Additional Characters: Big Mac, Sugar Belle
Contains: Consensual voyeurism, a MILF trying to be sneaky, exhibitionism, married sex, rough sex, magically-possible hilting, masturbation/hoofing, and a cumshot.

It was another day in the Sugarcube Corner, and Mrs. Cake hummed a tune to herself as she and Sugar Belle quietly worked in unison on the sweets for the day. With Pinkie and Mr. Cake out making deliveries to different places in Ponyville, it was just the two mares. Sugar Belle took out a tray of mint chocolate cupcakes with mint green frosting and placed them on one half of the counter while the plump blue MILF used the other half of the counter to stir ingredients in a big mixing bowl. Granted, the older mare would’ve loved to talk to Sugar Belle about anything and everything, but she found herself all too distracted by a problem that had been aching her body in a way that was too embarrassing for her to admit to anypony.

For the past several years, even more so since she had her foals, Mrs. Cake was feeling woefully neglected in both her holes underneath her brilliantly crimson tail. Mr. Cake was no doubt a sweet stallion that was dutiful to taking care of their business and the two foals they had together, but the fact that the big blue mare couldn’t even remember when the last time her and her husband had made love made her heart hurt just as much as her loins. While the cuddles and kisses on occasion were still emotionally fulfilling, it didn’t change that the mare had physical needs. Biting her lip, Mrs. Cake made sure not to glance at Sugar Belle, made sure not to wonder let alone ask how the much younger mare’s marriage was going. Surely Big Mac was too busy with the family farm most of the time, and Mrs. Cake wasn’t the only married mare starved for intimacy? But if she was wrong, the chubby mare didn’t want to risk it. Feeling a hoof on her shoulder that wasn’t her own, Mrs. Cake shrieked and jumped back, only just relaxing as she noticed it was Sugar Belle with a small frown.

“Everything alright, Mrs. Cake?” Sugar asked, tilting her head to the side as she studied her employer’s face. “You seem like you have something stressful on your mind.”

“I just didn’t get enough sleep, that’s all,” Mrs. Cake sighed, walking back to her bowl and placing her hoof on the spatula she was stirring the ingredients.

“Well, you know that I’m always here if you need to talk about it,” Sugar shrugged, before walking towards the fridge and opening it. “If it’s about Mr. Cake, you know I’m a safe source to talk to for advice and such, okay? I wouldn’t tell anypony, er, creature.”

Mrs. Cake gritted her teeth. Just because Sugar Belle had been married, for far less time than her, she thought she’d have more wisdom on marriage? Once she noticed the bitter thought rising to the forefront of her mind, Mrs. Cake winced as she looked away from the unicorn levitating the tray of mint chocolate cupcakes into the fridge. How could she be so grumpy about such a sweet young mare offering support? Mrs. Cake’s ears flattened against her crimson mane, her blood boiling as she found the thought to be born of the pent up feelings that had been developing on and off for years. If something didn’t give way, the chubby blue baker was going to implode.

Before she could say anything to Sugar Belle, Mrs. Cake heard the ding outside the kitchen door. Nodding to her pink unicorn employee so that she knew that she had the door, Mrs. Cake left her bowl of ingredients to swing open the kitchen door with one hoof. On the other side of the counter, an all-too familiar big and bulky red stallion with a light orange mane stared at her with his simple smile and peaceful gaze.

“Big Mac!” Mrs. Cake grinned, glancing over as she saw Sugar Belle close the fridge and trot towards them. “What can we do for you?”

“Just wanted to talk to Sugar real quick,” Big Mac explained, smiling even wider as Sugar Belle closed the distance between them and gave the big stallion a deep yet quick kiss. “Y’know, before the bakery opens.”

“Yeah! Of course!” Mrs. Cake nodded. “The two of us pretty much got all the prep done, I just need to put the batter for the raspberry cupcakes in the oven.”

“We shouldn’t take too long,” Sugar grinned, blushing a little as she looked at Big Mac with an intent gaze. Everytime Mrs. Cake saw the two of them together, they gave that same body language that they couldn’t take their hooves off each other. Surely that was for show? Or at least had a hint of exaggeration to it? Mrs. Cake shook her head, scolding herself for her thoughts once again as she watched the two walk towards the dining room. Walking back into the kitchen, Mrs. Cake took deep breaths to dispel her unwelcome thoughts as effectively as possible. Doing a meditation practice that she learned, being in the present and recognizing various things in the room such as the bowl her hooves were around and the smell of fresh raspberries she had recently placed in the bowl, Mrs. Cake calmed down a considerable amount. Finishing stirring the ingredients and getting out the cupcake tray, Mrs. Cake hummed a little louder to herself as she lifted the bowl with her hooves and poured the appropriate amount in each cupcake-shaped hole. Emptying the bowl as much as she could, she managed to fill the entire cupcake tray and place it in the oven. Setting the time, Mrs. Cake felt a tiny rush of happiness as she took the bowl and spatula and placed it in the sink. Checking the entire kitchen from the fridge to the counters, Mrs. Cake had everything set up, but Sugar Belle still hadn’t returned from her talk with Big Mac. What was taking so long?

Mrs. Cake slowly opened the kitchen door and had her ears assaulted with a series of long moans in the distance, only interrupted by the occasional squeak and cry. Her body instinctively knowing what was happening as a deep blush crept up on the blue baker’s cheeks, Mrs. Cake still refused to believe what was happening in the dining room. Even though the curtains were drawn over the windows, blocking any of the public from seeing what would go on in that room, surely Sugar Belle wouldn’t fuck her husband in the bakery?

And then the chubby MILF heard it, the most lewd unmistakable clap of fur against fur. Then another. And another. Until a symphony of clapping graced Mrs. Cake’s ears, the sound combining with the needy feminine moans like music to the mare’s ears. Mrs. Cake gasped. Symphony? Music? She shouldn’t think these thoughts about other ponies besides her husband! She should put Sugar Belle in her place, chew her out on how inappropriate it was to be fucking somepony on the clock…but as Mrs. Cake walked closer to the dining room, the moans becoming too loud for the blue mare to tune out, she felt the fire that had been building up in her loins being stirred. Teased and tempted beyond what an older mare such as herself could reasonably endure, Mrs. Cake walked up to the entrance that led to the dining room and hid behind the wall. This was her bakery, so what harm was there in getting a peak of the action?

Moving her head towards the dining room and glancing past the entrance, the sight that was exposed to her was her undoing, the destruction to any sort of will she had to stop them. In the corner of the dining room on one of the biggest tables, she saw Sugar Belle laid out on her back with all four of her legs splayed out. Spread eagle, Sugar Belle’s exposed bright pink pussy was being absolutely demolished by a cock so thick that it shouldn’t have been physically possible for it to even fit inside the pink unicorn. As Big Mac pulled out most of his cock before getting ready to thrust back inside, Mrs. Cake briefly got to admire the monstrous length that put the Big in Big Mac. A dark shade of brick red in comparison to the giant’s lighter red fur, with an angry vein snaking around it, the bitchbreaker had to be at least a foot long and thicker than his forehoof. It essentially looked like a fifth leg! And seeing how thick and powerful it was clearly explained the expression on Sugar Belle’s face. With her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue rolling out of her mouth, Mrs. Cake felt a rush of longing, even a hint of envy, at how gloriously in sync the married couple was when it came to carnal affairs…

As Big Mac smashed his monstrous length in and out of his wife, he smirked at the glimpse of crimson hair peeking out from the entrance to the dining room. As much as the older mare thought she was subtle in watching them, Big Mac could definitely see where she was even without staring directly at her mane. Leaning forward and pressing his muzzle to his wife’s ear, Big Mac focused on thrusting into her even if it was a little slower while he talked.

“Hey Sugar,” Big Mac growled. “Ah think we have an audience over there, whaddya say we give her a show?”

Sugar Belle gasped, trying not to look in the direction of the other side of the room. Her body was torn between being more aroused at having somepony watch, and the cold terror of possibly getting in trouble with her boss. However, Sugar Belle thought to herself despite the overwhelming fullness of her husband’s dick leaving a very visible imprint where her stomach was, she could clearly tell that something was amiss with the older mare’s love life. She’d been able to tell for at least several months now, and could guess that the older mare was too stuck in her pride to confide in Sugar Belle and possibly fix her marriage. Sugar smirked, using her expert skills at sex to squeeze her husband’s dick with each slow thrust he made as he waited for his wife’s approval to take it up a notch. After Sugar gave a nod subtle enough for Mrs. Cake to likely not notice, Big Mac grinned from ear to ear as he pulled away from his wife’s ear with a loud snort. Pulling out most of his length except the fat and blunt tip of his carnal weapon, he waited for the moment his wife would least expect it before slamming his entire length back inside. It was only possible through a special spell the unicorn had learned, and the otherwise impossible thrust bore fruit instantly. Sugar Belle’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks before she shuddered and cried out in pure ecstasy. Her hooves having lost all subtlety, the pink unicorn howled without anymore restraint as marecum gushed out of her pussy and all over her husband’s stiff bitchbreaker…

Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened just as much, the blue mare still red in the face as she watched Sugar Belle have a devastating and loud orgasm that she hadn’t recalled experiencing in years. The closest she experienced to that was the day of her honeymoon with her husband and a hooffull of experiences following the few weeks after, and her heart dropped as she witnessed somepony that wasn’t her experience such euphoria. And with how turned on and dripping she was becoming now watching the two of them, she didn’t want that same thing with her husband anymore. She needed it. And so Mrs. Cake lifted one of her forehooves as she brought said hoof to her throbbing and needy hole. Even if it wasn’t the same as a glorious dick getting squeezed by the walls of her pussy, she could watch the younger married couple going at it as feral as possible, and imagine that she was getting the same pleasure as them. With some effort, Mrs. Cake bit her lip as she felt her thick hoof slipping past her pussy lips as she pushed all of it in and a little bit of her leg. Gasping at the fat sensation of part of her leg inside her, she pulled most of it out and then pushed it back inside. Hoof-fucking herself just felt right, instead of refusing herself any kind of self-pleasure just because she had been hoping her husband would just give it to her. The notion was ridiculous as it was tragic, and Mrs. Cake felt so good that she had some kind of outlet to get out her sexual frustration, even if it wasn’t the same as being intimate with another partner.

Her bitten lip barely muffling her moans, she noticed that Sugar Belle’s moans had gotten considerably louder. Howling like a prostitute getting fucked in the alleyway, Mrs. Cake was shocked that Sugar Belle was so loud and no longer cared about getting caught. Did the young unicorn think she was subtle? Well, Mrs. Cake didn’t care how loud she was, not if she still got the chance to hoof herself. Jackhammering her own pussy with part of her leg similar to how the grunting giant was starting to jackhammer his wife, Mrs. Cake was spurred on by how vocal the mare beneath him was getting.

“FUCK! YES! RUIN MY HOLE!” Sugar screamed, moving her hindlegs back and holding them in her forehooves so that Big Mac could plow his wife more easily. “You better fuck me so hard that I’m seeing stars! I want to cum at least a dozen times!”

Mrs. Cake gasped, watching as Big Mac kept going without stopping, pounding even harder till the pink unicorn beneath him was a drooling and gibberish mess. The PLAP PLAP PLAP of his powerful legs colliding with his wife’s generously sized ass was nearly louder than the sound of Sugar Belle’s feminine and high-pitched moans of need. Sugar’s already curly mane was a wild mess that had long since slipped out of her ponytail, and Mrs. Cake was in awe of how fucked up her employee looked, and how much the pink unicorn enjoyed it that way. Before the married mare could stop herself, she imagined herself in the same position, laid out on the table with a hulking stud jackhammering her like it was the last night of their lives. He’d smash his fat length in and out of Mrs. Cake’s needy pussy, colliding his hips with her fat jiggly ass. Her normally well-kept and lovely mane would be a frizzled mess like Sugar Belle’s, and she would reach a level of pleasure that would exceed her wildest fantasies. She’d be just like the pink unicorn she was watching, drooling and fucked into a lust-coma.

Mrs. Cake started panting and gasping at the images in her mind, increasing the speed of her own hoof-fucking as she heard Big Mac giving more grunts in between each thrust. Seeing that the big stallion was gritting his teeth, Mrs. Cake could tell that he was close, and she whimpered and bit her lip again as she imagined herself receiving that load of foal batter. She had missed the days that she was desirable enough by her husband, so much so that he put two foals in her. And imagining a stallion finding her that desirable again completely undid her mind, the fantasy of being gravid with another foal from a stallion who desired her set her loins ablaze and made her brain nearly blackout altogether to the unfathomable pleasure. Regardless of if a foal came from it or not, she needed to feel that lovemaking, that sensation of a stallion treating her body like it was his entire world. The spark that fueled her flames made her cry out louder than she anticipated as she closed her eyes and embraced the need to reach her release, the longing cry to be touched and desired. To be wanted.

“Hnng, fuck, ah’m close, where do you-”

“On me!” Sugar Belle bellowed. “Get your cum all over me!”

Big Mac snorted, closing his eyes and slamming back and forth into his wife with increasing speed, before nearly knocking his wife off the table with the powerful collision his bitchbreaker made into Sugar Belle’s needy pussy clamping down and squirting around him. Pulling out of his wife, he proceeded to jizz all over her mane, face, and fur.

Mrs. Cake was in awe of the hot white loads landing on the pink unicorn like a lewd work of art. With Sugar Belle still howling and spasming, Mrs. Cake allowed her cry to increase in volume as she felt her own marecum splashing around her hoof and part of her leg as she came all over herself. Seeing stars for a few seconds, Mrs. Cake felt like everything in the world was just right in the way she had dreamed of. Even if the perfect feeling only lasted till her vision came back, Mrs. Cake felt assured enough from the spontaneous voyeurism that she had some idea of how to handle the dry spell with her husband. Taking a random cloth that she spotted on the counter, she rubbed the juices on the floor beneath her vigorously until it appeared that the evidence of her ‘crime’ was all gone. Trotting away as quickly yet quietly as she could, Mrs. Cake carried the dirty cloth in her mouth as she retreated to the kitchen with an internal sigh of relief. Now with the fateful scene she had witnessed opening up her eyes, the blue baker was ready to try and fix her marriage…

“Fuck,” Big Mac groaned as he stumbled off the table and took a few deep breaths as he watched his wife let go of her own hindlegs to relax on the table after the overwhelmingly wonderful session with her husband. “Huh, ah’ll be damned. Guess you were right about her having a dry spell. Perhaps we should have her join next time?”

“What?” Sugar Belle nearly shouted as she sat up on the dirty table with flattened ears and a sharp scowl at her husband, still soaked with his cum dripping down her face. “Having somepony watch is one thing, but join? Never, we’re married.”

“Of course, honey,” Big Mac walked away, smirking as his face was no longer turned towards his wife. “Let me get the cloth to clean up our mess…”

Additional Characters: Mr. Cake
Contains lame sex with quick male orgasm, unintentional orgasm denial, terrible communication skills, sex shop toys/outfits, species fetishism, a very persuasive shopkeeper, mention of gloryholes, adulterous fantasies, and poor attempts at disguise!

“You’re the last customer today! How can I help you?” Mrs. Cake forced as big of a smile as she could manage, even though she wanted to bash her head into the counter instead of staring at Rainbow Dash’s cocky grin.

It had been several days since the time she happened to witness Big Mac and Sugar Belle going at it like beasts possessed, and she had tried nearly every subtle trick in the book to get her and her husband in the same circumstances. Whether it was the older mare trying out outfits that still managed to fit her, bending over in private and showing him her pair of holes, or even throwing in innuendos about creampies and frosting, the stallion hadn’t budged or shown the slightest bit of interest. He was her husband, dammit, and if he didn’t want her, who would? Mrs. Cake pressed her hooves harder into the floor and gritted her teeth as she imagined going to bed with him once more, but without the eventual satisfaction that was expected from a partner that had a sexual bone in their body-

“Hey Cake?” Dash frowned. “You doing alright over there?”

“What?” the word slipped out of Mrs. Cake’s mouth harsher than she intended to, so the blue earth pony blushed as she brought back a grin. “So sorry about that hun. Just a long day, I must’ve spaced out on ya! Could you repeat what it was that you wanted?”

“Yeah, I’d like half a dozen raspberry chocolate cupcakes to go,” Dash sighed, pulling out a bag of bits from underneath her wing. Dropping it on the counter, Rainbow Dash turned her tail to the baker and walked towards one of the tables. “Thanks.”

As Mrs. Cake opened up a pink box on the counter and started placing the cupcakes in each cupcake holder in the box, she couldn’t even bring herself to be mad at the pegasus. As an owner, the older mare should’ve been more attentive to her beloved customers, and Mrs. Cake took a deep breath as she closed the box. Tonight, she would lay it out explicitly clear to her husband. Despite her building annoyance, Mrs. Cake felt her pussy growing wet with arousal, and her mind becoming vivid with imagination. Would he do the missionary position as they normally did? Or perhaps would he switch it up with doggy style or have her on top? As she grabbed the handles of the bag with her teeth, Mrs. Cake felt her anger ebbing away little by little as she placed the cupcake order around Rainbow Dash’s extended wing.

“You have a wonderful day, dear!” Mrs. Cake waved her hoof back and forth as her third attempt at smiling felt as natural as the clouds in the sky, unrestrained and wide. Rainbow Dash’s eyes widened a little bit, before she smirked.

“You too, Mrs. Cake! Take it easy!” Was all the pegasus said before bolting out of the store and flying off in a rainbow blur that sent the doors flying open for a second before they closed. Mrs. Cake chuckled, turning around and feeling her breath nearly leave her body as Mr. Cake stood right behind her. Sure many ponies Mrs. Cake had conversed with didn’t find the skinny yellow stallion to be attractive by objective standards, but his heart as golden as his fur was what made him the most beautiful stallion on their wedding day. His gentle green eyes and pretty red bow had Mrs. Cake nearly swooning right then and there, and she could’ve stared at him for a long time had he not interrupted her.

“Good day, hmm?” Mr. Cake chuckled. “You seemed a little more chipper than usual, sending Dash on her way. Did you get some good news?”

“You could say that~” Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyelashes at her husband. “Do you mind having Pinkie and Sugar Belle close up for the night? There’s some very pressing matters that I’d love for us to talk about.”

“Oh? Yeah, of course,” Mr. Cake shrugged. “Let me just check that it's good with them, you could wait for me in our room?”

“No problem~” Mrs. Cake purred, already imagining how it’d play out once she walked into their room. Dolling up the best lingerie she saw fit for the mood, and waiting in a very alluring pose that’d make even the densest stallion blush, she’d still lay it all out for him even if that somehow didn’t work. Bringing her muzzle to his and nuzzling her husband briefly, Mrs. Cake pulled back after a second to rush up the stairs and gallop into their room. Gently closing the door behind her with one hoof, Mrs. Cake trotted over to the closet and pushed the sliding door to reach her dresser. Opening the perfect drawer, Mrs. Cake surveyed the various choices of lingerie, only some she had used fruitlessly in the past few days. The other pieces, such as a royal purple set with black lace, hadn’t been touched since the twins had been born. Taking a deep breath as she picked up the dark purple panties and placed her hindlegs in the leg holes, Mrs. Cake used her forehoof to pull the article of clothing up her thick blue ass cheeks until the thin piece of lingerie barely covered her cupcake cutie marks.

Then, after that, Mrs. Cake brought the dark purple bra that was supposed to snugly fit around her heavy crotchteats, and hooked the straps onto her panties so that the two articles of clothing connected. That just left her with a matching purple bow that she clipped to her mane before she laid herself out on the bed. As the minutes passed, the older mare restlessly switched positions from spread eagle to having her head down and ass up, before settling for laying on her side with one hoof resting on one of her child-bearing hips. Outcome after outcome of what could happen played out in her head, from best to worst, until the subtle impatience in her brain roared into an angry irritation that gave her a headache as her eye began to twitch. Where was he? Her husband was supposed to check that it was good to help them close, wouldn’t he have told her if they needed him to stay the whole time?

After another unknown period of time passed, Mrs. Cake nearly flinched at the unexpected shaking of the door handle, before practically bristling as her husband slowly walked inside with a deep blush as he stared at the floor.

“I’m so sorry about keeping you waiting such a long time, honey,” Mr. Cake’s ears were flattened against his mane as he slowly looked back up at his glaring wife. “There was extra stuff that needed more helping hooves, but Sugar Belle made sure to keep us on track. She seemed really insistent on me checking up on you.”

“Hmmph,” Mrs. Cake huffed. “Funny that she seemed more concerned about me than you did.”

“...you said there were some pressing matters to talk about?” Mr. Cake tilted his head, his eyes darting as he started to sweat. “That’s why I tried to get here as quickly as I could. Again, sorry about the wait.”

Mrs. Cake gritted her teeth for the second time that night, feeling like she wanted to scream. The fact that he lacked affection in his voice, talking to her like she was a belligerent customer only boiled her blood all the more. Standing up on the bed and willing herself to not throttle her husband, Mrs. Cake spoke up.

“Do you even notice what I’m wearing?!” Mrs. Cake snapped. “Of course you wouldn’t, you didn’t even notice the last set of revealing clothing that I wore, or me swaying my ass while showing you my goods in this room. Don’t stallions think of sex all the time? Or has my body grown too saggy for your liking?”

Mrs. Cake felt her heart sting at her own words, surely she still had it? She swore she saw young and strong studs enter the bakery all the time and stare at her longer than would be normal for a customer. Or was that just her mind coming up with these ideas ever since she saw Big Mac and Sugar Belle going at it? However, their rippling muscles, deep voices, and their alluring eyes told her of untold fantasies. The idea of never having something like that brought a deeply chilling sensation throughout her body, a feeling that made her feel less like herself than ever before. Mr. Cake frowned as he locked the door behind him and closed to distance as he stood on his hindlegs and pressed his forehooves against the surface of the bed as he stared up at his wife.

“I…I didn’t even realize,” Mr. Cake shook his head. “Let me make it up to you, you can lay down, and I’ll do all the work. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Mrs. Cake didn’t even feel half the excitement that she did earlier, but just thinking of those many different stallions ogling her brought back that fire. Ones that she fully intended to sate with a dick one way or another, so Mrs. Cake leaned in and kissed her husband. Feeling her husband kiss back brought a little spark to her heart and loins, and she steadily felt the anger ebb away until she was only mildly annoyed at him. Before the makeout session could get too hot or heavy, Mrs. Cake pulled back and laid down on her back as she showed off her sexy outfit. Mr. Cake finally stared at the accessories, but for only two seconds before he pulled off her panties quickly. Mrs. Cake restrained to snap that she wanted him to savor her looks for a little longer, but didn’t say a word as Mr. Cake dropped the panties on the floor and began to stroke himself at the foot of the bed. Back in the times that they would have sex regularly, Mrs. Cake was all too eager to warm up his dark yellow dick with her snug and warm mouth, even if it was just average length. But with the lack of sex for the both of them, Mrs. Cake knew it was best to just skip any sort of foreplay.

Biting her lip as she watched her husband stop stroking his fully erect cock and stare at her with a familiar smile that reminded her of their early relationship days, Mrs. Cake wiggled her splayed legs as she winked at the yellow stallion.

“What’re you waiting for, big boy?” Mrs. Cake giggled. “Come over here and remind me what it feels like to be a mare~”

Mrs. Cake was completely captivated by her husband as she watched him walk up to her, and was more than warmed up enough just by the need that had been building up for so long. Mr. Cake stood up on his hindlegs again and pressed his forehooves on each side of his wife’s head, his face hovering over her own as he pressed the tip of his erect cock against the blue mare’s needy pussy. Just the barest touch of a real dick against her entrance was enough to send jolts of pleasure throughout her whole body, and Mrs. Cake gave her husband a small nod before he began to push his length inside of her. Then, her excitement began to falter at how little pleasure his cock brought to her clenching and needy walls, even as inch after inch steadily filled part of her pussy till he managed to hilt her. Mrs. Cake shakily managed a grin at her husband, surely once he began fucking her in earnest, the pleasure would quickly pick up from there?

Mr. Cake proceeded to pull out most of his length, before steadily pushing back inside before he repeated such in a gentle and methodical manner. Mrs. Cake felt her brain firing up with all kinds of words, and would’ve thrusted back with ten times more vigor had he not specifically requested that he do all the work. Instead, she had to lay there and have the faith that he would come through. Sure enough, her husband began to grit his teeth as his ears flattened against his head, starting to pick up the pace in a way that got Mrs. Cake’s heart pumping. That was more like it! The big blue mare started to moan and grunt with each thrust that hit her g-spot just perfectly, and started to moan louder in volume until she felt a familiar yet strange sensation. Was he…already coming inside her? Mrs. Cake’s heart plummeted in her chest as she felt what would’ve been a beautiful sensation to normally experience occur at the worst possible timing. This was what she waited Celestia knows how long for? Some pathetic thrusts that lasted for five minutes at best? She didn’t even cum! Mrs. Cake willed herself to keep her composure as her husband gave a few satisfied grunts before pulling back his softening dick, stepping off the bed and opening his eyes at his wife with a small smile as he stared at her.

“Well?” Mr. Cake chuckled. “Was that good enough for you?”

Mrs. Cake’s eye twitched, starting to wonder if her husband was using a textbook example of weaponized incompetence. Was he being for real? Feeling her eyes begin to water at the overwhelming lack of her needs not being met, she forced her lips to curve upward at her husband.

“It was wonderful, thank you,” Mrs. Cake sputtered out the words. “Why don’t you go check up on Sugar Belle and Pinkie now that we’ve talked about what we needed to? I’m sure they could still use some help with cleanup.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Mr. Cake nodded, smiling wider as he walked around to the side of the bed and kissed his wife’s cheek. “I’ll be back soon.”

The skinny twig of a stallion trotted to the door and left as if nothing worth noting had happened. Mrs. Cake waited a minute longer before flipping around on the bed and throwing her face into the nearest pillow, screaming as loud as she could into it. The years of a dying sex life had finally pieced itself together, reared its ugly face to her, and broken her mind. Her stallion, or at least somepony who was supposed to act like a stallion, could barely bother to perform in bed. Then, the images of those studs played out in more vivid detail. Especially the ones that were packing heat beyond anything her husband had. Then her mind floated to various instances when other wives she conversed with in Sugarcube Corner brought up the solution to some of their problems: sex toys. While Sugar Belle clearly never brought up such problems, other married mares would spill their details about vibrating toys and dildos with the perfect molds that fulfilled their needs better than their dense husbands ever could.

Gulping, Mrs. Cake started to consider the idea in earnest. Perhaps just getting one for ‘emergencies’ such as right now wouldn’t be a bad idea? It could put her forbidden fantasies to rest, and she could still be a dutiful wife and business owner that made the whole community happy. Nopony had to know that her marriage was but a flimsy title for a flame that was dying.

Everything would be fine.

Feeling her griffoness tail flicker from side to side, a dark red griffon shopkeeper sat behind the counter of her shop. Normally her shop, Greedy Griffon Grabs & Gems, was jam-packed with all kinds of ponies that loved to secretly fetishize exotic species such as herself and others. Whether it was that they loved the touch of a griffon’s talons, a dragon’s claws, or even the natural burly strength and alluring stripes of a zebra, customers were willing to pay her big bits for the products she sold no matter how many times she bumped up the prices. And yet, for the past hour, it had been dead for once. The griffoness shopkeeper, Phoenix, gave a simple shrug as she continued to stare into her porno magazine when she saw a big blue mare nearly slam the front door open with the force she made allowing herself inside. Phoenix’s piercing yellow eyes nearly jumped out of her head as she stared at the chubby mare’s sunglasses and long pink skirt covering the cutie marks on her flanks. Even though Phoenix couldn’t exactly see the blue mare’s eyes, she definitely saw the pony’s face moving in all directions like somepony was going to strike her down at any moment. All of the context clues made it so obvious what this mare was there for that it was embarrassing. Closing her magazine and setting it down on the counter, Phoenix sat up on her stool like a cat as she watched the mare nearly crash into her glass counter of various sex toys.

“H-Hey!” Mrs. Cake stammered, nearly dropping her sunglasses as she stopped in front of the griffoness. “I’m looking for um, a prank gift for one of my gal pals! Yeah, gal pals, definitely. So anyways, I thought that it’d be hilarious to just get the biggest dildo I could find for her. Funny, right?”

“Mmmmhm,” Phoenix smirked. “Why not get prank gifts for all of your gal pals then? We’ve got some nice striped dildos, some long griffon ones…beefy dragon cocks, you name it. Also some outfits if you’re wanting to feel extra cute.”

“I suppose that is a fine idea,” Mrs. Cake felt heat rushing to her cheeks as she glanced at the various toys and objects in the store. At the counter in front of Phoenix was various pocket-sized lubes of different flavors from raspberry to mint, as well as various mugs with messages such as “World’s Best Griffon Fuckpet” and “Dragon’s Whore.” And the shelves directly across Phoenix had different dildos of all kinds of colors and sizes. The walls were decorated with various outfits that had similar messages as the mugs, including a small white and black tank top that said “Striped Slut.” Then, staring at the assortment of thigh high socks hanging on the lower part of the wall, Mrs. Cake’s mouth began hanging open and salivating at the thought of fucking one of the more massive dildos on the shelves whilst wearing thigh high socks to emphasize what a submissive pony she was. Since all of the aforementioned studs were ponies, Mrs. Cake hadn’t even considered the possibility that another creature could fancy her fat flanks. But thinking of big and powerful griffons groping her as they pleased, nipping her ears with their beaks, made Mrs. Cake bite her lip while she had her face conveniently turned away from Phoenix. The griffoness shopkeeper could see a wet spot on the back of the chubby mare’s pink skirt and smirked. Oh yeah, she’d definitely be able to milk this mare for as many bits as possible. Jumping onto the counter and nearly spooking Mrs. Cake as the wide-eyed blue mare gave an eep as she stared up at the griffoness, Phoenix giggled as she jumped onto the other side of the counter, walked ahead of the mare, and waved Mrs. Cake over to the shelf of dildos with a flick of her long tail. Mrs. Cake gulped before standing right next to Phoenix, feeling like she was being hunted in a way she didn’t understand.

“There’s different textures that best resemble the different species each object represents,” Phoenix explained, picking up a white dildo with black stripes that had a pair of black balls below. “While zebra dicks aren’t necessarily striped, these dildos are to best resemble their fur color. And the texture is made to feel like that of a zebra dick. These griffon dildos resemble the usual griffon dicks that aren’t very thick but longer than a pony’s dick. And the dragon dildos that come in many different colors like that of a dragon’s scales resemble the thick and devastating size of a dragon’s length. Some of them are replicated from dragons that are barely big enough to fit in caves, and are in the closet behind my counter since they can’t fit on the shelves. Only creatures with specific magic potions or spells to fit that length can take it, otherwise it would rupture some organs and kill them. I definitely wouldn’t recommend those particular dragon dildos for your first shopping trip.”

“But these are prank gifts f-for my gal pals!” Mrs. Cake sputtered, doing a double-take at the front door behind her before grinning at Phoenix.

“Right,” Phoenix deadpanned. “Anyways, we’ve got griffon dildos ranging from gray to dark brown to even blue and green as some griffons are born with those colors. The fake set of balls underneath the silicone griffon lengths have furry and feathery-like texture to best imitate the feeling of a griffon inside you. Suppose you want one of each just to try out each flavor of species, and then maybe come back and get more for what you prefer~?”

Mrs. Cake shuddered, feeling her clenching pussy getting even wetter against her skirt with a cold sense of fear that it would show as she didn’t think to also put on underwear. She had scrambled to make sure she picked out a day that she could fly under the radar and find the right disguise, and thought she could just discreetly sneak back into Sugarcube Corner with a small package that she could claim was supplies. But with the growing desire to buy half of the store’s products, Mrs. Cake quickly recalculated her plans in her head with a deep sigh. It wasn’t like she was fooling the shopkeeper anyways. Giving a deep sigh and looking at the dildos on the shelf, the blue mare blushed deeper as she slowly nodded.

“There we go, was that so difficult?” Phoenix cooed, placing one of her talons on Mrs. Cake’s shoulder as she stared into the mare’s sunglasses. “Now don’t be afraid to ask me any questions, and let me know if there’s any preferred length you need for your dildos~”

Mrs. Cake gave a muttered “thank you” before Phoenix slinked back to behind the counter with a wide grin like the cat who just ate the canary. Over the next half-hour, Mrs. Cake ended up picking out a striped zebra dildo that was a solid seven inches, a thin dark gray griffon dildo that was a good foot long, and a ten-inch thick green dragon dildo with yellow spots that Mrs. Cake knew she was going to have to save for last. And buy a lot of lube for. The earth pony MILF proceeded to pick out several of the pocket-sized lubes at the counter, picking out all kinds of flavors even though she would only taste it off her hoof. There wouldn’t be any lover licking it out of either of her holes, Mrs. Cake reminded herself with a pang in her heart. She also ended up picking out a vibrating butt plug to try out anal since she only had the "pleasure" of experiencing it a couple of times. And with how disastrous it went, the chubby mare assumed that she could figure it out better than her dense husband. And even though said husband barely blinked twice when she adorned such seductive and lewd clothing for him, she picked out two outfits. This time, Mrs. Cake resolved in her head, she would not be doing it for him, but for herself. One was a set of lacy pink panties and bra with candy cane themed thigh high socks, and the other was black thigh high socks paired with a black collar. Collars weren’t something that the older mother entertained in the bedroom either, but unplanned sexual abstinence was doing something weird to the mare. She had to feel what else was out there, in a way that was safe from breaking her marriage vows. And the last item she had was a big pink purse that she could hide all her toys and outfits in, with the purse being flat and big enough to be turned on its side and hidden underneath all her other clothes where her husband would never bother to look. At least, he shouldn't be able to, right? As Phoenix was ringing up each and every one of the items she had brought to the counter, Mrs. Cake felt her blood running cold and her heart pounding in her chest.

I can’t really be buying all of this, right? This is an absurd amount of stuff, why in Equestria would I need three different kinds of dildos?! Or a butt plug? When have I ever been into having anything up my butt?! Perhaps I should tell her that I forgot my bits or something, or that I don’t have enough. I should just-

Mrs. Cake paused in her increasing train of thought as she looked at the back of the building in the corner, her jaw dropping at the bright neon letters above the back door. How she didn’t notice that as soon as she walked in was baffling, but the neon letters were unmistakable. It said “GLORYHOLES,” and the sign made Mrs. Cake’s pussy started leaking as she vividly imagined the sounds and more importantly, the lecherous acts that happened on the other side of that door.

“Excuse me,” Phoenix waved her paw in front of Mrs. Cake’s face. “But that’ll be 250 bits, would you like to pay shipping to have all this delivered to your residence as well?”

“Y…Yeah,” Mrs. Cake croaked out the words as she pulled out her wallet from the pocket in her skirt. Opening it and dropping bigger bits that were worth 250 regular-sized bits plus shipping, the big blue MILF pushed the hoof-full of bits further on the counter towards Phoenix, who Mrs. Cake could’ve sworn was purring as she grabbed the bits in her talons. Choosing not to press the matter, the older mare watched as the griffoness moved everything into one giant package on the floor with efficiency. Taping it up and having it all nicely placed in the box with tons of bubble wrapping, Phoenix gave a gentle tap of the top of the box with her talons before grinning up at Mrs. Cake.

“Have it delivered at S-Sugarcube Corner in Ponyville,” Mrs. Cake told the griffoness shopkeeper. “In two days, my hus-er, business partner will be out of town. So that will work for me.”

“Yes ma’am!” Phoenix chirped, her tail flicking from side to side even as Mrs. Cake turned around and practically galloped out of the shop. “Have a wonderful day!”

Mrs. Cake felt her face on fire as she pushed the door open and left the sex shop, her mind galloping at a mile a minute.

Additional Characters: Imagined Zebras and Griffons, Earth Pony Stallions
Contains vivid interspecies fantasies, multiple orgasms via masturbation, various toys including interspecies dildos, vibrating butt plugs, sneaky/accidental appointments while wearing said butt plug, and a joke about a butt plug inside a stallion at the end.

“Wowwee! There must be a loooooot of baking supplies in this bad boy,” Pinkie stared intently at the package as she patted it down, causing Mrs. Cake’s heart to race as she expected the pink earth pony to start opening it any moment. Sugar Belle stood to the side, glancing at the package before smirking at the big blue MILF sweating from her intent gaze.

“Yup! Definitely new baking supplies that you’ll for sure be seeing in various areas in the kitchen!” Mrs. Cake chuckled, walking back up to the package and moving it back towards herself as she stared at Pinkie’s obliviously swaying poofy tail. “Now, why don’t you girls check and see if there’s uh, anything else that needs to be restocked in the kitchen. I’ll just open this and inspect everything for q-quality assurance purposes…”

“Okie dokie!” Pinkie jumped in the air before landing on all four hooves and openly grinning at her boss. “You ready, Sugar Belle?”

“Of course,” Sugar Belle smiled more softly as she followed the bouncing mare out of the room, but not before glancing over her shoulder at Mrs. Cake. “Hope those products have wonderful quality to them, Mrs. Cake~”

Mrs. Cake felt her stomach twisting until the two pink ponies disappeared into the kitchen, and the chubby mare lifted the weighty package up the stairs, using her bulky earth pony strength to push it up to her room like her life depended on it. Was she just imagining the glint in Sugar Belle’s cherry red eyes, or the luring tone in her voice? How would she even know that Mrs. Cake had bought very salacious items? Did she not properly hide her tracks? The evergrowing thoughts should’ve turned off the secretive mare from using such toys without the knowledge of her husband, but it only made her pussy all the more wetter behind her crimson tail. Bringing the package to the top of the stairs, Mrs. Cake then opened the door to her room and proceeded to shove the package into her room, closing the door and locking it behind her before reaching for some nearby scissors on her nightstand. Without Sugar Belle to use her magic, it took the earth pony an admittedly long amount of time to use her muzzle and forehooves to open the package. The fact that she was getting more red in the face and her tail was flagging to the side in anticipation for those imaginary zebras and griffons made it take longer, and Mrs. Cake dropped the scissors on the floor and gasped as she finally opened the package and stared at the contents inside. Nothing in the box was a surprise to her, but the sheer amount of the bought sex toys and similar products made her jaw drop.

The one that stood out to her first after pulling out some of the bubble wrap was the striped dildo. Just slightly bigger than the average dick, Mrs. Cake held it by the middle with her hooves. With her inspection, Mrs. Cake wished it could’ve been a normal curiosity of the toy itself. But the chubby earth pony’s thoughts went much deeper.than that. With only Zecora to reference in real life, and the word of those that had visited Zebrica, Mrs. Cake imagined a beefy and tall zebra stud that put even the powerful Big Mac to shame. She imagined him as having deep green eyes and a sonorous voice that would do wonders for her loins. Noticing that the zebra dildo had a suction cup at the end, Mrs. Cake placed the striped dildo on the floor, tapping it with her hoof a few times to make sure it was securely fastened against the surface. Grinning when she was confident it would stay, Mrs. Cake then returned to the open box and fished out a small bottle of strawberry-flavored lube with a cute little picture of said fruit on the bottle. Popping it open and squirting a generous amount on the tip and around the fake zebra dick, paired with the fact that her breeding hole was already wetter than she’d like to admit, Mrs. Cake knew there was no more preparation needed. Closing the bottle and tossing it back in the box for the time being, the big blue baker turned her fat blue ponut and pussy lips towards the striped dildo and wiggled her ass. With the sliding glass door of her closet across from the MILF also serving as a mirror, Mrs. Cake could watch her fat blue ass cheeks rippling before the striped dildo. Closing her eyes and imagining putting on a show for the superior stud to her pathetic husband, Mrs. Cake gasped at the messy fantasy unfolding in her brain.

“Clap for me,” the zebra stud would say, and his green eyes ogling her cupcake cutie marks would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Mrs. Cake bit her lip, nodding to the imagery in her head as she worked her muscles with more vigor, not even needing to open her eyes to know her ass cheeks were clapping loud enough for the whole bakery to hear. And now that she was in the privacy of her own room, the older mare was sure she could come up with an excuse if anypony said anything. So she allowed herself to continue clapping her fat ass for the zebra stallion in her mind. She was sure that despite her bigger figure and older age, or perhaps because of it, the zebra stallion would’ve licked his lips and trotted towards her. Mounted her as he rested his forelegs over her shoulders and pressed his seven inches against her needy cunt. As she was imagining this, Mrs. Cake pressed her entrance gently against the tip of the dildo and took a few deep breaths, before moving down her silky and aroused pussy on the fake zebra dick. Feeling the tip slide inside her as well as the first two inches, the older mare couldn’t help but let out a feminine moan through her bitten lip. Opening her eyes and glancing down at less than half of the dildo inside her, Mrs. Cake knew she was ready for more. Closing her eyes and imaging the zebra stud sinking more of his length in her while leaning forward and biting her ear, Mrs. Cake couldn’t keep biting her lip anymore as she let out a high-pitched “ahn!” when she dropped down on the whole dildo. With all of the length suddenly inside her, her pussy smacking against the fake pair of zebra balls, Mrs. Cake was shuddering and moaning at the treat that was only beginning for her. Lifting herself so that only the tip of the dildo was inside her, she slammed herself back down on the toy with a loud “YES!” that made her heart skip a beat. While the chubby MILF could get away with smacking her ass cheeks, her words would be more likely to give her away.

So Mrs. Cake kept her voice down, still allowing herself to moan and gasp as she continued slamming herself down on the striped dildo. Much to her growing excitement and dismay, Mrs. Cake felt that the dildo inside her somehow performed better than her own husband had. Did he simply fall off the horse when it came to sexual performance? Or was he always that terrible at sex? Either way, the zebra stallion in her mind was starting to thrust into her harder, and Mrs. Cake proceeded to slam down on the dildo even faster as her moans became louder and more shaky. Unlike with her husband, the zebra stallion she was imagining was beginning to make her see stars. It was truly a work of art the way he thrusted into her and moved like a machine. She imagined him removing his teeth from her ear and pressing his lips there instead, commanding three words that would become her undoing.

“Cum for me,” she would imagine him ordering her, his striped and rippling thighs moving in a blur as he jackhammered into her like there was no tomorrow, in a more deep and domineering tone than before.

“FUUUUUCK! YES, PLEASE! STRIPE ME, YOU ALPHA STUD!” Mrs. Cake barely restrained herself from howling at the top of her lungs.

The big blue MILF couldn’t control herself at that point, letting out a long series of messy moans and gasps as her needy pony pussy clenched around the zebra dildo, jets of marecum shooting out all around the dildo and onto the bedroom floor as she frantically thrusted up and down on the striped dildo several more times before the orgasm finished. While most mares would likely tire out from such intense pleasure and go about the rest of the day, Mrs. Cake wasn’t that kind of mare. Not after Celestia knows how long of an unfulfilled dry spell.

Mrs. Cake rushed to the closet, opening the sliding glass door as she pulled out a decently-sized washcloth that she wrapped around the dirty dildo before pulling it off the floor and into the pink purse in the box. Then, she fished out the dark gray griffon dildo and slapped it over the cum-stained carpet, locking it in place. With how much longer it was in length, Mrs. Cake used her hindleg to adjust it towards her pussy, having the smaller cockhead pointed towards her. Moving towards it, Mrs. Cake imagined the big beefy griffons and their long spears. While their cocks weren’t normally as thick, they were still devastating all the same. She imagined one with light gray feathers and dark gray fur flirting with her at a bar, perhaps assuming her to be younger than she actually was. They would banter with a drink in his claw and one held by her forehooves, before their real intentions became clear. Even though she entertained the idea of him doing her in a hotel room, she settled for something far more devious. In her head, she imagined being pushed against the wall of an alleyway. The griffon’s talons would be on her shoulders and his erection would be pressing against her entrance. She would’ve half-heartedly tried to mention her husband in the mix, but he’d laugh and insist that his pathetic pony dick wouldn’t hold a candle to what he could do.

And as Mrs. Cake walked backwards, feeling the thinner length of the dildo slide in her more quickly than the zebra one, she shuddered with a deep moan. Her fur stood on end briefly at the sensation paired up with her wild imagination. With how well she was experiencing such exotic forms of masturbation, she was almost tempted to tell even Sugar Belle about the griffon’s shop and what wonderful new experiences could be had from the toys. And the mysterious gloryholes behind the door? That had to have been even better than any of the toys she would’ve tested out. Mrs. Cake gasped and shook her head, dispelling any sort of glorified thoughts she would’ve had about such dirty places to be degraded. At least the griffon fantasy was just that, a fantasy. And having hilted the seven inches of thick striped dildo, Mrs. Cake was able to take seven inches of the griffon dildo and a couple more. She was three inches shy of fully hilting the mighty length, imagining the bulky and seductive griffon praising her for taking so much of him inside, before pulling out and preparing to thrust. At the same time, Mrs. Cake began to take a step forward and unsheathe most of the griffon dildo out of her except for the tip. Then, practically throwing herself backwards back onto the dildo, she cried out as she accidentally hilted the whole foot long toy. Even though there was a hint of pain, the sea of pleasure that more than made up for it caused her ass cheeks to quake. Her vivid imagination became secondary to just experiencing the pleasure without any thoughts, not that she could even if she wanted to. She twerked her ass against the fake griffon balls, letting out a “unf” and “haaaah” as she was rushing towards yet another orgasm. Twerking her fat ass on the simulation of griffon dick was becoming too much to bear, and she managed to bring her cloudy mind back to her imagination as she imagined the griffon stud hilted inside her.

“Mmmmm, that husband of yours doesn’t know what he’s missing, not tapping a glorious plappable ass like yours~” she imagined the griffon saying. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll stick it in your ponut after~”

Mrs. Cake let out a series of incoherent and blissful howls and brays as she came all over every inch of the griffon dildo, the fake balls, and onto the carpet once more. Feeling the intense sensation of all twelve inches inside of her beginning to return after a good few seconds of nutting, Mrs. Cake quickly took two steps forward and gasped as she felt the weird sensation of a foot long of fake griffon dick leave her precious walls. Reality crashing back inside her, she felt a hint of sadness as she knew the zebra stud and griffon stud weren’t real. She was, in her mind, just an old mare that had lost her appeal. But then, why did many of those young stallions look at her like she was the same age as them? Or perhaps with even more lust? It was all too confusing to the blue baker, and she wasn’t even in the position to explore it! She was stuck to a pathetic stallion that didn’t deliver even when she stated her solutions as clear as day. Despite the thoughts souring her mood a little, she remembered what the imaginary griffon said in her mind. He suggested that her ponut be put to use. And while she didn’t have the experience to try and take twelve inches of it inside her backdoor, she did have a two inch vibrating butt plug to try out that hole…

Returning to the box, Mrs. Cake fished out said butt plug and slathered it with the same lube. She only had two experiences that didn’t even really count, with it being too painful for her to continue past the first inch. And now that she knew due to Phoenix’s prior instructions that she was supposed to lube anything that went up her butt in addition to cleaning out her backdoor beforehoof, the older mare felt a fire stirring inside her as she was all the more determined to explore on her own. She didn’t even do so as a younger mare, only yearning for somepony to love her rather than concerning herself with who would be the one loving her. It certainly didn’t help that her parents instilled that line of thinking into her, nor did it help when she saw her dear friend at the time, Pear Butter, get hitched to what appeared to be the perfect stallion at a very young age in her adulthood. The experiences left the chubby older mare deprived of any real masturbation experience, and no chance of having experienced all the sexual encounters that a mare could have before making such a heavy commitment. Placing it on the carpet, Mrs. Cake turned her fat ass cheeks to the small toy and crouched even further to get it inside her successfully. Gasping as she felt the foreign yet surprisingly delightful intrusion inside her, Mrs. Cake sighed with contentment as she easily got the two inches inside of her. While the disastrous attempts at anal with her husband were only repressed memories now, she knew the first minute with this toy was already leagues better than those attempts. And she hadn’t even turned on the vibration yet! With the butt plug snug inside of her, and her ponut cleaned out the morning before the package arrived, Mrs. Cake got up with the butt plug inside her. The base of the butt plug, which had the power button that doubled as the settings button on it, was still visible within her blue ponut. As she found a tiny remote in the box, she reached around to her ass with one forehoof, turning the butt plug on, before using the same forehoof to hit the power button on the remote so the two devices would connect.

Suddenly feeling the butt plug inside her spring to life, Mrs. Cake nearly collapsed onto the dirty carpet with a sharp gasp. The setting that it started on was likely the second highest, if not the highest, setting of vibration she could experience from the butt plug. Rushing to the bathroom and getting a washcloth that she dampened with water and soap from the sink, Mrs. Cake galloped to the dirty carpet with the vibrating butt plug still buzzing away inside of her. Starting to scrub the carpet to the best of her ability, Mrs. Cake was working at cleaning up the evidence when she heard a couple of knocks on the door.

“Super sorry to bother, Mrs. Cake!” the high-pitched voice of Pinkie said from the other side of the door. “But those two ponies that made that super duper important appointment are here waiting for you!”

Mrs. Cake’s heart dropped as she let go of the washcloth from her mouth and took everything from the box that wasn’t already in the purse and shoved it in there. She also wrapped the dirty griffon dildo around the used washcloth and threw it in the purse as well, zipping the purse shut and rushing over to the dresser inside of her closet, opening the very bottom drawer and hiding it beneath a stack of her own clothes before shutting the drawer and the sliding glass door of the closet. Taking the now empty box and picking it up with her mouth by one of its flaps, Mrs. Cake used her forehoof to open the door and rush out of her room and down the stairs. Seeing the two stallions’ gazes immediately land on her, Mrs. Cake gave them a curt nod before rushing into the kitchen and out the backdoor of the establishment. Throwing the empty box into the open dumpster, Mrs. Cake galloped to the door leading back inside Sugarcube Corner. Entering her bakery and trotting through the kitchen, she only gave herself three seconds to glance at a mirror to make sure she looked presentable enough before turning around and pushing the kitchen door open as she smiled at the two stallions waiting for her at the counter. Two earth ponies, one with green fur and one with brown fur, grinned from ear to ear as they approached her at the same time.

“Well if it isn’t the Mrs. Cake,” the green stallion extended a hoof out to her. “May I just say what a pleasure it is to set up this appointment. I’m Green Forest and my friend here is Grounded Earth, we’re the ones that wanted to plan that special order.”

“Yes! Of course!” Mrs. Cake grinned back, even though she felt some weird discomfort in her backside that she couldn’t put her hoof on. “Shall we have a seat at one of the tables?”

“Of course,” Grounded Earth nodded as he and Green trotted over to a specific table in the bakery that was familiar to Mrs. Cake, but she struggled to remember. As they had their backsides turned to her, she found herself staring at their almost identically sculpted figures. These young stallions from their powerful legs and rippling muscles clearly worked out either at the gym, or given their names, likely did their exercise hiking or climbing. Watching as they sat down next to each other, Mrs. Cake approached the table as well and sat across from them. Finding the sensation of even doing a mundane task such as sitting down to feel too weird, Mrs. Cake quickly got out of her seat and settled on standing up instead. After all, she’d have to go back and forth giving them samples of what sweets she had to offer!

“So,” Green Forest’s eyes lit up as he clapped his forehooves together on the table. “A lot of us and our hiking buddies have been on good behavior in regards to our exercise and diet for several months now, and we wanted to celebrate properly with a cheat day for all of us. We’d like to try out one of each of the flavors you got on that display case, if that’s alright with you?”

“Yeah, lemme just-” Mrs. Cake gasped, suddenly feeling the previously dormant vibrator butt plug return to life as it started going off again. The blood nearly drained out of her face and a cold shudder moved throughout her body as she realized what felt weird in her backside. The plug was still inside! Gritting her teeth and warring in her mind what to do, not wanting to just dismiss her clients a second time, Mrs. Cake watched as the two stallions’ tilted their heads at her.

“Everything okay, Mrs. Cake?” Green frowned.

“And…do I hear a buzzing sound?” Grounded Earth added.

“Oh, that’s just the…uh…air conditioning acting up again!” Mrs. Cake rushed the words out of her mouth. “It’s been doing that all day, don’t mind it. Let me go get those flavors from the display case for you!”

Mrs. Cake briefly made sure to have her tail as firmly against her filled ponut as possible before taking the risk to turn her backside to them as she galloped out of the room. She couldn’t stop and think, lest she give the wrong impression to them that she didn’t care about their appointment, so she rushed to the back of the counter and picked out one of each cupcake on the display case while the vibrator kept going inside her backdoor. Despite trying to ignore the feeling, its presence demanded it be known, and Mrs. Cake panted and felt her face getting red as she set out a plate to put the sample cupcakes on. If she was going to make the decision to keep entertaining her clients without stopping, shouldn’t she allow herself some of her own kind of entertainment?

Picking the plate of sample cupcakes with one forehoof and giving a cheery hum as she slowly walked over to the two stallions, she made sure that her tail remained pushed against her ponut as best as possible before approaching her clients and setting the plate down with a grin. The heavy vibration of the butt plug was still overwhelmingly noticeable, but now Mrs. Cake decided not to let it upset her, starting to become aroused by the act somehow. Even if she couldn’t bring herself to do anything out of wedlock, she could still have something crammed in one of her holes while around stallions. Why, it was like they were practically inside her when she imagined it!

Oh d-dear, don’t say that! I can’t contain myself around these lovely young studs if I imagine them taking turns with me…being inside whichever holes they wanted…

“Wow, are these cupcakes that good?” Green’s eyes widened as his ears perked up with a bright smile, noticing Mrs. Cake blushing and biting her lip. Looking down at the sample platter, Green Forest reached out for the triple chocolate cupcake that had a cherry on top. As he took a bite, his ears flattened as he gave a deep mmmmmmm before smacking his lips. “Damn, they are that good! Earth, you’ve got to try some of these!”

“Oh c’mon now, they can’t be as good as a protein shake,” Earth shook his head before reaching over for a pink cupcake with several raspberries on top of what was also raspberry cream. Popping the whole sweet treat in his mouth, Grounded Earth’s eyes widened as one of his ears flickered. After a few more seconds of chewing, the stallion spoke up. “Well…I’ll be damned.”

While the two stallions were enjoying some of the sweets, Mrs. Cake was allowed to enjoy more of the perverse pleasure that the vibrating butt plug provided before it suddenly stopped. Taking a deep breath until she felt like she was blushing less heavily, she walked closer to the two while carefully having her backside pointed away from them.

“I’m so glad you two like them so much!” Mrs. Cake remarked as she pointed a forehoof at the rest of the cupcakes. “Please, try the rest! We’ve got Birthday Cake, Vanilla Bean, Mint Chocolate, Cinnamon Swirl, and Blueberry Blast.”

“This is so awesome,” Green giggled, grabbing both the Vanilla Bean cupcake and the Mint Chocolate one and taking pieces from both of them. The sense of rigid professionalism that Mrs. Cake was doing her best to uphold began to relax as she watched the two young adult stallions enjoying themselves.

And then her vibrating butt plug started again, and the older mare’s eyes shot wide open as she restrained herself from gasping out loud. While Green Forest was eating the other cupcakes, Grounded Earth reached for the Birthday Cake cupcake and started taking a bite out of it. The two stallions looked so immersed in her delicacies, that Mrs. Cake allowed herself to take deep breaths and focus on the forbidden and lewd sensation of her ponut being partially stuffed and stimulated…

“Heeeeeeeey, boss lady!”

Mrs. Cake then gasped as Pinkie out of nowhere began bouncing up and down towards her, the all too real fear of her discovering the toy lodged in her backdoor causing her to point in the angle that was facing the wall behind her, not pointing her fat cupcake-decorated ass cheeks towards Pinkie or her very valued clients. The pink bouncing mare didn’t seem to notice as she grinned at her, then at the two earth ponies.

“So, how did you like the Triple Chocolate Cherry?” Pinkie asked Green, before looking at Earth. “And the Raspberry?”

“Uh….good?” Grounded Earth barely chuckled as he managed a more faltering smile at the pink mare, whose tail hadn’t stopped twitching during the whole conversation.

“It’s great, th-thank you,” Green added.

“Okie dokie artichokie!” Pinkie began bouncing in place again, giving a brief yet very intentional glance Mrs. Cake’s way before turning around and bouncing out the room. “I’ll be in the kitchen if anypony needs anything at all!”

“Thank y-and she’s gone,” Mrs. Cake snickered as her overenthusastic employee had disappeared before she could even get one word out, her nerves still alight from the look Pinkie gave her. Did she notice something? Knowingly glancing at the silent earth pony stallions despite the powerful ponut plug stimulating her butt in ways her husband never had, she waited for them to speak. Enjoying the delicious vibrating silence for several seconds~

“How did…she know which flavors of cupcake we ate?” Green asked.

“Beats me,” Mrs. Cake shrugged. “That young mare points out a lot of stuff that I don’t understand. It’s almost as if she could read minds.”

“R-Really?” Earth sputtered, and Mrs. Cake could’ve sworn the cute young stallion’s pupils turned into pinpricks before the blue mare laughed.

“Oh I highly doubted it,” Mrs. Cake giggled, and with some mercy, the plug stopped and gave her a chance to focus more on the conversation instead of coming up with jokes. “So anyways you two, what do you think? Do these cupcakes seem fitting enough for you and your friends?”

“Do they?!” Earth grinned. “Why, they’re even better than we imagined, Mrs. Cake! We need three of each flavor by the end of the month for our order. Does that work for you?”

“It most certainly does~” Mrs. Cake nodded, her heart jumping in her chest as she managed to score an order of 21 cupcakes. Watching as the two stallions proceeded to get up, Mrs. Cake felt a cold chill run throughout her body as the vibrating butt plug started all over again. It vrrrrrrrrred in a way that felt more powerful than the times before, like the toy was fully intending to perform the impressive act of making her cum without a single touch to her pussy. Watching the two stallions getting up and walking towards her almost felt like it was in slow motion, every detail of their bodies becoming all more visible from their powerful legs to their lean figures. For earth ponies, having lean figures was impressive and Mrs. Cake could imagine them mounting her without being too heavy unlike most earth pony stallions…

“Oh, did someone spill something on the floor?” Green stopped his tracks as he lifted his soiled hoof. “Feels kind of sticky, and smells really sweet?”

“Oh!” Mrs. Cake chuckled, trying not to pass out right then and there as she waved a hoof at her clients. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll clean it up right in a jiffy! Let’s get y-you all checked out so I c-can get started on that cupcake order for you t-two, okay?”

“Sure,” Green shrugged, wiping the sticky substance off on the fur on his shoulder as he turned around and walked back from the way he came. Earth followed his friend, humming a cheery tune to himself as they left to the cash register. Mrs. Cake shortly followed, trotting to the lobby and behind the stallions. She pressed her tail against her ponut harder than ever, sending a silent prayer to Celestia that the stallions didn’t notice her plug when she would be turning to stand behind the counter. Turning around the corner and walking up behind the counter, Mrs. Cake saw no change in the two stallions’ expressions, and exhaled through her nostrils with a sense of calm returning to her body. As she took out a piece of paper and pen, picking up the pen with her mouth as she used it to write down the details of the order, she struggled to keep her penmanship even and readable as the ponut plug aggressively vibrated. The fact that the two stallions hadn’t put two and two together was remarkable, and the older mare could’ve only reasonably chalked it up to the two of them never using such toys on a mare before.

Goodness! With figures like that, and Celestia knows what size lengths, they probably don’t need a single toy to assist them in fucking a mare’s brains out!

Mrs. Cake sharply inhaled at the sudden curse word that came into her brain. With how graphic her imagination had gotten, she really should’ve expected that to happen sooner rather than later. And yet, the surprise and twinge of shame at thinking so lewdly about her own clients, caused her to buck her hips back a little as she nearly came right then and there. Dropping the pen as she finished writing down the order, Mrs. Cake managed to take a deep breath before smiling wider at the two stallions than she intended.

“Hehe, sorry about that you two!” Mrs. Cake giggled. “I just haven’t gone to the bathroom all day, so don’t worry about me! Anyways, that order will be 75 bits~”

“No worries!” Green opened up a satchel that appeared to be attached to his body as he placed a stack of bits that he spent all too long counting. Every moment of the oblivious stallion counting each bit made Mrs. Cake all the more turned on, the edging that she was giving herself was all the more fun in comparison to the ugly surprise that was her husband’s attempt at pleasing her. At least she was choosing to edge herself in this circumstance. Green Forest eventually shouted “75!” with a twinkle in his eye as he announced the final bit on the counter that he had counted. Pushing the stack of coins towards her, while also adding at least a dozen more to the pile, Green continued. “Thanks again by the way, that’s a tip for the generous samples~”

“Yeah, thank you!” Earth added. “We’ll see you at the end of the month!”

Green Forest and Grounded Earth waved goodbye as they both turned around and slowly left the building. The built up tension, arousal, delightfully divine discovery of herself…was becoming impossible to bear now that she no longer had to worry about anypony still being in the lobby or dining room. With the pleasure of what felt like at least a dozen mares in heat, Mrs. Cake cried out as she fell over underneath the counter, squirting her juices all over the floor as she moaned continuously for what felt like at least a minute before the mind-breaking orgasm stopped, allowing her to gain her thoughts and some semblance of her clarity again. Still, the post-orgasm warmth that bathed her nearly overshadowed the searing shame that came with such a perverted experience she had during the entire appointment, as well as laying in her own cum. Mrs. Cake couldn’t believe herself, and how much she had pent up inside her mind and loins. The amount of creatures that she imagined having their way with her was absurd, and the fact that the mere imagination of them did her better than her own husband…was a harsh reality to come to. Or more accurately, not cum to.

As the vibrating butt plug finally stopped once more, and Mrs. Cake shakily got back up on her four hooves a few moments later, she screeched as she was face-to-face with Pinkie Pie.

“OH MOTHER OF CELESTIA!” Mrs. Cake howled before staring in every direction but at her employee. “P-Pinkie, please, I can explain-”

“Explain what?” Pinkie tilted her head. “Weren’t you getting something underneath the counter? I figured that’s why you were down there.”

“Something b-behind the…” Mrs. Cake paused, before chuckling. “Y-Yes! But I guess I couldn’t find anything. If you’re here to see how the appointment went, it went amazing, dearie! They got 3 of each cupcake flavor from the display case, and are planning to pick it up at the end of the month!”

“That’s awesome!” Pinkie bounced up and down briefly before her eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. “Oooooooh, so I sensed one of them was horny~”

“Wait, what?!” Mrs. Cake’s jaw dropped. “You could tell that one of my clients was turned on?”

“Well, I could sense somepony in the room was~” Pinkie giggled. “And knowing you, I assumed it was one of them. And besides using my signature sense to detect it, there was a very obvious giveaway that I’m surprised you didn’t notice…”

“And uh, what would that be?” Mrs. Cake croaked, her voice sounding far away as Pinkie grinned from ear to ear.

“You wouldn’t believe it, but one of them is definitely the adventurous type!” Pinkie giggled. “Because I heard a vibrating butt plug going off in the room!”

Contains: innocent turned lewd massages, vaginal/anal fingering, unprofessional levels of groping crotchteats and butt, a MILF in deep denial of her desires, a griffon giving into his instincts and sadistic fantasies, multiple orgasms, cumshot, dry humping, and the prospect of a returning customer!

It had been several weeks of using the zebra dildo, griffon dildo, and vibrating butt plug in intervals for the chubby blue baker. Sometimes, she had even used some of them at the same time, like that one particularly fun night hilting the griffon dildo and having the butt plug stuffed in her ponut. The lewdness of doing it all in the room she shared with her husband whenever she could reasonably get away with it, such as when he was making deliveries while taking care of the foals or helping the younger mares close up for the night, had begun to dull and not be as thrilling. She had worn both the outfits she had bought at the shop during the masturbatory sessions, and had found herself longing a number of times for the “Zebra Slut” outfit that she remembered seeing at Phoenix’s store. The only sex toy of hers that she hadn’t tried out yet was the thick and intimidating dragon dildo. Sure it probably wasn’t even a tenth as big as the ones that Phoenix had in the closet, but Mrs. Cake wanted the moment for such a big yet fake cock to feel right. So having used the other toys as much as she reasonably could before the excitement began to wear off, Mrs. Cake frowned as she glanced at the toys in her closet. They were missing something that was becoming glaringly more noticeable the more she used them, and the fantasies that she had were becoming more painful than enjoyable. It was like she knew that they weren’t real, the griffon and zebra, and she suspected with a searing pain in her heart that there wouldn’t be studs of either species who’d be into her older figure either.

Don’t…don’t think about it too much. You still have a good stallion who loves you very much, remember? He'll be able to love you tenderly when he gets back from his deliveries…

Mrs. Cake took a few deep breaths to calm down the hurtful thoughts, before putting everything away and closing the sliding glass door of the closet. Making sure she looked presentable in the mirror of her bathroom, trying to ignore the onslaught of thoughts that came up as soon as she acknowledged her own appearance. Finally tearing her eyes off the mirror when it became too much, Mrs. Cake galloped out of her room, closing the door behind her as she rushed down the stairs. Work work work. Nothing will get her away from the demons in her head better than diving into her beloved baking. As she made it to the bottom of the stairs and trotted into the kitchen, she saw Pinkie using a green piping bag on a tray of chocolate cupcakes. Walking past Pinkie and glancing at the stuff to do on her list, she heard a few noises here and there that she didn’t bother to decipher, when she saw Pinkie bouncing up to her.

“Hey!” Pinkie shouted, staring at her boss with wide blue eyes. “No being sad, or I m-mean, no being sad without doing something about it! Is it something I can fix, Mrs. Cake?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Mrs. Cake sighed, staring at her list. “Besides, I’m sure work will help take my mind off my problems…”

“Uh, Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie frowned. “When’s the last time that you had a day off?”

“Day off?” Mrs. Cake chuckled briefly before shaking her head. “Dearie, I’m the owner. Or at least one of them, why would there be a day off for me?”

“You’re a pony, not a machine,” Pinkie’s ears flattened as she scowled at the big blue mare. “And when ponies begin to quietly sulk around the kitchen with bags underneath their eyes-”

“Hey,” Mrs. Cake grumbled, her eye twitching as she let the pink pony continue.

“-they need time to take care of themselves and relax,” Pinkie insisted. “Not just for a few hours, but the whole day. I won’t tell Mr. Cake anything about your bad day if you don’t want me to, but there’s this wonderful massage parlor where they help physically remove all the tension out of your body. And it certainly helps calm your mind too! You’re his wife, I’m sure Mr. Cake will understand if you choose to take off at least most of the day to take care of yourself, right?”

Mrs. Cake sure knew that Pinkie had no idea how much renewed excitement returned to her body as soon as the young pink mare mentioned the massage parlor, despite her initial concerns that Pinkie knew about her ponut plug. Forget relieving muscle tension, or even having a calm mind. The alluring gift of having another living being touch her so deeply, and yet still being able to be a faithful wife for her husband, sent electricity rushing through her veins. She needed to get touched by someone who knew what they were doing, and was determined to bring her the utmost satisfaction. With her mind finally focused on her surroundings, she placed a hoof on Pinkie’s shoulder and watched as the pink pony’s small frown morphed into a smile.

“Dearie, you’re so thoughtful,” Mrs. Cake told her. “You’re absolutely right, what a wonderful idea that would be. And you seem very determined to make it happen, so I trust that you’ll reassure my husband as needed.”

“You know me!” Pinkie giggled, her tail wiggling from side to side as she gave a mock-salute. “Alright, then! Me and Mr. Cake will hold down the fort while Mrs. Cake gets her much-needed massage! Starting…now!”

Mrs. Cake wasn’t sure what the overexcited pink pony would do if she didn’t immediately run out of her own bakery, but she didn’t want to find out. Turning around and bolting out of the kitchen door that she came from, Mrs. Cake ran out of the front door of Sugarcube Corner and looked around. Ponyville was a small enough town that Mrs. Cake didn’t necessarily need directions, even though they would have certainly helped. Walking around and just enjoying the stroll for a good few minutes, getting to be by herself away from her family and employees, Mrs. Cake beamed as she just happened to approach a massage parlor that Pinkie must’ve been referring to. It was a normal beige-colored building like the rest, with dark purple letters that said Magical Massages catching her eyes right before she pushed the door open and walked into the building. Hearing a little jingle go off as the door closed, she stared at the receptionist mare that was behind the counter from across the room. Trotting up to her, Mrs. Cake felt more blood rush to her face then she anticipated as she felt her throat get dry.

“Um, d-do you need to p-plan an appointment in advance?” Mrs. Cake stammered.

“No, ma’am,” the receptionist assured her. “Although it certainly helps. But we only have a couple scheduled appointments in the evening, the rest of the day has been slow. We’ve only got one masseur here right now, but he is very experienced for his age. I’ll go get him, okay?”

“Thank you, dearie,” Mrs. Cake mumbled, her head spinning as she took several deep breaths while the receptionist pony left the counter and disappeared behind the nearby door. Very experienced? For his age? The chubby MILF was cursing in her head all the more, her loins starting to become wet and fired up with need in a way that the toys simply didn’t quite do anymore. At least, not as much as they used to. Just as Mrs. Cake was focusing on making sure her tail wasn’t flagging up for an imaginary stallion, the receptionist mare walked out with a griffon that was barely bigger than her. With regular gray feathers and fur of the same shade of color, piercing orange eyes, and a dark gray beak, the masseur had a decent amount of resemblance to…a very detailed image the blue-furred mother created in her head many times before in regards to a very-used toy in her closet. Biting her lip and feeling her heart race at the pure shock of a male griffon, or a cock as Phoenix referred to them as, servicing her, she was surprised at how young he looked. Clearly appearing to be an adult, Mrs. Cake still wondered how old he actually was, and how considerably younger he had to be than her.

“Don’t worry, ma’am!” the griffon chuckled in his remarkably deep voice, raising one of his talons and showing it off to her. While his voice wasn’t quite as deep as Big Mac’s, the griffon could certainly order somepony around the bedroom if he really wanted to. He continued. “My talons have been trimmed up to code, and won’t be the least bit of a problem when I’m working my magic! My name is Dusty, and you’re Mrs. Cake, right?”

“Yes, how did you know that?” Mrs. Cake gulped, already feeling found out despite that nothing of the sort happened. Dusty chuckled as he pointed a talon towards the door.

“Well, with a building like yours, it’d be kind of hard not to notice your business,” Dusty explained. “Now, shall we get started?”

“Before you do that, I’m going to go on my break,” the receptionist mare fished out keys from underneath the counter and tossed it to the griffon. “Since there’ll only be you, could you lock up the parlor till I get back?”

“Sure can!” Dusty grinned as he walked the receptionist mare out the front door and locked it after she had left the building. The scenario unfolding in front of Mrs. Cake was becoming terrifying and exciting at the same time. It wasn’t the young griffon that she couldn’t trust, not at all. But with nopony to witness her express her physical enjoyment, Mrs. Cake could see it being all too easy getting carried away more than a client should. Still, there was no way she was going to back down. When was she going to get another intimate and private experience with someone that wasn’t her husband, while still being faithful? Mrs. Cake turned around with her tail facing Dusty as she began to walk towards the door.

Dusty, the young adult cock, turned away from the door after locking it with the keys resting on one of his talons. Humming a tune to himself as he swung the keys around, he abruptly stopped as his eyes landed on the big blue MILF’s fat cheeks. With the cupcakes on each side of her ass singing to his brain like a siren’s call, and the barest glimpse of the married mare’s blueberry crotchteats visible to him, Dusty felt drool starting to slowly come out of his beak before he gasped and shook his head. What was with him? None of the young adult mares that came to the parlor aroused him, so why her? He willed himself to only focus on getting the job done, focus on his work. Anything besides that could spell the end of the parlor, and likely him getting arrested. He already had various potential clients walk out as soon as they saw he was a griffon, and the memory brought a pain to his heart. No, he would give this lovely older mare the best massage she’d ever experience. Mrs. Cake slowly looked over her shoulder and smiled.

“Everything alright, dear?” Mrs. Cake asked, and the motherly tone that easily flowed out of her mouth like honey sent deep excitement throughout his body. Damn him and damn his growing sexual discovery, he had to keep it together! Nodding with a quiet thumbs up with one of his talons, he followed Mrs. Cake inside of the room as she instinctively climbed onto the clothed massage table and let all four of her legs relax off the table and towards the ground. Placing her head on the end of the massage table, Mrs. Cake gave a deep sigh as she closed her eyes and smiled.

“Great Celestia, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a massage!” Mrs. Cake giggled, her tail beginning to swing side to side as she readied herself for the treatment. Little did she know, her ponut and pussy was flashing at Dusty with each swing of her tail. The gray griffon nearly squawked out loud at the alluring sight, and quickly walked past her and fished out a timer from the drawer nearby. Placing it on the nearby counter and setting it to the default time, it began quietly ticking away as he began lathering his talons with a nearby bottle of massage oil before walking back around to Mrs. Cake. Staring at her body for longer than he would’ve liked to admit, he tried to figure out where to best begin. Glancing at her shoulders, Dusty nodded and moved forward, placing his talons on them as he began to firmly press his talons into them in a way that nearly made Mrs. Cake moan with pleasure.

“So,” Mrs. Cake murmured, feeling herself steadily going further into a state of warm bliss as she felt herself salivating at the firm yet divine touch of the griffon’s talons. They were surprisingly not the least bit sharp, so she continued. “How old are you exactly? I noticed you’re such a young griffon to move to Ponyville…then again, so was that Gallus fellow at the Friendship School. And he turned 18 a while ago…”

“I assure you ma’am,” Dusty responded. “I am old enough to drink adding on a year, if you’re a fan of math or riddles.”

“Clever, are we?” Mrs. Cake giggled. “So that means you’re twenty-two!”

“Got it right the first time,” Dusty smirked. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from a mare with such wisdom in her own age. But yes, I moved down here a year ago. Griffonstone’s education is such…pardon my language, horse shit that I’ve explored Equestria over several months before settling down here. I took various classes to sample everything I had a feather of interest in learning, before finally having my special moment with massaging. If I was a pony myself, I’m sure I would’ve developed a cutie mark for it even.”

“Wisdom in her own age?” Mrs. Cake blushed. “Why, I thought someone as young as yourself would find my age to be ugly.”

“Nonsense!” Dusty willed himself not to blush back, trying to focus on the statement itself without leaning in to how much he felt the opposite. “More age means that you’ve got more experience, Mrs. Cake. I’m sure it helps with owning a business, h-having a family, and being such a pillar of the community. Why, you were the first pony I heard about after those Elements of Harmony were explained to me. Oh! And then I read up on Princess Twilight’s journals-”

Mrs. Cake felt his talons move from her shoulders down to her back, and felt his talons kneading all the knots down there. The sensation felt more beautiful than a song, and Mrs. Cake had a much harder time listening to the griffon masseur’s dorky stories, even though she tried her best to make out a few words here and there. Apparently math and history were subjects he studied up on the most, but he found the most fulfillment in bringing physical relief to ponies with his talented talons. At some point, they ceased talking and the griffon gestured for her to flip onto her back. Dusty, nearly blushing through his gray feathers, proceeded to massage both of Mrs. Cake’s forelegs and then her chest. The motherly mare closed her eyes and gently hummed to the touch, relieving the worked up griffon of having to stare into the voluptuous mare’s eyes as he touched her chest. Working down to her pudgy belly, face to face with her blueberry-like crotchteats and pussy lips, he was completely oblivious to the struggle Mrs. Cake was having…

Having briefly opened her eyes to see the griffon facing her sensitive bits, Mrs. Cake immediately closed her eyes again and willed her body to not react. Everypony gets massages, she reminded herself. So why does this feel like something more than that?

Dusty had then placed his talons over her hips and slowly massaged his way down, not even trying to hide the fact that he was ogling her. He started bringing his talons closer to her teats without actually touching them, only to get so close that one of his talons briefly grazed one of the crotchteats. He was about to pull back, profusely apologize, and maybe even quit his job preemptively if his panicked state got the better of him. But then hearing a deep moan come out of the mother’s mouth caused him to change his mind. The sound she made was one of the most delightful sounds he had ever heard, making the griffonesses and mares he had hooked up with look pathetic in comparison. Smirking as he noticed Mrs. Cake’s eyes still closed, he brought each talon to the big blue mare’s plump mounds. Savoring the furry softness of them that a griffoness simply couldn’t compare to, Dusty then brought his talons to the deep blue nipples themselves that looked nearly identical to blueberries. Having a no longer shameful thought, wondering if they tasted just as sweet, Dusty began to flick them for a reaction. Seeing Mrs. Cake’s face subtly contorting, the griffon couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in her head.

Mrs. Cake managed to will herself to keep her eyes shut despite the blatantly lewd stimulation. Regardless of whether Dusty was supposed to adhere to Equestrian massages or if he was doing some weird Griffonian type of massage, the chubby blue mare highly doubted it was going to bring the intended effect that the rest of the massage did. But it wasn’t anything making her uncomfortable or harming her, quite the opposite. So she was sure that whatever he was planning on doing was perfectly fine, and more than fulfilling for her secret need to have the intimate touch without cheating.

“Back on your stomach please,” Dusty gulped as the words came out as more of an order than intended, but then felt the nervousness starting to ease up a little as Mrs. Cake smiled deeply, briefly opening her eyes as she did exactly that. Humming in her motherly tone with her tail swinging from side to side, Dusty felt the fire burning inside of him as he stared once more at the ridiculously fat ass cheeks of the chubby blue baker. Staring at the trio of pink cupcakes on each bubbly butt cheek, Dusty couldn’t help but bring his talons to both ass cheeks and grope them hard. Noticing as Mrs. Cake stopped humming, Dusty felt himself drooling onto the floor as he groped her cutie marks. Having experienced all sorts of griffons and ponies over the course of his young life, Dusty wasn’t dumb. Realizing that the mare was moving her tail back and forth and showing her holes at him, he could no longer believe such a wise mare would do something so lewd on accident. Whether she was aware of it or not, he could see as clear as day that the mare was turned on by his presence. Each time her tail moved away and he could see her glistening pussy, Dusty wanted to cave into his instincts and pounce. Make her holes belong to him, even if it was just in the heat of the moment. Raising one of his talons, he brought it back to her ass cheek in a sharp smack that rang throughout the room. Mrs. Cake threw her head back and yelped with pleasure, causing the griffon’s predatory instincts to kick into high gear. She was but a mere MILF for his pleasure, and her lack of resistance only solidified that in his head. While Mrs. Cake still told herself that the butt smack was likely to spice up the massage, Dusty then brought the talon that smacked her ass to her pussy.

Knowing that the line between a normal massage and caving to his griffon nature had long ago been crossed, Dusty proceeded to slip two of his digits inside of her inviting cunt. The slight lack of tightness and the wet warmth that welcomed him caused his dark gray cock to harden and prepare for what was to cum. Mrs. Cake’s brain began to become overwhelmed with the sensation of pleasure that overshadowed her toys, and definitely her husband. The feeling of thick digits dancing in all the right places in her pussy, and even one that she felt slip into her ponut, was a feeling that she never wanted to end. If this was what Griffonian massages were truly like, then she could see herself becoming a regular customer…

Dusty panted, the arousal inside skyrocketing just as much as Mrs. Cake’s leaking pussy was, as he had two digits going back and forth in her pussy while having another digit from his other talon wiggling in her ponut. The juggling act, while a little tricky, only served to make the cock’s cock completely rock hard as his brain demanded that he claim each and every one of the MILF’s hot holes. Feeling mare juices slip out of her pussy from his digits and onto the floor, as well as the squishy sensation of part of his talon going back and forth inside, the griffon had never felt more turned on in his life. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, he saw Mrs. Cake’s chubby legs began to quiver as her tiny whimpers turned into a loud, needy howl as she proceeded to shoot marecum all over his talon as well as his foreleg. With even some of the sweet and delicious orgasmic fluids landing on his face, the griffon’s thoughts started to black out to the domineering voice in his head telling him to claim her. Nopony but Mrs. Cake could stop him at that point, as he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back again in a feat of super-griffon strength. The panting and blushing blue MILF no longer had her eyes closed, but half-lidded as her tongue had rolled out of her mouth and her legs had splayed out for him, a blatant invitation. Dusty slapped his nearly foot-long length onto her clit as he rubbed back and forth against her hot and wet pussy. The foggy hotness of the room, as well as the desperate lust shared between them for different reasons, had begun to drive them both over the edge. Dusty had fully climbed onto the table, bringing his beak to the mare as he started going to town on her neck while dry humping her. Bringing his long tongue from right underneath her face down towards her shoulders as he slathered his saliva all over her sensitive neck, he had reverted to his animalistic desires as his arousal escalated from the feeling of his dick finally getting wet for the first time in a while. Giving into dominating the chubby MILF that had brought his sexual reawakening, the room’s silence was broken by Mrs. Cake’s incoherent and unrelenting feminine moans and whimpers, Dusty’s deep grunts, and the creaking of the massage table holding both of their weight.

Mrs. Cake was far past the point of thinking, lust-drunk in a way that she never had felt before. Not with the griffon dildo, not with any lovers before her marriage, and not even with the love of her life on their honeymoon. The stress of her responsibilities wasn’t even a distant memory, not when the chubby MILF was so lost in carnal pleasure to focus on anything else.

“Huh, huh, ahn, ahh, AHN!” Mrs. Cake’s legs instinctively clamped around the griffon as she brayed, closing her eyes and convulsing as she came a second time. Her feminine orgasmic juices sprayed all over Dusty’s cock, his stomach fur, and onto the floor during her explosive orgasm as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. There was no more room for confusion in Dusty’s mind as he waited for the cum-drunk mare’s legs to let go of him as he stood on the table and grabbed his cock still slickened with the deliciously tempting hot MILF’s cum all over it. As he jerked himself off with ease, he couldn’t give a fuck about the mare’s husband. In fact, Dusty thought with a twinge of deep satisfaction, he hoped the pathetic little prick could sense his seed on her when she returned to him. Grunting in the peak of his sadistic little fantasy, he came ropes of his hot white cum all over the mare’s blueberry teats and her chubby stomach. Seeing it land and seep into the mare’s blue fur as his claim on her, Dusty snarled as he pressed the tip of his still hard cock against her entrance. Despite the two breathing heavily and having both orgasmed, he was intent on plunging inside that hot MILF cunt, forever ruining her for that worthless stallion that drove her to his talons…

…until the timer went off, buzzing loudly and breaking both of them from their heated moment together.

Dusty’s eyes widened as he jumped off the table, getting a cloth from one of the drawers and walking up to the sink in the room as he wetted it with soap and water. Thoroughly cleaning himself of any juices, he then got another cloth and gave it to Mrs. Cake as he took his own dirty cloth out of the room. After several minutes of them quietly cleaning up, with Dusty even getting out a mop to clean the mare juices off the floor, he left the room and walked up behind the counter where Mrs. Cake was still waiting. The blue mare could see him wide-eyed and fidgeting as he managed to speak.

“So you’re a first-time client, so we’ll be giving you a 60% discount today. Yup, that’s definitely why we’re giving you the discount,” Dusty spoke in a rush, a far cry from when he had boasted about his adventures earlier. “So, um, it’ll be just 40 bits today.”

“Wow, what a steal,” Mrs. Cake whispered to herself as she gave the griffon the money, plus a considerable tip as she grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you for the wonderful first experience, Dusty~”

Dusty’s eyes lit up like a foal on Hearth’s Warming as he walked out from behind the counter and up to Mrs. Cake, smacking her right on the ass again.

“No, thank you~” Dusty purred as he smirked at the MILF. “Be sure to come again and we can talk about extending your session time, okay?”

“Of course, you have a good day now!” Mrs. Cake said, watching as the griffon flew ahead of her and unlocked the door, letting her leave. Coincidentally, she passed by the receptionist mare coming back from her break, glancing at her. “You have the most amazing masseur by the way, he’s a keeper!”

Mrs. Cake then hummed as loudly as possible as she skipped back to Sugarcube Corner, her glowing energy visible to anypony who glanced her way.

What a great, normal, and completely unsuspicious massage!

Additional Characters: Earth Pony Stallions, Yak
Contains gloryholes, safety precautions, prostitution, both exhibitionistic and private masturbation, further denial about cheating logistics, lots of blowjobs, cumshots, dirty talk, and musk. As well as consensual voyeurism and a hint of lesbian desire from a certain predatory griffoness~

Stumbling into the same shop she had been to before, this time wearing a long black skirt and a cartoonishly big sunhat, Mrs. Cake gasped as she looked over the familiar dark red griffoness and her big figure. With the urgency she had in getting herself toys on the first visit, still not having tried the monstrously thick dragon dildo yet, the chubby blue MILF didn’t really get a chance to notice the griffoness’ body. With the stool she was sitting on barely supporting her considerably big and predatory body, the shopkeeper Phoenix was larger than the average griffon. Mrs. Cake knew this especially after her definitely normal encounter with Dusty the griffon masseur, who wasn’t even half the dark red griffoness’ size. Feeling sweat rolling down her face at Phoenix’s piercing yellow eyes narrowed at the terribly disguised mare intently, the blue mare smiled as she walked up to the counter and tried not to shake. What was with her today?

“Well?” Mrs. Cake jolted, realizing that for a female, Phoenix had a deep yet soothing voice to her. The kind of voice that could either lull a lover to a long sleep, or strike fear if the griffoness really wanted to. “Did you like your recent purchases? What about that dragon dildo, hun? I imagine that’d be the hardest one to fit inside that snug cunt of yours…what? Was it something I said?”

“O-Oh! Well, uh, no, I haven’t used any of those dildos or other stuff yet,” Mrs. Cake blurted out the response with a blush and a push up of her sunglasses as she glanced at the gloryholes sign nearby, trying and failing to not think of the image that the sneaky griffoness deliberately sprinkled into her submissive pony brain. Imagining breaking in such a thick toy to experience the taste of dragon dick, caused Mrs. Cake to grit her teeth as she made sure her crimson tail properly covered her clenching pussy. That, and the bright lights of the gloryholes sign sung to her needy body like a siren’s song as her head spun with need. Trying to turn her head to look at the products in the store, Mrs. Cake still found the corner of her eye looking at the gloryholes sign.

“Yo blue butt,” Phoenix called out to the mare, causing Mrs. Cake to flinch before turning back around to facing the muscular griffoness. “You want to try out those gloryholes in the back, don’t you?”

“What?!” Mrs. Cake cried out, clutching her fluffy blue chest with one forehoof as she moved back. “That is the most absurd suggestion, to just suck the dicks of many different species…with no repercussions and complete anonymity…”

“Yeah!” Phoenix perked up, her flexible tail flickering from side to side as she grinned at the flustered chubby mare. The fact that the older mare’s disguise could only indicate that she was in a full on relationship, perhaps even married, mattered very little to the griffoness. If her client was enticed enough to return a second time and stare at the gloryholes sign like a moth staring at a lamp, Phoenix had no problem giving the chubby mare the final push into her whorish horsey desires as she continued. “And don’t worry, you actually get a cut of the profits made from the gloryholes. Stallions can only enter that special area after they pay, in which I unlock the room for them to use however long they like. They can even come back multiple times a day if they want to sample the different mouths of multiple mares. I can properly show you the other side of the room, different protocols and suggestions, and obviously safety measures. I may be a bit of a pervy birdy, but the last thing I want is for anyone to get hurt. C’mon, blue butt, come check out the room with me.”

Watching Phoenix bunch her muscles before jumping over the glass counter and onto the floor, Mrs. Cake’s mouth opened a little as she stared at the griffoness, thanking the stars that she didn’t have a taste for pony flesh. With how much bigger Phoenix was than most griffons, Mrs. Cake was confident that no one would dare try to shoplift from the strong griffoness’ shop. Even a movement as simple as Phoenix flicking her tail towards the gloryholes room to lead Mrs. Cake there, caused the once stammering blue mare to quietly follow the griffoness with a blush still decorating her muzzle. Simply wrapping her mouth around a stallion’s dick as a service couldn’t possibly be cheating, right? It wasn’t like she knew who the dicks belonged to, nor would the stallions know who she was either. And, the best part was that she’d be making bits to make up for the large purchase that she was barely able to hide from her own husband. Being in the clear financially would be an amazing feeling, and there certainly wasn’t anything lewd that was involved in that amazing feeling either…

And besides! That lovely massage that Dusty gave me is just like that! I’m just helping these poor stallions in need of some good stress relief, whether it be from work or their own difficult partners! Why, it's just like a secondary income!

Phoenix and Mrs. Cake reached the door underneath the gloryholes sign, with the dark red griffoness using her long tail to wrap around the door handle. Pulling it down and opening it, Phoenix walked into a dark gray room that had dark red carpet below. What would’ve been boring and dreary walls otherwise were decorated with various mares. Ranging from scantily clad ponies to exotic creatures such as a zebra mare wearing a big red bow in her mane while winking at the viewer and showing her dark gray pussy lips and ponut, the suggestive to explicit range of pictures on the walls more than made up for the fact that the stallions couldn’t see who was blowing them. Staring at the wall to the left, there was a moderately-sized hole where even a fat cock could comfortably fit through. On the left of the hole was another door that Phoenix walked up to.

“Of course, the other room past this door is where you’ll be,” Phoenix explained. “It locks from the other side, so no one could enter your room unless you allowed it. Not even me. However…”

Phoenix used her forepaw this time to open the door, leading to another room that also had dark gray walls and dark red carpet. But instead of pictures, there was a shelf in the corner of the room with several full water bottles, a bottle of mouthwash, body wash, and several clean washcloths.

“While some of the receivers here like to just go at it hard and get filthy, some like to recover with the breaks they get between stallions,” Phoenix explained. “Can’t exactly suck dick all day without drinking at least a little bit of water, after all. Also, I’m legally obligated to point out that ol’ object up there~”

Flicking her tail towards the part of the ceiling directly above the shelf, Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened at the camera that was attached to the ceiling, pointed directly at her.

“I just needed to point that out before I recommended that you take off your outfit,” Phoenix placed a paw on Mrs. Cake’s shoulder before the blue mare could protest. “Listen hun, I swear to secrecy. Regardless of what I do while watching you suck off these stallions, it’ll never go out to the public. Neither the footage or me even talking about it without your permission. Of course, there’s a form that you’re still required to fill out parts of. At least fill out the gender part, since some stallions don’t want a femcolt sucking them off without their knowledge. The rest is completely up to you, okay?”

“Um,” Mrs. Cake blushed as she gave Phoenix the sunglasses, revealing her brilliant rosy eyes to the big griffoness as the chubby mare also gave her the hat. “Um, I’ll give you the skirt too. Just so it doesn’t get messy. And…what did you mean by what you do watching me?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Phoenix shrugged. “Just jerking off to the show when the day is slow, something like that? Oh goodness, I’m messing with you! You can pick up your jaw off the floor now! But really, the camera is there for your safety and mental health and blah blah blah. Just if a stallion was somehow able to push the door open or if you had a panic attack and I had to get you out, that kind of stuff. But whenever you’re tired or just ready to leave, there’s a red button over there-”

Phoenix pointed to the red button on the other side of the wall directly across from the supply shelf with a flick of her tail.

“-so that I can clear out my shop and get you out of the room without anyone noticing you,” Phoenix explained. “Let me go get you the form before everything properly starts, okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” Mrs. Cake watched as Phoenix turned around and walked out the door, before the chubby MILF began to strip out of her skirt. This is crazy! How could I just blow ponies or whatever creatures without even knowing who they are! At least I knew who Dusty was! Will I even be good? I can’t even remember the last time I’ve sucked dick, what if they notice I’m such an old coot that hasn’t gotten proper action in Celestia knows how long???

Mrs. Cake flinched as Phoenix opened the door once more with a pen and a clipboard with a paper attached in one talon, the dark red griffoness’ eyes widening as she took in Mrs. Cake’s flickering eyes and bitten lip.

“Oh dear, has it been that long for you?” Phoenix cooed, her deep voice serving to calm down Mrs. Cake’s nerves. “Hey, it’s okay. You can write that down in the form, and the stallions will definitely understand. They just want some action more than anything else, you don’t gotta be pornstar levels of good or anything. Does…that help, hun?”

“Yes, thank you,” Mrs. Cake smiled at Phoenix, her heart that was beating really fast a few seconds prior warming at the griffoness’ tender kindness. By no means was Phoenix required to be so attentive, but the gesture definitely brought Mrs. Cake nervousness down to a tolerable level. Of course, the newness of the situation was going to make her feel a bit nervous no matter what, but at least she knew confidently that her physical and mental safety would constantly be monitored. “Now let’s see that form!”

Sitting down on her fat butt cheeks, Mrs. Cake took the clipboard in one hoof and the pen in the other while Phoenix busied herself by making sure everything in the supply shelf was properly stocked and clean behind the chubby earth pony. Using the convenient angle to look over her shoulder and look at the chubby mare’s unique amount of cake, staring at the cupcake cutie marks adorning the unknown mare’s ass cheeks, Phoenix licked her beak. The griffoness couldn’t anticipate her newest regular having such a dumptruck underneath those skirts, and willed herself to tear her eyes off the earth pony for a few moments to finish what she was doing. Seeing that everything on the shelf was good to go, Phoenix perked up as she heard Mrs. Cake.

“Done!” Mrs. Cake cheerfully quipped despite her red face and wider grin, as if she was hyping herself up as much as she could. Phoenix turned around and took the clipboard with the pen attached to it, reading over the parts that Mrs. Cake had filled out:

Gender: Female
Age Range: 30s-40s
Extra Notes: Trying out the gloryhole experience, just a simple business owner trying to make a living. But I’m super sweet and will do my best!

“Oh my stars,” Phoenix breathed, her tail flickering as if she had opened up a Hearth’s Warming present that she had wanted for years.

“Oh goodness,” Mrs. Cake’s face fell a little. “It’s not bad, is it? Or too much?”

“No, not at all,” Phoenix looked at Mrs. Cake with a glint in her cat-like eyes. “It’s purrfect. I’m going to put this paper right above the hole and make the other half of the room open to customers. So don’t forget to lock the door behind me, okay? And don’t forget the red button if you need anything~”

Phoenix walked out of the room with both the clipboard and Mrs. Cake’s temporarily discarded skirt resting on her back, and Mrs. Cake walked up to the door and properly locked it before staring at the hole with bated breath. She saw a glimpse of Phoenix’s dark red fur through the door as she was presumably taping the partially filled form above the gloryhole, before Phoenix gave a happy hum as she walked out the door. With nothing but the silence greeting the blue-furred mother, Mrs. Cake glanced again at her surroundings to see if she missed anything for a few minutes when she heard the other door on the stallion’s side of the room open. Hearing two stallions’ voices, Mrs. Cake’s ears twitched at the sense of familiarity that she just couldn’t put her hoof on.

“Don’t take too long,” one stallion shouted. “You’ve got me and the rest of the crew waiting out here!”

“I won’t, hopefully she doesn’t mind sweaty hiker dick,” the stallion that sounded closer to the gloryhole replied back. Mrs. Cake was still busy piecing together where she had heard the voices before when she saw a deep green dick that was mostly soft slide through the hole. The mention of hikers, the voices, and the color of the stallion’s dick made the puzzle pieces click together in her head. It was the hikers that had placed the order for the cupcakes weeks ago!

Vivid imagery of when she had lusted for them while having a butt plug vibrating away inside her flashed in her head, she knew the feeling deep within her soul…how much she had wanted the fit earth pony stallions’ dicks. And now, the one named Green Forest that she had talked to the most had his dick waiting for her services. Knowing better than to talk and give herself away, especially in such a careful position with a stallion she was already a tiny bit familiar with, Mrs. Cake slowly walked up to his dick and let her hot breath land on the twitching appendage so that he knew she was there while her heart raced. While confident that she wouldn’t be found out, it still didn’t change the fact that she was faced with her fantasy cumming true and unfolding in front of her in the most beautiful way possible. The universe somehow aligned her with them again, in a way that she didn’t consider to be anymore than a deliciously hot form of income. And speaking of income, the only thing she wanted in her mouth was their cum…

“Don’t worry, babe, I can definitely tell you’re getting into this experience,” Green chuckled. “I even heard that I’m your first today! Don’t worry, I’m a patient stallion. And I definitely believe you’ll do your best. After all, a single business owner that is dying to suck dick must be good!”

Mrs. Cake bit her lip, already feeling her pussy getting wet from Green Forest’s assumptions about her. Since her description did nothing to indicate that she was single, Mrs. Cake decided to not bother correcting him. After all, that was his own decision if he wanted to assume such, and it made no difference to her as she made the devastating mistake of inhaling the air around Green’s cock. The sweet yet earthy tang of musk with only a hint of sweat sent shivers down Mrs. Cake’s body, and without thinking twice, the chubby blue mare opened her tongue and lapped up any excess moisture that remained on her former client’s dick. Hearing a content sigh on the other side of the room, Mrs. Cake’s heart skipped a beat as she swirled her tongue around his dick as thoroughly as possible, reminding herself basic lessons in blowjobs that were flooding back to her. Stallions loved deepthroating, although they just appreciated getting sucked at all. She wasn’t some spring chicken, and knew damn well to avoid her teeth scraping anywhere sensitive. And…there were more important places to touch besides the dick itself…

Bringing one forehoof to the dark green balls that looked like oversized limes, Mrs. Cake fondled them and earned a light gasp from Green Forest. Dragging her tongue from the base of his twitching and increasingly erect dick, Mrs. Cake swirled her tongue around the tip, managing to get the cock presented to her completely erect before bringing her forehoof back to the ground as she opened her mouth. The tangy musk from the outdoors flooding her sinuses, Mrs. Cake’s nervousness was but a background noise. Still there a little, but steadily overshadowed by the mounting pleasure that came merely from embracing the smell and barely touching a real stallion’s cock. Just those senses fulfilled alone surpassed her use of the toys, and Mrs. Cake ignored the inevitably slippery slope that was presented with the revelation that she came to.

Slipping her mouth past the tip of Green Forest’s cock, Mrs. Cake remained sitting on her fat blue ass cheeks as she brought the tip of his dick to the back of her mouth without yet deepthroating. Keeping her teeth pulled back effectively enough, Mrs. Cake felt her own body heaving not from exhaustion, but from the overstimulation that she wasn’t the slightest bit prepared for. No toys could’ve prepared her for the real thing, no matter how many she tried or how long she used them regularly…the service she was providing this stallion was a feat of magic in of itself. So much so that she imagined writing it like a crass “friendship lesson” to Celestia, who probably had an even fatter ass than her. Keeping the dick in her mouth right where it was, contemplating on whether to pleasure herself during the act or not, she steadily slipped his dick out of her mouth until only the tip was still inside. Glancing down at the dick with the tip still in her mouth, Mrs. Cake noticed that it was a good seven inches and noticed it would be a bit more of a challenge.

“Ohhhh fuck, you’ve definitely done this before~” Green sounded almost as lust-drunk as she was just from getting part of his dick in her mouth, and the fact that she was pleasing him just as much spurred her on. The young hiker knew how old she was, the kind of mare she was to a basic extent, and he still wanted her. Even though she was in the cold walls of a gloryhole room, she felt like she was dancing on clouds from the thought. He. Wanted. Her.

Excitement bubbling up from the bottom of her chest to her smile around the tip of his cock, Mrs. Cake knew what she was about to do would bring her in for a real doozy, and the chubby blue MILF took a deep breath before taking his cock inside her mouth again. Getting more of him inside even past her throat with a little pressure, Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as she both gagged a little and felt her chin slap against the green stallion’s weighty balls. Feeling the fuzzy warmth yet firm fullness that came with little tanks holding so much seed that would either go down her throat or all over her body…nearly brought her over the edge. Slowly repeating the motion of taking out most of his length from her mouth and hilting it in her mouth again, Mrs. Cake started gently bobbing her head up and down his cock as she smelled the earthy musk of his length and heard the quiet yet deep grunts from Green Forest. Slapping her chin against his balls each time, she heard him quietly hissing out curse words from the overwhelming sloppy toppy she was providing him. Pulling out his entire cock from her mouth, Mrs. Cake decided to switch it up a little since she was already impressing him. Giving him a hoofjob with her left forehoof that was smooth enough due to the excess saliva that she left on his cock, Mrs. Cake then brought her lips to his balls and began sucking on one. Popping the ball in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, Mrs. Cake earned a deep moan from Green as she quickened the movement of her hoof going up and down on his erect and slickened cock.

“Fuck, I bet your snatch is tight,” Green grunted. “Working all f-fucking day and wanting cock, I bet you wish this dick was in your needy pussy don’t you?”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes flashed wide open, the sudden surge of dirty talk causing her dark blue pussy to clench at nothing as it leaned against the red carpet untouched. She then switched to the other ball and began sucking as she quickened the pace on her hoofjob, her loins getting hotter with much needed release as she felt each twitch from the dark green cock signifying the inevitable release of her client…

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” Green gasped, hilting himself into the gloryhole as he came. Ropes of warm white cum landed on Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks, her back, and even two shots landed on her mane and muzzle respectively. The chubby baker considered it to be her own special cream filling as a proper reward for a job well done, and licked the cum off her face that her tongue was able to reach. Still savoring the tangy earth pony musk that floated around in the air, Mrs. Cake also sampled the earthy yet deeply satisfying taste of the cum on her tongue. Watching as Green Forest pulled his dick out of the hole, Mrs. Cake heard a gasp come from the green stallion on the other side.

“Celestia damn,” Green breathed. “If you’re like this all day, you probably won’t even need to work that business of yours anymore.”

A cold pinprick of fear rolled through Mrs. Cake’s body, the chubby mare wondering just how he knew about her business, when she remembered that she had mentioned it in her description. Smiling and waiting till he left, she then saw a light brown cock slide through the gloryhole and knew who it was before the stallion said anything.

“I heard ya gave my buddy a really good time,” Grounded Earth spoke from the other side of the gloryhole room. “Said that even though you’re new, you clearly know what you’re doing as if you’ve done this multiple times before. He thought that you were some lonely boss babe hoofing it to dicks through a wall, but you’re not, are you? Something tells me you’ve got some loser coltfriend or husband at home, somepony who is taking your pretty self for granted…”

Mrs. Cake’s heart began to pound in her chest again as he hit closer home than she expected without figuring out who she was. Waiting for Earth to continue with bated breath and wide eyes, Mrs. Cake’s focus only came back to reality as she noticed a prominent twitch from the cock right in front of her. Much to her shock, Earth’s completely rock-hard cock ended up being about an inch shorter than his friend’s dick, but much thicker. Almost as much as the zebra dildo the chubby MILF had become familiar with, and his musk was stronger. Earthier and a bit saltier just from the smell alone, Mrs. Cake felt as though she hit the jackpot as she stretched out her muzzle to the brown stallion’s cock and started running her tongue over it, this time from the tip to the base as her nostrils were overpowered with the excessive musk that came from his furry balls. It was as dirty as it was delightful to the naughty mother, and Mrs. Cake had much less hesitation as she cupped the stallion’s balls with her eyes closed to savor the smell and touch of it all. With a buffet of smell for her muzzle once more, Mrs. Cake let go of Earth’s fat earth pony balls and brought her muzzle to it, popping a ball in her mouth and slathering it with her saliva. Granted, she was sucking on his balls much earlier than she did with the stallion, but found herself enjoying worshiping the cum tanks of strong and virile studs in a totally professional way. Getting much more subtle grunts from Grounded Earth along with the occasional growl, Mrs. Cake enjoyed the more raw dominance that came from Earth’s words as well as his thick cock.

“Why don’t you s-stop playing around and show me how you suck superior cock?” Earth hissed through gritted teeth, and Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyelashes with heart-eyes at the sight of stallion cock paired up with the overwhelming musk that was his bitchbreaker begging to be serviced. Taking to the stallion’s authoritative voice like a fish to water, Mrs. Cake briefly sucked the other ball before stopping altogether and bringing her lips properly to the tip of Earth’s cock. Opening her mouth and taking the tangy hiker dick’s tip into her mouth, Mrs. Cake happily hummed and created a vibration against the stallion’s junk, causing a surprised and long exhale to escape from his muzzle. Mrs. Cake could only imagine his starstruck expression from getting serviced by a very capable mare that did indeed have a loser husband at home, one that couldn’t appreciate her very clappable cheeks or her increasingly mind-blowing and load-blowing skills…

Certainly though, she was definitely giving the horny stallion a nice ol’ massage. Yup, definitely professional dirty talk for a very professional mare.

Slipping all of his thick cock into her mouth, Mrs. Cake swirled her tongue around the expected hints of sweat that layered his thicker length. Noticing that the vibrations did something for him, as well as remembering another trick she had from blowing her husband in the past, Mrs. Cake tried a combo that she hoped would work. Using her mouth to vibrate deeply into his length and then using her tongue to tease the tip directly, she got what she hoped for. Hearing Earth let out a long groan, precum rolled down her throat as she inhaled the smell of his balls that her face was smooshed against. After several seconds of the tip treatment, Mrs. Cake pulled most of the dick out of her mouth except for the tip. Keeping just the smallest fraction of his dick in her mouth, Mrs. Cake groaned herself at the situation she found herself in. The dirtiness of sucking another stallion’s dick regardless of the circumstances that made it okay in her eyes, was starting to get to her mind and body in the best way possible. Willingly letting herself be used as an object, and getting off a stallion who paid more attention to her in several minutes than her husband did in several months, was a liberating art in itself. Everything she could ever want in that moment lived in the twitching thick length she was sucking off, and with that thought firmly stamped in the chubby MILF’s mind, Mrs. Cake slammed her mouth back down fully on Earth’s hard cock before repeating the motion of pulling most of it out. Bouncing her own mouth up and down on his dick like his cum was her last meal, she heard a quiet “oh fuck” escape out of the stallion’s mouth as she lost herself in the motions. There was no more contemplating, no more buildup in her mind, only the blurry and overwhelmingly pleasurable pattern of moving back from his cock and slapping her muzzle against his balls with quickening speed that would’ve impressed Rainbow Dash even. The chubby mare knew she would’ve had to catch a quick breather and some water before tackling the rest of the hiking buddies, but Mrs. Cake was soon about to receive her reward.

“That’s it, yessss, take it you whore,” Earth snarled, and Mrs. Cake pulled her mouth out at the last second and gave him a few more strokes with her forehoof, earning a splat of heavy cum right between her eyes before she closed them and felt the ropes of his seed bathing her face and painting her chest. Suddenly without warning, Mrs. Cake felt the onslaught of her own orgasm hit her. With the only contact to her clit being the consistent rubbing she did against the carpet, Mrs. Cake threw her cum-soaked head back and let out a feminine howl, feeling marecum splooshing against the floor beneath her as her entire body trembled with the feeling of mindless bliss. The wonderful feeling that was nearly as good as the completely professional massage that Dusty gave her was mind-staggering, and Mrs. Cake hoped to feel the rewarding feeling of a job well done again and again with as many dicks as her pony mouth could manage…

Watching the chubby blue mare convulse and orgasm moments after getting a second cumshot all over her on the small TV Phoenix had placed on the glass counter, pointed towards her so that no one else could see Mrs. Cake’s identity, had spurred the big and powerful griffoness to start touching herself despite the customers present in the shop. After all, it was her sex toy shop that only allowed adults anyways, and if any customers didn’t like it…they could leave. There was no way the dark red griffoness wasn’t going to get off on the idea of earning more bits and watching a taken mare experiencing a bukkake for the first time. Even though, Phoenix admitted to herself with a blush that camouflaged with her dark red head feathers, the griffoness certainly hadn’t planned on touching herself. Subconsciously, it was sitting at the back of her mind as a growing desire, but she didn’t take it seriously until now. Having her fortunately trimmed talon rubbing circles on her maroon red clit in deliberate circles, Phoenix licked her beak as she heard Grounded Earth’s voice break the silence that followed the chubby mare’s orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Earth grunted as he slipped his cock out of the hole. “If you want a dicking in that needy pussy of yours too, I’ll be here for a while~”

Mrs. Cake didn’t say anything, and Phoenix didn’t expect her to. The griffoness had the idea that the blue mare was sticking to acts that she could reasonably get away with, and that made it all the hotter for the perverted shopkeeper. Watching through the TV that contained footage of both halves of the room, the griffoness watched as the earthy brown stallion trotted out of the room in the footage and opened the door that was across from her. With him eagerly chatting to the three other stallions waiting for their turn, none of the five had paid any mind to Phoenix rubbing one out. In fact, Phoenix saw one of the hiking buddies ignore Grounded Earth entirely as they swung open the door for a chance with Mrs. Cake…

After all five hiking buddies had left with their balls unloaded and wide smiles on their faces, with Phoenix having a considerable amount of cash in the register from the transaction, the griffoness watched the TV absentmindedly as her newest gloryhole mare was getting a good drink of water. Noticing that the earth pony didn’t touch any of the cleaning products was interesting to the griffoness to say the least. If Phoenix didn’t know any better, she would’ve guessed that the blue big-bootied mare liked the reeking yet intoxicating smell of the stallions’ musk. While Phoenix enjoyed touching herself to the show the mare put on with sucking off each and every one of the hiking buddies, she didn’t quite get herself off properly. The young adult stallions were decent at dirty talk, but nothing that particularly impressed her. She was waiting for some of her best regulars to possibly come in…

Stepping through the door almost with perfect timing, giving the sex shop mini earthquakes with each hoofstep he made inside, was a dark brown and long-furred yak that had light brown hair that covered his eyes. Still, he trudged over to the glass counter and stopped a healthy distance away from where Phoenix stood on her stool. Glancing up at her, the yak stuck a forehoof into his fur and pulled out a big bag of bits.

“Hey Rocco,” Phoenix chirped, her loins blazing and soaked against the stool as she grew ever more alive and physically charged at the realization that a barely experienced taken mare desperate for dick would get that in spades from her yak customer. The griffoness didn’t even try to tell Mrs. Cake about the yak toys she had in her shop during her first visit given that they were too absurdly thick and large for beginners, and magic spells for taking them in either the pussy or the ponut were highly recommended. However, spells wouldn’t be necessary for blowing yak dick, and the griffoness was confident that her blue-furred blower would have an idea of what to do. “Just don’t go destroying the wall this time, okay?”

“Rocco…don’t smash this time?” the yak thundered in his naturally deep voice.

“No, not this time, she’s new,” Phoenix explained, earning a brief nod from her yak regular as he lumbered over to the door underneath the gloryholes sign. Watching as the big horned stud nearly flung the door open without even trying, entering the room with the door closing behind him, Phoenix’s tail flickered eagerly from side to side as she looked to her TV to enjoy the show…

Mrs. Cake had placed the second empty water bottle on the ground, making sure to catch her breath as droplets of water dripped from her open mouth down to the carpet. Making sure all the hiker buddies’ cocks were sucked to finish, from Green Forest’s dark green one to the bright blue bitchbreaker that Mrs. Cake sucked off last, the MILF’s mind was spinning in her own lust. Easily the most pleasurable service she imagined doing for money, with the musky smell lingering on her body coaxing her to want more, Mrs. Cake decided to go for one more dick to suck before returning to her husband who was none the wiser, simply convinced that she was having another self-care day out of the bakery. Before Mrs. Cake could think deeper into if she was supposed to feel guilty about that realization, she shrieked as she heard the door on the other side of the gloryhole room slam closed. The gloryhole itself, which gave Mrs. Cake a glimpse of the other half of the room where stallions would come in, was blurred out by dark brown fur as she tried to figure out just what creature came in. With the way he made small vibrations with each movement he made towards the wall, Mrs. Cake knew he wasn’t a pony. Sensing that the big stud stopped moving, giving a sharp snort, the blue mare assumed he was reading the description and was affirmed by the mysterious musky male’s deep chuckle.

“Neglected pony lady,” the stud remarked softly, before speaking louder in his normal tone of voice. “No need to worry, yak show you cock beyond wildest dream. Prepare to be ruined, little pony~”

Mrs. Cake was processing her secret stud’s species in her brain when she saw the tip of the stud’s cock almost not fit through the hole. But just seeing it on the other side was massive, and after a few straining seconds, a dick that was over a foot long slipped through the gloryhole.

“Yak can’t fit balls through,” the stud commented. “Apologies.”

Mrs. Cake almost opened her mouth to speak and assure him that it was more than okay, before clamping her mouth closed as her nostrils were delightfully stimulated by the overpowering yak musk that wafted through the air in waves that made her pussy clench against the air with each wave that welcomed her nose. Just the yak’s musk alone nearly made her cum on the spot, Mrs. Cake unable to help but give a deep and long moan at the smell. Despite the amount of arousal hitting her loins all at once, Mrs. Cake’s eyes didn’t roll to the back of her head. Namely because she couldn’t take them off the big yak dick in front of her. Interestingly enough, the yak had a reddish brown dick that Mrs. Cake wondered was a common color for yak dicks. And the part that sent Mrs. Cake’s heart kicking back into nervous mode was the thickness of his length, almost certain that his bitchbreaker was thicker than her dragon dildo, and definitely sure that it was thicker than her foreleg. She didn’t even know if she could fit any of it in her mouth, let alone down her throat, but the amazingly profound dick begged to be praised. Begged to be serviced, and Mrs. Cake was not one to deny the most beautiful sight. More eye-opening than any length she had seen before, the chubby blue MILF couldn’t even fathom the possibility of taking something so big in her pussy or backdoor. But fortunately, since she was just a loyal wife using her tongue and hooves to massage the massive cock, Mrs. Cake didn’t have to worry about that.

Before the yak stud on the other side could remark on her lack of action, Mrs. Cake licked her own lips as she sat down and brought her left forehoof to the base, or at what she assumed was the base, of the yak’s dick. Stroking it as she then brought her right forehoof to the middle of his enormous dick, Mrs. Cake felt her pussy desperately throbbing at what she was about to do next. Using both of her forehooves to angle the tip of the yak’s dick to her muzzle, Mrs. Cake then opened her mouth around the tip with a little bit of effort to make sure her teeth didn’t touch it at all. The muscles of her mouth were slightly strained as she moved forward, using her forehooves as support as well as stroking off the yak’s dick. Feeling so utterly used by such a behemoth length was turning her on more by the second, as she successfully moved her mouth past the yak’s tip and continued bringing inch after inch into her mouth until it inevitably bumped at the back of her mouth. Deciding that trying to deepthroat him wouldn’t be the wisest idea, Mrs. Cake still had a plan in motion. Pulling her mouth back until only the tip was in her mouth, she then moved forward and nearly gagged at the sensation of the yak’s thick cock hitting the back of her mouth again. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, Mrs. Cake kept sucking off part of his dick and stroking the base with her left forehoof as she stopped using her right forehoof. Lifting herself up slightly to bring her right forehoof to her clit, Mrs. Cake furiously began rubbing herself off while impaling her mouth on the yak’s pillar. She felt, for her own increasingly wanton wants and for his sake of being serviced, she needed to worship this glorious beast that had been presented to her.

Moving her left forehoof up and down his delicious length that she was still savoring with her mouth, she briefly reminded herself that there was nothing wrong with masturbating while servicing a stud as a second income. After all, if she was reasonably able to, why shouldn’t she be able to reward herself for her hard work? Feeling the yak slowly thrusting into her mouth, the big and strong stud surprisingly considerate of her as to not deepthroat her with a dick too big, she began whining around the yak’s dick. The sensation of rubbing herself off on top of the earthy and powerful musk flooding her sinuses, having her mouth crammed and filled to the brim with yak cock, was beginning to undo her mind and bring her to the peak of pleasure. Fortunately due to her constant whorish vibrations around the yak’s length, she heard the yak on the other side giving a deep groan.

“Told you yak would give you amazing dick,” the yak grunted. “Prepare for seed, it's much bigger than pony cum.”

Phoenix’s loins were set ablaze as she moved two of her digits around her clit furiously as she growled and awaited Mrs. Cake and Rocco orgasming. With no customers to bother her this time, the dark red griffoness was nearing her own orgasm as well. Ogling the cheating blue mare’s ridiculously fat ass cheeks, so badly wanting to smack them and watch them ripple, on top of watching the motherly mare continue to rub one off as she vigorously rubbed the yak’s saliva-slickened pillar with her other forehoof, the griffoness was already excited to see her newest slutty client a third time. Already planning out different yet more intense sex toys for the deprived mare to try out, Phoenix imagined the fat-assed cheating mare railing herself on one dildo while deepthroating another. Tartarus, the desperate mare probably did that already with the zebra and griffon dildos. Feeling a predatory urge to further push the mare further into shameless degeneracy, Phoenix snarled as she felt lust clouding her vision. Watching Mrs. Cake close her eyes as she felt the first heavy spurt of yak cum land right between her eyes, before more pints of yak cum landed all over her body, the blue mare looked more like a glazed donut by the time she howled and came all over the carpet beneath her. While Phoenix knew it was a bitch to clean the carpets at the end of each day, it was definitely worth it just to have moments like that.

Yesssssssss, that’s it blue butt, fucking take his giant dick~

Feeling her body convulsing as stars danced in her vision, Phoenix growled as her orgasmic fluids squirted out from her circling talon. Panting for several minutes, Phoenix almost didn’t notice Rocco trotting towards the door. Before he did, the giant yak stud moved back to the glass counter and took out another bag of bits to place as further payment to the griffoness shopkeeper.

“Keep her,” Rocco insisted. “Hottest mare slut that’s ever blown me.”

And then he left.

Moments later, Phoenix saw the button on the floor flashing a bright red. Turning off the TV and putting it away, the griffoness jumped off the counter and locked the door to her shop before going to the gloryhole room to help clean Mrs. Cake up. Walking past two doors till she reached the cum-drenched blue mare panting with her eyes still rolled to the back of her head, Phoenix smirked at the deprived chubby pony.

“Enjoy yourself?” Phoenix asked.

Without a word, barely even aware of her surroundings, Mrs. Cake rapidly nodded her head.

Completely clean and smelling fresh and fruity, Mrs. Cake entered Sugarcube Corner with a dazed look and big smile as her husband behind the counter was the first one she saw. Focusing her gaze back on the yellow stallion that made her heart flutter, she saw as he walked out from behind the counter and trotted towards her with a small smile of his own.

“Hey honey!” Mr. Cake greeted his wife with a peck on the cheek, seeing her brighter than ever, even if she looked a little wiped out from the day’s events. “Famished perhaps? Maybe I could get you something to eat before we go to bed soon?”

“Oh, no thank you,” Mrs. Cake giggled, keeping her glistening wet pussy hidden behind her tail as she continued. “I just ate~”

Additional Characters: Spoiled Rich, Twilight Velvet, Cookie Crumbles, Posey Shy (Supporting Characters, not Clop Characters yet)
Contains ladies' night out at the nightclub, talk of species stereotypes, romantic connection, young adult stud on older MILF, Mrs. Cake finally getting fucked, making out, blowjobs, doggy style, inexperienced zebradom, surprise sex, exhibitionism, caving into desires, creampie, breeding fantasy, and an abrupt ending!

Mrs. Cake sat in the nightclub on one of the barstools, waiting for her drink, in the cool blue light that made up most of the atmosphere, only interrupted by the occasional flashing of bright neon colors when a particularly popular song came on. After talking herself into such a feat for a once prude mare at her age, the chubby blue MILF ended up wearing the black thigh high socks and collar that she bought as one of her outfits some time ago at Phoenix’s shop. Tight enough to feel it around her neck, but loose enough for her to move her head around comfortably, it was a choker collar with a heart connecting it in the middle. Something that she wouldn't have imagined doing by herself, even despite the totally professional services she had received and given, Mrs. Cake’s decision to go to said nightclub was inspired by a group of like-minded mares who were very similar to her…

Several days ago, Mrs. Cake hung out at a lovely café that was run by a bunch of hippogriffs with relaxing cool brown walls and many eagerly chatting groups that set the atmosphere that the chubby MILF wasn’t used to. With running a business only to either take care of her family or hilt toys in her free time, save for the massages she had received and given, the café was a nice change of pace for the mare to relax. Surrounding her were several different moms of Ponyville plus an honorary member from Canterlot. There was Twilight Velvet, Posey Shy, Spoiled Rich, and Cookie Crumbles all at different spots at the big circular table. While the married mothers all had fat asses, none of their butts were quite as big as Mrs. Cake’s big blue cake. They had been talking about how it has been raising their foals, any discourse or lack of it in their marriages, and Mrs. Cake took the time to analyze each of her friends’ faces as they spoke of their husbands. Posey Shy, very much like her daughter, seemed to be the only one completely unsuspicious as she cooed over her husband’s newest additions to his cloud collection. Meanwhile, Twilight Velvet and Cookie Crumbles sweated and changed the subject when the conversation shifted further into bedroom affairs. However, Spoiled Rich was the one to surprise Mrs. Cake when she scoffed and rolled her eyes before speaking up.

“Well, Filthy is out on another one of his business trips and just adding more days to the long period of time he hasn’t stuffed his cock into my cunt,” Spoiled scoffed, earning jaw drops from all of her friends around at the table before she shook her head. “What? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m quite bored of waiting for him. I like to think that I’m too attractive of a mare to just not be getting dick. Why, it's practically a crime!”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes shot wide open, noticing that her friend’s statement was practically dripping with its messy implications. Was Spoiled Rich really taking such emptiness in her own marriage into her own hooves? Would her husband find out and forgive her? Before she could think too much about the level of sympathy she surprisingly felt for the stuck-up mother, Spoiled Rich smiled for the first time since she walked into the cafe.

“Please forgive me, I normally save such a level of complaining for the school board meetings,” Spoiled chuckled. “Perhaps you ladies are right, I really do need to unwind. I thought my nightclub days were over the day I married that dumb stallion, but perhaps we should go? All five of us? Last time I checked, it's not against marriage or motherhood to have a few drinks and dance.”

“The nightclub?” Posey’s eyes widened as if Spoiled had suggested they go to a meat factory in Griffonstone, blushing through her pale yellow fur.

“I’ve been to the club twice during my college days,” Twilight Velvet remarked, before turning to look at Cookie Crumbles next to her. “Have you ever been to one?”

“A few times usually with friends,” Cookie responded with a gentle smile. “It’s super fun to be at the club with mares you know. Don’t have to worry about creeps if I’ve got my friends with me.”

“That is true…” Posey’s shoulders relaxed at the observation, before glancing at Mrs. Cake. “What about you, Cup? You’ve been awfully quiet for a change, have you been to a club before?”

“Not really?” Mrs. Cake squeaked, blushing through her blue fur as she watched Twilight Velvet, Cookie, and Spoiled’s eyes all light up with interest as they grinned at her. “What?”

“Oh my Celestia, we’ve got to go then!” Twilight Velvet insisted, placing a hoof on Posey’s shoulder as she continued. “We know that the nightclub scene isn’t really Posey’s style, but I think you’d love it, Cup Cake. You’d go to the club with us too, right Posey?”

“Well, Cookie made a good point about us being together as a group,” Posey nodded, even her eyes bright as her ears flickered with confidence in her decision. “Yes, that sounds quite lovely.”

“Well that decides it, doesn’t it?” Spoiled smirked at the rest of her friends before glancing at Mrs. Cake. “Well, Cup Cake? Don’t tell me you’re going to be too busy with your bakery. That place will wear you down to pieces if you don’t allow yourself to get out more. You’re a mare with feelings, not a money-making machine. C’mon, you should absolutely come with us.”

Part of Spoiled Rich’s statement hit too close to home, and Mrs. Cake winced as she imagined the alternative. Working a bakery, while it sparked her cutie mark-given passion most of the time, would kill her if she just kept at the grind with a lackluster husband and missing out on fun with her friends. There was a profound longing in her heart that was tugged with the excitement in her friends’ eyes, along with Spoiled’s unexpectedly soft words. Even though the normally snippy mare was the hardest one to be friends with, Spoiled Rich really could be thoughtful when she really wanted to. Mrs. Cake smiled wider as she noticed all four of her friends waiting for her response with bated breath.

“Suppose it couldn’t hurt to try it out and let loose a bit,” Mrs. Cake caved, and all her friends save for Posey Shy loudly cheered and hoof-bumped in anticipation for their upcoming ladies’ night. Posey Shy simply grinned wider at Mrs. Cake and mouthed the words ‘thank you.’ If nothing else, Mrs. Cake would feel good from making sure the shy mother wasn’t alone in her first-time experience.

And, as she kept blushing to the obliviousness of her friends, Mrs. Cake contemplated if the nightclub they ended up picking also had gloryholes or something else to indulge her “crazy” side while still remaining true to her husband…

“Here you go, ma’am,” the bartender placed a vividly bright pink cocktail drink with a sugary rim in front of the chubby blue mare, who promptly thanked the employee even though he was serving somepony else before she had the chance to open her mouth. Taking the drink in one forehoof as she got up and began walking towards the other side of the nightclub where her friends’ table was at, she saw somepony different out of the corner of her eye. Namely, one of the striped variety. The zebra stallion was smaller than the zebra studs that Mrs. Cake had imagined, sitting alone at a big booth table, clearly appearing barely old enough to drink alcohol as his wide blue eyes stared quietly at his own partially consumed drink. His muzzle twitching as if he was contemplating whether or not anypony would see him burst into tears, Mrs. Cake felt her heart hurting for him. The last place the young stud should feel sad is a club with dancing and music, so Mrs. Cake trotted towards him with her drink still in her hoof. Placing her drink on the zebra’s table and sitting on the long booth seat a small distance away from him, Mrs. Cake tilted her head.

“Is everything okay? You seem pretty upset,” Mrs. Cake broke through any illusion of small talk, and the young zebra stallion took his eyes off his drink, gasping both at the realization that somepony had come up to talk to him, and who was talking to him. Her beautiful blue fur, contrasting with the sweet crimson colors of her mane and tail, already had his heart fluttering. But what his loins paid attention to, as he briefly glanced down quick enough for her to not really notice, was the absurdly fat ass that she had. The cupcake cutie marks on her flanks made her look strikingly adorable to the zebra on top of looking smoking hot, and the sight that the zebra stud didn’t know he needed was causing his head to spin with increasing interest in talking to the considerable mare. Normally not one for opening up about such topics, her bright pink eyes compelled him to answer her. Taking a deep breath, the zebra stud opened his mouth.

“I’ve been having mare troubles,” the zebra admitted. “There have been so many bulky and strong zebra studs that breed mares into incoherent messes, that it has become the expectation for ponies all around Equestria. Not only am I not muscular, but I am relatively inexperienced. Being rough and degrading, striping mares and making them submissive to me 24/7…just isn’t natural for me. I want a mare to treat as my equal, because she is beautiful and deserves as much. But it's just not what mares usually want when they seek me out.”

Mrs. Cake blushed at her own guilty internal admission of imagining all zebras as powerful breeding machines, and opted not to mention that as she placed a hoof on the zebra stud’s shoulder. Right when she was about to speak, the zebra winced and shook his head.

“Oh Zebrica, where are my manners?” The zebra properly turned to her, his ears flickering as he smiled at the chubby mare with a unique smile that shone brighter than any expression Mrs. Cake had seen on a stallion looking at her. She was completely taken by the way he saw her with his bright blue eyes and forehoof stretched out as he grinned with his pearly white teeth with the flashing neon lights dancing around them. “My name is Raza, by the way. What is your name?”

“Cup Cake,” Mrs. Cake grinned as she took her hoof off Raza’s shoulder to properly shake his hoof briefly before properly responding and inching a little closer to him. “Well, I can definitely see why that would be frustrating to you. I’m sure you have a lovely personality that is being overlooked. Why, you already come off as quite charming to me.”

The subtle movement closer to him that most wouldn’t have noticed, paired with the unexpected complement, got Raza’s heart racing from the jump. Already just from speaking to him, she understood the roots of his plight with mares, and perhaps even saw him as more than just a zebra. Taking a bit of a chance, to subtly hit on her on top of getting to know her a little better, Raza took a deep breath to steady his nerves and respond.

“I really appreciate that you already think that,” Raza chuckled. “Say, hopefully you don’t mind where my eyes were, but I couldn’t help but notice that you have perfectly pink cupcakes on your body. Do you run a candy shop or something?”

“Oh, I come from Ponyville and it's a bakery called Sugarcube Corner!” Mrs. Cake beamed as she imagined the building that was her passion and livelihood as she flicked her crimson tail back and forth in her side of the seat, inadvertently swatting Raza’s thighs a couple of times. Raza grinned, inching a little bit closer as he leaned in a little and watched the lovely mare in her glorious chubbiness and delectable curves as she took a swig of her drink and continued. “Me and my husband run the place whenever we’re not taking care of our foals!”

Raza felt a gut punch at the sudden realization dawning upon him, of course she was married. All the sweet mares were from his past interactions, so the young zebra stud didn’t understand how he couldn’t have known better. Not daring to move closer to her another time, Raza’s smile faltered a little as he tried to listen to her. Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake paused as she noticed his expression change. Was the young stud interested in her? Surely it was just a neon light passing by his face, and his smile only faltered in her head. Opting not to say anything, Mrs. Cake giggled as she glanced at the area in which she and her friends came.

“That’s why me and the other ladies came here tonight, to get away from our husbands,” Mrs. Cake continued laughing before pressing a forehoof to her mouth briefly. “Oh dear! That sounds kinda rude when I say it like that. They’re all, for the most part, stand-up stallions. It’s just the repetition of working ourselves to the ground with jobs and families would drive us nuts without nights like this every once in a while.”

Raza felt a longing in his heart to correct her, to tell her that such a resignation to a lacking home life isn’t normal and that she could actually have a stallion who gave her a life that she adored on a regular basis, a stallion that didn’t make her feel like she had to go off to the club to get away from him. But Mrs. Cake barely skipped a beat before finishing what she had to say.

“But I mean, look at me,” Mrs. Cake chuckled, lifting her sock-covered forelegs and showing off her outfit. “I’m really just an older mare trying to look young and hip at the end of the day, and sometimes it works and I…feel better.”

“You cannot possibly be serious with that point,” Raza’s eyes widened as his reservations broke from the absurdly untrue statement, even he felt hurt just from hearing such a mare believe something like that about herself. Pressing a hoof to his chest, Raza continued. “Not only are you not rude like you said you were, but you are the nicest mare I’ve had to meet here in Equestria. You actually cared about me without wanting anything in return, and you are way too sweet and beautiful to be okay with the repetition of a life that would ‘drive you nuts’ instead of lift you up. I wouldn’t even have known you were an older mother if you hadn’t said anything, you’re so much more sexy than-mmph!”

Mrs. Cake’s composure shattered as she lunged forward and closed the very small distance between the two as she firmly pressed her lips against Raza’s lips. With each moment that the zebra stud had sung praises of her, her heart was racing and she had somehow felt more uplifted in those short few minutes by his words than the entire span of her own marriage. And then when he had pointed out how striking her appearance was to him, that was the final straw for her. The hint of tipsiness in her system from the healthy swig she took didn’t help, and she just felt a bubbly want for the generosity he had to offer. And with Raza kissing back with eagerness, a fountain of formerly repressed want and pained rejections, neither were in any type of mood to hold back. Slipping her tongue into his mouth first, Mrs. Cake happily hummed as she felt him quick to return the gesture with his own tongue. What the zebra stud self-admittedly lacked in brute strength, he more than made up for in his inexperienced and pent up eagerness to show the older mare how much he desired her. That fact spurred Mrs. Cake more than anything else, even causing her to be a little forward as she placed her forehooves on his shoulders to take control of the kiss before the zebra stud whimpered a little into the lip-lock. Separating from the makeout session to both breathe and figure out what was wrong, Raza blushed through his white fur and black stripes as he glanced down underneath the table.

“I swear that’s not something it normally does,” Raza chuckled as he averted his gaze from Mrs. Cake. The chubby blue mare had no idea what in Equestria he was talking about until one of the flashing lights landed on his dark and erect length that she wouldn’t have noticed otherwise. The same color as his stripes, Raza’s erect and above average dick would’ve camouflaged underneath the table if it weren’t for the stray light that brought the issue…to light, so to speak. Seeing it briefly bob with a hint of precum glistening from the tip before the light moved off his hard dick, Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as if she was in a candy shop. She had initially started the interaction to lift the zebra stud’s spirits, try to show her immense appreciation through her brief amount of affection, and now he was far more worked up than before she had even talked to him. Seeing him in such a pent up state spurred her on to act, and she told herself it had absolutely nothing to do with the growing dampness in her seat as she anticipated smelling the musk of a stallion once more.

Stretching out on the booth seat so that her fat hindquarters were facing the direction of the bar across from them, Mrs. Cake lowered her head underneath the table and brought her muzzle to Raza’s hard cock as she heard a small gasp from the zebra stud. She didn’t blame him, just as surprised with herself. She couldn’t fathom doing something like this, even if her intent was to make the young zebra feel like a proper stallion, but any sort of worry went out the door as she whiffed his musk. Having never smelled the authentic scent of a zebra stallion before, Mrs. Cake couldn’t help but moan at the bouquet of tangy yet slightly earthy musk. The vivid and fresh memory of practicing her technique at the gloryhole room unfolded in the horny mare’s mind, causing Mrs. Cake to bring her muzzle to the base of the zebra’s cock as she opened her mouth and popped one of his balls inside. Closing her eyes and embracing the savory experience, she was further encouraged by the gentle feeling of Raza’s forehoof on her crimson mane. He had her right where he wanted her, even if he was relatively innocent and kind, and such got Mrs. Cake further aroused as she raised her hindlegs up so that she could move her foreleg underneath her own body and bring her hoof to her own clit. His musk was a scent that she had never had the pleasure of smelling on a dick, and his words repeated in her head like a mantra as she progressively felt more validated and wanted by the younger stud. Moaning needily around the zebra’s balls, Mrs. Cake no longer was interested in savoring the moment and more into indulging on what she had denied herself for too long. Lifting her mouth off Raza’s balls and plunging her snout down on the zebra’s entire dick, she engulfed his length in her warm and wet mouth as she smacked her muzzle against his balls from hilting him.

“Ohhh fuck,” Raza gasped a little louder than his previous gasp, unable to stop himself from the small buck of his hips he gave from the initial surprise. He couldn’t have known that the chubby MILF wasn’t pornstar tier when it came to blowjobs, with his little amount of experience, but as far as he was concerned, just the feeling alone of Mrs. Cake bobbing her mouth up and down on him made her the blowjob queen. The sight of Mrs. Cake’s lust-filled heart eyes glancing up at him, while she only had the tip of his dick in her mouth, before her eyes rolled to the back of her head from slamming herself back down on his dick, confirmed to Raza that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Hearing the faint glk glk glk of her sucking him off, while hearing the sticky sound of her using her forehoof to rub herself from the debased act, did him in entirely.

“I’m gonna…” Raza hissed through gritted teeth as he gave several more sharper bucks of his hips as he was at the mercy of a far more experienced mare, hilting himself in her mouth as he released shot after shot of his pent up load deep inside her throat and into her awaiting stomach. Mrs. Cake, while not yet at her orgasm, still eagerly swallowed everything he had to offer until she didn’t feel any more cum enter her throat. Slipping his softening cock out of her mouth with a satisfied sigh despite her still pent up loins, Mrs. Cake stopped hoofing herself off entirely as she gathered her bearings. Panting with a string of cum still on her lips, Mrs. Cake slowly felt the arousal overshadowed by a cold feeling of horror in her chest.

Oh sweet Celestia, I just blew a stallion in public. I just blew a stallion in the same building my friends are in. They definitely must be watching me! Ready to tell my employees and worse yet, my husband! I’m almost too scared to check, but I need to!

Standing up on the seat on all fours and looking frantically over her shoulder, she only saw a few strangers who were clearly watching in their stools, quickly looking away from the scene with deep blushes on their faces. Only a couple of the spectators blatantly smirked at her and didn’t look away as they pleasured themselves. And the vast majority of everypony else she saw at the bar were either involved in their own conversations or looking in the direction of the area her friends were sitting at, clearly invested in whatever commotion was going on over there. Vaguely interested in what was going on as she had her forelegs on the table and her pussy and ponut slightly pointed in the direction of the zebra she had just blown, she was unaware of what it was doing to Raza.

Seeing her drooling cunt and the heavy blush on her face, watching her ass gently sway back and forth, the invitation was obvious to Raza and his steadily hardening dick. He may not have been the dominant stud pony mares would expect, but he definitely had the energy to rut her. Scrambling up to his hooves and climbing onto her back, Raza properly mounted her and waited for a few moments to gauge if she was genuinely opposed to what he was about to do. Gasping at the feeling of Raza climbing atop of her in the public scene of their table, Mrs. Cake felt her heart pounding heavily in her chest.

It’s not like he’s holding you down! If you don’t want him to fuck you, you’re a strong earth pony! You can easily kick him off if-

Then, with a rush of pleasure coursing through her, Mrs. Cake felt the young zebra stud’s dick hilt her with one sudden motion that surprised her in all the right ways. Any sort of hesitation that naturally came with her standing as a married mare with friends present began melting away as Raza began to pull out most of his cock only to slam it back inside her. She felt his heavy balls, already pent up for a second orgasm, slap against her aroused clit as she glanced at her surroundings again. Several of the creatures that were watching bashfully began to glance curiously at one another, clearly inspired by the sight of two presumed strangers getting it on. Watching as some of them began to service each other, with even one mare who laid out on the bar to get fucked by a stud that was sitting right next to her, Mrs. Cake was less fearful and more comforted by the sight. Mrs. Cake was affirmed, now certain that what she was willingly engaged in was normal to want and she wasn’t being an evil deviant…she was a mare with needs.

Getting lost in the sensation as her eyes rolled to the back of her head once more, her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she slammed her ridiculously fat MILF cheeks back into Raza’s thrusts. Hearing a small grunt coming from the young zebra as he felt the impact of her ass colliding into him, Mrs. Cake then felt Raza’s forehooves grip on her shoulders tighter as he began bucking into her like a virgin stallion. Guessing that from what he said, he had at least one tryst with a mare, so he wasn’t without experience. But he was definitely new enough to it all for their night of passion to forever stick in his mind no matter what he did with his life after. And with a long dry spell from any sexual activity with another being save for her husband’s lackluster attempt at bringing sex back into their lives, Mrs. Cake couldn’t care less about how much experience he did or didn’t have as she moaned freely in the nightclub, rivaling the loud music that played throughout their moment of passion. There was one part of their sex that was louder than both the moaning and the music, and that was the powerful slapping of their bodies as they caved into their animalistic instincts. With the steadily louder PLAP PLAP PLAP that inspired others in the club to do the same, Raza’s decently built legs slammed into Mrs. Cake’s fat rear as he hilted her pussy as best he could with each thrust. His balls swinging up and hitting Mrs. Cake right on the clit, and bringing her closer to her orgasm from both simulations. With perfect timing, Raza was grunting more and more, while Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs were trembling on the booth seat from her incoming orgasm.

“Ahn, ah, ah! YES, BREED ME YOU STUD!” Mrs. Cake howled at the top of her lungs, no longer caring if any of her friends heard at that very moment. Even if it was only for a few seconds, the chubby blue baker was completely fed up with living a lie. She deserved to feel sexy and wanted, and the thrill of both Raza getting close and having multiple spectators witness how desired she was did her in. Just as she was moments from cumming, Raza let out a long moan as he hilted himself inside her before bringing his teeth to her neck fur and sinking into it, biting her neck firmly but not painfully as he unloaded his hot seed directly inside her as she begged for. Feeling the forbidden sensation of a zebra stud that wasn’t her husband directly creampie into her with little regard for the consequences, Mrs. Cake let out a loud feminine moan as she came all over the young stud. Marecum squirted all over the stud’s dark length as her pussy clenched down on his stiff dick. Allowing him to finish unloading himself inside of her, Mrs. Cake was basking in the glorious post-orgasm haze that was only magnified by how long she had spent without the proper touch of a stallion lover. Glancing over at Raza over her shoulder as her eyes were slightly unfocused and she was happily panting, she saw that Raza was panting a little as well. Her ears flickering, she leaned back and pressed her lips against Raza’s lips as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth again. Her heart set ablaze just like her loins, she felt the youth of her spirit freely embracing the moment, feeling like a bird freed from her cage as she stopped in her painful delusions-

“FUCK YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!” a voice screamed, and with a jarring realization, Mrs. Cake pulled out of the kiss as she recognized Spoiled Rich’s powerful voice in all of its fiery anger. Jumping off the table with Raza’s dick slipping out of her creampied pussy, Mrs. Cake covered her filled hole with her crimson tail as she rushed back towards the entrance to see her friends all glaring at who Mrs. Cake assumed was the owner standing with two security stallions.

“Sorry ma’am, but some of you were causing a disruption,” the owner shook his head, pointing a hoof at Twilight Velvet. “Stealing drinks from other creatures’ tables? Sorry, but we’re a business, not a charity.”

Twilight Velvet was drinking from other tables?

Then, Mrs. Cake saw the owner’s firm eyes shift to the blue mare as he recognized her as part of the group without saying anything.

“I didn’t…I just thought…that they had left and didn’t finish their drinks,” Velvet halfheartedly whined, pawing the ground with one forehoof, to which Spoiled Rich placed a hoof on the gray mare’s shoulder before glaring at the owner and security.

“You all are going to have to leave,” the owner asserted as he gestured his head towards the security guards.

“No need, we’ll see ourselves out,” Spoiled huffed. “C’mon ladies.”

Mrs. Cake didn’t need to be asked twice, happily galloping after her friends out of the building and into the cool night air of the outside, realizing that the prolonged commotion that Twilight Velvet had caused saved her tail. She’d have to find a way to thank her friend without tipping off to Velvet why Mrs. Cake was grateful to her in the future. Ignoring the growing discomfort building in her chest from what she had just done, the chubby blue mare’s priority was getting out of the nightclub and never coming back.

Watching the whole scene from a safe distance away, Raza stared wide-eyed at the group including the wonderful Cup Cake being kicked out. He unfortunately didn’t know the others well enough to keep them from getting booted, and mentally scolded himself for not trying to intervene in order to at least keep the lovely blue mare from getting thrown out with them. Now, he didn’t even know if or how he would ever see her again.

Unless, Raza thought with a skip of his heartbeat and a growing smile as he remembered a key detail.

Sugarcube Corner, she mentioned?

Additional Characters: Mr. Cake
Contains contemplating/slight fantasizing about past cheating, brief guilt/anxiety, justifying of said past cheating, bad sex with quick and fake orgasms, and an ending promising more cheating to cum!

“AH!” Mrs. Cake shrieked as she woke up in the bed by herself in a cold sweat, the fear only doubled by the lack of her husband in their bed. Did somebody from the nightclub tip him off somehow? Was he already filing the divorce papers? Not even bothering to fix her unkempt mane, Mrs. Cake rushed out of the room and galloped down the stairs like a group of timberwolves were after her, bolting into the kitchen and staring into Mr. Cake’s wide eyes on the other side of the counter.

“Honey, you alright?” Mr. Cake tilted his head with a small frown. “Is there an emergency? Oh! You were wondering where the twins are, right? Pinkie has them at the castle, and Sugar Belle is off on a delivery order. Was that what the problem was?”

“Um, y-yes!” Mrs. Cake gasped, feeling even more seething frustration at herself for not even thinking to ask where her own children were. “Sweetheart, did you need any help back here? I had a really bad dream, and I might just hang out at the counter and cool off.”

“Yeah, of course,” Mr. Cake nodded. “Is there anything else I can do at all?”

“No, that’s okay,” Mrs. Cake turned her tail to her husband as she was already out the door. “Thank you for thinking of me, hun.”

Feeling a twist in her heart from not having done the same for him, nor her family in general, Mrs. Cake felt her chest tightening as she walked behind the counter and waited for customers to show up with the same thought piercing her brain in all of its ugly truth.

I can’t believe I cheated on my husband last night! And in public no less! At least with toys it was just by myself, and Dusty was giving me a paid massage…and with the gloryhole, at least I wasn’t actually fucking anypony and I was earning a profit through oral massages! But having that moment of passion with that young zebra was just cheating plain and simple! There’s no other way of looking at what I did. I didn’t need to make out or blow Raza to lift his confidence, that was purely for me and my desires. And I gave my body fully to somepony that wasn’t my husband. How am I supposed to go on with this having broken my vows?!

With the morning steadily going by, customers coming in and out of Sugarcube Corner without the establishment getting too busy, Mrs. Cake tried her damned best to ignore the gnawing feeling of shame and guilt that came with each time a customer looked her in the eyes and placed an order. She swore that with each look they gave, no matter how absentminded or intense it was, that they knew what she did last night. The fact that her fellow mothers gave no indication that they even heard Mrs. Cake do anything mattered little. And the only relief that Mrs. Cake had from her barely restrained panic attack was when Pinkie walked back inside Sugarcube Corner in the early afternoon humming a happy tune as she had the Cake twins on her back. Mrs. Cake’s heart blossomed from seeing her foals, her pride and joy despite her decisions, as she rushed out from behind the counter and to them. Picking them up and placing them on her back, Mrs. Cake turned her head over her shoulder to coo at them and make foalish noises back at them as they squealed with delight.

“Were they alright at the castle?” Mrs. Cake turned to Pinkie, who had quietly stood there the whole time with a big smile and a twitching tail.

“Oh absolutely!” Pinkie nodded her head faster than Mrs. Cake could keep up, and the chubby blue mare felt a little better knowing that her foals weren’t affected by her absence. “And they’re all fed and cleaned, so don’t worry about that.”

“You’re too kind, Pinkie,” Mrs. Cake grinned. “Do you think you could take over the counter while I spend some time with them and make sure Mr. Cake and Sugar Belle are good?”

“Yupporoni!” Pinkie bounced over the counter and took her place with a mock salute and a wink in Mrs. Cake’s direction, allowing the chubby blue mare to take her foals to the kitchen where Sugar Belle was stirring batter in a bowl and Mr. Cake was checking a tray of cupcakes in the oven. As soon as the yellow stallion closed the oven and looked over his shoulder, his eyes lit up at seeing his own foals on top of their mother’s back. Trotting up to them, Mr. Cake cooed and kissed the foreheads of his foals before kissing his wife’s forehead.

“Glad we could all be together, work has been so busy,” Mr. Cake chuckled. “Did you want to keep an eye on the oven while I get them settled in the playpen?”

“Yeah, of course,” Mrs. Cake didn’t protest, not when staring at the oven actually gave her a chance to properly contemplate what her decision meant for the family she was currently with. Turning sideways so that her husband would pick up their foals and take them to the playpen in the corner of the kitchen safe from any sharp utensils, Mrs. Cake waited till he did so before trotting to the oven and taking a deep breath to slightly alleviate her nerves from the growing fear that she may have just destroyed everything.

This would be so much easier if I was purely staying with him for the business and our foals, but by Celestia, I still love him! It’s clear by the warmth in my heart when I look into his eyes, but then again, how could a mare in love with her husband do what she did? What else is she supposed to do when said husband isn’t physically capable of satisfying her sexual needs? Does that even make her a bad mare when she exhausted every option to meet her needs without cheating first?

The last thought flicked a switch inside her brain, and her guilt steadily flowed away as she followed that thought further.

Would it be better to just stay faithful and let the resentment blow up, causing a messy divorce where we fight for custody of the foals? Or should I just love him the best I can, and get my sexual needs fulfilled elsewhere in order to best take care of my family and husband? There are open marriages, but that would require me to be honest about the fact that I’ve started without him! And the likelihood that he would even agree to it is slim to none, with the chance of Carrot Cake being angry instead being way more likely! Just taking matters into my own hooves is way more responsible, and leaves my business and family intact.

That line of thinking really should’ve made any normal mare hurt and resigned to seeking elsewhere in a relationship that shouldn’t be that way. But instead, Mrs. Cake smirked at the oven as her tail swayed back and forth without a care in the world. The plan that was steadily moving into motion only made Mrs. Cake’s anxiety went away as she realized that she wouldn’t have to snap at her husband over their bedroom life again. She could run her business without stress plaguing her, and better yet, properly take care of her family…

Throughout the rest of the day from the bright afternoon to the end of the night, Mrs. Cake felt a 180 in her mind, body, and soul. She happily greeted each new customer with an extra pep in her voice, even threw in extra treats in the bags of new customers and regulars, and generally asked about how their days were. When they inevitably asked the chubby blue business owner how she was doing, Mrs. Cake would tell them that she was doing fantastic and simply leave it at that. Although the once forbidden thought crossed her mind of how customers would react if she cheerfully told them that she got railed by a zebra out of wedlock the night before. She giggled to herself as she imagined their gobsmacked faces, opening the door and putting the Closed sign over the door handle before closing the door and locking it for the night. Feeling a familiar hot breath near her ear, Mrs. Cake smiled as she looked to her husband right behind her. While her heart still skipped a beat at her husband’s gentle green eyes, any semblance of sexual attraction was but a dwindling flame. She need not worry about being dry as a desert, knowing that the sexual fantasies she now had to work with would keep her wet enough to happily act as the dutiful wife.

“Perhaps you could use another sexy session with me?” Mr. Cake smirked, giving a wink that lasted a second too long. To which Mrs. Cake managed to maintain her smile while still rolling her eyes a little. Even his way of initiating stuff for carnal affairs was flatout embarrassing at best, and Mrs. Cake was becoming more certain that her interest in him was more of his personality than anything else, as much as most ponies would gawk at the mean thought if she dared spoke it aloud. He had a heart of gold, but the lanky stallion barely had the strength or youth to move stuff around in the bakery, let alone to try and fuck her half as hard as Raza did the night before. Shrugging and blowing a kiss, Mrs. Cake trotted up the stairs and into their bedroom, leaving the bedroom door open as she jumped on the bed and chose not to wear anything special. She probably would again on very rare occasion to not raise suspicion, but with her lack of interest in impressing her husband, Mrs. Cake simply laid on her back like last time and swished her tail back and forth.

With Mr. Cake entering the room moments after, shutting the door behind him, he smirked as he had already started jerking himself off to get hard. Slowly walking towards the bed, Mr. Cake narrowed his eyes with a deep smile as Mrs. Cake assumed he was trying to give her bedroom eyes.

“I am going to rut you nice and good,” Mr. Cake assured her as he let go of his fully hard dick and approached the foot of the bed, to which Mrs. Cake felt a tiny twinge of annoyance in sharp contrast to the brazen fury she felt when they were in a nearly identical situation several weeks ago. Pushing the feeling down with reassurance that this wasn’t her entire sex life, Mrs. Cake managed a moan as Mr. Cake stood over her and sunk his length inside. The realization that her husband was sticking his dick inside the exact same spot Raza was plowing away not 24 hours ago, actually made Mrs. Cake more than wet enough to comfortably take his pathetic dick. Biting her lip and blushing as she remembered the way that Raza had looked at her, Mr. Cake proceeded to pull out most of his length before slamming it back in with a chuckle. Giving a few more thrusts, her husband gained a hint of bravado.

“Oh, already getting excited?” Mr. Cake looked smug, and Mrs. Cake didn’t even bother to correct him in any sort of way. “Well there’s more where that came from-oh shit.”

Feeling a sudden surge of hot seed flowing inside her, not failing to notice that her husband’s load didn’t even amount to half the amount that Raza had for her in the creampie he delivered to her needy MILF cunt the night before, Mrs. Cake restrained herself from full on laughing at her husband as she came up with a clever plan. Rolling her eyes to the back of her head and purposefully clenching her vaginal walls down on Mr. Cake’s softening cock, the chubby blue mare gave a theatrical moan before relaxing her body and closing her eyes.

“Oh thank Celestia,” Mr. Cake chuckled, and Mrs. Cake cracked one eye open as she looked at him. “I really didn’t expect to cum right then and there, but I’m glad I could get you off as well. Shall we go to bed?”

Mrs. Cake nodded her head as she jumped off the bed to get underneath the covers, with her husband following in her hoofsteps. The slightly dirty bedsheets could wait till tomorrow morning, as Mrs. Cake brought her relaxing mind to taking more time off from the business and giving herself quality time. Namely, stopping by a certain massage parlor and scheduling another appointment…

Contains griffondom, massage sex, teatjob, lots of ponut pounding with lube and preparation, definitely a huge emphasis on the ponut/crotchteats fetish (y'all know me at this point), messy sex with lots of marecum, dirty talk, cartoonishly loud griffon orgasms, and the most devious act of all...exchanging contact information! How scandalous!

No, there's no actual donut deliveries...its a metaphor XD

Humming to himself as he bobbed his head side to side from the music he was creating in his own mind, a certain gray griffon masseur threw a lengthy sheet over the massage table as he was preparing for his next client. The receptionist had informed him that there was one that was ready whenever he was, and so Dusty made sure the area looked cleaner than a whistle. As he made sure he was well stocked on massage oils and clean cloths, the door opened and the receptionist poked her head through.

“Hey, I almost forgot to tell you since I didn’t think it was that important,” the receptionist admitted. “But this mare was a client with you last time, and asked specifically for you. So please do exactly what you did last time, especially with a mare that’s the owner of Sugarcube Corner. Having that connection will make the owner super happy! Thanks!”

Closing the door before Dusty could properly respond, his eyes widened and his beak dropped at the sheer shock that came from the additional context for who his next client was. He was just able to put aside the mounting anxiety that came from his impulsive time with Mrs. Cake, having questioned back and forth whether he had imagined the blue mare reciprocating and genuinely believing at times that he had taken advantage of his client and had assaulted her. Even the first few days following the incident, he was certain she would’ve returned to his place of work with the Royal Guard! But if she truly hated the experience, why come back then? Surely she was more receptive than he was led to assume? Regardless, he resolved to just commit to giving the deliciously thick MILF a regular massage despite his deeper desires. Walking out of his massage room and into the lobby, he saw Mrs. Cake sitting at a chair near the door with a small blush as she must’ve been imagining something quite enjoyable in her head. No longer staring off into the distance as the blue mare heard the door close behind Dusty, Mrs. Cake’s eyes focused on the griffon with a wide smile as she jumped to her hooves.

“So glad that you’re here today~!” Mrs. Cake winked, following Dusty into the massage room and closing the door behind her as they were given a slightly increased level of privacy.

“I’m surprised that you’re back,” Dusty blurted the words out his beak before he could stop himself, and prayed to Celestia that the chubby mare wouldn’t ask what he meant. Thankfully, Mrs. Cake brightened a little, her tail swinging from side to side as she grinned this time with her pearly whites on full display.

“Of course I’m back! I’ve never had a proper exotic Griffonian massage before~” Mrs. Cake giggled as she twirled one forehoof around the floor, fluttering her eyelashes at Dusty as she looked up at him. With a deliciously hot realization, Dusty realized that the MILF must’ve still been under the assumption that what he did with her was completely professional and normal. At least, under the guise that it was an exotic massage from Griffonstone. Feeling a deep-seated naughty idea rising to the forefront of his mind, Dusty saw no reason to correct her, not when she was clearly aroused and interested in being intimately touched by him again.

“Well, why don’t we give you what you came here for~?” Dusty smirked. “Please rest on your back and I’ll get my talons oiled up, okay?”

Mrs. Cake was more than happy to do so, jumping onto the soft massage table and laying on her back with her legs resting on the table comfortably with her crotchteats and pussy exposed to the cool air. While the chubby mare was genuinely fascinated with Dusty’s adventures that she had learned through small talk, Mrs. Cake knew that the second visit wasn’t likely to involve too much conversation. Not when the griffon was looking at her like she was prey to him, or was that perhaps a trick of the light from her increasingly shameless mind? Regardless, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath and readied herself for whatever surprises the feathered fellow had in store for her…

Having walked over to the counter and thoroughly oiling up his talons in preparation, Dusty glanced over at Mrs. Cake. While he didn’t really plan on making as much small talk as last time, he felt obligated to talk to her a little to put her mind at ease. Walking towards her with his oiled talons, Dusty smiled as much as his beak allowed as he walked around the massage table till his furry chest was hovering over the chubby mare’s face when he placed his talons on her shoulders and began kneading into them.

“So, how has everything been at Sugarcube Corner?” Dusty asked, tilting his head. “A little hectic perhaps? After all, you’ve come to see me again but gave it at least two weeks to do so.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” Mrs. Cake sighed, not too off-put by the memories thanks to the generous touch of the griffon above her. “I feel like I’ve been learning so much about myself, about what I need out of life. When you own a business and take care of a family, you don’t normally bother to think about the big picture. Suppose just the events I’ve been through are quite eye-opening.”

“Interesting~” Dusty replied, and actually meant it. He had almost no idea what she was actually talking about, but if it led to her coming back for his “special massage,” the gray griffon wasn’t the least bit interested in complaining about it. Bringing his talons down to her forelegs and using a talon on each one to massage them firmly, but not harshly, the griffon thought about what to say next for a moment. “Good for you quite honestly, thinking and wanting for yourself for a change. I can quite relate to such a journey, as you already know with my choice to leave Griffonstone, that sometimes you need to put yourself first in order to keep from going crazy. Not enough creatures recognize that.”

As he moved from her forelegs to gently massaging her chest, his piercing orange eyes stared intently at her as if he saw her for exactly who she was. A lost soul down the wrong way, with a life that was equal parts exquisite and entrapment, and a body that yearned for his touch specifically. As his smile never faltered, putting Mrs. Cake at ease along with his touch, he eventually cupped the blue mare’s face with his talons as he stared down at her.

“I must have your consent for this part, as it's a very personal massage that I don’t normally do for clients,” Dusty explained. “But if you enjoyed the last massage, I can definitely assure you that you’ll enjoy this one~”

“Yes, that works perfectly for me,” Mrs. Cake nodded, trusting the young griffon cock and his talon-induced magic. Dusty smirked, clearly not expecting any other answer from the chubby baker. Closing the distance between her very tempting muzzle and his beak, Dusty allowed the blue mare to give a muffled squeak of surprise before slipping his long griffon tongue inside her mouth. With her not struggling in the slightest, instead giving a longing moan into Dusty’s mouth, the griffon was spurred on to continue. Mrs. Cake, having not expected a makeout session being part of personal Griffonian massages, definitely didn’t complain as she found that Dusty made out far more passionately than she would’ve expected from a creature that technically didn’t have lips. His longer yet slightly thinner tongue moved with fury, as if he was determined to burn the memory of his touch into her brain, and Mrs. Cake was barely able to keep up. The griffon’s tongue vigorously explored her entire mouth by the time her tongue was barely able to move towards his, Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt overpowered by him with such a simple act as tongue-wrestling. His oral attack lasted for a few more seconds as Mrs. Cake felt her loins quickly responding to the stimulation, getting considerably aroused by the time he parted his beak from her muzzle and let go of her face.

Without another word, Dusty puffed out his chest and walked to the opposite side of the table where Mrs. Cake’s holes and hindlegs were pointed towards him. Just when the chubby mare assumed Dusty was going to work on her hindlegs like he did with her forelegs, the gray griffon brought his talons to her crotchteats and began to fondle them.

“Great stars, do I miss these,” Dusty whispered just loud enough for Mrs. Cake to hear. Getting her mounds slathered with the oil that remained on his talons, he signed as the length between his legs began to harden in anticipation. Gently brushing the blueberry-looking nipples of the MILF he had the unbelievable second chance of pleasuring in the same odd yet gratifying circumstances, Dusty allowed himself a few moments of pinching her nipples and giving each crotchteat a good squeeze before climbing onto the massage table and lining up the tip of his stiff cock to the snug space between the mare’s crotchteats. Taking a deep breath as he glanced at Mrs. Cake’s curious expression, Dusty slid his long griffon cock in between the chubby mare’s crotchteats. Having such an experience as having his dick sandwiched between a profoundly thick set of crotchteats, most likely as fat as they were because of the pregnancy Mrs. Cake had years ago, from such a MILF was an euphoric act beyond words. Sliding his dick all the way through till his balls brushed against the mare’s crotchteats, the tip of his dick nearly touching the chubby mare’s muzzle, Dusty then slowly pulled back till only his tip was still between the mare’s crotchteats.

“How does this feel?” Dusty smirked, wondering if his delightfully horny client was still under the guise of it all being a massage. Thrusting back forward, Dusty watched as Mrs. Cake blushed and smiled at the young griffon cock.

“It feels amazing~” Mrs. Cake sighed. “I never knew you griffons to be so…sensual with your massages…”

“And I never knew you motherly mares to have such delicious bodies!” Dusty remarked, taking the initiative to briefly twist both of Mrs. Cake’s blueberry-looking nipples. Watching as Mrs. Cake stifled a moan from both touches, Dusty began to pick up the pace on his thrusts as he gave into his predatory instincts again. Whether it was still subconscious or not, Dusty was certain that a lack of passion in Mrs. Cake’s marriage spurred her on to return to his talons both figuratively and literally. And the young adult griffon was more than happy to provide the carnal pleasure the MILF deserved and more, and self-admittedly, use her in every way his selfish mind saw fit so long as she allowed it. Jackhammering into the warm, furry, and snug space between Mrs. Cake’s crotchteats, Dusty growled as he was moments away from properly claiming her.

“Yessssssssssss, I’m almost there,” Dusty snarled. “I’m going to paint those delectable blueberries of yours! So get ready~”

From Mrs. Cake’s perspective, watching the young yet built griffon cock pistoning his length up and down her chest between her teats, all the while staring her down with his piercing orange eyes, made her feel like his prey to be claimed in whatever way he saw fit. Strangely enough, the feeling made her more secure than her husband ever did. No matter what her worries were, she could trust that Dusty had her under his control with the touch of his magical talons and long griffon dick. She was simply mesmerized as he pulled out from her crotchteats and proceeded to jerk off his length for a few seconds before hot white ropes of his seed came out of his dick and all over her stomach and crotchteats.

Dusty licked his beak as he saw his own jizz painted her nipples to look like frosted blueberries, and was tempted to play with them further. But instead, Dusty was ready to get stuff going further. The grinding on her body was all well and good, but he’d be stopped by the receptionist even though he didn’t set up a timer yet. So time was of the essence as he jumped off the table and looked at Mrs. Cake’s slightly panting expression. Walking over to his counter and actually setting up the timer so as to not raise suspicion with the receptionist right outside, Dusty then placed the active timer on the counter as he looked back to the MILF of a mare before him.

“Please if you could be so kind as to flip around for me,” Despite the politeness of his words, his tone still sounded more like an order that rushed through Mrs. Cake’s ears and straight to her loins as she flipped around onto her stomach and presented her ass to him. As she stayed still, a dawning realization began to rise up to the forefront of her mind.

Wait a second, is he going to actually fuck me? Perhaps I have another source to alleviate my needs, and this may not be an actual massage? After all, he wouldn’t dare say anything to my husband since he values his job. Why, this is great news! Hopefully I’m not wrong…

Parting her crimson tail to the side and blatantly presenting her dark blue ponut and pussy lips to the griffon masseur, Mrs. Cake glanced at him over her shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Moving her ass cheeks up and down as they jiggled, she stifled a giggle as Dusty’s eyes went wide and his beak dropped a little. Dusty gawked, either Mrs. Cake had finally put two and two together, or the clever blue mare knew of his intentional lewdness the whole time. Regardless, he had his options of where to put his dick. He didn’t want to do her mouth because he felt as though it wouldn’t be as impactful as stuffing it in one of her back holes. There was her pussy, and he could potentially impregnate the mare and further cuck the pathetic husband she must’ve had. However, if his intuition was correct, the likelihood of no one having ever properly fucked her ponut was really high. If she had an adventurous stallion that would’ve explored her in every way, she simply wouldn’t be here with the griffon masseur, so his guess was pretty well-educated.

Dusty wouldn’t admit it at that moment to the mare he was about to experience properly for the first time, but something he learned from his several encounters with mares was that he had a weakness for ponuts. Uniquely shaped in a way that looked like donuts, mares’ backdoors were far more superior to any butthole he had ever seen. And the way they tightly hugged his cock each time was Celestia-sent, an experience beyond words. So Dusty turned to the counter and pulled out a drawer underneath it that contained lubricant. It was a special magical lubricant that was normally meant to loosen up the tightest of muscles on a massaged client, but also could be sufficient lube for sex. A multi-faceted tool, Dusty splashed a healthy amount on one of his talons before placing the container back in the drawer and turning to Mrs. Cake’s awaiting holes.

“Brace yourself, Mrs. Cake,” Dusty told the chubby blue mare as he rested the lubed talon right on the rim of her blue ponut, and Mrs. Cake gasped at what he had planned. Feeling him gently slipping two of his digits into her tight backdoor, Mrs. Cake wiggled and groaned at the sensation of them flexing inside her. Her saving grace was that Dusty had the decency of using a magical lube that made the pressure far more pleasurable than painful, as well as his talons remaining up to code as always. As Dusty slipped a third digit inside, the griffon started groping one of Mrs. Cake’s ass cheeks with his free talon as he purred. “So, Mrs. Cake, is this the first time you’d be taking it up the ass?”

“Do the two failed attempts with my husband count?” Mrs. Cake laughed, wincing a little at the memory. “Oh dear, those times were too painful to really keep going. Only really good experiences down there were the times I used a butt plug…”

“What a fool,” Dusty scoffed. “Sorry, if you take offense from me making such a statement, but every guy with at least two brain cells knows to generously lubricate the backdoor. You will definitely understand my point soon~”

Despite the insult to her husband that she should’ve been offended by, Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Dusty was nearly fisting her backdoor with his needy digits. Feeling so deeply wanted by such a young stud was more gratifying than she could’ve ever expected, and Mrs. Cake allowed a deep moan to escape her mouth knowing it wasn’t too loud for the receptionist to hear. Taking his talon out of Mrs. Cake’s backdoor and returning to the counter to slather another helping of said lube all over his once-again hard cock, Dusty sighed as he admired his talonwork both on his dick and Mrs. Cake’s glistening ponut. Seeing her ponut like that was truly a work of art to the griffon, and he could wait no longer. Rushing towards the table and flying back onto it, Dusty stood on Mrs. Cake with his lighter figure as his talons rested on her shoulders and his hindlegs were on each side of the chubby blue MILF’s ass cheeks as he lined up the tip of his slick hard cock with his client’s deliciously lubed up ponut.

Mrs. Cake, for the reasons she had just described to the young griffon cock, felt her heart pounding in her chest as she readied herself to feel a dick properly pound her backdoor for the first time. The anxiety came especially with her husband’s past failures at doing the exact same act Dusty was about to do, but Mrs. Cake trusted that if anyone was able to treat her right down there, it would be Dusty. Feeling the sharp yet surprisingly nice sensation of Dusty’s tip penetrating her ponut, she gasped at the sensation of the gray griffon’s talons gripping her shoulders. Hearing an increasingly loud growl escape from Dusty’s beak, said beak dangerously close to her twitching ears, Mrs. Cake gasped and panted as he steadily pushed more of his length inside.

“There we go…” Dusty hissed, feeling pleasure beyond his wildest hopes as Mrs. Cake’s practically virginal backdoor moments before gripped his dick tightly. As much as he loved the teatjob and the other ways she made him cum before, it paled in comparison to the naturally superior sensation of fucking a mare’s ponut. As he managed to nearly hilt her in one go, Dusty gasped with delight. Something told him that she most likely used more than just a tiny butt plug on her backdoor, but he had no reason to press it. Growling more as he pulled out most of his length from her backdoor, Dusty then proceeded to slam most of his length back inside, slightly shaking the table. Mrs. Cake’s eyes shot wide open from the devastatingly beautiful amount of pressure mixed with pleasure rocking her body, and a quick and needy “yes” escaped her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Oh?” Dusty snickered. “Perhaps you’re enjoying this more than anything your husband has ever given you? You don’t need to answer that question right away, just know it deep inside your loins as I completely break you~”

Mrs. Cake was about to ask what he meant, how he would prove that, when Dusty had turned from his singular thrust to several in succession, pounding away at her in earnest. Her thoughts began melting away except one loud mantra in her head that made her pussy all the more aroused.

He’s better than your husband, better than your husband, better than your-

Besides the spicy slap of the griffon cock’s balls hitting her clit, Mrs. Cake’s pussy was otherwise untouched as she was speeding towards her own orgasm. She wouldn’t have guessed that she would’ve loved anal so much, the rising pressure that came with the griffon pounding away at her backdoor proving such, and wondered with time if she’d end up being more of a butt slut than anything else. There was no pregnancy that could occur with taking it up there, and the guy could receive more pleasure from the tightness within her ponut, so with all the lube involved, there were only positives. And steadily with every several thrusts, Dusty was able to get another inch inside until with a delighted beak-dropped expression, he was able to hilt himself inside the chubby mare’s backdoor.

No mare has been able to do that with my cock before!

“Aren’t you quite talented for your first time~?” Dusty moved one of his talons off Mrs. Cake’s shoulder as he gently dragged it down her backside while still savagely pounding away at her backdoor, the sound of his balls hitting her clit with a PLAP PLAP PLAP that the receptionist somehow didn’t hear being barely louder than Mrs. Cake’s longing moans. Perhaps the mare outside had put her headphones on as she normally did whenever the lobby was empty, and it was a fair guess to make. Still, Dusty knew not to make their event too loud.

Mrs. Cake’s mouth opened, her tongue lolling out as drool fell and landed on the massage table her cum-stained body was resting on. The filthiness of it all, being so thoroughly dominated by the griffon cock while her husband was none the wiser, aroused the chubby blue mare far more than she cared to admit. Gasping as her orgasm hit with no idea that she was even close, Mrs. Cake let out a guttural sound as her pussy clenched away at nothing. Marecum spilling onto the table and even dripping onto the floor, Dusty gasped as he stopped mid-thrust to listen to his fat-caked client’s squirting.

“You just came, and I didn’t even touch you,” Dusty whispered. “This just proves it, that you love getting your backdoor pounded. You just needed the right partner to show you how good it can feel~”

Returning to thrusting into an even faster blur, Mrs. Cake felt her needy pussy skyrocketing to being near a second orgasm due to the contact of Dusty’s balls slapping her clit, as well as being sensitive down there from her first orgasm. The vibration of Dusty’s beak growling against the back of her head as well as the sound made the chubby blue mare’s head spiral in the best way possible. There were no more troubles, worries of her home, only the pure sensory overload that came with a true stud claiming her as he saw fit.

“Take my griffon seed, take-” Dusty cut off his own lewd demand, breaking into a loud screech that nearly scared the daylights out of Mrs. Cake had she not entered her second orgasm at the same time he was brought to his first. Returning his talon from her backside back to her shoulder, he tightly gripped her shoulders as his feathers puffed out and his fur stood on end. As the screech escaped from his beak, his pupils dilated into little specks, and his wings flapped sporadically, Dusty pumped ropes of his hot seed deep into the depths of her delightfully tight ponut. Flooding her ass with nothing but his griffon cock instincts, Dusty kept mindlessly thrusting back and forth until his orgasm was finished. Slipping his cock out of the panting mare’s backdoor, Dusty began to slowly ground himself back in reality as he glanced down at the one rope of cum that escaped Mrs. Cake’s ponut, rolled down her pussy lips, and onto the massage table. Seeing the one rope of his superior griffon work mixing with the pool of marecum on the massage table, Dusty puffed his chest and returned to his senses as he was overcum with a level of pride from railing the older mother far better than her husband did. It gave him hope for future relationships, flings, or whatever endeavors he-

His thought process was interrupted by a knock on the door that caused the griffon to shriek and fall off the table entirely, scrambling up to rush to the door before Celestia forbid, the creature on the other side could open it. Cracking the door open, Dusty looked at the unicorn masseuse that came from in the massage room a few feet away from him.

“You alright, Dusty?” the unicorn asked with her eyes wide, only focusing on him and not noticing the creampied MILF on the other side of the room.

“Yeah, yeah! Sorry, I stubbed my paw by accident,” Dusty sighed, shaking his head. “Me and the client are both fine, don’t worry.”

“If you say so,” the unicorn shrugged, turning around and walking away. “Just be careful next time, you scared the crap out of my client.”

“Sorry!” Dusty blushed before closing the door with his back pressed against it and his foreleg dramatically swept over his forehead. His coworkers were all lovely, but the last situation he cared to deal with was any of them prying into his dirty little secret. Removing himself from pressing against the door knowing that his coworker had properly left, Dusty walked up to the panting mare as she looked like she was basking in the glory of Celestia herself. Her eyes briefly unfocused in the direction of the wall straight ahead, Mrs. Cake noticed Dusty’s returning presence from the gentle pitter-patter of his paws as she glanced down at him from the table.

“You wanna…hah…exchange contact information? I can give you the PO box I planned on using for my outside partners, and I can have the mailing address to your house?” Mrs. Cake explained, still heavily blushing even after she was able to gain her verbal bearings.

“Absolutely,” Dusty grinned, exposing the teeth that Mrs. Cake was surprised to see within his beak. “But please, if you could be so kind as to hop off the table? Cleaning up with me would be nice, but since you’re paying, you can just clean yourself off and meet me at the lobby if you’d like.”

“No, I’d like to help a little,” Mrs. Cake reassured the gray griffon, carefully standing on all four shaky legs before hopping off the table and getting a cloth from the counter. With Dusty taking the ruined massage sheet and bundling it up before putting it in a tightly sealed garbage bag, and Mrs. Cake spraying cleaner liquid on the table and floor before wiping both areas, the two made quick work of the griffon’s massage room until they were finishing touches to the room when the timer went off. Pulling out a piece of paper and pen from one of the drawers, Dusty jotted down all his contact information, getting the same from Mrs. Cake on a separate piece of paper as she told him what to write down, before both took each other’s contact info.

“Beautiful,” Dusty glanced at Mrs. Cake with a wink as he held the contact information to his fluffy chest. “And of course, I’ll be sure to be as discreet as possible. You’ve not got a single worry to have with me, griffon’s honor.”

Mrs. Cake almost wanted to make a remark about how griffons were commonly known for being greedy and self-interested, but bit her tongue as she chastised herself for the stereotype. Dusty was profoundly educated and far more of a gentlecolt than most ponies were, and the thought made Mrs. Cake smile warmly as she had her folded note of his info attached to her outfit.

“Thank you, Dusty,” Mrs. Cake nodded, her behind thoroughly cleaned of any fluids as she turned around and walked out of the room, prepared to get a discount again as she wondered what other services she could reasonably get out of him…

Contains romantic confession, lots of drama/tension, hidden/stealth exhibitionism, hidden cuckolding, oral sex, bossy/heated hoofjobs, twerking, fear of getting caught, reverse zebradom, and established friends with benefits relationship...for now...

Humming to herself, Mrs. Cake swayed her fat blue cheeks from side to side as she stirred batter in a bowl by herself. With her husband and Sugar Belle making deliveries to separate sides of town, it was just her and Pinkie currently running the Sugarcube Corner. Feeling like she was a pegasus riding on clouds, the chubby blue mare felt on top of the world as she had let herself free with Raza at the club and Dusty at his job. Even though Raza was a one-night stand as far as she was concerned, she still had a beautiful time and was happy to have it as a fleeting memo-

“Mrs. Cake, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie shouted, kicking the kitchen door open with her forehoof before trotting in, the door closing behind her as she smiled. “Sorry, it wasn’t an emergency or anything, but somepony is here to see you. I’ll take over the kitchen, but I’m surprised he knows you so well.”

“What do you mean?” Mrs. Cake frowned, tilting her head in confusion as she left the spoon in the batter, heading towards the kitchen door as she continued listening.

“Because he referred to you as Cup Cake instead of Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie remarked, walking off and taking her place at the table with the batter bowl. Mrs. Cake shrugged, not feeling any easier about the situation as she pushed the door open and felt her heart drop to the bottom of her chest. Lo and behold, standing there near the counter, was Raza the zebra. Unbeknownst to the horrified, jaw-dropped Mrs. Cake, Raza was pawing the ground with one hoof and breaking a sweat as he still couldn’t think of what to say considering the bold decision he was making even being there. Mrs. Cake felt alarmed, knowing that she mentioned being married at some point in their conversation. Surely with the knowledge he had of them fucking, he intended to blackmail her somehow! After all, in Mrs. Cake’s eyes, any decent stallion would’ve left it at a one-night stand instead of taking the effort to find her. As Mrs. Cake’s brain was further spiraling in a panic, Raza cleared his throat and willed himself to stop shaking as he spoke.

“H-Hey, um, hi?” Raza stammered, wincing as he shook his head. “Sorry, I-”

“What in Celestia’s damn name are you doing here?!” Mrs. Cake hissed in a loud whisper, feeling her heart thundering in her chest. “What will it take to keep you quiet? What are you wanting from me? Are you after bits? Some of my stuff?”

“What?” Raza flinched, his eyes wide with hurt as he shook his head. “Great plains of Zebrica, I’d never blackmail a mare in a million years. That’s the last thing on my mind. No, never, I’m sorry I made you think that. I know it’s weird to track a mare down to her place of work, stalkery even, but I’ve had so little luck with mares that I couldn’t let the chance slip away.”

“Chance?” Mrs. Cake gawked. “Last time I checked, I’m still married and had already ‘slipped away’ before I even met you, Raza. I’m committed and settled down to a stallion already.”

“If that is the case, that you intend on staying with him…why did you do what you did?” Raza frowned, his muzzle twitching as he looked at the floor. Mrs. Cake felt a pang in her heart, feeling like she owed the young stud at least some sort of explanation to assure him. Ignoring the twisting in her heart at rejecting the charming zebra, trying not to acknowledge any growing feelings she might feel for him in return, Mrs. Cake glanced at the dining room to make sure it was empty before taking a deep breath and answering.

“I love my husband, I still do,” Mrs. Cake told Raza, ignoring his stricken expression as she continued. “But his ability to sexually satisfy me has been less than acceptable. I haven’t even cum from him for at least years now, that sort of dry spell messes with a mare…”

“That is terrible,” Raza shook his head, his eyes widening as he took a step closer. “Cup Cake, you know with my youth and stamina, I’d always be able to provide in a way that’d excite you and leave you satisfied. I know this is sudden, but a sweet mare like you is so impossible to come by these days. I've fallen hard for you, want to make you happy as much as possible. I feel like a colt with his first love all over again, and that sort of feeling is timeless, Cup Cake. When you see someone and we click the way we do, it’s like peanut butter and jelly, apples and pears, the moon and the stars! Just the twinkle in your eyes tells me you’re the kind of mare that can give everything to her stallion, but by Zebrica’s name do you deserve that stallion to give that everything back to you…”

“Wait, are you saying…”

“Yes, Cup Cake, I’m in love with you,” Raza blushed a little, batting his eyelashes and widely smiling at Mrs. Cake and proving to the chubby blue mare ten times over that his feelings matched his profound confession. Completely amazed by his resolve, her heart fluttering at such a young stud so deeply wanting her, Mrs. Cake pushed down the feeling as she shook her head.

“No, Raza, somepony like you deserves a young and single mare,” Mrs. Cake frowned. “One that isn’t tied down with foals. I can never fully give you what you’re looking for, with my lack of youth and a family I have already. On top of that, I already have someone else I see for my sexual needs. Regularly in fact. Or…dear Celestia…the fact that I’m fat. You can’t possibly want a mare like that, can you?”

“Zebrica,” Raza’s face scrunched up, his ears flattening as he gritted his teeth while staring at the ground. Before Mrs. Cake can assume that he was mad at her, Raza scoffed as he glanced at the kitchen door. “Your husband really is a winner, huh? Does he call you that all the time, make you feel like he’d be better off with a young mare?”

“What?” Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened, realizing that she gave the zebra stud the wrong impression. “No, no-I’m just trying to keep you from making a huge mistake!”

“Thank you, Cup Cake, but while I’m young, I’m not stupid,” Raza looked back into her eyes, his expression firm and unwavering. “The youth of an adult mare is fleeting, but the kindness of a mare can live on through any age. And I wouldn’t pursue you if I wasn’t attracted to the body you have now, Cup Cake. As for your foals, any pony you love and care for…I will do the same. Well, except for your husband obviously. He doesn’t deserve what he has, a booming bakery business...a loving family with a beautiful wife. Zebrican stallions back at home would scoff at a stallion who made little to no effort to satisfy his spouse, and I can’t believe you pony mares tolerate it, no less!”

“Well sometimes a marriage matters more than just sex,” Mrs. Cake protested, glancing at the door as her eyes widened and her blood ran cold. A customer was only a few steps from walking inside, and she frantically looked at Raza before looking at the door again.

They’re going to know! They’re going to see this young attractive zebra blushing and making goo-goo eyes at me, and know that I’m having an affair!

With her super earth pony strength fueled by her state of panic, Mrs. Cake grabbed the much lighter young zebra with her forehooves and flung him onto the other side of the counter. Hearing him give a small “oof” from the impact and scolding herself for such an absurd way of hiding him, reminding herself to apologize to him later, Mrs. Cake ran around the counter and impulsively figured out a proper way to conceal him entirely from the customer. She slammed her big fat blue butt over him and draped her big crimson tail over the rest of his body so that he was entirely hidden by the time the customer walked in. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down her fear of getting caught, Mrs. Cake gave a wide smile as she saw Mayor Mare walk in of all ponies. The idea of the mayor of the entire town potentially catching her for cheating on her husband caused her fear to skyrocket, and also a small lingering sense that perhaps the chubby mare was getting her comeuppance for being too greedy. Wanting too much. The silver-maned mare blinked calmly, seeming to be none the wiser as she glanced down at the glass display of desserts. Fortunately, the other side of the display wasn’t made of glass, but rather a regular sliding door. Therefore Mayor Mare was unable to see Raza underneath the counter, and Mrs. Cake wasn’t caught at that very moment.

Meanwhile, Raza felt his loins beginning to stir as he was turned on by Mrs. Cake’s interesting means of “hiding him” from the customer. With her pussy lips practically smashed against his muzzle, the zebra stud thought back to the blowjob she gave him on that fateful night they had met. After all, why make the effort of hiding him underneath the counter and sitting on him in such a forward manner, when Mayor Mare would’ve just walked in and assumed they were having a perfectly normal chat? Surely the chubby mare wanted him to return the favor? Opening his mouth and diving his tongue into the chubby mare’s vaginal depths, Raza savored the sweet yet subtle taste her pussy had to offer.

In the middle of greeting Mayor Mare and about to ask how she was doing, Mrs. Cake stopped mid-sentence as she realized what the zebra stud started doing underneath. Realistically, despite the annoyance of the situation, she realized how he might’ve gotten the wrong impression to start eating her out. Considering lifting herself up a little and prodding his muzzle with one hoof to stop him, Mrs. Cake started to enjoy the sensations of his inexperienced yet passionate services to her pussy. With a burning shame paired with her growing excitement, Mrs. Cake realized with a shock of pleasure throughout her body that she had never gotten eaten out before. She brushed it off as something that only the rare stallion did once in a blue moon, and didn’t think much of Mr. Cake never suggesting such an act. Now, with the sensation of Raza eating her out so intensely, Mrs. Cake genuinely questioned for the first time if it was worth it to keep the ruse up with her husband. The feeling of being eaten out, something that mares gushed about, made complete sense as the chubby blue mare restrained herself from not giving in fully and clapping her ass cheeks against the zebra’s face-

“Mrs. Cake, are you doing okay?” Mayor Mare frowned as she looked into the open-mouthed baker’s eyes. “Oh goodness, are you having cramps perhaps? Pain in a muscle? I definitely had some back pain the other day and saw a good masseur for it-”

“Yes d-dearie,” Mrs. Cake couldn’t stop blushing, not with the intense tongue-fucking she was getting behind the counter. “It’s a pain in my lower back, and I probably should go see my usual masseur for that…anyways, what c-can I get for you today hun?”

“Well, I’m getting two cupcakes for me and my secretary,” Mayor Mare explained, pressing a forehoof to her lips as she surveyed the options for a longer time than Mrs. Cake would’ve liked. Hidden sexual acts being fun and all, Mrs. Cake was still aware of just how not fun it would be if Mayor Mare heard anything down there. Looking back up at Mrs. Cake, Mayor Mare smiled. “Make it a Birthday Cake and a Vanilla Bean, please. To go.”

With a jolt of horror, Mrs. Cake realized that there was no way of getting up and retrieving the order from the kitchen without revealing everything. As she took her sweet precious time applying the amount owed to the register and counting the bits on the counter, all the while with a young zebra stud eating her out like it was his last meal, the worst coincidence happened. Walking in, back from his delivery, was Mr. Cake himself smiling directly at his wife. He was looking her in the eyes, and in that exact moment he was, Mrs. Cake was cheating on him and defiling their marriage. Not that he had any idea of course, not even as he trotted closer to the two.

“H-Hey honey!” Mrs. Cake’s voice was shaky, although she realized that Mr. Cake’s presence could actually be useful to her at that very moment. “I’ve got some pain in my lower back, do you think you can get the order for, hnnng, her?”

Mrs. Cake had to bite down on her lip, feeling a sudden wave of pleasure that neared her towards her orgasm as Raza started devouring her pussy with urgency. She even felt his forehoof playing at her clit as his tongue viciously hit her g-spot over and over again, the young zebra stud not relenting in the slightest. Mrs. Cake brightly blushed, physically unable to hide how pleasured she felt in that moment. Yet despite that, Mr. Cake and Mayor Mare were completely oblivious and puzzled as they would never think to assume there was somepony else behind the counter. While planning to scold Raza later for intentionally eating her out harder in the presence of her husband, Mrs. Cake was starting to be less upset about Raza’s sudden visit…

“Are you okay, dear?” Mr. Cake frowned.

“It’s just an uncomfy angle,” Mrs. Cake forced out the words with a much wider grin than intended, moving her cheeks side to side with gritted teeth to emphasize her point. Raza, further aroused by the fact that Mrs. Cake was brazenly twerking her fat pony dumptruck on his face, took the challenge. Taking a deep breath before making the plunge, Raza pushed his muzzle inside her pussy and began feeling her wet love canal flood his mouth and nostrils with arousal. Instead of letting it show further in her face, Mrs. Cake slightly lifted her ass with Raza’s muzzle still inside her pussy before slamming it back down on him. Seeing stars from the asstronomical impact his fact was dealt, Raza would’ve started rubbing himself off had he not already had a hoof working her clit and because he didn’t want to give them away. Mr. Cake couldn’t see the ass slam that his wife just did on a zebra underneath her, and gave a simple nod.

“Well alright then, I can take care of that for you,” Mr. Cake smiled, going to the kitchen and coming back not two minutes later with a finished bag in his forehoof as he trotted up to Mayor Mare. “So Mayor, how’s life been going?”

“Oh, it’s been going quite splendid…” Mayor Mare went into the little details of how her life had been for the past several weeks as the two walked towards the front door a considerable distance away. Right at the door but still talking inside the lobby, they were still far away enough as far as Mrs. Cake was concerned in the lust-filled moment.

With them no longer having their eyes on her, Mrs. Cake set out to allow herself to further lose herself in the moment as much as she reasonably could. Throwing her ass back, telling herself that she could easily explain that she’s adjusting from the back pain if they saw her making such weird movements, Mrs. Cake savored the sensation of having a whole stallion’s muzzle inside her pussy. His tongue still kept firing away, not relaxing in the slightest. If Mrs. Cake hadn’t stopped thinking entirely to rock her hips into the zebra’s face, she would’ve wondered how Raza was able to go as long as he did without air. Raza, on the verge of passing out but hard as a rock, gave it his all as he worked to make Mrs. Cake cum before he needed air. Rapidly moving his forehoof around her clit, his lust skyrocketing from the sensation of the chubby mare’s dumpstruck clapping against his muzzle, he had reached his reward. Mrs. Cake gave one final slam onto his face, her ears flickering as she blushed heavily and gave a small exhale to keep herself from howling like her previous experiences. Panting as much as she could without drawing too much attention towards herself, Mrs. Cake finally remembered Raza’s muzzle being in there for so long as she lifted her pussy up the tiniest bit to give the young zebra stud room to breathe. Hearing Raza gasping for air as she also felt himself rubbing her juices off his face, Mrs. Cake’s mind shifted as she watched Mr. Cake and Mayor Mare walk into the dining room well out of view of the lobby.

Her blood boiling despite her post-orgasm haze, Mrs. Cake set out to fix the problem she had created. Namely, the lovesick one underneath her. There was only a matter of moments to act as quickly as possible lest Pinkie open the kitchen door or worse yet, Mr. Cake somehow walked back and saw them. Lust be damned, Mrs. Cake wasn’t about to let the young stud ruin everything she had, even if his heart was in the right place. In a sudden feat of her strength yet again, Mrs. Cake moved to the other side of the counter and grabbed Raza with her forehooves as she threw the light stud onto her back and jumped over the counter. Galloping out the front door and down the side of the establishment that lacked any windows, Mrs. Cake was seething red, blood boiling, and had her heart thundering in her chest by the time she had made it to the nearest back alley. With it being the later afternoon, almost no ponies passed by the alleyway at that time. With the dumpster a safe distance away blocking the view of ponies passing by, Mrs. Cake dropped Raza on the ground like a sack of potatoes as she glared down at his wide-eyed expression.

“Are you crazy?!” Mrs. Cake shouted, gritting her teeth as she shook her head. “You could’ve easily gotten me caught by showing up at my bakery! And eating me out further when my husband walked in?! Were you hoping he would see?”

“No, dear Zebrica, it wasn’t…” Raza’s face quivered and his ears flattened before he winced at something between his legs. “Oh goodness…”

Mrs. Cake glanced down, her anger morphing into shock as she saw Raza’s thick length throbbing and bobbing around with pre-cum despite the scolding she was giving him. Looking up at him, Mrs Cake vaguely recalled Phoenix mentioning something she had done to various stallions in the bedroom. The griffoness’ stories after Mrs. Cake blew several stallions were shocking, and the chubby blue mare didn’t even think that mares could take on the roles Phoenix had described. The older mare was a lot more sheltered in the sexual world than she thought, and feeling guilt from getting livid with Raza, Mrs. Cake concocted an idea that would make both of them feel better…

“I would’ve stopped if you wanted me to,” Raza promised. “I guess I just assumed, with you sitting on my face…I’m really s-”

Gasping and cutting himself off mid-sentence, Raza looked down as he felt Mrs. Cake press her forehoof against his throbbing length. Firm enough to press his own erection against his stomach, but not enough to hurt as Raza saw the normally sweet mare in a different light. Her pretty pink eyes that normally complimented her smile were staring down at him as if he was beneath her literally and figuratively. And who could blame her? She had everything going for her and Raza was just a young stallion still figuring out his life. Unable to look away as he felt her hoof moving up and down on his length, Mrs. Cake’s ears flickered as she began to stroke a little faster.

“Really now, you should be ashamed of yourself,” Mrs. Cake continued as she kept rubbing her hoof up and down Raza’s dick. “So unbecoming as you used my full name instead of referring to me as Mrs. Cake, shouldn’t you have some basic respect? And finding me in the first place? In the bakery you know me and my husband work at?”

“You’re right, it was incredibly foolish,” Raza whined, trying and failing not to buck his hips into the older mare’s touch. “I’m sorry, haah, I should’ve been more considerate of y-you…”

“And to lick me without asking?” Mrs. Cake briefly broke out of her roleplay at the flicker in the zebra stud’s face. “And no, before you ask, I was consenting. The idea that a young stallion like you could take advantage of me is laughable, I mean, look at you right now!”

“Ah!” Raza’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gave a sharp buck of his hips up at Mrs. Cake’s forehoof, drooling from his still cum-stained muzzle as he felt his world spinning. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes-”

“Yes what?” Mrs. Cake tilted her head at the lust-drunk zebra stud. “Are you a dirty boy? A naughty young stallion that wasn’t thinking with his brain?”

“Yes, I’m a dirty boy,” Raza moaned, his pleasure soaring to new heights. Despite the act being a simple hoofjob in comparison to the full-on sex they had in the nightclub, it was almost just as good. Perhaps the young zebra was never meant to be a dom? Raza wasn’t sure what to think, if at all, as he started to continuously buck his hips shamelessly. The cold floor of the back alley, the likely failed attempt of getting her to leave her husband, didn’t matter at the moment. Raza might not have had his heart filled with his achieved goal yet, but the sexual awakening he was unexpectedly exposed to left him with no complaints. Pure bliss at having somepony else taking control for a change, Raza feeling warm affection coupled with his lust skyrocketing from the new experience, he whined as he came. “Yes, oh Zebrica, forgive me!”

Spurts of cum landing all over his stomach and chest, Raza felt liberated from all of his worries in that moment. The sadness of encountering the most beautiful mare that was married and unfulfilled, the adrenaline rush at trying to prove himself to be better than her husband, and the loneliness that came from his lack of luck…was all faded away in the moment of the most powerful orgasm he ever had from the touch of a mare.

As the last spurt of cum landed on his body, Raza felt dirty from having cum all over himself in a back alley. No other mare would’ve turned him on enough to make him not only go along with such an act, but actually enjoy it until reality set in. Seeing Mrs. Cake’s stern and fiery hot expression with her scrunched up muzzle and narrowed eyes melted away into a frown as she stared at Raza intently, so the zebra stallion waited for her to speak. Mrs. Cake was looking at the young, innocent zebra that was in the early years of his adulthood, still figuring everything out. He certainly had the tact of a young stallion for sure, and Mrs. Cake was aware that despite how he handled everything, he still had a good heart. Dropping her slightly cum-stained hoof back to the cement, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath as she made up her mind.

“As I’ve told you, I have no intentions of leaving my husband and what we’ve built together,” Mrs. Cake explained, ignoring Raza’s ears flattening as she continued. “But as I mentioned before, I already have someone that meets my sexual needs. He’s a special friend of mine, but nothing more. And I’m okay with you being a special friend just like him.”

Raza felt a flash of hot jealousy rushing through his body as he heard the second mention of his mysterious friend with benefits, having barely processed the fact when Mrs. Cake mentioned him the first time back in the bakery. Now, being offered to still be physically intimate with Mrs. Cake, this carnal adversary was at the forefront of his mind. Was this mysterious lover also wanting Mrs. Cake to leave her husband? Did he have a stronger build than the pathetic scrawny stallion Mrs. Cake was married too? Raza doubted he would be able to get proper answers right then and there, and just waited for Mrs. Cake to continue.

“But please,” Mrs. Cake’s face morphed into the tell-tale one of an older mare trapped as her lips quivered and her eyes looked down at the ground. “Once you find a special somepony for real, one that you can have a full relationship with…please don’t come back for me. I need you to promise me that in order for this to work.”

“I promise,” Raza blurted the words out without skipping a beat, glancing at a stray piece of paper near them on the ground. Taking the paper and finding a pen within reach, Raza wrote his contact information on one half of the paper before ripping the bottom half and giving it to Mrs. Cake with the pen. “Just need your contact information, and I’ll let you salvage your day.”

Mrs. Cake took the ripped piece of paper and began writing with a forehoof, willing herself not to tell Raza that he didn’t quite ruin her day. Sure it was a mixture of highs and lows, but the events left the chubby blue mare with more to think about than anything else. Finishing writing everything on the paper and exchanging contact information with the zebra stud, Mrs. Cake tossed the dirty pen back onto the alley floor as Raza got up and gave a long look at the mare before smiling and galloping away.

As he bolted farther away from Sugarcube Corner, he earned glances from the citizens of Ponyville as he galloped back to where he lived. The promise wasn’t necessarily a lie, given that in some crazy hypothetical where Raza ended up meeting a mare he wanted more, he would without a doubt commit to her and leave Mrs. Cake be. But the truth was, Raza had no intentions of entertaining what he considered a fool’s dream. He had everything he could ever desire in Mrs. Cake’s beautiful pink eyes, deeply sweet smile, and ridiculously fat cupcake-marked cheeks. No mare his age would compare to that, and Raza was okay with being friends with benefits in the meantime…

Sure enough, he would win her over.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake stared at the paper in her forehoof with Raza’s contact information before folding it and stashing it in her outfit and walking back to Sugarcube Corner. It would’ve been one thing to just have casual hookups here and there, and leave it at that, but two regular lovers that knew about her husband and bakery? Her head was spinning, and as much as her loins clenched with anticipation, her mind was wracked with whether she was getting in over her head with this new dynamic.

Additional Characters: Pegasus Stallion, Pegasus/Unicorn Couple
Contains lesbian griffondom with light hypnosis, oral sex, talon-play, master/sub dynamics, voyeurism and then participation encouraged with bribery, strap-ons, mare on mare make outs, bisexual awakening, stallion masturbation, MILF bukkake, and very eagerly received degradation!

“So, that’s what been happening with my friend since last time we saw each other,” Mrs. Cake spoke to Phoenix, who stared at her with wide amber eyes intently as the muscular griffoness quietly listened to the long story the chubby mare was saying. And while Mrs. Cake was comfortable enough with the shopkeeper to reveal her name as Cup Cake, or “Ms. Cake” for short (even though it was obvious to the griffoness that she really was Mrs. Cake), the blue mare still wore her absurd disguise of sunglasses and a bright pink dress that conveniently hid her cutie marks. Phoenix had spent the past half-hour, with only a steady influx of customers going in and out of her shop, listening to Mrs. Cake talk about her “friend” getting fucked by a zebra in the club and pounded by a griffon masseur not a week later, and then getting pursued by that same zebra for more fun times despite having a husband during all of this.

The griffoness tried and failed at points to hold back the smile that was growing on her beak, simply in awe that the married mare that came in the first time a nervous wreck had ended up doing so much since then. It just seemed that there were hardly any limits to what the chubby blue mare was willing to do, and Phoenix’s tail flicked from side to side as she was quickly thinking of a plan to pass the time and have fun. Ever since she came watching Mrs. Cake sucking off stallions, the memory had played in the griffoness’ mind on repeat as she had grown further curious of what Mrs. Cake would do to get off. What she would do to get the attention of someone who wasn’t her lame-dicked husband. With the silence between Mrs. Cake and Phoenix lasting long enough, the griffoness spoke up.

“So do you think a husband and two coltfriends will be enough for this ‘friend’ of yours?” Phoenix giggled, and even though she couldn’t see Mrs. Cake’s eyes widen because of the sunglasses, she still savored the small motion of the mare’s mouth dropping open a little as she blushed profusely.

“What do you m-mean by that?” Mrs. Cake stammered, and in that moment, the chubby blue mare noticed that Phoenix had leaned closer while still remaining comfortably on her stool. Even though she had already noticed the griffoness’ significantly stronger figure, even in comparison to Dusty, Mrs. Cake started to feel like prey looking at Phoenix’s figure this time. Slightly standing up on her stool, stretching out her foreleg and moving a talon in circles above Mrs. Cake’s fluffy crimson tail while using her other talon to gently caress the blue mare’s face, Phoenix watched as the MILF’s eyes became a lot less focused. Feeling practically hypnotized by the surprisingly silky touch of Phoenix’s talon on her face, Mrs. Cake allowed herself to feel really good but still further pressed the griffoness. “Phoenix, what are you-”

“Until I say so, you won’t be calling me that,” Phoenix’s piercing amber eyes looked into Mrs. Cake’s unfocused gaze as she continued, subtly placing one of the digits on her talon into the blue mare’s mouth. “Till I say otherwise, I will be calling you Cup and you’ll be calling me Ms. Nix. Do we have that understood?”

“Yes…” Mrs. Cake whispered in an entranced state, barely noticing part of Phoenix’s talon in her mouth.

“What?” Phoenix tilted her head to the side as she waited for an answer.

“Yes, Ms. Nix,” Mrs. Cake said a little louder before instinctively sucking on Phoenix’s digit.

“Beautiful,” Phoenix beamed like a colt in a candy shop, her heart soaring in her chest as she was about to experience a lot more than she expected on a simple day at her shop. Jumping off her stool and behind Mrs. Cake, the griffoness proceeded to press the blue mare’s back down until she sat down. Pressing her dark red chest against Mrs. Cake’s back, Phoenix began to move her talon down the married mare’s back and gently touch the mare’s pussy lips without yet penetrating her. As she waited a few moments to test if Mrs. Cake would indeed back away or accept the touch, Phoenix felt her own loins getting fired up at the blue mare’s lack of resistance. Truly having such a useless husband was starting to break the older mare, and Phoenix was more than happy to be another giver in Mrs. Cake’s increasingly desperate and depraved desires. With no complaints from the mare, Phoenix removed her hot pink dress and tossed it to the floor before continuing. Sinking two of her digits inside Mrs. Cake’s accepting and wet cunt, Phoenix pressed her beak against the chubby MILF’s crimson mane as she whispered in her ears. “How dumb do you take me to be? Saying all these intimate and specific details about some shit that ‘your friend’ did. ‘My friend this’ and ‘my friend that’ is all you’d go on about. I knew exactly who you were as soon as you first walked into my shop with that pathetic disguise…just some repressed housewife that would do anything to have her needs fulfilled…”

Everything about the fat and needy MILF served to Phoenix’s fantasies, from her chubby blue ass cheeks, her quick to be submissive nature, and even the fat blue ponut that she could see a glimpse of behind the mother’s curly tail. But there was a part of the mother that was hidden to Phoenix’s line of vision, part of her that was just as appealing as the rest. Further fingerblasting Mrs. Cake’s increasingly soppy wet pussy with two of her digits, Phoenix then used her other talon to start twisting the chubby blue mare’s crotchteats. Mrs. Cake was in euphoric bliss beyond thoughts, moaning whorishly and not caring if anyone saw her cutie marks or her moaning like a prostitute on the side of the road.

“I will admit,” Phoenix spoke with a gasp, feeling her griffon instincts starting to take over as she fully indulged in her selfishness. “My original intent was to just squeeze you out of bits like I do for all my other customers, I’m a shopkeeper after all. But watching you suck dick the way you did? I knew I had to shoot my shot and try you out, have a proper go at ya~”

Mrs. Cake hardly cared about what Phoenix was saying, not caring how the griffoness used her so long as she got off. Panting, moaning louder as she was moments away from reaching her orgasm, Mrs. Cake felt her entire chubby body beginning to shudder with profound need until Phoenix removed her digits out of the MILF’s body and the ones that were twisting at the baker’s blueberry-like teats. Two seconds after the sensations stopped, did Mrs. Cake snap out of it with a crashing disappointment at not being able to get off. Focusing her previously lust-filled gaze on Phoenix as she wore the smuggest smirk that she’d ever seen on a griffon’s beak.

“This isn’t a charity,” Phoenix shrugged as she proceeded to turn around and present her pussy lips to the older mare. “If you want something from me, you either have to pay or work for it, and I’m not accepting payment right now.”

Mrs. Cake’s jaw dropped, staring at the blatant display from another female for a change. Accepting pleasure from Phoenix was easy, but the chubby blue mare simply hadn’t thought of a mare that way in a long time. Not since her very close friendship with Pear Butter, where she longed for the sweetness of the orange mare, but she only had eyes for Bright Mac. She was tempted to tell the shopkeeper that she didn’t swing that way, being mostly confident in that answer, but felt the mental stronghold that was placed on her from the young griffoness’ hypnosis and blatant toying. She felt far less inclined to resist than if Phoenix had started immediately with showing her bits to the mare, and didn’t want to be rude and disobey Nix in front of her. Both turned on beyond words and incredibly nervous from the first time experience that was unfolding in front of her, Mrs. Cake stepped up to Phoenix’s pussy lips and leaned forward, giving a timid lick and feeling her heart skip a beat at the sudden shout that caught her off guard.

“CUP!” Phoenix growled, before her voice considerably softened. “You can do better than that! Just feel out what you’ve been receiving with me so far, and then your natural subby pony instincts will take care of the rest~”

Mrs. Cake still felt apprehensive, slightly more aware that having taken off her sunglasses at somepoint earlier and her dress, she was far more exposed. Even though she only had to worry about other adults walking into the shop, it was still a public place where all kinds of creatures could walk in on her. The fear was spiraling with her arousal to simply degrade herself for the griffoness, to be used by her. Why did this turn her on? Did she like giving up control to predatory creatures? Was that really the natural desire of all ponies? Regardless of the answers to all her questions, Mrs. Cake was deeply invested in taking on Phoenix’s challenge and jumping into the deep end of the pool. Sitting down and placing a forehoof on each of Phoenix’s considerably big yet firmly muscular ass cheeks, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath before diving into her first time pleasuring a hen, or really anyone of the same sex, for the first time. Slipping her fat and short pony tongue inside and wriggling it against the griffoness’ vaginal walls, Phoenix signed and slightly moved back and forth into the chubby blue MILF’s first-time oral on a hen, a hunch that the griffoness had. Further corrupting the once faithful married mare into blatantly servicing her in the public adult sex shop was the icing on the cake, or more accurately, the icing on top of Mrs. Cake. The chubby blue mare’s husband, in Phoenix’s personal opinion, had to be completely pathetic and dense on another level to metaphorically chase Mrs. Cake off into the carnal pleasures of not only two other lovers, but to swing for another team entirely!

Occasionally using her light tail to “push” Mrs. Cake’s face further into her pussy, Phoenix snickered and savored degrading the MILF as much as the blue mare would allow her.

“That’s a good pet, Cup, you like being a great pet for your Nix?” Phoenix purred, continuing to rock her hips back and forth as she indulged her temporary pony slave in a little affection. “That’s right, I know you get off on this far more than anything your husband can-”

The chime of the door went off, and Phoenix looked over her shoulder right away and saw a tall dark brown pegasus stallion with a pale blue and thick mohawk, with bright yellow eyes similar to the shopkeeper. The confidence and pure masculinity that oozed from the stallion that walked in like he owned the place, stopped like a record scratch in real time as he froze and took in the scene before him. Almost at the same time, Mrs. Cake pulled her mouth off Phoenix’s pussy and stared at the stallion in shock with griffoness fluids still plastered on her muzzle. Briefly noting that the stallion looked kind of like Thunderlane, Mrs. Cake’s state of speechlessness wasn’t to last for long as Phoenix smiled.

“Welcome to Greedy Griffon Grabs & Gems!” Phoenix beamed, before glancing down with a smirk and a gentle swat of her tail against Mrs. Cake’s cheek. “Did I say to stop?”

While the griffoness’ question carried a more soothingly seductive tone than anything else, Mrs. Cake looked up to see Phoenix’s bedroom eyes slowly morph into a disapproving glare. It wasn’t Phoenix’s fault, Mrs. Cake told herself, that the chubby blue mare was embarrassed and wanted to run out of the shop. Her sexual escapades were something that Mrs. Cake would never tire of, but she was afraid of the slippery slope that came with trying to get away with anything and everything. She was still convinced that it’ll all catch up with her at some point, but there was no denying the powerful griffoness and her piercing cat-like eyes. The superior size and strength of the sensual and sapphic shopkeeper wasn’t something Mrs. Cake even wanted to deny, more than happy to submit to the dominant griffoness that was barely older than half her age!

Placing her hooves back on Phoenix’s ass cheeks where they were before, Mrs. Cake inadvertently made eye contact with the wide-eyed stallion for a brief moment before going back to being muzzle-deep into Phoenix’s wet pussy. This time, using her powerful muscles to occasionally clench around the chubby mare’s muzzle with her own pussy, Phoenix snickered as she savored the pleasure the MILF afforded her before glancing at the clearly erect pegasus before her.

“So you appear to be a new customer,” Phoenix chirped, not moving from her spot for obvious reasons. And with the customer’s throbbing and well-endowed length pulsing underneath him, he also didn’t move as the griffoness smiled. “So what’s your name? Or are you here in secret?”

“No, I’m a single stallion,” the pegasus shrugged, trying his damn best not to blush as he continued. “My name is Sky Scraper, I just like to take care of forests and the wildlife. That sort of stuff.”

“Hmm,” Phoenix hummed, both because she was curiously staring at his fishing rod cutie marks, and because of the vigorous treatment she was getting from the chubby blue mare behind her. “Well, you should be more of the one asking questions then. After all, I highly doubt you’re here for the dildos. No judgment if you are though…”

“Well, I heard there were gloryholes here,” Sky remarked, staring at the bright neon letters in the corner of the shop. “Is there a mare in there right now?”

“Afraid not,” Phoenix shook her head. “Although if you’d like to stick around and enjoy the show, neither of us will be opposed. If you want anything, perhaps a healthy amount of lube bottles next time you get laid, I’d be more happy to give you a big discount…”

“There’s a catch, isn’t there?” Sky tilted his head, partially to savor the sight of the chubby mare eating out Phoenix now that he knew it was okay.

“Well, considering there might be more customers cumming in,” Phoenix snickered. “I think I’ll be asking for their assistance as well as yours. We’re going to see, how, mmmmph, how much it takes to break her. Look how desperate she is already. Can you think of anypony else who would do something like this?”

“I suppose not,” Sky smiled a little, his length slapping against his chest as he restrained himself from jerking off. If he was going to make off with a great discount and get in on the action, Sky was more than happy to remain still as the next two ponies walked into the shop. Seeing a dark gray unicorn stallion and bright green pegasus mare walking in next, their eyes widened predictably at the show that was unfolding before them.

“Well this is a surprise,” the gray unicorn turned to look at the pegasus as he leaned towards her. “Uh, Everglade? Are you sure you want to be here?”

“Honestly, Coal?” the green pegasus giggled, placing a kiss on her coltfriend’s cheek before glancing at the show with a half-lidded gaze and wide smile. “I think I actually want to be here even more~”

“Seems like my kind of mare,” Phoenix snickered, having overheard most of the conversation as she gave a grunt and came all over Mrs. Cake’s face. During the whole exchange between the couple, Mrs. Cake had really gone into overdrive. Phoenix couldn’t attest to how much effort the chubby mare had put into her carnal encounters with the husband and the two side pieces, but the strong dark red griffoness had a hunch that her determination to please the shopkeeper had eclipsed all those occasions. Phoenix was a paragon of dominance that superseded many of her lovers’ past partners, and she knew it. Although one of the novelties she didn’t normally experience was a chubby MILF that was way too sweet for her own good, and the brand new encounter had gotten to Phoenix as she growled with each spurt of her fluids landing on the mare’s face. Mrs. Cake kept her eyes closed and gulped as much of the juices as she could, noticing an earthy yet pleasant taste to Phoenix’s pleasure juices. Yet, Mrs. Cake treated the superior griffoness’ cum like it was her last meal, slobbering all over the strong griffoness’ ass cheeks and moaning loudly for the trio of ponies watching.

The couple had stood by Sky, staring in awe at how dedicated a slave could be to their master. At least, that was the dynamic the couple assumed. Mrs. Cake pulled back once she had assumed she had gotten all the juices off Phoenix’s ass, still having her eyes closed as she licked her own eyelids and muzzle of the juices still plastered onto her fur.

“While you all are surprise guests for the show,” Phoenix flicked her tail playfully before she continued. “I will appreciate you assisting in my performance, to ultimately see how willing this mare is to fall from grace. Of course, I won’t divulge really personal information about her, but this mare is in a place where she is desperate to get away and truly liberate herself to carnal pleasures. For your time and effort, I’m more than happy to offer big discounts on whatever you three may buy afterwards.”

“Works for me,” Sky smirked, glancing down at the medium-height stallion next to him. The unicorn named Coal glanced sheepishly at his marefriend ogling the cum-covered MILF before trying to hide his own growing erection between his legs. While their relationship was mostly a happy one, Coal wasn’t stupid. He knew while his youthful partner with her long yellow and red mane never wanted to be a mother, she had a deep-seated desire for fucking a MILF. The manifestation of one so openly whorish appearing in the shop wasn’t a coincidence to Coal, so instead of resisting, he decided to let his marefriend explore her desire through. Even though he couldn’t be 100% sure that the mysterious blue mare was a mother, he had a hunch from the way she blushed and stared wide-eyed at the three ponies ogling her in different ways. Phoenix then lightly slapped Mrs. Cake’s shoulder with a talon.

“Cup, I’m going to have you face the group and remain staring ahead while I get ready,” Phoenix ordered the chubby blue mare before walking off towards a door closer to her counter, one that had a lot of her additional inventory. Staring at the three of the ponies, Mrs. Cake got a good chance to survey them with a deep blush on her face. After all, if this special trio would get to know Mrs. Cake in such a perverse light, she might as well know their identities too.

Sky Scraper, the stallion that Mrs. Cake already known to be a nature specialist, smirked down at the chubby mare. Definitely a different air to him than the shock that etched every inch of his face when he walked in. The unicorn stallion that was Coal had a dark orange mane, as well as having a tiny fireplace for his cutie marks. And if Mrs. Cake had to judge looking at the couple side by side, the dark gray unicorn was far more reserved with his inconsistent gaze and deep blush on his face. The bright green pegasus, a wide variety in colors in contrast to her coltfriend, didn’t notice the awkwardness from everyone else in the room. Staring at Mrs. Cake dead in the eyes with her fluttering long eyelashes and her sky blue eyes, the pegasus mare looked like she was going to lunge for the MILF at any moment. Everglade occasionally winked and blew kisses at the chubby blue mare, even though the pegasus looked to be in her 20s. The fact that not only stallions, but those of the same sex so deeply wanted Mrs. Cake for everything she had to offer, more than her husband…was both exhilarating and disappointing. Moreso the latter as the chubby blue mare anticipated what Phoenix had in store for her next. Staring at the bright red parrot that made up Everglade’s cutie marks, Mrs. Cake’s heart skipped a beat at the pitter-patter of Phoenix’s talons and paws as she started walking back towards the blue mare. She waited for the big griffoness to announce what was happening, only to receive the shock of her life.

With Phoenix resting her talons firmly on Mrs. Cake’s shoulders as she properly mounted the mare, the big griffoness had her hindlegs pressed against the chubby mare’s hindlegs as something hit the entrance of the blue-furred MILF’s pussy without penetrating her just yet. Mrs. Cake gasped, her eyes shooting wide as she bit her lip and restrained herself from yelling the question at the forefront of her mind.

Is she wearing a STRAP-ON?!

“You two stallions come closer,” Phoenix ordered, waiting till Sky and Coal stood on each side of Mrs. Cake before continuing. “You two will jerk yourselves off, but don’t cum until I say. Edge yourself if you need to, but I promise the end result will be worth it. You, Everglade, don’t think I haven’t seen how you’ve been looking at Cup here. You get to touch her directly, and I want you to start making out with her as soon as I penetrate her~”

“Thank you~” Everglade licked her lips, her wings opening out from her sides as her yellow and red tail flicked from side to side. Trotting up to Mrs. Cake, the chubby blue mare didn’t get the impression that the green pegasus had any idea of shame. Or subtlety for that matter. Blatantly gasping in awe as she looked at Mrs. Cake up and down, Mrs. Cake knew she didn’t have to worry about the young adult pegasus lacking any sort of passion. Why, she saw more excitement on Everglade’s face than she did from most stallions!

“So, do we have that all understood and clear?” Phoenix asked, and continued after getting eager nods from all three parties. Leaning down and pressing her beak against Mrs. Cake’s ear, Phoenix whispered. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Cake whispered, barely as a whisper as she felt the eyes of three different ponies on her, close enough to where they could hear the two if they tried.

“Yes what?” Phoenix purred, not penetrating Mrs. Cake yet. The big griffoness knew that the chubby MILF still remembered what to call her, and was affirmed by Mrs. Cake’s ears flickering as she glanced at the griffoness over her shoulder.

“Yes, Ms. Nix,” Mrs. Cake said, feeling a whirlwind of sensations within the next five seconds. Feeling the griffoness shopkeeper’s several inches of strap-on plunge inside the chubby blue mare’s depths, the MILF was about to yelp when she saw Everglade move quickly in a blur, lunging forward and pressing her lips against the older mare’s lips. Mrs. Cake gave a muffled sound into Everglade’s mouth, her eyes still wide open from the sensation of both the pegasus and the griffoness. She was ultimately confused by it, having some familiarity from being plowed from behind very recently. But still, it was very different and not just because she was making out with another mare. She concluded that it wasn’t better or worse, just a unique experience that was just as easy to savor and enjoy. She felt the slow yet noticeable sensation of Phoenix pushing more inches of the attached toy inside her until the griffoness had hilted Mrs. Cake. She glanced at Sky and Coal using a forehoof to jerk off their throbbing erect lengths before properly closing her eyes to kiss the green pegasus back. That was when Phoenix pulled most of the strap-on out of the chubby mare’s squeezing pussy walls before smacking it back inside, plapping the MILF’s rippling fat blue ass cheeks with the sudden plunge back in.

Phoenix was having a blast regardless of however Mrs. Cake felt about the sapphic sex, just as long as the plump blue MILF was still enjoying herself in the midst of all her conflicting emotions. For Tartarus’ sake, if it weren’t for the fact that the chubby blue mare had an entire family to still take care of where she lived, Phoenix would’ve gladly taken Mrs. Cake as her deliciously MILFy pony slave. In her growing fantasy, she could keep the chubby blue mare with her during shop hours and test out new toys inside the baker’s bun oven. Closing her eyes and imagining fitting all kinds of dildos inside Mrs. Cake’s needy pussy and whoring her out to the gloryholes room as much as she wanted, Phoenix felt a deep and primal urge that rushed from her brain to her limbs, an electrifying need to claim the older mare as much as she possibly could in the moment. Downright clapping Mrs. Cake’s big blue dumptruck with her savage thrusts, Phoenix growled as her inner lioness was coming out. No matter what jollies the three ponies got out of this encounter, there wasn’t a doubt in Phoenix’s mind who was in charge of everything through her domineering voice and predatory presence.

And it seemed that Mrs. Cake knew it most of all, feeling how quickly the blue mare was becoming undone by the unapologetic levels of degradation that was being done to her as a pony. Mrs. Cake had her eyes still closed, feeling Everglade’s eager tongue dominating the absurdly submissive mother’s mouth, the jackhammering of the toy with Phoenix’s strong talons on her shoulders, and the lewd sounds of the two stallions jerking themselves off and giving the occasional moan or grunt. Phoenix then opened her eyes, feeling her MILF slave’s quivering and hearing her loud moaning into the other mare’s mouth. Even though she didn’t know Mrs. Cake’s tells by heart, the dark red griffoness had a hunch that the blue mare was about to burst. Making sure to make eye contact with both Sky Scraper and Coal, both of them clearly edging themselves, Phoenix got their attention.

“On the count of three!” Phoenix yelled. “ONE! TWO!”

At that moment, Phoenix pulled out almost all the way and had Mrs. Cake out of the splash zone of the stallions’ incoming loads. Though, that wouldn’t be for long as she shouted-

“THREE!” Phoenix gave the most powerful thrust her strong griffoness body could give, slamming the entire strap-on inside of Mrs. Cake and hilting the convulsing mare as she pushed both of them into aim of fire for the two stallions. Sky Scraper and Coal moaned almost in unison as they instinctively aimed their cocks at Mrs. Cake and came hot white ropes all over her mane and fur. Everglade had stopped kissing the moment that Phoenix had pulled Mrs. Cake backwards, savoring the moment as she watched a stranger and her coltfriend paint the fucked mare with their seed. With the griffoness still hilted inside of Mrs. Cake despite the stray amount of cum landing on her talons and sides, and the chubby blue mare howling in the throes of her intense orgasm, it was a wet dream beyond Everglade’s expectations. The green pegasus would certainly remember this for a very long time as the day her MILF fantasy came true, and best of all, she got to share it with her coltfriend.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head as she moaned like a gangbanged whore. Her tongue, currently free from the pegasus’ makeout session, rolled out of her mouth as she gave a continuous “AHN!” regardless of who listened to it. Mares, stallions, hens even…the MILF briefly didn’t give a fuck of who was there to watch her debase herself. Her marecum splashed all over the strap-on and Phoenix’s hindlegs, the chubby blue mare’s pussy walls desperately clenched around the toy as if it was actually a part of the griffoness’ body. And if Phoenix asked her to do anything else that day, her shifted brain was ready to do whatever the muscular shopkeeper asked. As she felt Phoenix unmount her, the chubby mare’s legs turned to jelly as she almost toppled over. Well, if it weren’t for the griffoness jumping into the air and catching Mrs. Cake by the forelegs as she was gently lowered to the ground by Phoenix.

“Thanks, Ms. Nix,” Mrs. Cake smiled with her eyes closed, the chubby mare feeling winded from the experience.

“Phoenix is fine now,” Phoenix chuckled before looking at the three ponies. “Just need about ten minutes to clean her up, and I’ll be more than happy to help all three of you get what you came here for~”

Sky Scraper nodded, trotting off to look at the different merchandise. Phoenix noticed Everglade rush up to her coltfriend and started playing with his increasingly erect length, the green pegasus was the only one who technically didn’t orgasm yet, and the griffoness was sure that they were going to change that in the shop. Well, considering the shopkeeper was the one to have kicked off such a lewd and “public” event, Phoenix didn’t see it as her place to judge if they started fucking in the shop or even a quickie in the gloryholes room if they wanted some semblance of privacy. With the couple having walked off giving each other wide smiles and winks aplenty, Phoenix gently helped Mrs. Cake up as they walked to the nearby bathroom.

“Well, you’re definitely my favorite customer~” the dark red griffoness whispered as she anticipated this being far from the last encounter with the married mare and her messy sex life…

Contains fuckbuddies of a shared mare meeting each other, conversations around the morality of cheating, jealous antics, and no smut! Crazy, right?

Raza galloped throughout Ponyville, deep excitement and anxiety rushing through the pounding of his hooves as he sprinted as fast as he could to his destination. He remembered receiving the letter in the mail at his place of residence only two days ago, Mrs. Cake had written it to him to meet up with him at the park. Not expecting sex to happen there specifically unless it was in a very discreet spot at said park, Raza knew that there was going to be another pony there entirely and didn’t want to screw it up in any sort of way. He knew it wasn’t her husband, although with that stallion, Raza really didn’t have anything to go off of besides his voice that he heard when he was eating out Mrs. Cake behind the counter. No, it was the “other-other” lover that Mrs. Cake had taken up before even considering Raza for such purposes. The idea of meeting someone so important to Mrs. Cake in regards to bedroom affairs, someone who was more of Raza’s adversary than the husband was, left the zebra stallion preparing the day of receiving the letter and worrying the day after. And despite the promise that he made to Mrs. Cake to accept only friendship and push him along to find another mare entirely, Raza wasn’t deterred. He couldn’t have been less interested in a mare around his age, having been hooked on the older mare’s sweet and more experienced nature from the jump. Turning from a line of houses and seeing the park in sight, Raza saw the sign saying Gallop Grass Park. His eyes lit up with the name he read in the letter, and trotted towards the park. Having multiple benches, long trees, lots of free space to roam, and even a big pond with a lot of ducks swimming about, Raza smiled at the lovely scenery. Sure it wasn’t the huts or vast plains in Zebrica, but the simplicity of the park and the far cooler weather were unique traits of their own.

Passing by several trees and heading towards the big pond, Raza looked around and underneath the shade of a particularly leafy tree, saw Mrs. Cake. In her serene beauty, with her bright crimson mane and attention-grabbing eyes, Raza was taken with her almost as if he was seeing her for the first time. Lewdness be damned, just the way she could pull him into a kiss was euphoric in of itself. The way she could express kindness to a stranger without asking for anything in return, tugged Raza’s heart in. Seeing her muzzle scrunch up, her eyes closing as she laughed, was the one sound to bring him out of his spell and look to who had made her laugh. A gray griffon with piercing orange eyes and a dark gray beak, who appeared to be about the same age as him, smirked as he stared at Mrs. Cake. What was he doing talking to her? Was he simply asking for directions, and made a witty joke somewhere in his request? Unless he’s…

“RAZA!” Mrs. Cake shouted, having turned her head and looked at the zebra stallion in the distance. She galloped towards the zebra, her fat ass cheeks clapping from the fast movement she was making. Blatantly ogling her behind, the gray griffon flew behind her more slowly as Mrs. Cake stopped inches before crashing into Raza and knocking him down with her heavier body. Beaming at him, her tail flicking from side to side, Mrs. Cake waited till Dusty was beside her before turning to look at him.

“So, this is the other stud I’ve been seeing~” Mrs. Cake giggled, and Raza’s heart dropped at how starry-eyed she got off the jump. Apparently the adversary that the zebra assumed was another pony was a griffon, a predatory creature that had more skill to naturally entertain with their beaks and talons. Certainly not something that intimidated Raza, nor the fact that the griffon was a youthful adult just like he was. Making direct eye contact with the gray griffon’s peering orange eyes, he barely heard Mrs. Cake continue in what she was saying. “His name is Dusty. Dusty, this is Raza that I’ve been telling you about.”

Speaking of talons, Dusty outstretched his surprisingly well-trimmed talon out towards the zebra stallion with a mostly blank expression. If one looked hard enough, they could see a small curve in his beak as he smiled barely enough for anyone to notice. Raza’s ears flickered as he saw Dusty’s beak, yet still smiled at Mrs. Cake assuringly as he placed his forehoof in the griffon’s talon and received a generous and firm “talon-shake” for a few seconds longer than Raza would’ve liked, to the point where Raza was looking at his hoof in Dusty’s talon and frowning, before the griffon smiled wider and pulled away. Mrs. Cake laughed, even though Raza completely missed the humor in the situation.

“Well, I’ll go get you two something to drink over at the stand while you get acquainted,” Mrs. Cake decided. “Do you dears have any sort of preference for what to drink?”

“Anything refreshing is fine,” Raza shrugged.

“A tall cup of you would be great~” Dusty said in a exaggeratedly deeper voice than his normal tone, getting an earnest chuckle out of Mrs. Cake as she turned around and walked away. A small yet clear sting piercing Raza’s heart at the ability that the griffon easily had to make Mrs. Cake laugh, yet the common ground they shared as Mrs. Cake’s special friends wasn’t something to be ignored. Therefore, he didn’t want to start their “partnership” with sneering remarks or Zebrica forbid, a full-on physical altercation. There was just one issue, one that was very prevalent in the fact that he could barely interact with mares. He was left tongue-tied at interacting with someone new, the added nuance of said new creature also fucking the mare that he loved. This was far from a normal situation, so Raza felt his muzzle clamp up and his fur starting to get sweaty. After at least a minute of piercing silence, Dusty looked directly at Raza and spoke. “So, how did you meet Mrs. Cake?”

“Well, we um, met at a nightclub the town over,” Raza explained. “She showed up with friends, but we ran into each other on the other side of the building.”

“Wow, what a chance encounter,” Dusty remarked. “Mine was a bit more unprofessional, to be completely transparent. We met at first with a lot of heated tension, with her as my client, but I didn’t get to properly fuck her until the second time we were together at my job. I could tell she had an epiphany of some sort that allowed the second time to happen…perhaps that was the time with you?”

“You think so?” Raza’s heart fluttered, the idea of being the first one outside of Mrs. Cake’s marriage giving him a slight one-up in his lovesick mind.

“Eh, either that or she’s a major slut,” Dusty snickered, covering his beak with one talon as he tried not to laugh too loud. Feeling his blood boil in an instant, Raza stomped his hoof and glared daggers at the griffon.

“Great Zebrica! Have some sensitivity!” Raza insisted through gritted teeth. “Feeling out other options in such a context is because she feels trapped and unsatisfied. I would expect any other mare in that situation to act in such a manner. She has needs like the rest of us.”

“Er, why the strong feelings about this?” Dusty tilted his head, squinting his eyes as he further observed the fire in the zebra’s expression. The glaring eyes, the flared nostrils, even his ears flattened against his striped mohawk…told Dusty that there was more to this than just a casual fuck. His eyes widening at the realization, he continued. “You like her?”

“Yes, where we’re at right now is merely a temporary spot as far as I’m concerned,” Raza explained, his glare softening a little as the rest of his body visibly relaxed. “I’m more than okay with her getting to know me for who I am before choosing me. But I’ve seen the look in her eyes, and it tells me everything that I need to know.”

“Okay?” Dusty frowned. “But where does that leave me and…I don’t know…her husband?”

“I’m not looking to be a Mr. Cake replacement, depriving her of a diverse sex life,” Raza shrugged. “I want to be her main choice, the one she goes to bed with every night and the one who loves her at the end of the day. There’s room for you and even that lame stallion of hers if he feels so inclined to stick around. But by Zebrica, I don’t want her to miss out on anything that would make her feel fulfilled, sexual or otherwise.”

“So you want your relationship with her to eventually be public,” Dusty whispered, glancing down and placing a talon over his beak as he quietly contemplated for a few moments before looking up. “Dude, have you even thought this through? What would you do if all of this came to light? You would be essentially sinking her marriage and her family, most likely her business, and maybe even her friend group should they find out that she cheats on her husband. What then?”

Raza clamped his muzzle shut, not quite knowing how to respond. As much as he dreamily thought of Mrs. Cake, how much he wanted to give her everything she could ever want, he didn’t have the thoughtfulness to plan that far ahead. He just wanted Mrs. Cake to know how much he was falling for her. He almost slapped a forehoof against his forehead at such a lack of foresight, opting instead to shake his head as Dusty looked back up at him.

“Maybe for her sake, we should both leave the park and drop all this,” Dusty pondered, dropping his talon back to the ground as he frowned a little. “It could still give her a chance to salvage an honest marriage with her husband, coming clean about everything without her entire life blowing up. It’d be far more humble than getting blatantly caught in the act, you know?”

Raza’s head began to ache, lost with the conundrum of blatantly seeing another husband’s mare. He had initiated the act with Mrs. Cake under the assumption that her having sex with another stallion meant she was leaving said husband. Then the second time was in the heat of the moment following him trying to win her over. Now, he had the chance to step back and let her mend the marriage vows that she had broken. But then, he thought about the biting remarks that the blue mare made about herself due to her husband’s lack of interest. The parts of her that Raza embraced and loved, her chubby figure and her older age, were parts of her that she had rejected thanks to her husband. She was always going to seek out validation elsewhere, and not break up with the cuck because of the business and family they shared. Maybe even because she still loved him deep down, though that wasn’t something Raza was particularly fond of dwelling on.

“This was always going to happen,” Raza insisted out loud this time. “She can’t break up with him, not with everything they have. It could’ve been many variations of hypothetical creatures that she would’ve ended up with, and…worse yet, they could’ve been creatures that would blackmail or abuse her! I would never hurt her like that, ever! She’s a mare that deserves the utmost respect.”

Dusty was about to interrupt when he jolted, surprised by Raza’s wide eyes as the zebra stallion stomped the ground.

“I will keep her secret the best I can, and if for whatever reason, this whole situation comes crashing down…” Raza sighed. “I’ll do whatever she asks of me. Stay, leave, whatever is best for her, and I really mean that.”

“Wow, that’s such a noble way of looking at it,” Dusty said in a deadpan voice, letting the zebra stallion assume he was being genuine. If the griffon cock chose to be honest, he would’ve told the zebra that he was chasing a fool’s dream. At least he was being realistic about his place in Mrs. Cake’s life. Glancing at the nature around them, he wondered what he was going to do going forward. There was the option he presented, leaving and not looking back. Maybe allowing the poor mare a chance to keep her stable life, but with Raza fully intent on sticking around, that wasn’t going to happen. If the zebra was intent on being that outlet for her, Dusty might as well fuck around and find out. Grinning, his griffon tail flickering from side to side, Dusty continued. “You know what? You’re absolutely right, and your words have inspired me.”

“What do you mean?” Raza asked, tilting his head.

“I have decided that I might as well shoot my shot, and try to be her one and only husband!” Dusty restrained himself from bursting into laughter, especially after seeing Raza’s jaw drop and his eyes grow wider than saucers as the griffon continued. “Yes! I’ll buy her flowers, chocolates…oh wait, she has her own bakery...but I’ll take her out to some fine dining! Theater! And best of all, my dexterous digits and love of adventure will leave her never bored! Thank you, Raza. You’re a true pal.”

“You fucking ass panda!” Raza blurted out the first string of insults that came to his brain, planting his hooves into the ground as firmly as possible in order to restrain himself from slinging a hard one into the griffon’s skull. “Just two minutes ago, you were questioning if you even wanted to stay around, and now you’re planning on keeping her all to yourself?! At least I have the decency of letting her explore her options if need be. I mean, I highly doubt she’d even want to, considering my skills…”

“Oh really?” Dusty rolled his eyes. “If your skills are that fantastic, why is she still fucking me then?”

“Probably just to try out the field, enjoy sex with a griffon?” Raza shrugged. “Doesn’t mean that ol’ phase won’t grow stale.”

“And I’m sure you’re far more interesting…” Dusty retorted.

Minutes later, Mrs. Cake returned with the three bottles tucked in one foreleg, walking towards the two with her jaw dropped at what she was seeing. Watching Raza, who was stomping the ground and raising his voice, and Dusty, who was squawking with his wings flapping about, arguing back and forth, Mrs. Cake sighed. With the two being grown adults, she honestly expected the meeting to have gone a lot smoother.

Guess it is true that mares mature a lot faster than stallions.

Contains established rules of a friends-with-benefits situation, blowjobs, ass play, teat play, stealth oral sex in a mostly empty park, and getting caught!

Walking through the park with a gray griffon cock on one side and a zebra stud on the other, Mrs. Cake sipped her bottled strawberry lemonade before letting out a big exhale. After receiving their drinks and cooling off, profusely blushing from getting caught acting like colts in front of Mrs. Cake, the three of them decided to go for a walk. While Dusty seemed more visibly relaxed despite the argument minutes before, even looking downright content with a bottle of root beer in one talon, the same couldn’t be said for Raza. The zebra had a face like he had just walked into some mud, his muzzle all scrunched up as he barely drank from his own bottle of root beer. Dusty looked at Mrs. Cake before looking at the zebra stallion and speaking up.

“So whatcha do in your free time?” Dusty asked. “I said I met Mrs. Cake at my job, but I suppose I didn’t mention what it was, huh? I work as a masseur, pays pretty well and fulfills my enjoyment in life. And no, before you ask, Mrs. Cake is the only client that I’ve gotten…unprofessional with, so to speak.”

“Even if that wasn’t the case, I really don’t mind,” Mrs. Cake shrugged. “I want Raza to eventually find someone to settle down with, and the same applies to you, Dusty. Just don’t do anything that’ll make you lose your job.”

“Heh, yeah,” Dusty chuckled. “But seriously Raza, what do you do for a living? Or for fun? Surely your only goal in life isn’t just to-”

“I’m a caretaker,” Raza rolled his eyes as his movement perked up a little, more than eager to shut up the griffon as he stood up straight and looked at the two. “At a senior living facility, for various ponies and even the occasional other creature in their last years of life.”

“Oh,” the smugness was wiped off Dusty’s face as he looked briefly at his bottle before back at the zebra. “That’s actually pretty cool.”

“And sweet,” Mrs. Cake agreed.

“Yeah,” Raza nodded, puffing his chest a little as he continued. “I may not be some macho stud scoring it with the mares left and right, but the older folks love my company. And with how many of them used to have some racist reservations about me, I consider that an achievement in itself.”

“Eh,” Dusty shrugged. “It’s not really our responsibility to make ponies like us, but I see what you mean.”

Mrs. Cake looked at the two, still coming to terms with how the two guys differed from what she thought she knew about griffons and zebras. She realized that she was blatantly generalizing about so many aspects of them, that she had just let herself acknowledge them by their individual selves instead of their species. Sure some parts of them were true, like griffons having predatory instincts to hunt their partners in the bedroom, but Raza was a wild card in the sense that he was a far cry from what she knew of zebras. It left her intrigued to know more, but for now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

“So the reason why I’ve brought you two here, besides that you two should meet each other,” Mrs. Cake explained. “Is that if I’m going to have regular partners out of wedlock, there should obviously be some ground rules to establish boundaries. After all, I’m still an older mare with a business and a family. And those two parts of my life come first and foremost.”

“Agreed, and understood,” Dusty nodded fast. “I’m not planning on putting a bun in your oven anyways~!”

Mrs. Cake snorted at the wordplay, and Raza rolled his eyes before nodding at what the chubby blue mare was saying. Even if Dusty didn’t take this arrangement seriously, the zebra stallion believed that he cared far more about what Mrs. Cake had to say. After all, what kind of future husband would he be if he didn’t listen with both ears?

“Well, anyways,” Mrs. Cake giggled a bit before speaking a bit more seriously. “You two are allowed a sexual relationship with me for the time being, and even a friendship with or without that involved! But the most that we’ll ever be are friends, and nothing more.”

“Damn, you’re telling me I can’t date Raza here?” Dusty pouted, before blowing an exaggerated kiss in the zebra’s direction as Raza gave a scrunched up expression like he was going to vomit on the spot.

“Not in a million years,” Raza scoffed.

“So you’re saying there’s a chance-”

“Alright, alright,” Mrs. Cake interrupted the two before they could get into another bickering contest. Raza took a deep breath, trying to maintain his cool despite Mrs. Cake trying to once again deny how she felt as well as Dusty’s antics. Of course as long as she says such, Raza would be her friend with benefits. But the older mare wasn’t dumb, knowing how he felt and still letting him be so close to her. She was knowingly leaving the door open for him to continue shooting his shot, and that’s exactly what Raza would do. As the two guys went silent, Mrs. Cake continued. “Of course, if this wasn’t clear, no one else is to know of our personal arrangement. Especially not my husband.”

“Yes ma’am,” both Dusty and Raza said in unison with a level of shared nervousness, only imagining what a fierce mother bear Mrs. Cake would turn into at either one of them being a threat to her family.

“Good, and the third rule is that if either of you visits Sugarcube Corner, you let me know in advance even though you’ll have a coverup story,” Mrs. Cake added. “And while I’m clearly no gold digger, there is a bit of money needed. For regular birth control potions that you two need to take turns paying for. Zecora, the zebra in the Everfree Forest, sells them for dirt cheap. Which leads to another rule, that you cannot mention me as part of this arrangement to anyone whether it be a good buddy, Zecora, or a stranger on the other side of Equestria.”

“That means you can’t be telling your elderly pals about her big booty,” Dusty quipped just as Raza took a swig of his drink, causing the zebra to spit it out as the gray griffon squawked with laughter. “Woo! I crack myself up sometimes…”

“At least I know you’re listening,” Mrs. Cake sighed with a small smile. “Unless they’re spontaneous creatures passing by, you’ll need my permission if you intend on bringing anyone from your personal lives as a ‘plus one’ for fun times.”

“Like the old folks!” Dusty squawked.

“You’re not funny!” Raza shouted, slightly humored but also annoyed at the griffon’s excessiveness. As much as he wanted to like Dusty, the threat of the griffon further pursuing Mrs. Cake still lingered on his mind. It was almost as if the gray griffon was trying to get a rise out of him. But the last rule didn’t really bother Raza at all. Anything was possible, but he really didn’t have anyone he intended to go and fuck Mrs. Cake for obvious reasons.

The chubby blue mare pondered if there were any other rules to add, or if it would be of any relevance to mention the fact that they technically weren’t the only fuckbuddies or sexual contact she had recently. They likely assumed that she was still having sex with her husband, but definitely didn’t know about Phoenix, the many “clients” she “serviced” in the gloryholes room of the shop, or those three spectators. Plus, how would she say it out loud? Rule number 7 was that she’s allowed to fuck whoever? Isn’t that implied the moment she decided to hook up outside of her marriage? And Celestia forbade her to try to make “no means no” a rule. If Dusty and Raza didn’t already know that, they’d have far bigger problems. Nodding after two minutes of silence, Mrs. Cake looked at Dusty and Raza.

“Seems like that’s about as many rules I’d consider to be appropriate,” Mrs. Cake decided. “What about you two? Does that both work for you?”

“I see no problem with it, I’ve got plenty of money for the birth control potions,” Dusty shrugged.

“Seems like a great plan for the time being,” Raza agreed, emphasizing the ‘time being’ part in his mind as he saw Dusty grin with his tail flicking back and forth.

“Now that our agreement is in order, let’s suck on it!” Dusty declared, earning puzzled expressions from both Mrs. Cake and Raza as he rushed ahead of them. Looking over his shoulder, Dusty continued. “Follow me, you two. There’s a very secluded spot behind a bunch of trees and bushes, I’ll show you.”

Mrs. Cake, and Raza who occasionally glanced at the beautifully blue baker, followed Dusty as he ran towards the spot like a cat chasing after a red dot on the ground. Fortunately as the sun was beginning to set, the park was closing for the night as families were leaving, making Mrs. Cake more at ease to follow Dusty in whatever mischievous plans he might have going on. The security guard would be the only one hanging out in the park, and Mrs. Cake highly doubted he was going to look around wherever they went. Watching as Dusty disappeared behind a group of trees, Mrs. Cake and Raza slowly followed him. With both a large set of bushes and the trees surrounding them, Mrs. Cake didn’t have to wonder for long what Dusty had planned. The gray griffon had stood on his paws, his back against the tree as his long dark gray cock stood sharply in contrast to his regular gray shade of fur and feathers. Raza stopped, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he saw his adversary blatantly sporting his longer equipment.

“So,” Dusty snickered as he took in both his friends’ gobsmacked expressions. “In order to seal the deal with both of us, Mrs. Cake, why don’t you blow both of us? To suck on it, so to speak.”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” Mrs. Cake chuckled. “Okay, but I’m going to choose Raza first. I’m a bit smarter than you give me credit for, Dusty. I can tell you’ve been giving him an especially hard time~”

With the last two words slipping out of Mrs. Cake’s mouth, her forehoof reached down to Raza’s mostly flaccid length as she began playing with it. Raza didn’t have time to gloat as he felt the pleasurable sensation right away, closing his eyes and giving a deep moan. Mrs. Cake played with his length a bit longer, coaxing it until all of Raza’s cock was hard and erect. Gesturing her head towards the tree next to Dusty, Raza didn’t need any more cues to know what she meant. Galloping over to the other tree, Raza stood on his hindlegs and rested his back against the mildly uncomfortable sensation of the tree’s wood while his own wood awaited Mrs. Cake’s touch. The chubby blue mare hummed happily as she walked towards Raza slowly, swaying her wide hips and fat ass cheeks from side to side as if she had done this routine many times before. Dusty even jumped off his tree and walked up behind Mrs. Cake. While he didn’t intend on fucking her yet, making sure she got needy just from the feeling alone of blowing dick, Dusty set to play with a pair of teats that he had deeply missed since their last encounter. Swooping in and twisting the MILF’s blueberry-like crotchteats before Mrs. Cake even started blowing Raza. The blue mare gasped, letting out a long moan as her mouth opened wide. Taking the opportunity, but not in a way that would be rude, Raza slowly placed his forehooves on each side of Mrs. Cake’s forehead as he gently pulled her to his erect cock.

Feeling the tip land on her tongue, Mrs. Cake became aware of what Raza was doing, and surged forward as she hilted him in her mouth. Feeling the sensation of Raza’s eight inches of glory in her mouth and partially down her throat, Mrs. Cake’s eyes watered from the pressure and caved from the combination of that and the teat play that Dusty was blatantly doing. Moaning loudly against Raza’s length, Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as marecum squirted all over Dusty’s forelegs and chest.

“Holy shit!” Dusty cackled, looking up at Raza with a smirk. “Told you she’s a slut, ain’t that right, Mrs. Cake?”

Neither Mrs. Cake or Raza could get mad at the griffon’s remark. Mrs. Cake was hornier than a young mare having sex for the first time, and Raza was in awe of how Mrs. Cake looked from where he was standing. He could hardly believe that this was the same mare that had bossed him around in an alleyway, but then again, Raza was aware that Dusty was subtly calling the shots in this particular situation. He knew that to an extent, Mrs. Cake liked it rough and fiery hot, the spontaneous acts that her pathetic husband lacked. And as much as he reasonably could, Raza wanted to give her just that. Pulling out most of his thick length from her throat and mouth, giving the chubby blue mare some relief as she breathed in and out through her nostrils, Raza surprised her by slipping most of his cock back in. Mrs. Cake moaned, clapping her ass cheeks on instinct and further getting Dusty’s attention. Seeing her rippling ass cheeks around her fat blue ponut was more addicting than it had any right to be, and so Dusty kept one talon tweaking her sensitive nipples while having the other getting a talonful of MILF ass. As he did that, and Raza slowly but repeatedly pounded his cock into Mrs. Cake’s mouth, the chubby blue mare took the free time to appreciate what she liked about both their dicks and compare.

For one, Raza had a shorter length by at least a couple of inches, but it was much thicker and arguably the bigger overall dick in the chubby blue mare’s opinion. However, just from a good look, she knew that Dusty’s dick was longer. Feeling Raza’s balls repeatedly slapping against her chin, and Dusty playing with both her ass and her teats, steadily helped her fall into a mushy lust puddle as they upped the ante. Started to thrust in earnest, his balls continuously smacking Mrs. Cake’s muzzle in the best way possible, Raza closed his eyes as he refrained from noticing Dusty. As far as he was concerned, this was him and Mrs. Cake submitting to each other and becoming one with their bodies. Hilting his entire length into Mrs. Cake’s mouth one more time, Raza kept his forehooves gently on the chubby blue mare’s head as he sighed and unloaded his zebra seed down her throat. Despite the discomfort that came with deepthroating, including the occasional test to her gag reflex, Mrs. Cake couldn’t be happier to gulp down the young adult zebra’s load. She would’ve stayed there for at least several minutes if it weren’t for a loud and harsh smack on the ass from Dusty as he rushed up to Raza.

“Alright Mr. Greedy Nut,” Dusty squawked as Raza was trying to enjoy his post-nut feelings. “Switch places with me, will you? You’re not the only one trying to get your freak on, considering this was my idea.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Raza rolled his eyes and scowled, rubbing Mrs. Cake’s crimson mane in circles with his heart warming up at seeing her muzzle-deep on his dick. “I’m not going to push her off me though, let her move on her own.”

Pulling back, Mrs. Cake licked her lips as she laughed at Raza.

“No need to talk about me like I’m not even here,” Mrs. Cake chuckled. “Yes, that only seems fair. And of course, I was going to play with this bird’s cock anyways~”

Raza sighed, landing on all four hooves as he got off the tree after having properly gotten off himself, letting Dusty take his exact place as the griffon stood on his paws and rested his back against the tree again. Looking like the cat who ate the canary, Dusty brought a talon to his chest and winked down at Mrs. Cake as she moved towards him.

“Hey, don’t worry about deepthroating all of this~” Dusty purred, thrusting his hips and emphasizing his length as the near foot-long bitchbreaker slapped against his chest and belly fur. Mrs. Cake kept walking towards his length like it was a siren’s call luring her further into temptation until the siren took her down. And to the chubby blue mare who was already far gone in her unfaithful actions, Mrs. Cake couldn’t have cared less as she pressed her muzzle against Dusty’s intoxicating length and rubbed her nostrils up and down it. While deepthroating was Mrs. Cake’s preference when it came to Raza, a much longer length deserved a different approach. Taking in the vaguely earthy musk of the griffon, Mrs. Cake placed kisses from the base of the cock’s cock before reaching the tip and swirling her tongue around it.

With his needs properly sated, yet not feeling at all comfortable with leaving Mrs. Cake alone with the griffon who had recently said he wanted the blue mare all to himself, Raza stared longingly at Mrs. Cake’s fat ass cheeks. Dusty certainly helped himself while the zebra was getting a blowjob, so what was wrong with doing the same? Trotting over to face Mrs. Cake’s behind, staring at her cupcake cutie marks, ponut, pussy lips, and her crotchteats visible further up her body, Raza couldn’t have found the MILF’s name more fitting. Whether it was her birth name or her name from getting married, Raza couldn’t have cared less as he ogled the bountiful cake in front of him. Bringing a single forehoof to Mrs. Cake’s ass cheek, slowly moving part of it up and down as he felt out just how generous her ass was. Dusty might’ve been perfectly fine with twisting and slapping away like Mrs. Cake was some lowly whore, but Raza knew better. Such a loving mare was deserving of having her body being worshiped like she was royalty. So Raza placed his other forehoof on her other ass cheek as he brought his muzzle to her behind and licked up. Tasting just as sweet as he expected, his nostrils being flooded with the familiar scent of bakery goods, Raza moved to another part of Mrs. Cake’s ass and began peppering kisses down her hindquarters.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake was slathering Dusty’s dark gray cock with her tongue, occasionally looking up at his smug expression before closing her eyes and resuming her work. She would lick up the tip and down to the base, reaching his balls and sucking on them for a few seconds before returning to licking his length. She did this for several more minutes before using a forehoof to angle the tip of his griffon dick towards her open mouth, proceeding to plunge half of it past her lips as she bobbed up and down. Feeling Raza praising her ass so highly and servicing Dusty was such a sharp improvement from the lonely months that bleeded by, nearly being the emotional death of her by the time Mrs. Cake had stumbled across these two. Dusty closed his eyes, giving small grunts here and there as he restrained himself from bucking his hips into the blue mare’s mouth. He knew while he length was considerably thinner than Raza’s length, he still wore a long “sword” that he didn’t want to hurt the older mare with despite his degrading acts the past two times they got messy. Even though the sight of Mrs. Cake bobbing her head up and down half his length, her eyes rolling to the back of her head while she began fondling his balls with one forehoof, was becoming too much to bear as soon as the gray griffon’s eyes flashed open once more.

“Shit! Fuck!” Dusty hissed through his gritted beak, nearing his orgasm.

Raza kissed the rim of Mrs. Cake’s ponut, his forehooves moving up and down the mare’s legs before he brought a forehoof to her crotchteats. Granted he didn’t have the talons that would’ve been great for twisting the blueberry nipples, that still didn’t mean he couldn’t play with them. Rubbing over the nipples and evoking the fiery warmth inside the blue mare that came from touching such a sensitive area, Raza took deep satisfaction in hearing Mrs. Cake’s higher-pitched moans vibrating against Dusty’s length as the griffon reached his peak. Hilting almost his entire length inside Mrs. Cake’s mouth, Dusty gasped as he placed his talons gently on Mrs. Cake’s head before sighing as he shot rope after rope of his griffon cum down the MILF’s throat. Claiming her mouth, even after Raza had, felt deeply cathartic as he got to have another carnal affair with the chubby blue mare. He had accepted his place far more than Raza had, but that didn’t mean he had zero fondness for the chubby mare. Quite the opposite, feeling like for the first time in a long time, he had a true friend.

As soon as Mrs. Cake had finished gulping down Dusty’s entire load, the blue mare pulled back from both his cock and Raza’s ass and teats play as she walked to the other side of the secret spot. Making sure her tail was off to the side as she clapped her ass cheeks, Mrs. Cake glanced over her shoulder as she smirked at Raza and Dusty.

“Why don’t one of you dears decide who is going to fuck me~” Mrs. Cake giggled, enjoying the beak-dropped expression from Dusty and the starry-eyed one from Raza. Both of them clearly desired her deeply in different ways, and the specifics of those ways didn’t really matter to Mrs. Cake so long as she got fucked. As Dusty got off the tree and the two slowly moved closer to her, a rustle in the bushes startled all three of them as a golden yellow stallion with a bushy dark yellow mane barged through in his security guard uniform.

“Hey!” the stallion shined a flashlight at the three. “What are you guys doing here? Don’t you know it's after-”

“Run!” Dusty squawked, until he realized the obvious solution that his friends lacked. His wings opening from his sides, Dusty took off into the sky without any warning. Mrs. Cake and Raza bolted into two different directions, the three of them destined to meet again very soon…

Contains sneaky exhibitionism during a catering order including groping, necking, and fingering, hidden cheating, invasion of privacy/finding sex toys, unfaithful threesome on a husband's bed, vaginal, anal, blowing a dildo, double penetration, fucking with dildos of different sizes and species (griffon, zebra, dragon), and plenty of orgasms...

“You cannot possibly be serious!” Mrs. Cake looked at the long sheet that was presented to her on the mostly cleaned counter in the kitchen. On the other side of the counter was Pinkie, Sugar Belle, and her husband all looking at her with wide eyes in expectation of the inevitable stress that would be rolling over all of them. Reading over the paper to make sure she wasn’t imagining the text on it, Mrs. Cake’s heart raced in her chest as the worst was confirmed. An order of 200 cupcakes consisting of different flavors, all due within four hours to be delivered to a party taking place in the later afternoon. And as much as Mrs. Cake loved having such booming business with big orders, the four of them getting all of it done, taking care of customers coming in, and having one of them take care of the foals was impossible. She had to retrieve additional help to get the heavy task done. But her options were pencil thin, with the rest of the Elements of Harmony either teaching at the School of Friendship or ruling Equestria, her mother friends too busy with their own families, and Sugar Belle’s husband running the farm…that left Mrs. Cake with the only two reasonable options. And even Dusty and Raza were uncertain, provided that they could be working their respective jobs for all she knew.

“What are we going to do?” Sugar frowned. “Suppose I could find a really good magic spell to multiply the cupcakes until there’s 200 of them?”

“NO!” Pinkie shrieked close to Sugar’s ears, causing the pink unicorn to flinch at the unexpected scream as the pink party pony continued. “Are you kidding?! I’ve seen unicorns try that before, and they get so tired by the tenth time they repeat the spell, that the duplicated cupcakes don’t taste half as good. Do we want to give this customer ruined cupcakes?!”

“Guess not, damn,” Sugar groaned, glancing at Mr. Cake. “Well, what do you think we should do?”

“I have an idea, I think I know two guys who could help us out,” Mrs. Cake spoke up before her husband could, looking at the yellow stallion as she braced herself for what she was about to say. Though he would be none the wiser, Mrs. Cake felt a tiny twinge of guilt at the wild suggestion she was about to throw out there. “Although I’m not sure if they’ll be able to help. Sugar Belle and Pinkie, you two get started on prep and Carrot, you can watch the foals and take orders. It shouldn’t take me more than an hour to get them here, and Pinkie, you can take over watching the foals when I get the helpers here. Does that sound like a plan to all of you?”

“Yes ma’am!” Pinkie and Sugar shouted in unison, with Mr. Cake giving a big smile and nod as he left the kitchen to take care of their foals. Mrs. Cake explained some last minute stuff before walking out of the kitchen and taking off towards Dusty’s house first..

“I can’t believe you went all the way to my house,” Raza gasped, out of breath as he was beside Mrs. Cake. Dusty was on the other side, the three of them racing towards Sugarcube Corner as time was of the essence. The urgency to get to the shop was real, in addition to Raza’s growing curiosity at meeting the blue mare’s pathetic husband for the first time. While the situation arose from a sense of necessity, Dusty couldn’t lie and pretend that he didn’t take a level of perverse joy at the fact that Mrs. Cake was bringing in her fuckbuddies to her husband on full display, without him even knowing it.

“I couldn’t think of anyone else better for this that was available,” Mrs. Cake insisted. “Just to be clear, this isn’t some fetish that I’m trying to get out of this situation. These 200 cupcakes are a real order and you two will see it for yourselves. We’ll need to work work work more than anything else.”

“Alright, Mrs. Cake,” Dusty chuckled with a small roll of his eyes. He was sure that the blue mare was telling the truth about the large order, but he could also see from the stress all over the older mare’s face. While determined to get a lot of work done, the gray griffon also promised himself to make sure the married mare had some fun during it. Being trapped in a marriage that didn’t fulfill her sexual needs had to be a special level of Tartarus to deal with, and he wanted nothing more than to help his dear friend.

Raza galloped ahead of the both of them to swing the door open without slamming it against the building, holding the door handle with one forehoof as Mrs. Cake jogged ahead into the bakery, giving a brief thanks to the zebra stallion before she rushed inside. Dusty flew inside, smirking at Raza knowingly before entering the building. Stopping in front of the counter to a yellow stallion with an orange mane at the counter, Dusty looked the scrawny stallion up and down before extending a talon towards the earth pony.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and assume you’re Mr. Cake,” Dusty chuckled. “Hopefully you don’t mind the help being a griffon and a zebra, heh.”

“Of course not!” Mr. Cake shook his head, slapping his forehoof on Dusty’s talon as they shook hoof and talon in greeting each other. “So long as you boys are willing to put the work in, I couldn’t care less what you are. How do you know my wife?”

“Oh! I’ve been her masseur a couple of times,” Dusty explained. “My name is Dusty, by the way. I was so appreciative of the conversation she provided during our sessions, that I insisted for her not to hesitate contacting me if she ever needed anything.”

“That’s my wife for you,” Mr. Cake smiled, watching as Mrs. Cake and Raza walked up to the counter alongside Dusty. “Oh, and your name is?”

“Raza,” the zebra stallion gulped before shaking hooves with the stallion, not because he found Mr. Cake to be intimidating in any kind of way, but he fully expected the yellow stallion to ask him the same questions he asked Dusty. The gray griffon had pulled his typical talent of finessing the situation with a story that easily sounded like the truth, and Raza simply didn’t have that kind of charisma and quick-thinking. Frantically picking at straws to come up with the excuse he had for being Mrs. Cake’s “friend,” Raza braced himself as the yellow stallion spoke again.

“Well, how about you? I don’t suppose I’ve seen you around town before,” Mr. Cake tilted his head.

“Oh, uh, that’s because I live…two towns over,” Raza admitted, watching as the yellow stallion’s jaw dropped from realizing how far his wife went to get help. “I was heading home from my job taking care of the elderly when I saw your wife with her friends. They needed directions after getting kicked out, and I made friends with all of them. I told them if they ever needed my help, I’d be there.”

“Well don’t you two sound like gentlecolt…and griff,” Mr. Cake added, nodding at the two before walking towards the stroller that was behind me. “Well, you both can say hi to the foals here before I give them off to Pinkie. You’ve heard of Pinkie Pie, surely? I know the name of the Cakes doesn’t really go around that much, but just about everyone knows of the Elements of Harmony.”

“Wait,” Raza froze up for a moment before glancing at Mrs. Cake and Dusty next to him. “One of the Elements works here?”

“Yes?” Mrs. Cake chuckled. “I could’ve sworn that I mentioned that to you-”

“Oh Zebrica, I didn’t prepare to meet one of them!” Raza took several deep breaths as he looked from the kitchen door to the dining room. “Where is she?”

“It’ll be super cool to meet her, for sure,” Dusty’s eyes lit up as he looked around.

“She should be in the kitchen with Sugar Belle,” Mr. Cake explained.

“Wait a second,” Mrs. Cake frowned as Mr. Cake walked away from the counter, pushing the stroller towards the kitchen door as she looked at Dusty. “Pinkie recommended a massage parlor to me when I first met you. Shouldn’t you have already met her?”

“I haven’t, except in passing here and there,” Dusty shrugged. “Perhaps you went to the wrong parlor? Did you even get the name of the place from her?”

“No, I just…ah shit,” Mrs. Cake hoof-palmed her forehead as she watched her husband disappear into the kitchen, expecting the three of them to follow. Processing the absurd fact that she had gone to the wrong parlor, and getting an unprofessionally talon-sy griffon was spinning in her mind. Although, she couldn’t bring herself to actually be upset as she smiled at Dusty. “Guess meeting you and Raza really was meant to be no matter what, huh?”

“There you go!” Dusty grinned, smacking Mrs. Cake on the ass despite whatever customers might be in the dining room. “That’s a much better way of looking at all of this. You got great service from me, and you sure as heck didn’t expect to meet Raza the way you did. It just all fell into place pretty conveniently.”

Raza glanced at the dining room, noticing that Mrs. Cake was frozen to the spot and blushing brightly in fear that somepony might have caught them. Seeing that there were barely any customers, and that they were all focused on their meals or desserts, Raza looked at Mrs. Cake and winked at her.

“You’re good, Cup,” Raza whispered, causing the older mare’s shoulders to relax as she gave a wide smile. Seeing as Dusty had already sparked the first playful move in the bakery, and Mrs. Cake hadn’t demanded they stop, Raza blew a kiss and gently placed his hoof underneath her chin and grinned at her. “More good than you have any right to be…”

“That’s your line?” Dusty squawked, flying over the two of them as he landed in front of the kitchen door and glanced over his shoulder. “Come on, you saps. We’ve got some more ponies to meet and work to do!”

Raza broke from the spell that the MILF had on him time and time again, pulling away from her as he followed his adversary to the kitchen. Dusty pushed the kitchen door open, keeping it open with his hindleg as Mrs. Cake and Raza entered the kitchen itself with the griffon following behind them. Seeing Sugar Belle vigorously stirring cupcake batter with a spoon held by her magic, and Pinkie frosting several dozen cupcakes at once on the same counter, the two mares stopped and grinned at the two new members ready to help with the very big order. While Dusty walked up to the mares, Raza walked up to the stroller containing the twins Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake. Seeing them giggle and coo at the zebra stallion, Raza leaned in and smiled at the two foals.

“They seem to really like you!” Mr. Cake remarked next to the stroller as he watched his foals try to reach for the zebra.

“Well, my coworkers tell me I have this warmth about me that pulls others in,” Raza admitted, staring at the offspring of Mrs. Cake as he felt his heart warming up as he further slipped more truth about his feelings. “Makes me want to have my own foals someday, nothing would make me happier in life.”

“I couldn’t agree more, fatherhood is such an honor and a gift,” Mr. Cake nodded, before pushing the stroller along to Pinkie. “Alright, Pinkie. If you could take over at the counter and watch over the twins, that would mean a lot. Dusty and Raza will take over where you left off, as will I.”

“Okie dokie!” Pinkie said over her conversation she was having with Dusty before glancing back at the griffon. “So you’re telling me that Mrs. Cake accidentally went to the wrong parlor and that’s how she met you?”

“Yep!” Dusty chuckled. “We just figured that out not five minutes ago, and it’s quite funny really. Glad I could make a new friend in such an interesting way.”

Pinkie nodded, shaking hooves with Raza and greeting the stuttering zebra before pushing along the stroller with the twins out of the kitchen. As Raza walked over and shook hooves with Sugar Belle, his nervousness approached the forefront of his mind as he glanced at the cupcakes that were partially frosted but not all of them as Pinkie had left. These mares had done this work like it was nothing, having who knows how many years of vigorous experience to tackle such a big order. But him, and Dusty? The griffon and the zebra had no experience whatsoever, and Raza would’ve questioned Mrs. Cake outright if it weren’t for the fact that she had urgently called them over in such a rush to get back to her bakery. They were the ones that she needed, and so Raza galloped over to the cupcakes as Mrs. Cake walked up to him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to just let you guys fall in the deep end of the pool,” Mrs. Cake smiled. “Not without some supervision, anyways. Here, let me show you how it is done, and watch closely.”

As Raza saw Dusty and Mr. Cake getting out cupcake pans for the batter that Sugar Belle was finishing up out of the corner of his eye, he then glanced at the chubby blue mare taking the bright pink pastry bag that Pinkie was just using. It was one thing meeting such a heroic and well-known mare just moments ago, but taking over her job? He had some very big horseshoes to fill! Still, he stilled himself to focus on Mrs. Cake’s methodical movements as she firmly held the pastry bag with one foreleg gripping the top of it, and the other foreleg pressed closer to the nozzle as she twirled the pastry bag with very subtle movements to create a lovely swirl of raspberry cream on each of the chocolate cupcakes. She did this three times before glancing at Raza expectedly. As Raza reached over to take the pastry bag, his forehoof gently grazed Mrs. Cake’s neck.

“Oh, um-” Raza watched as the chubby blue mare’s face brightened with a blush subtle enough for only him to see. He had heard that a lots of mares enjoyed neck-play, but didn’t really get to experience it himself until he had met Mrs. Cake. Vivid memories surfaced in his head of when he lunged forward and bit the blue mare’s neck as he had properly creampied her, and Raza took a brief glimpse at everyone else around him too absorbed in their tasks to really notice any sort of tension between him and the older mare. As Raza smirked with an idea forming in his head, he took the pastry bag in his forehooves.

“You’ve got something on your neck, Cup Cake,” Raza whispered.

“Oh I do?” Mrs. Cake asked, barely louder than Raza as her mind was still in a fuzzy place of its own. Before she could use her own forehoof to wipe off whatever was on her neck, Raza swooped in and gave a long lick across the exposed side of her neck, pulling back within less than a second with a big grin as he took the bag and mimicked the way Mrs. Cake held her pastry bag, proceeding to frost the rest of the cupcakes with gusto. Her instinct, of course, was to look at her husband. And with profound luck, while her husband was staring at the cupcake pans explaining directions to Dusty, the griffon himself was the one who saw what had happened. Dusty’s orange eyes were bright, his tail flickering from side to side as it dawned upon him the game that was unfolding. Full of whimsy, the idea of toying around with Mrs. Cake and one-upping Raza nearly made his cock start getting hard. But he willed himself to keep his cool with Mr. Cake and Sugar Belle right next to him. More than anything else, Dusty wanted to prove that his help was worth asking for.

The five of them worked in tandem with over half of the cupcakes done with an hour left. And the game kept escalating whenever Dusty and Raza got the chance. With Dusty groping Mrs. Cake’s ass cheeks, getting away with the occasional flick on her crotchteats, or even nibbling her ears with his beak very carefully before flying away and working on the next task, Mrs. Cake was left a blushing mess. Despite the lingering anxiety each time that she glanced at her husband who was obliviously bustling away at each task, Mrs. Cake felt a deep satisfaction at how much the two young studs desired her body even when busied with the task of a big catering order. The fact that her own husband never attempted such acts during work wasn’t lost on her, and it just made Mrs. Cake feel less bad about letting her special friends enjoy themselves while helping her.

Raza was more loving with his hidden groping, jiggling her ass cheeks up and down with his forehooves before trotting away and looking the other direction as if nothing had happened. Or leaving a kiss on her neck and shoulder. Unlike Dusty, Mrs. Cake had doubts that the zebra stud would be upset if he was caught by her husband. The older mare was highly aware that such strong feelings like the ones Raza had don’t simply go away overnight, and Mrs. Cake could see him groping her even further if Mr. Cake had caught them. If she gave Raza permission of course, and in her lewd fantasy as she frosted another dozen cupcakes, that’s what he would do. With Raza working with Sugar Belle with the batter and Dusty nearby placing the cooled down cupcakes in containers to be properly delivered, Mrs. Cake let her brain imagine her husband gawking at Raza blatantly teasing her clit with his forehoof. Without even realizing it, the older blue mare’s tail was flickering from side to side like her body was begging to be fucked. Dusty stopped what he was doing, glancing over and seeing Mrs. Cake biting her lip and watching her tail flick so quickly.

Glancing up at what the others were doing across the counter, he saw Sugar Belle magically placing more ingredients in two bowls while Raza kept vigorously stirring with the spoon. Mr. Cake was at the other bowl doing the same, instructing the zebra and unicorn the whole time they were working. Already beside Mrs. Cake, close enough to her that he could easily swat his tail against her ass without anyone noticing, Dusty had an even riskier idea surfacing into his dirty birdy brain. Mrs. Cake might even stop him before he truly started, but if she was okay with it? The payoff would be wonderful~

Moving sideways a few inches closer to her, Dusty kept using one talon to place cupcakes from the trays into the containers as he moved back and gripped Mrs. Cake’s pillowy cupcake ass cheek firmly. He knew from the blushes and tail movements, and most importantly her refusal to make them stop, that Mrs. Cake was enjoying the game just as much as he and Raza were. Mrs. Cake let out the tiniest “mmph” that only Dusty could hear, although the gray griffon could tell how much restraint there was in her body, keeping her from full-on moaning. He almost felt bad for how much harder he was about to make it be for her. No longer gripping Mrs. Cake’s ass cheek, Dusty then moved down to the MILF’s pussy lips and teased her entrance with one digit. He waited, and waited, for the blue mare to step away or swat him…none of that happened. Quite the opposite, as Mrs. Cake took a small step back from the counter and further into Dusty’s touch. Dusty could hear her heavy breathing like music, before plunging one of his digits into the mare’s pussy. Mrs. Cake gasped as Dusty penetrated her with her husband only a few trots away on the other side of the counter.

With Sugar Belle taking a completed cupcake tray to the oven, and Mr. Cake taking Raza’s completed cupcakes to the oven as well, that just left the zebra to look up at the two. He saw Mrs. Cake heavily blushing as she was still biting her lip, and Dusty very close to the older mare as he winked at Raza. It didn’t take the zebra stallion long to figure out what was going on behind the counter, his jaw dropping briefly before Mr. Cake walked back towards him. Glancing down at the recipe, Mr. Cake heard Dusty from the other side of the counter.

“So Mr. Cake,” before Dusty spoke, the griffon opened his wing a little in front of Mrs. Cake’s ass, completely obscuring the view of him fingering the MILF to everyone else who was on the other side of the counter. He slipped another one of his digits inside, fingerblasting Mrs. Cake before he spoke again. “Remind me how many more cupcakes we have left till the order is complete?”

“Well, we’ve definitely got the first half of the order completely baked and frosted,” Mr. Cake explained, glancing down back at his checkmarked list of stuff on the paper on the counter before looking up at Dusty. While Mrs. Cake’s arousal was a lot less visible thanks to her ability to maintain her composure with her husband looking at the griffon talon-fucking her, she still was blushing a bit while doing her damn best to keep her floofy crimson tail concealing Dusty’s pistoning digits. Although the part that irritated her, was that her damn husband was so immersed in the task at hoof, that he didn’t even notice that, keeping his eyes on Dusty the whole time as if he was talking about the weather. His absurd obliviousness, provided that any stallion with an adequate interest in their wife would’ve noticed three hours ago, was one of the main factors in why Mrs. Cake was doing what she was doing. And with way less anxiety than when he walked in on Raza eating her out without knowing it, Mrs. Cake even managed to smile at her own husband to best keep up the façade.

Feeling her pussy clenching around Dusty’s digits, nearing an orgasm, she saw as Mr. Cake walked towards the fridge that was closer to where they were. If he glanced their direction while heading to the fridge, he was guaranteed to catch them in the act. With swiftness before Mrs. Cake could even say anything, Dusty pulled his talon out of the blue mare’s pussy and wiped the juices onto his own chest fluff before resuming his work.

“Raza, could I get your help over here for a moment?” Mrs. Cake asked the zebra stud, moving the frosting bag back and forth to give Raza the hint. The zebra stud perked up, wondering if she would allow him the opportunity to one-up Dusty. Trotting over to her and taking the frosting bag from Mrs. Cake, the blue mare glanced at Dusty and Raza and whispered to both of them. “Alright you two, enough of the games. They were fun, but we’re at the finishing stretch now and need to keep up the pace. Do we have that understood?”

“Yes ma’am!” Dusty and Raza grinned as they restrained from saluting at the mare. The two didn’t want to draw attention, especially now that Mrs. Cake had explicitly told them to put a pause on such antics, so the griffon and zebra worked with an adrenaline rush as they scrambled to get everything done…

“Incredible work everyone!” Mr. Cake grinned, a foreleg draped over his wife’s shoulders as the couple, Sugar Belle, Pinkie, Dusty, and Raza looked at the completed several dozen cupcakes all in their respective containers on the counter before the yellow stallion glanced at Sugar Belle and Pinkie. With the foals dropped off and in the care of several dear friends at the School of Friendship, Pinkie was ready to help Sugar Belle with the delivery part when Mr. Cake looked at the both of them. “Girls, you’ll need my help I’m sure to get everything to the lady’s house. Cup, do you think you and your friends could clean up? We can keep the bakery closed for a good half hour or so till we get back.”

“Of course,” Mrs. Cake nodded, leaning in and giving her husband a quick peck on the lips. Dusty didn’t notice it in the slightest, overjoyed that he would get private time with the blue mare. Raza bit his tongue, restraining from giving an exaggerated vomiting sound at the two being so close. Then, after a brief feeling of revulsion, Raza realized what was happening as Mr. Cake and the two pink mares began grabbing cupcake containers. They took everything either on their backs or in Sugar Belle’s case, held with her magic as the three of them left.

Raza looked at Mrs. Cake, not with lust in that moment, but with bubbling happiness rising to his chest as he wanted to lunge and smooch the blue mare right then and there. Only in this scenario, Raza wouldn’t leave it as a quick peck. He imagined kissing the older mare like it was the last day they’d ever see each other, like there was no other mare that existed.

But before he could act, Mrs. Cake pressed a hoof to his chest with a small smile as she also glanced at Dusty who was currently next to him.

“Alright you two,” Mrs. Cake spoke to the griffon and zebra. “We better make sure everything from the kitchen counters to the dining room tables are spick and span. We have some of the basic supplies to get started, but Dusty, I’m going to need you to get some from upstairs while me and Raza start. There’s several heavy duty cleaning supplies in the bathroom underneath the sink, but let me know if you have any questions.”

“Right on it, Mrs. Cake,” Dusty saluted the chubby blue mare before flying out of the kitchen, the door swinging open before it closed as Mrs. Cake saw the griffon fly up the stairs before he was out of sight. Even though they were left by themselves, Raza refrained from kissing her just yet. He had been given a command that he intended on following through, and being a caretaker made the task a walk in the park compared to the baking he had to do earlier. Mrs. Cake brought out some cloths from a sanitizer bucket, squeezed out of most of their liquid, as she tossed one to Raza. Raza caught it and applied it to one side of the counter while Mrs. Cake worked on the other side. Pushing crumbs off the countertop and wiping the stains off with vigorous swipes, Raza looked up at Mrs. Cake.

“Well, despite me just kind of helping you for the sake of it,” Raza admitted, looking at Mrs. Cake and smiling at her even though she was focused on her work. “This was surprisingly fun and creative, way more than a lot of the stuff we cook back at Zebrica. They’re healthier and more practical dishes, sure, but they don’t really do a lot of desserts there.”

“You really enjoyed doing all that? You’re not just saying that?” Mrs. Cake glanced at Raza, tilting her head.

“Yeah, I absolutely did,” Raza’s ears flickered as he continued. “Zebrica’s sake, if it weren’t for the fact that you’re trying to keep this a secret, I’d work here and see what I can implement from my culture. Zebrican cupcakes don’t sound too bad, right?”

“Well,” Mrs. Cake blushed, unable to come up with the words right then and there. She was ultimately self-conscious by how invested Raza was in her business, really expecting him to not be any different from Dusty. But she couldn’t pull her eyes away from Raza or his slowly blinking blue eyes, completely captivated by him. Sure, she already technically had just that with her husband, having started the business with him! But the shared feeling of both a stallion having interest in her personality and desiring her body was the siren’s call that never ended. Gulping, Mrs. Cake managed to continue. “You flatter me so, Raza. Maybe you won't work here anytime soon, but I can definitely contact you again if something like this comes up.”

“That’s more than fine with me~” Raza cleaned closer and closer to Mrs. Cake, until their pelts were brushing as they were next to each other. Feeling the hot breath from his nostrils landing on her muzzle, and the closeness of him against her, Mrs. Cake’s tail flagged up in the air as she felt her mind melting into a mushy puddle. Smirking at Raza, Mrs. Cake moved her head up as she was about to kiss the zebra stud. As Raza closed his eyes and leaned closer to her, their lips had almost touched when Mrs. Cake pulled back.

“Wait a second, Dusty isn’t back,” Mrs. Cake frowned, and Raza did as well for different reasons entirely. His heart stinging from the missed moment, Raza watched as Mrs. Cake set her cloth down on the counter and left the kitchen. Following her immediately, Raza and Mrs. Cake walked up the stairs and saw that the bathroom was empty and open. And with startling alarm bells going off in Mrs. Cake’s head, she saw the door to her and her husband’s room also open with the light on as she neared the top of the stairs. Galloping up the rest of the stairs and barging into her own room, Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as she saw Dusty looking through the bottom shelf of her dresser where her toys were.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!” Mrs. Cake screamed, and any normal intruder would’ve taken off like Tartarus was after them. But Dusty looked at the chubby blue mare with a deadpan look as he had his talon in the shelf with something out of view.

“I don’t know, Mrs. Cake,” Dusty shook his head, pulling out the griffon dildo into view and wiggling it in front of Mrs. Cake and Raza. “Were you just looking for a griffon and a zebra to act out your perverse fantasies or something?”

Before Raza could ask about the second part, Dusty dropped the griffon dildo back into the shelf and pulled out the zebra dildo as well as he wiggled it towards Raza. Looking like she just walked in on a crime scene, Mrs. Cake stammered for a few moments before shaking her head.

“That’s p-purely a coincidence, remember?!” Mrs. Cake insisted. “I got these long before I even met the two of you!”

“I…” Raza’s mouth flapped like a fish out of water for a few moments, stunned at the damning evidence as he attempted to brush it off and spoke up for the mare. “If her husband was so subpar in the bedroom, it is no surprise that she needed all this stuff. If anything, this makes me feel for her struggle even more. No mare deserves to be put in this position, especially not Cup Cake here.”

“Well, I suppose I just have one more question,” Dusty dropped the zebra dildo back into the shelf, before using both talons to pull out the ten-inch green dragon dildo as he presented it to the two. “Are you sure you don’t want to add a dragon to this little group of ours?”

Raza gasped, his heart pounding in his chest as he feared the idea of Mrs. Cake making her duo of casual partners into a trio, especially adding a drake into the mix. They were on another level entirely, selfish and demanding as they would metaphorically eat Mrs. Cake alive. There was no way Mrs. Cake would need for anyone else if she encountered a real dragon’s cock. Mrs. Cake stared at the dragon dildo with a few heavy pants before she shook her head.

“I’ve never even tried the damn thing,” Mrs. Cake admitted. “It looked tempting, sure. But it’s thicker than the other two dildos combined, and I wasn’t loosened enough considering my husband…doesn’t really…”

“-have sex with you,” Raza deflated, a twinge of anger surfacing inside the zebra as it was dawning upon him just how neglected Mrs. Cake was. If Mrs. Cake was some bitter and sharp-tongued mare in the marriage, Raza would understand why her husband fucked her so little. But Mrs. Cake had a heart of gold, and made everyone’s lives around her a little better with each interaction. Her demeanor was just as sweet as her heart was, and he could even see Dusty’s expression soften a little before he looked down at the dragon dildo.

“Well, you have a lot of toys to work with, and our cocks as well,” Dusty explained. “Why not work your way up to this? Just so you can at least have tried it once, and have us be there for you. Or…y’know…I get if you’re still mad at me being a nosey birdy and all…”

“I’m not mad anymore,” Mrs. Cake turned around, proceeding to close and lock the door to her own bedroom before walking back up to Dusty and Raza. “I had some interspecies fantasies that I didn’t properly express, and you barged into my room out of curiosity. Suppose that makes us even? But you two have surpassed any sort of assumptions I made about griffons and zebras, and that’s where I really feel bad. And for that, I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” Dusty placed the dragon dildo on the floor as he walked towards Mrs. Cake. “So our kind were just fantasies to you then…”

“Oh my goodness, I’m so-” before Mrs. Cake could go into a downward spiral, Dusty placed a talon over the mare’s lips.

“Shhhhh,” Dusty smiled. “I know that you’ve grown when it comes to such views of us. I’m not mad at you and I highly doubt Raza is either.”

“Of course not,” Raza smiled as he placed his foreleg around Mrs. Cake’s shoulders. “If it makes you feel better, I never considered dating an older mother until very recently. Guess we’ve both changed our perspectives in very different ways, right?”

“Right,” Mrs. Cake chuckled with a blush growing on her face, not bothering to correct Raza on the fact that believing in racist stereotypes wasn’t the same as just having a preference that changed. Dusty pulled his talon back, walking back to the dresser and flickering his tail back and forth as he traced his talon over the dildos inside the bottom shelf.

“Well then,” Dusty purred. “So are we doing this? Taking a dildo that big is no easy feat, so I understand if you’re not ready.”

“If it hurts too much, then I’ll know and we can stop,” Mrs. Cake explained, fluttering her eyelashes as she moved her ass from side to side. “But yes, with such a great opportunity like this, I would love nothing more than to get gangbanged by you two and these three dildos~”

“Well, you heard the mare!” Dusty squawked with excitement as he turned to look at Raza. “And I think I’ve got the perfect idea to stretch out her pussy wide enough for the dragon! Mrs. Cake, you said that the dragon dildo is thicker than our dicks combined, right?”

“I’m pretty sure of that, yes,” Mrs. Cake brought a forehoof to her lips as she realized what Dusty might be suggesting. Having received free strap-on harnesses from Phoenix as a thank you gift for their last encounter, Mrs. Cake gasped as she grinned. “I have strap-on harnesses of different sizes! You can adjust it so that both your dick and the dildo fit through it.”

“Well isn’t that a creative idea,” Dusty grinned. “But perhaps we should start out with one dick in each hole. How about we take turns with your pussy and backdoor, while you properly lube up the dragon with your mouth?”

“Yes sir,” Mrs. Cake nearly drooled upon saying the words, watching as Dusty placed the suction cup bottom of the dragon dildo onto the bed that normally had the married couple sleeping on it every night. It was a turning point in Mrs. Cake’s cheating and she knew it, to blatantly fuck and defile her vows on the bed her and her husband shared. Trying to feel some semblance of guilt or shame, all Mrs. Cake could feel was excitement as she flagged her tail up for Raza to see. Raza didn’t need any verbal instructions, diving in and slipping his tongue into Mrs. Cake’s pussy as to properly warm her up for a few minutes before the blue mare walked away and jumped onto the bed in a head-up-ass-down position. Getting out the lube from her stash, Dusty squeezed a healthy amount of it onto his talon before putting the lube away and jumping onto the bed as well.

“My favorite hole,” Dusty admitted, staring directly down at the blue mare’s dark blue ponut before plunging his lubed up talon inside. Sure, they didn’t plan on using the dragon dildo on her backdoor, but Dusty wasn’t going to waste such a sacred opportunity on her own bed for what he could imagine would be the first and last time. Hearing Mrs. Cake moaning loudly against the dragon dildo as he began fingerblasting her backdoor brought Dusty further and further into his griffon instincts as all he wanted to do was claim her MILF ponut again and again. Even though he really didn’t have any intentions on stealing the mare to himself, he truly wanted to burn the memory into her head with how vigorously he planned on railing her on her own bed.

As Dusty climbed onto Mrs. Cake, able to rest his much lighter griffon body on her ass cheeks, Raza joined them onto the bed. Shimmying underneath Mrs. Cake, the blue mare lifting herself up a little, Raza’s face was then pressed against Mrs. Cake’s chest. With his fully erect cock only inches away from Mrs. Cake’s pussy hovering over it, the blue mare didn’t hesitate to move her ass down and get penetrated by the zebra stud’s dick. While she was on top with Raza when he ate her out last, this was the first time she had ever done the cowgirl position. With Dusty about to take her backdoor, the position worked out great as her muzzle was right about the dragon dildo. Feeling over half of Raza’s length plunge into her pussy in the most satisfying way possible, Mrs. Cake then opened her mouth and barely managed to take the tip of the green and yellow dildo in her mouth.

Her jaw was definitely strained from the feeling, the dick being way thicker than both her partners’ cocks. Raza was right to be worried, even though Mrs. Cake had zero intentions of bringing a dragon into the group. If she so happened to have more encounters that lead to more regular partners, Mrs. Cake wasn’t all that opposed so long as her husband didn’t catch on. But she was barely able to struggle with two young adult studs and their varying antics, with the overly romantic Raza and the nosey birdy Dusty. Gasping around the dragon dildo as she felt Dusty slip his digits out of her saliva-glistening ponut, the gray griffon chirped to himself as he adjusted while keeping his talons and paws on Mrs. Cake’s ass. Moving around until he had lined the tip of his cock against the chubby blue mare’s ponut, Dusty hissed as he pushed against her. With the jolt of surprise from then having the tip of his griffon dick pop inside her, Mrs. Cake moaned around the dragon dildo as she sunk herself down on Raza till his still relatively thick length was completely hilted inside of her. Mrs. Cake couldn’t have imagined anything quite better than what she was experiencing months ago, having a griffon cock in her ass and a zebra dick inside her pussy, all the while using her dragon toy to unlock her fantasy. While Mrs. Cake already had many times to indulge in her zebra and griffon desires, this was the first time she had dared to touch the dragon dildo in such a lewd way…

As Dusty pulled out most of his length, and Mrs. Cake lifted herself up from most of Raza’s dick, he slammed most of his long griffon spear back into Mrs. Cake’s backdoor at the same time Mrs. Cake dropped her fat ass down on Raza. It was hard for the lighter griffon, who was essentially standing on the MILF’s ass, to thrust at the same time she dropped her dumptruck down on the zebra below, but it was a challenge that Dusty embraced with open wings. All the while, as these motions repeated in the bedroom, Mrs. Cake was off in her own little fantasy world. Imagining a drake ruining her holes in every conceivable way, having a tall and muscular green dragon using a leash on her that attached to a collar on her neck, the chubby blue mare’s mind floated to small yet deeply horny details as she imagined what the collar would look like. What the drake would want from her. Would it be a simple collar that was durable enough to withstand the bossy drake’s tugging? Or would it be bright and decorative for anyone to see who she belonged to in that moment? The growing fantasies were almost worrying to the chubby blue mare. Even having exactly what she wanted and caving into her unfaithful desires, was she still desiring more than she already had? She doubted that any mare in Ponyville that might’ve also been cheating was lucky enough to have such two different creatures both interested in fucking her at the same time.

Feeling hornier than a prostitute about to get gangbanged, Mrs. Cake lifted her mouth off the dragon dildo as she looked at Dusty over her shoulder as well as looking down at Raza’s face pressed against her chest.

“Listen boys, you better hear this well and good,” Mrs. Cake snickered as she already felt cum-drunk, blushing deeply as she wiggled her ass as much as Dusty standing on it would allow her. Making sure her voice was clear, she continued. “I want you both to really fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am!” The two responded in unison, even if the zebra stallion’s voice was mostly muffled by the chubby MILF’s blue chest fur. While Dusty was able to take a more active role in his position, rapidly jackhammering at the mare’s tighter backdoor while really putting his body through the wringer, Raza could only do so much where he was at. Feeling that Mrs. Cake was still dropping her pussy down on his dick at the same pace, Raza was determined to do what he could to fulfill the previously neglected mare’s wish. Timing his thrusts up into her at the same time she went down, it took a few tries before he managed to get the rhythm down near perfectly.

Mrs. Cake then stuffed as much of her mouth down on the dragon dildo as she reasonably could, getting a couple of inches crammed into her mouth as she made sure to breath carefully through her nostrils. She was nearing her first orgasm already, feeling dirty in the best way as she had her mouth stuffed with dragon dildo as she slammed her rippling ass cheeks down on Raza while Dusty kept fucking her ponut like his life depended on it. Whether it was because he really loved ponuts or because he knew this opportunity was fleeting, or a mix of both, Mrs. Cake groaned around the dragon dildo as she bobbed her head up and down it as best she could. Mopping it with a generous amount of saliva and moaning louder to further emphasize just how deep the cheating had affected her mind, Mrs. Cake expertly squeezed both her ponut and pussy as she got the two studs to go faster.

“Nnng, ah!” Raza whined, pawing at the chubby mare’s chest. “I’m going to b-blow my load, Cup-”

Mrs. Cake went faster as he spoke, slamming her fat ass down on him almost faster than Dusty could keep up. The griffon cock had to grip Mrs. Cake’s hips with his talons as if he was riding a bull in order to hold on, all while pistoning to his own nearing orgasm. Raza couldn’t take it anymore, shutting his eyes and moaning as he spurted the first thick rope of seed deep into Mrs. Cake’s depths before shooting more ropes inside. There was something deeply amazing to the zebra about giving a sweet-loving MILF a proper creampie, even if he probably would’ve appreciated Dusty’s absence in order to fully enjoy the moment. Especially hearing his squawks and growls before nearly hilting himself in the mare’s fat ass and then blowing his load deep within her ponut. Mrs. Cake was on the verge of an orgasm, a hair trigger away from doing so, when Dusty pulled out and returned to the closet to bring out the griffon and zebra dildo.

“Why don’t we try these out for a few thrusts in whichever hole you want?” Dusty suggested. “To see if the dragon dildo would fit properly. If they can’t both properly fit inside a single hole of yours, there’s no way the dragon dildo would comfortably fit anyways.”

“That’s a g-good point dearie,” Mrs. Cake moaned, lifting her body up so that Raza could scooch out from underneath the bed and watch as Dusty held both dildos with one stretched out talon as he pressed the tips of both of them against the blue mare’s cum-dripping pussy lips. “Just do it soon, I’m feeling like I’m about to-”

Raza gasped as with one swift movement, Dusty plunged half the griffon dildo and all of the zebra dildo inside of Mrs. Cake’s pussy with a smooth and forward motion. Mrs. Cake’s eyes shot wide open as she threw her head back and cried out loud enough for the neighbors to hear if they were home. She couldn’t physically have held restraint to the insane amount of pleasure, her eyes seeing stars as she convulsed throughout the powerful orgasm. It felt like her g-spot was being absolutely crushed by the physical sensation of both dildos, and Mrs. Cake felt even dirtier squirting mercilessly on both toys and likely Dusty’s talon. Raza watched as Dusty grinned and looked right at the zebra as he plunged the toys back and forth throughout Mrs. Cake’s orgasm, emphasizing just how soppy wet they were from Mrs. Cake’s juices and Raza’s previous load. Going on for another minute, earning a second juicy orgasm and edging her before she could experience a third, Dusty pulled out both dildos and tossed them to the floor as he patted Mrs. Cake’s cheek.

“Alright, me and Raza are going to place you down on the dragon dildo, is that okay?” Dusty asked, getting a cum-drunk nod from the blue mare as he looked up at Raza. “C’mon Raza, let’s move fast. That beast is bigger than both our dicks, and this is likely the wettest she can get. Lots of lube for the moment.”

Dusty flew above Mrs. Cake, grabbing her body and straining to lift her up due to how bigger she was than him. Getting her off the bed with his talons and flapping wings, Dusty then rested his back against the headboard of the bed as he rested Mrs. Cake’s ass on the pillows right behind the dragon dildo. Raza jumped onto the bed, looking down at the dragon dildo and up at the lust-drunk mare with her unfocused eyes and panting mouth before looking at Dusty.

“What do you need me to do?” Raza asked.

“As I push her down on it, you pull her hips down so she is penetrated on the dildo, and then push her back up and essentially use her as a fleshlight for this ‘dragon’,” Dusty chuckled. “She’ll love that, even in her foggy state of mind. And if she tells us to stop, or is clearly in pain, we stop. No need to give her anything but a great experience, especially with this toy.”

“Of course,” Raza’s smile grew as he looked at the chubby blue mare, his heart warming up as he planned on giving her a great time even if he could’ve been doing it at his own detriment. His future with her was already uncertain considering the pesky husband situation, so as long as she enjoyed herself, that’s all that mattered to him. Moving further up the bed till he was sitting down with the dragon dildo in between him and Mrs. Cake, Raza took a spare pillow and used it to turn said dildo at a pointed angle at Mrs. Cake’s drooling pussy while it rested on the pillow. Placing his forehooves on Mrs. Cake’s hips, Raza looked at the blue mare intently as he blushed.

“Um, are you ready Cup?” Raza asked.

“Yuhuh,” Mrs. Cake moaned. “S-Stars, please fuck me hard.”

“You heard the mare,” Dusty whispered. “Now, let’s see if this beast can enter this vulnerable MILF’s depths…”

Pushing Mrs. Cake down towards the green dildo with yellow spots, Dusty watched as Raza did his part and pulled her down so that her entrance was pressing firmly against the tip of the fake dragon cock. Mrs. Cake’s eyes flickered with a bit of active awareness back in her body as she bit her lip and looked down at the dragon dildo about to penetrate her. Spreading her legs even wider to get the most comfortable for what was about to happen, Mrs. Cake didn’t feel the initial fear that she felt before looking at the monstrous length that was seconds from penetrating her. She only felt deep excitement at how much pleasure having that inside her would entail, giving a loud and feminine moan as she then felt it happen. The fat tip of the dragon dildo managed to slip inside her pussy easier than she thought, with a few inches sliding in rapid succession.

“Oh fuck me! Yes, yes, oh my stars yes!” Mrs. Cake felt tears forming in her eyes from both the intense pleasure and rivers of giddiness that came from having something so profoundly big and thick stuffing her insides. If she already didn’t regret continuing to cheat on her husband, she certainly didn’t then and there as she inevitably came a third time. With Raza pushing her down over the halfway mark of the dildo, his eyes as wide as saucers with just how wide Mrs. Cake’s pussy was open as it was snug around the dildo, he rushed his muzzle in as Mrs. Cake came all over the dildo and lapped up the juices with his eyes closed. Tasting the overwhelmingly sweet juices as he further pushed her down on the dildo, Raza waited till Mrs. Cake was done cumming to open his eyes and see his hoofwork. Somehow, he had managed to hilt the entire dildo in her by the end of the orgasm. And as much as Dusty and Raza wanted to keep toying with the mare, she looked to be on the verge of passing out entirely. Dusty chuckled, his tail flickering back and forth as he flew off the headboard and let Mrs. Cake’s head gently rest against it. Watching as Raza slipped out the entirety of the sopping wet dragon dildo from Mrs. Cake’s gaping wide cunt, Dusty stood beside him on the bed before slapping the zebra’s shoulder with a talon.

“Nice work,” Dusty laughed. “But I think it’ll take a lot more than that to win Mrs. Cake over as your love~”

“I wasn’t trying to win her over right then and there, otherwise I wouldn’t have helped her with the dragon dildo in the first place you moron,” Raza rolled his eyes, shrugging Dusty’s talon off his shoulder before a door downstairs opening and closing snapped them out of their tension. Looking to Mrs. Cake as she had passed out, Raza’s blood ran cold as he looked back and forth from the passed out mare to his griffon adversary. “Fuck, we gotta clean all this shit up. Okay, okay, I’ve got an idea. You clean this stuff up, try to get her sheets and blankets in the wash and find some new ones before he comes up here. He seems like a talker if someone lets him, so I’ll get him to rattle on for as long as I can.”

“Got it,” Dusty cut the crap entirely, moving with speed and precision as he began throwing the dildos in the nearby sink as he flew over and began washing each one. Raza walked out of the room and trotted down the stairs to meet Mr. Cake before he walked into the kitchen. Remaining at the foot of the stairs to keep Mr. Cake from walking up the stairs himself, Raza gave an exaggeratedly big grin as he pawed the stairstep with one hoof.

“Heh, sorry Mr. Cake, but we didn’t end up finishing the cleanup,” Raza admitted. “Mrs. Cake was super winded from the constant rush of getting the whole order done, and she needed rest. Dusty is up there making sure she has water and is taking care of her.”

“Oh!” Mr. Cake’s ears flickered before he gave a deep smile. “Well, that’s quite sweet then. No need to apologize for that, Raza. You two are very nice boys indeed, especially to help on something so difficult with no expectations of getting anything in return. Of course, you two are welcome to as many sweets as you like today, free of charge. And if you’d ever need a job to do this kind of stuff for money, I’d hire either one of you in a heartbeat.”

“Well isn’t that quite lovely to hear,” Raza’s grin became more sincere as he entertained such an idea with her husband’s blessing. Of course, he’d never do it unless she was comfortable with him doing so, and he did like his current job. Nodding as he tucked the thought away for later, Raza continued. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind helping me with the rest? You can pick up where we left off with the kitchen, and I’ll get the supplies from the bathroom.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Mr. Cake grinned, giving a hoofbump to Raza before stepping into the kitchen. With Dusty in the clear to keep cleaning up undetected, Raza hummed a tune to himself as he trotted up the stairs to get the cleaning supplies...

Contains zebradom with a hint of romance, walking in really hot weather, sweat-play, very heavy cock musk, ball musk, playing with crotchteats and fat butt, 69ing, doggy style sex, creampie, and getting spotted by strangers!

Pulling the cart towards the destination well outside of Ponyville and even the town he lived in, Raza was starting to sweat profusely as they walked the sandy hillsides of the desert. It was thanks to a spell that Sugar Belle casted on the cart that kept the sweets from expiring or being affected by the heat. And while Mrs. Cake happily had the spell placed on her to keep her from sweating or getting overly exhausted, Raza had brushed off the opportunity, claiming that a little heat wasn’t going to bother him. After all, it was him who volunteered to help Mrs. Cake with the order as the employees of Sugarcube Corner itself were spread very thin, needing his assistance again in case the blue mare got lost. He didn’t just volunteer either, Raza practically jumped at the chance as soon as he heard that he would get complete alone time with Mrs. Cake until they reached their destination.

“Why did we choose to go this far again?” Raza chuckled as he tried to hide the strain in his expression from the burning heat affecting his whole body. “I know that you and the sweets have spells to keep from the heat being too harsh, but…”

“Well, we normally wouldn’t do orders like this,” Mrs. Cake explained, walking side by side with Raza as her fat MILFy flanks swayed with each step she took. “But the particular customer planned on paying double the normal delivery fee plus a generous tip. Said that it still didn’t cost as much as a train ticket there and back, so it would be no problem for him.”

If it were any other business, Raza would’ve scoffed and insisted it wasn’t worth the money to make such a trip far out. But with Mrs. Cake’s sugary sweet smile at him as he was granted her company, and her jiggling fat blue cheeks with each step, Raza couldn’t bring himself to say a single word. Plus the food was actually really good, and the owner beside him was even sweeter. He watched as Mrs. Cake rolled her eyes and looked pointedly at him.

“Besides, I’m not the one who adamantly refused to even have the heat repression spell,” Mrs. Cake chuckled. “Why did you insist on not doing that?”

“Because I thought it was extra and unnecessary,” Raza laughed, shaking his head as another bead of sweat fell from his muzzle and landed on the ground. “I didn’t realize just how hot it would be or how far we would end up walking. Say, you don’t mind giving me a water bottle out of this cart I’m pulling?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” Mrs. Cake waited for Raza to stop as she walked behind him to get a bottle out of the cart when a waft of aroma hit her nostrils without warning. Her eyes widening as she smelled what she quickly realized was the musky and dirty smell of the zebra stud walking in the heat. The strongest part of the smell was definitely his dick and balls, and Mrs. Cake’s cheeks grew red as she enjoyed the smell far more than she would’ve expected. How could a stallion smelling so strongly smell…so good?

“You alright back there, Cup?” Raza frowned as he looked over his shoulder. “Oh Zebrica, is there no more water bottles back there?”

“No, there is,” Mrs. Cake gulped as she fished out a water bottle with her forehoof, returning to Raza’s side as she tossed him the water bottle. Raza caught it, opening it with urgency as he took a generous swig and threw it back in the cart as Mrs. Cake continued. “Do you want me to pull the cart, Raza? I could tell that you’re um, haah, starting to get a little drenched…”

“Nonsense, I’m the stallion here,” Raza shook his head as he trotted a little faster to prove that wouldn’t be necessary, grinning at Mrs. Cake as they were nearing their destination. The big house was within their sights, even though it was still a generous gallop away. “Plus, we’re almost there. Then the trip back will be easy without everything in this damn cart to drag along.”

Mrs. Cake quietly nodded, glad that her zebra friend didn’t notice the little aroused noise she had made when making the offer. The amount of sweat on him didn’t deter her from being further distracted by the overpowering musk, but rather enhanced his look. Really emphasizing what a stallion Raza was despite his more submissive nature. The two picked up the pace as they drew closer to the house, Mrs. Cake almost slowing down or tripping from the musk that didn’t relent going into her nostrils. Not that she wanted it to, feeling her loins getting further wet from the deep feeling of desire that coursed through her body. The chubby blue mare wasn’t quite sure if the particularly strong brand of musk came from Raza being a zebra, or if his masculine musk was simply that gifted. Since she had walked with her husband on deliveries many times, and even at his sweatiest, Mr. Cake barely smelled. Certainly not enticing enough for the MILF, but she was with Raza right now for a myriad of reasons. And that was just fine with her.

Walking up to the porch, Mrs. Cake stopped and held up a hoof so that Raza also stopped in his tracks.

“No offense, Raza, but I don’t think the stallion would be particularly fond of your scent,” Mrs. Cake explained. Not that I mind at all. “You wait here and I’ll bring all the goods to him.”

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. I’ll need a chance to catch my breath anyways,” Raza agreed, panting and gasping for air as Mrs. Cake lifted various sweets and breads onto her back and scooped up within her foreleg as she walked away from the mostly empty cart and to the door. Her mind was drifting back to the musk that tragically left her muzzle as she knocked on the door. Just from spending so much time with him and growing closer, Raza’s smell was appealing to her even without the sweat and musk. Unlike her husband’s smell, or any smell for that matter, Raza’s scent was like that of a warm security blanket to her. Comforting whether it was during a catering order or the faithful night where they first met each other…

The door swung open, and the stallion’s eyes lit up as he took the food from Mrs. Cake and gave her the aforementioned tip before profusely thanking her again for the trip. It was the reason the chubby blue mare loved doing what she did, seeing the smiles and bubbly excitement of everyone who savored her treats. Turning around empty-hooved as he had closed the door, Mrs. Cake realized with a jolt of arousal that she would have to endure more of the zebra stud’s masculine musk the rest of the walk back. Simultaneously it both made the walk better and worse as Mrs. Cake gave a small nod to Raza, and the zebra stallion turned the cart around and proceeded to walk back in the direction that they came. Humming a tune to himself, Raza glanced at Mrs. Cake a little bit before continuing to hum his tune.

“What were you thinking?” Mrs. Cake asked.

“Well, I was admiring the view for one,” Raza noted, winking at the older mare before nodding to a road nearby. “And I was thinking since we’re ahead of schedule, we could stop by that lake near the road. Maybe cool ourselves off a little?”

“I suppose that works for me,” Mrs. Cake imagined the nice refreshing feeling that the water would have to offer, but felt her heart drop a little in her chest as she imagined Raza’s musk being washed away by the lake water. Still, she was deeply embarrassed to admit that right then and there, so Mrs. Cake clenched her legs to keep her sexual fluids from dripping out of her and exposing how she really felt to Raza. Turning to make the stop, Mrs. Cake and Raza trotted towards the lake. “So, is this desert hotter than Zebrica?”

“Well, it's hotter than Zebrica in winter or spring,” Raza admitted with a shrug. “But Zebrica’s summers far surpass anything you would experience in Equestria. Fortunately we zebras have various potions and herbs to make it a livable environment for us, so none of us would end up having heat stroke. Those herbs are even properly distributed in the food and drink we have everyday, along with other ingredients to keep us strong.”

Mrs. Cake noted that last part, guessing that the strength herbs were probably the reason why zebras became the overly muscular stereotype that mares loved so much. But then why wasn’t Raza anymore muscular than the average pony? The blue mare found herself not caring about the answer as much as they reached the lake, and Raza chuckled with a blush as he unhooked his body from the cart.

“To be honest, I don’t know if it's just your company,” Raza began quietly. “But I just felt like I’ve been smelling scents I don’t normally smell unless you’re aroused. And I’ve gotten a little worked up after you walked up to the door with your fat ass on full display. But uh, I should probably wash my body off in the la-”

“NO!” Mrs. Cake screamed before she could stop herself, throwing her forehoof over her mouth right after as she took in Raza’s flinch and slightly dropped jaw. “I m-mean, do you think you could hold off on that till after we’re done?”

“Sure, I suppose I could~” Raza smirked, quickly figuring out the older mare’s desire. He may not have been very experienced before he started seeing the chubby blue mare, but even a simple stallion such as himself could guess why Mrs. Cake still wanted him to keep the smell on his body. Mrs. Cake then pressed herself against him, and he pressed his muzzle against her cheek affectionately. While the spell kept her from being overly drenched and having heat flashes, Mrs. Cake still had a hint of smell herself. It was a sweet yet slightly tangy smell that was addicting to the zebra stud even though he pulled back and looked into Mrs. Cake’s eyes. “What would you like to have me do now?”

“Could you perhaps lay on your back, wherever the sand is most comfortable?” Mrs. Cake asked, and right away, the young zebra stallion did just that. Finding a spot in the sand where there wasn’t anything particularly sharp, Raza sat on his haunches before transitioning to laying out on his back.

“If there is one favor I could ask of you?” Raza spoke before Mrs. Cake could fully indulge herself, turning to look at him, Raza glanced between her legs before continuing. “May you have your crotchteats over me as you touch me? I just love to appreciate them, as well as your flanks of course…”

“Yes, like I would be bothered by such a request dearie~” Mrs. Cake snorted before walking up to Raza, hovering over him before turning around till her blueberry-like teats were right above the zebra’s face. Right underneath her muzzle was Raza’s clearly half-erect black zebra length getting harder by the second. Musk or no musk, Mrs. Cake should’ve known that this was bound to have occurred again with Raza. The young zebra stud had a way with his words, and the fact that he was an amazing friend to talk to only further spurred on her desire for him.

Bringing her muzzle closer and restraining herself from deepthroating the zebra’s cock right then and there, Mrs. Cake deliberately allowed herself to inhale the musk as deeply as possible. Overwhelmingly tangy, earthy, and downright powerful, the scent of Raza’s dick and balls was unlike anything of which Mrs. Cake had smelled before. The scent drew her in like a siren’s song as she pressed her muzzle against Raza’s length before moving down to his balls. Pressing her muzzle deeply against his balls, Mrs. Cake moaned loudly against them as she smothered herself further. If the chubby blue mare lived the rest of her life smelling the ball musk of Raza, she would’ve lived an incredibly happy life. Somehow, Raza’s musk smelled far better than any dessert she had ever baked in the kitchen. In her own opinion anyways, since Mrs. Cake highly doubted that her husband would share the same sentiment…

Lowering her crotchteats onto Raza’s face, the zebra noticed that a considerable amount of sweat from Mrs. Cake’s fat cupcake-marked ass cheeks dripped onto his face. Guessing that the sweat-resistant spell had worn off some time ago, Raza certainly had no room to complain. With the glorious and blessed blue crotchteats pressed against his muzzle, the zebra stallion popped one into his mouth right away and began sucking on one. Mrs. Cake gave a muffled yelp into his balls, before proceeding to do the same and sucking one of his balls. Raza felt his heart blossoming and his dick proceeding to get fully erect, with the mare he loved just as aroused as he was. He then shifted to the other crotchteat and sucked on that one as well, using his forehoof to play with the one that was just sucked on.

Mrs. Cake moved to the other ball, sucking on that one and tasting the tangy sweat off that one as well. The chubby blue mare never would’ve imagined herself doing such a dirty act before cheating on her husband, but currently found herself fantasizing about hooking up with creatures who worked out. Ones who sweated very profusely so that she could lick the salty sweat off their balls. Not forgetting to appreciate the main course, Mrs. Cake stopped sucking on Raza’s balls before giving them both one last deep inhale before moving up to the base of the stud’s cock. Giving a thorough lick up to the tip, before licking down to the base again at a different angle, the masculine stink was maddening to her muzzle. As Raza had started playing with the chubby mare’s flanks, lightly smacking the cupcake cutie marks and motorboating his black muzzle in between Mrs. Cake’s blue crotchteats, he felt something far gooier than sweat land in his mane. Pulling back and seeing that Mrs. Cake’s pussy was flatout drooling from her own arousal. Surely, as the gentlecolt that Raza knew himself to be, he couldn’t let Mrs. Cake suck him off without returning the favor. Shifting his body up a bit so that his face was right underneath the chubby blue mare’s pussy, Raza lunged forward and slipped his tongue inside the slightly sweaty blue mare’s pussy. Mrs. Cake quivered and moaned before wrapping her whole mouth around the tip of Raza’s cock, swirling her tongue around the musky and salty tip of his length before moving her mouth down. Raza’s body shook a little, his mind always blown by just how much Mrs. Cake wanted his musky cock. If he had known that his sweat and musk would’ve gotten the chubby blue mare so worked up, Raza would’ve done a full-blown workout before professing his love to the mare! Though, he knew this in hindsight now, so Raza tucked away the mental note in his mind before pushing even further and hitting Mrs. Cake’s g-spot. He was certain he’d be able to get the MILF to cum if he just-

Feeling Mrs. Cake pull her mouth off his dick completely, Raza pulled his face out from between her ass cheeks and turned to look at what the blue mare was looking at in the distance. Not too far away, two stallions pulling their own much bigger cart had stopped and were staring at the two 69ing each other only seconds ago. Staring with wide eyes and unable to move from their spot, they only snapped out of their stupor when a blue unicorn mare in front of them looked over her shoulder. Wearing a uniform and hat with a logo, Mrs. Cake and Raza saw that the mare’s sharp voice got the attention of the stallions instantly.

“Get moving, do you think we have all day?” the blue unicorn snapped, causing the stallions to gallop ahead with the unicorn moving with them at the same pace. Relieved that none of the passerbys recognized either of them, Mrs. Cake resumed what she was doing and with more excitement from being caught. Taking almost Raza’s entire length in her mouth, Mrs. Cake took a few deep breaths before taking it a step further. Deepthroating him and having both her mouth and throat washed with the taste of salty zebra dick musk, feeling the tip of her muzzle smooshed into his fat balls once more, Mrs. Cake clapped her fat ass cheeks around Raza’s muzzle as he dove back into her pussy. The zebra’s tongue wiggled about the chubby mare’s walls like it was her last meal, and Mrs. Cake did her best to focus on Raza’s dick so that she didn’t cum first. Not like there was any prize for being the last to cum, but the excitement in the spontaneous game got Mrs. Cake going. Moving her mouth up till only the tip was still in her mouth, Mrs. Cake then proceeded to get past the slow worship and into the real act. Bobbing her head up and down his dick like she was Rainbow Dash doing a speedrun blowjob, Raza moaned loudly as he neared his orgasm right then and there. Thrusting up into Mrs. Cake’s mouth, not even aware that the blue mare had a game to get him to cum first, Raza allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure for a few more minutes before he came. Spurting hot white ropes of cum down Mrs. Cake’s throat as she had hilted him the moment he came, he was further turned on by the sucking motions Mrs. Cake made with her mouth as she pressed a forehoof against his balls to further coax out his cum. For each spurt of his load that escaped his body with a pleasured groan, Mrs. Cake’s ears flickered as she easily swallowed his entire load with his tip inside her throat.

Pulling back, almost about to get up and head back, Mrs. Cake gasped as Raza used his forehooves to pull her ass towards him until she was fully sitting on his face. Smacking her ass cheeks more firmly, Raza stuffed part of his muzzle inside Mrs. Cake’s pussy walls. Moaning loudly as she threw her head back and brayed to the heavens, Mrs. Cake bounced up and down on Raza’s muzzle as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her ass cheeks rippled and jiggled around Raza’s face as she finally gave in and let herself cum. Her pussy walls firmly clenching around Raza’s muzzle, Mrs. Cake screamed a thunderous “YES!” in approval as she came her sweet sticky sex fluids all over the hungry zebra stud’s face. Raza closed his eyes as he swiftly gulped as much of the mare’s cum as he could, already starting to get hard again at just how good she tasted. Even after she finished cumming and got up, Raza still made an effort to use his forehooves to take juices off his face and lick them off his hooves till his face was somewhat dry. Getting up and seeing that Mrs. Cake wasn’t about to walk back to their mostly empty cart, Raza smirked as he slowly moved towards it.

“Looks like it's just you and me alone in the desert~” Raza snickered, feeling his dick returning to be completely hard as he fluttered his eyelashes at the blue mare that he considered to be his mare in all but official title. He had deep sympathy for the situation that Mrs. Cake felt trapped in, and looked forward to the day that she wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. Cupping Mrs. Cake’s chin with his forehoof as he gently tilted her face towards him. “Why don’t you turn around like that day we first met, and reminisce over some old memories~?”

“Well, that sounds quite lovely,” Mrs. Cake’s growing smile got quite sappy and wobbly as she leaned in and pressed her lips against Raza’s lips. For a few hot seconds, their mouths opened as their tongues wrestled before they both pulled away and Mrs. Cake got into position. Turning around and making sure her tail was to the side, Mrs. Cake glanced over her shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes as she had both her ponut and pussy lips fully presented to the stallion. “Don’t keep me waiting now…”

Raza gave a wide grin before rushing over and mounting his mare, at least in his head. Pressing his muzzle against the back of her crimson mane, Raza wasted no time in lining up his painfully hard cock and sinking most of it into her hot depths. Thanks to the dragon dildo that had briefly penetrated her that fateful day, her pussy was far easier to sink into. But that didn’t make Mrs. Cake’s cunt any less impressive, as the sexually experienced mare now had the skills to clench on command and really make Raza desire her pussy. Raza grunted as he then hilted himself inside Mrs. Cake’s pussy, his balls slapping against the blue mare’s clit before he pulled most of himself back out. Timing himself so that only the tip was still inside his beautiful mare’s depths, Raza thrusted back in and earned a sweet moan from Mrs. Cake. That sound alone was addicting, as well as the chubby mare getting more sweaty the longer they were in the heat. And even though their bodies were getting very hot and sweaty under the powerful sun, that didn’t stop Mrs. Cake and Raza.

“Ooh! Ahn! Ungh!” Mrs. Cake grunted whenever she wasn’t moaning as Raza proceeded to jackhammer right away, wondering if he was going for a quickie since they still needed to get back to the Sugarcube Corner. Regardless, she would greatly savor the moment for all it was as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Raza plapped away at her fat ass, his rapid thrusts creating loud noises for anypony within a good distance to hear. His dark length pistoned in and out of her, slickened with the juices of her previous orgasm and overall arousal. He had his forelegs draped over Mrs. Cake’s shoulders and felt his body experiencing great euphoria. This was, without a doubt, the mare he wanted to bring back to his family. To Zebrica. That was how deeply happy he was to have her as his mare. The itty bitty young adult zebra mares would have nothing on the older Mrs. Cake and her chubby figure, and most of all, her sweet nature. She was everything that Raza wanted in a wife, and one day Raza hoped that the baker would change her mind and carry his foals. Imagining her being swollen with his offspring, Raza felt himself getting close.

“Tell me I’m yours,” Raza huffed, clapping Mrs. Cake’s cheeks as he slammed his dick in and out of her, causing Mrs. Cake to scream incoherently as she heavily blushed. Lifting a hoof and smacking her ass cheek, Raza repeated himself. “Who’s dick is inside you? Don’t tell me your husband is better at this?”

“No he isn’t!” Mrs. Cake wailed, moving her fat ass backwards to meet Raza’s vicious thrusts as her pussy clenched around his dick in arousal. “Your dick is inside me, and it's better than my husband will ever be!”

“Nnng!” Raza groaned as he hilted himself inside Mrs. Cake’s pussy and came, his arousal skyrocketing from the blue mare’s words as well as clapping her fat ass again. Sure, he didn’t get Mrs. Cake to declare herself to belong to him, but he would very likely have another opportunity to try again. And of course, with a mare like Mrs. Cake?

She was absolutely worth the wait.

Granted since she was now on the birth control potion, his seed wouldn’t come to fruition this time. Raza sighed as he pulled his entire length out of Mrs. Cake and took a deep breath before smiling at the satisfied mare, hiding his own disappointments. Nodding his head towards the lake, Raza gave a big smile.

“So now we can go into the water, right?” Raza asked.

“Yes, let’s go,” Mrs. Cake turned around and galloped into the water with Raza following, feeling like a colt with his first love as he felt the bright affection in his gallop. Feeling more alive than the boring single days before, Raza knew that he wouldn’t forget this time soon. Joining her in the lake and feeling the cool water, Raza turned to look at the blue mare again when he felt a splash of water hit his face. With a startling realization as he wiped his eyes, he saw Mrs. Cake smirking as she flicked another splash of water at him.

Moving forward and splashing an even bigger amount of water at her, Raza felt like he was soaring on clouds as they played back and forth…

Humming to themselves, clean of any sweat and mostly smelling fine, Mrs. Cake and Raza walked down the road that would lead them back to Ponyville. The zebra stallion looked at his surroundings as he pulled the empty cart, and saw down the road…a familiar cart.

“Hey, wasn’t that the cart of those stallions?” Raza whispered barely loud enough for Mrs. Cake to hear, and the curious MILF was already trotting ahead to see why their cart had stopped. Seeing the blue mare’s jaw drop, Raza trotted up to her and looked past the cart that had stopped.

The two stallions were stuffing their dicks in the blue unicorn that was in charge, one fucking her mouth and the other one fucking her pussy. The mare’s eyes were rolling to the back of her head as she blushed heavily, occasionally using her magic to make the two stallions thrust into her harder. It left Mrs. Cake with little room to doubt who was the one that initiated the whole sexual encounter. And she had a hunch as to why.

“Goodness, they really must’ve liked our show,” Raza chuckled, and Mrs. Cake smiled up at him.

“That’s what I was thinking!” Mrs. Cake giggled. “I don’t mind if you tell your friends this story, you know, so long as you keep my name out of it.”

“Eh, maybe,” Raza replied as they trotted along before the spitroasted unicorn and her stallions noticed them a second time. Brushing his fur against her fur, Raza gave a gentle smile at his dearest friend. “Although, more than anything else, this just seems like a nice little memory for just the two of us~”

Contains morally gray orgy with cops via bribery plus one jailed griffon, groping, spitroating, blowjobs, exhibitionism, masturbation, anal, ponut/crotchteats fetish, heat/impregnation of a female OC, references to racist officers, sub stallion against aggressive females, brief depiction of sexual harassment and kicking a stallion in the balls, and lots of cumshots!

“Thank you sir,” Mrs. Cake said to the police stallion before he opened the door for her, allowing her into the jailhouse where she would be able to find her friend from a cell. She had received an urgent letter one day at Sugarcube Corner, and she was almost certain it was a predictable letter from Raza that would be the zebra stallion trying to properly win her over a second time. But it was actually Dusty who had written the letter, saying that he was arrested despite being innocent and needed help getting out. Adding that he didn’t need bail money, but needed her right away, Mrs. Cake sighed as she had planned on having another mares’ night with her mom friends again. Considering how amazing the last one went (moreso for Mrs. Cake than anypony else), the chubby blue mare was bummed to miss out on another opportunity to get some dick or at the very least, catch up with her friends.

Walking down and looking at the jail cells, there were different creatures that looked far more unkempt and vicious. Certainly not a place where Dusty would end up ever, and yet there the young adult griffon was. Making it to the jail cell at the end of the hallway, Mrs. Cake saw that right next to Dusty’s jail cell was the desk that led to the rest of the police office. There was a tall and broad-shouldered dark green unicorn stallion with a dark brown mane in police uniform, with a dainty lavender earth pony stallion with big yellow eyes and a rookie uniform. Mrs. Cake was in shock at how such a fluffy looking thing could be a police officer, but weirder occurrences had happened. Speaking of which, Mrs. Cake turned around and looked at the cell where Dusty was staring at her wide-eyed and gripping the bars with his talons.

“What happened to you?” Mrs. Cake leaned in and asked in a motherly voice, out of instinct more than anything else as she also straightened out the younger griffon’s feathers and chest fur.

“There was a mixup where another griffon recently robbed a convenience store, and it just so happened that this racist fuckhead decided that all griffons look alike,” Dusty scoffed, making a pointedly irritated glance at the green stallion before continuing. “Granted, they actually heard my story and believed that I was actually innocent. But they said they need to look over the footage so there isn’t any debate on my innocence. That would require the store owner to access it, and he’s on vacation for the next month! I can’t just piss away my time here that long, considering I have a job.”

Mrs. Cake frowned, feeling a deep pang of sympathy for the griffon as she placed a gentle yet quick kiss on his forehead before turning to the officers. Gaging how to best approach the two of them, Mrs. Cake gulped before reaching her hoof out and getting a hoof shake from both the green stallion and the purple one. The green stallion’s hoofshake was firm, to the point, while the purple stallion’s hoofshake was shaky as he smiled at the older mare.

“My name is Mrs. Cake, I’m sure you two know me from Sugarcube Corner,” the blue mare explained.

“Do I?” the purple stallion’s big floofy ears perked up. “You’ve got the best donuts in Ponyville, Mrs. Cake! Oh, um, my name is Ube Roll.”

“And my name is Tough Nails,” the green stallion puffed his chest as he pressed a hoof to his nametag on his uniform. “And I’m sorry, ma’am. Your griffon friend has a point, and I’ve made a huge lapse in judgment that I take responsibility for. But our hooves are tied until we get the footage, otherwise we’d essentially be letting out a suspect purely based on his word. There really isn’t anything else we can do until the owner returns to the store.”

Mrs. Cake turned around and placed her forehoof over her lips, frustration biting at her as she was reaching an impasse. In hindsight, the chubby mare didn’t know why asking would really do anything. And if they were certain he was innocent, the blue mare couldn’t help but wonder if this Tough Nails was still using unspoken discrimination as a way to keep Dusty behind bars. One less griffon in Ponyville, perhaps? It wasn’t too long ago when Mrs. Cake had absurd assumptions of how all griffons were, and even if the cop was far more aggressive with his beliefs, she was certain she could persuade him and his rookie somehow…

An idea forming in her mind, Mrs. Cake gasped a little as she felt a rush of excitement at her best trick. She had already fucked her way into many different situations, and now it was time for her to fuck her and Dusty out of a situation. Biting her lip as she turned around and walked closer to the desk, sashaying her fat ass cheeks as she saw Dusty gasp out of the corner of her eye, Mrs. Cake’s fluttered her eyelashes as best she could before speaking again.

“Are you really sure there isn’t anything that I can do, anything at all?” Mrs. Cake batted her eyelashes with even more emphasis, her voice deeper than usual as she looked from Ube to Tough. Their eyes both widened, and Ube’s ears flattened as he gritted his teeth and slammed his hoof on the desk despite his deep blush.

“Now listen here!” Ube slammed his hoof on the desk again, but Mrs. Cake still wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated as the smaller and definitely younger adult stallion stood up and glared at her. “If you think you can just pull that kind of stunt on cops, especially being a married mare-”

“That’s enough, rookie,” Tough lifted a forehoof, not even glancing at the purple stallion as he said the words. Ube shut up, waiting for his lieutenant's orders, he watched as Tough Nails got out of his seat and walked up to Mrs. Cake. Tough’s firm gaze and scowl he carried towards Ube fell away as he smirked at the chubby blue mare, walking behind her and smacking her right on the cutie mark. Ube’s jaw dropped as he saw Tough Nails staring right at her holes with the next words he said. “You must either be a real slut, or really care about this griffon here. What about your husband?”

“He doesn’t have to know, does he?” The question towards Tough was rhetorical, knowing the stallion was too worked up to snitch. But Ube still looked like a deer in headlights, and there was a cold twinge of fear as she considered that the goody two-shoes would say something. Tough quickly glared at his rookie, his ears flattening as he kept groping the blue mare’s ass.

“You say anything to her husband, and you can kiss your job goodbye,” Tough decided. “If you feel so uncomfortable, you can leave and there’ll be no punishment. But this fine young lady really wants us to hear her out, got it?”

“Yes, lieutenant,” Ube groaned as he sank further into his chair while Mrs. Cake looked over her shoulder at Tough Nails.

“Thank you sooooo much, sir,” Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyelashes at Tough Nails as she continued with a light twerk of her ass the whole time. “You have no idea how much it would mean to me to have Dusty out of here. And your foreplay is simply amazing too! My husband never gropes me like you do~”

“That husband of yours must not be that good at all,” Tough shook his head, with a tone of voice that he was clearly talking down about Mr. Cake to further entice her. And the chubby blue mare was aware of it, and not even feeling guilt. Unbeknownst to him, Mrs. Cake didn’t find Tough Nail’s foreplay to be anything mind-blowing, simply average groping like anypony would do. Although she had such a strong unicorn stallion feeling her up and Dusty blushing at the show. The only one that didn’t look fully convinced yet was Ube Roll as he was blushing and giving a scrunched up expression at the same time. Feeling a smack on her ass cheek as he started groping both of her cheeks, Mrs. Cake took a few steps around the desk and in front of the purple stallion as Tough Nails followed and kept groping her.

Fluttering her eyelashes at the young adult stallion, Mrs. Cake placed a forehoof on Ube’s hindleg as she swayed her ass from side to side. And better yet, she saw that the sheepish stallion was packing with a good seven inches of dark purple dick that was almost fully erect. Licking her lips, Mrs. Cake looked up at Ube’s heavy blush as he looked at Tough Nails.

“Sir, y-you really sure this is okay to be doing this?” Ube stammered. “I can’t tell whether she’s afraid of us or if I’m…”

Mrs. Cake answered the stallion’s question as she moved up her hoof to the base of Ube’s cock as she slammed her mouth down the first several inches of his dick. Reminding her vaguely of Raza, Mrs. Cake could quickly understand the type of stallion Ube was. Deeply submissive and wanting a mare to take control, Mrs. Cake granted his wish as she began bobbing her head up and down on his cock. The way he instinctively placed his forehooves on her crimson mane, the tiny kicks his hindlegs made in the air from the overwhelming pleasure, and the whines that escaped his mouth…yup, this stallion was in desperate need of a strong mare. Flicking her tail to the side to make sure that Tough Nails had an open invitation right then and there, Mrs. Cake moaned around Ube’s dick as she felt the green stallion sticking his tongue into her pussy. She definitely didn’t take the fella to be the kind to actually please the mare, but it was a welcome feeling as she continuously moaned against Ube’s dick.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Dusty chirped from behind the bars as he grabbed his hardening dark gray length with one of his talons, the scene before him essentially playing out like a porno in the best way possible. Watching Mrs. Cake indulging in the carnal interests of two stallions in order to get him out, Dusty was both touched that she would go to such lengths to free him out of the cell, and turned on by how much she wanted to get dicked down as well. Sure, Dusty was certain that part of her moans and expression was performative like a porno would be, but he knew the chubby mare well enough to know that she really wanted to be dicked down. For all he knew, that was likely her plans for the evening before he interrupted them with his letter. After a minute of licking Mrs. Cake’s pussy and determining it to be wet enough, Tough Nails pulled back and mounted the chubby blue mare. Slipping his thick cock in for a few thrusts, he then pulled out and pressed his lubricated cock to Mrs. Cake’s ponut.

“Give a loud moan if you’re okay with taking it up the butt,” Tough told the chubby blue mare, who was currently bobbing her head up and down Ube’s dick like she was addicted. Ube Roll wasn’t even able to properly keep up as he pawed at her mane and moaned incoherently like it was his first blowjob. Mrs. Cake’s ears flickered with the statement Tough Nails had said, and the chubby blue mare gave an especially loud moan around Ube’s cock without even slowing down. Grinning wide, Tough Nails chuckled as he continued. “Alright, brace yourself Mrs. Cake. Because there’s only one thing that officers like more than donuts, and that’s ponuts.”

Mrs. Cake almost rolled her eyes when she felt Tough’s cock penetrate her backdoor with her pussy juices properly lubricating his dick. Still, the pressure was intense in a way that blew Mrs. Cake’s mind as she made Ube blow his load. Removing her mouth from Ube’s dick, she began stroking him as she pointed the tip of his dark purple dick towards her face.

“Why don’t you frost this cake, honey?” Mrs. Cake purred as she batted her eyelashes at Ube’s eye-twitching and panting expression, his forehooves no longer on her as he was beyond his own self-restraint. Hearing Ube give a loud cry and closing her eyes in anticipation, Ube shot the first rope of his cum right on Mrs. Cake’s muzzle. The second and third ropes of cum landed in her mane next, before the rest of the ropes decorated more of her face. Dusty groaned as he saw the hot white ropes of cum decorating Mrs. Cake’s face like a glazed donut, and the helplessness on Ube’s face as he gave in to his desires. The young cop needed to chill the fuck out, and Dusty would’ve came if it weren’t for the door that was kicked open from where Mrs. Cake walked in.

Feeling his blood run cold as he saw an older unicorn mare walk in uniform, Dusty knew who it was. Granted, he only heard of her in passing since Tough and Ube mentioned her needing to stay away from stallions due to her heat. But one way or another, the captain of the Ponyville’s police department, found out about what was happening. A dark gray unicorn mare with a long silver mane by the name of Vicious Vanity, she wasn’t as tall as Tough Nails, but she was far more muscular than the lieutenant and rookie combined. Fear pulsed throughout Dusty’s body as his dick softened in record time, watching Vicious gallop towards the two stallions and Mrs. Cake as her body was trembling and her eyes were twitching all sorts.

“WHAT IN THE EVER-LOVING FUCK DO YOU TWO THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Vicious yelled so loudly that Dusty was sure that the unicorn nearly popped a vein doing it. Tough Nails screamed like a filly as he almost pulled out of Mrs. Cake, only to freeze up as Vicious pointed a forehoof right at his muzzle. “What in Celestia’s name is wrong with you?! Sticking your dick in a married mare on the job, why would you do something like that?!”

“She definitely wasn’t…bribing us to get this griffon out…” Tough chuckled, blushing brightly and grinning with his bright teeth on full display. Then, his eye twitched. “Oh Celestia, why did I say that…”

“And you!” Vicious looked up at the equally blushing rookie as her ears flattened against her silver mane, staring into the stallion’s wide yellow eyes. “Why was she sucking your…ARE YOU HARD?!”

“Eep!” Ube squeaked, the purple stallion glancing down and noticing that his cock that was still glistening from his load moments earlier, was fully erect once more. Feeling a deep rush from Mrs. Cake taking charge and sucking his dick, the situation made it easier for him to accept his pent up feelings. Taking a deep breath, looking at Mrs. Cake’s knowing wink before looking up at his superior, Ube Roll gulped as he spoke up.

“Um, I find you to be really hot,” Ube admitted, trying and failing to conceal his fat erection with his hindlegs, watching as Vicious’ icy blue eyes widened. “E-Especially when you’re yelling at me, captain. I’m really learning a lot about myself today…”

“You’re joking,” Vicious scoffed, shaking her head as she pressed her forehoof against her forehead and groaned. “Ube, I know you’re an adult but I’m over twice your age.”

“Maybe that’s another part of the charm,” Ube whined, watching as his cock twitched in agreement as he looked down from the blue-furred MILF that nearly made him cum his lights out, and back to Vicious Vanity. His captain was a paragon of strength beyond that of most stallions, so the purple stallion with the white fluffy mane bit his lip as he waited out what his superior was going to do. Growling like she was going to beat the shit out of the two, what happened next surprised everyone else in the room. The gray unicorn mare jumped onto the desk, using one forehoof to sweep everything off said desk as she looked over at the purple stallion with a deep blush and glare. Then, her silver tail moved to the side and exposed her dark gray ponut and pussy lips. Almost as if she was going to-

“Prove it,” Vicious ordered, and Ube scrambled off his own chair and jumped onto the desk. Mounting his superior with her orders, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he had never felt more turned on in his life, he threw his forelegs over her shoulders and pressed the tip of his dick against her pussy. There were, of course, the consequences that Vicious was previously avoiding with all her willpower. But with her literally demanding for him to fuck her, the smaller stallion wasn’t about to feel bad for doing just that. Sinking his length inside her, he watched as his normally stoic boss moaned loudly. Squeezing her pussy around his dick like a vice, Ube pushed more of his length in until his balls slapped against her clit.

“Ah yes~” Vicious moaned, pushing back into Ube as she swatted the rookie with her silver tail. “What’re you waiting for, an invitation? Properly fuck me if you’re going to be inside me!”

“Yes ma’am!” Ube gasped, pulling out most of his length and slamming it back in with enough force to almost knock the older mare off the desk entirely. But Vicious Vanity pushed her hooves further into the desk as she threw her ass back to meet his thrusts, blushing deeply as she started to feel the natural sensation of being a mare fucked by a big dick. So much of her life she needed to keep control of everything, and undoing all that to get impregnated by a nice fat cock was getting to her more than she thought it would. Listening to their boss moaning loudly, Tough Nails grinned and felt his fear ease away into nothing as he looked down at Mrs. Cake, who was fluttering her eyelashes at the green unicorn while twerking her fat ass on his dick that was still partially penetrating her ponut.

“Well, what’re you waiting for~?” Mrs. Cake giggled. “Come on, why don’t you fuck my backdoor better than my husband ever has? I’m sure you wanna show this neglected mare a great time~”

Tough Nails’ eyes widened as he jaw dropped like he had just won the lottery. Snickering as he pulled out till only the tip was inside, he grunted as he slipped several inches back in. Dusty watched as the unicorn stallion’s dick pistoned in and out of the chubby blue mare’s stretched out ponut, her pussy dripping with her absurdly dirty words. Having a decent length to plap away at her ass, Tough grunted as he began properly fucking her. Mrs. Cake groaned at the intrusion to her backdoor, taking pride in just how far she came with taking it up the butt. She had practically no experience with such an act due to how terrible her husband’s efforts were, so she was telling the full truth to the unicorn fucking her. And now having had dildos, griffons, and now a unicorn pummeling her dark blue ponut, there were so many opportunities left to be had. Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her fat MILF ass met Tough’s sharp thrusts. The only downside was that with Ube plapping away at his captain’s pussy, there was nothing in her mouth…

Hearing a whistle from behind her, Mrs. Cake turned around while Tough Nails moved with her in order to keep his dick inside her ass. Seeing Dusty pressed up against the bars and standing on his hindlegs, his talons gripping them as he had his fully erect and almost foot-long length poking out through the bars, he released his talons from the bars to gesture at his length. Her eyes lighting up with realization, Mrs. Cake barreled over to the bars with Tough Nails barely able to keep up with her. Latching her mouth onto Dusty’s length and engulfing as much of his dick as she could, Mrs. Cake’s heart fluttered at the sense of familiarity. With a trio of officers that were very aggressive and worked up in different ways, Mrs. Cake was happy to have someone she trusted to be a part of the whole spontaneous event. Though because of her physical limitations and the bars, she couldn’t entirely deepthroat his length. Dusty didn’t care though, watching and feeling her bobbing her head up and down on his gray length while her ass was continuously rippling from the unicorn’s jackhammering of her backdoor. He certainly couldn’t blame the stallion, even if he hated him. Ponuts were the solution to life’s problems, the griffon had started to learn, and he was getting a piece of the action!

Mrs. Cake kept up the juggling act as best she could, inhaling the griffon musk of poor Dusty who hadn’t been able to wash himself for the past couple of days, as well as clenching her backdoor around the needy unicorn behind her. She highly doubted that this Tough Nails had anyone to sexually satisfy his needs back at home, so she was more than happy to provide her fat MILFy ass to squeeze tightly down on him. Without warning, Mrs. Cake heard Tough Nails’ magic start from his horn as he magically twisted at her crotchteats. Bathing in the sea of lust, slamming her muzzle down on most of Dusty’s length while having her teats unexpectedly tended to, Mrs. Cake moaned against her griffon friend’s cock as she came with the force of a storm. Her fat ass shaking as her limbs convulsed while she willed herself to not fall over, Mrs. Cake’s pussy gushed all sorts of marecum onto the green stallion’s hindlegs and the floor as she swirled her tongue around Dusty’s dick.

“Oh Celestia, she just doesn’t quit,” Tough grunted, getting a lot closer to his climax from the whorish sight on display. Rightfully assuming that Mr. Cake was completely unaware of the chubby blue mare’s infidelity, Tough began plapping the blue mare’s ass with a final few thrusts as he looked at Dusty. “Let’s frost this slutty cake, shall we?”

Dusty nodded, placing his talons through the bars and against Mrs. Cake’s head as he began to properly facefuck her. Despite the discomfort of when it slipped past her throat and hit her gag reflex, Mrs. Cake trained herself to give into the pleasure of others. To slip into a sea of burning pleasure and pain as she felt the griffon cock pistoning her mouth while the unicorn fucked deep into her backdoor. Making sure her teeth didn’t graze Dusty’s cock, Mrs. Cake then closed her eyes when she felt the gray griffon’s dick pull out of her mouth. And then with Tough Nails pulling out of her ass, Mrs. Cake knew what was cumming next. Twerking her ass cheeks for both the griffon and unicorn, Mrs. Cake got just what she wanted. Feeling Tough’s ropes of cum splashing and landing on her cupcake cutie marks, she felt Dusty’s ropes of cum land on her face that wasn’t even fully dry from Ube’s cum. Without them touching any of her holes, Mrs. Cake threw her head back and felt a rope of cum land in her open mouth as she brayed to the heavens. The sheer dirty yet thrilling fulfillment of having stallions and griffons so deeply want her, something she never truly got from her husband, brought her to a very quick second climax. Gushing more marecum as she knew that she was going to need a long rest after such an exhilarating and unexpected orgy, Mrs. Cake bathed in griffon seed and unicorn nut as her legs finally gave out, falling into the puddle of sexual fluids.

“Yes, yes, fuck me rookie!” Vicious barked her orders at the desperately thrusting young stallion, even as she was experiencing her third orgasm gushing all over Ube’s length and hindlegs. Gritting her teeth as to restrain herself from letting out overly feminine sounds, Vicious tried to make it clear who was in charge. But she was still a mare with needs, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her loins were becoming a fiery inferno that had only one way of satisfying her in the moment. Bracing herself before thrusting backwards to meet the inexperienced rookie’s thrusts, Vicious looked over her shoulder as she clenched on him as hard as possible. “Breed me, that’s an order!”

“Oh fuck!” Ube cried out, plapping his captain’s fat yet muscular ass with his full balls hitting her clit over and over again. Not even thinking of the ramifications of what was about to happen, Ube let out a long moan as he hilted his entire length into his captain’s sopping wet cunt during her heat. Spurting rope after rope of his hot seed into the gray unicorn’s fertile depths, Ube felt his mind melting into deep fuzziness as his captain collapsed onto the desk with him going down with her.

Hearing the two done with their sex, Mrs. Cake wiped the mixture of fluids off her eyelids before opening her eyes and sluggishly looking over her shoulder at the captain.

“H-Hey, you don’t mind letting my buddy go, do you?” Mrs. Cake asked before adding. “Nopony has to know about all this, so long as my husband doesn’t know.”

“Y-Yeah, of course,” Vicious nodded, not even looking at Mrs. Cake as she continued. “Hey Tough, get the keys underneath the desk. Let him go, we know he’s innocent.”

“Yes ma’am,” Tough ogled his captain’s creampied pussy underneath Ube with a growing blush as he approached the two of them, going underneath the desk and fishing out keys with the magic from his horn. Trotting over to the cell where Dusty was grinning at Mrs. Cake as she got up, his tail flicking from side to side as Tough used the key to open up his cell and free the griffon.

“Sorry about that,” Tough Nails sighed, looking from Dusty as he jumped out of the cell to Mrs. Cake with a smirk. “Thank you two for being so understanding of the miscommunication, and feel free to shower off in the locker rooms just down the desk before you leave.”

“Thank you sir,” Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyelashes at the green unicorn as she ignored the heavy tiredness that came with her powerful orgasms. “I definitely could use that right about now.”

“Hey, sorry again for wasting your time,” Dusty sighed as he followed Mrs. Cake down the police office until they reached the shower rooms past another door. “You know I’m not the type to get into these lame mixups, it's just typical ponies with their griffon assumptions.”

“Well, it is a shame that I missed the night with the other mothers,” Mrs. Cake explained with a shrug as she walked underneath a shower nozzle, Dusty turning on the hot water as she felt the comforting relief of said water washing away the cum all over her mane and fur. “But this was quite the pleasant experience, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a lot of fun~”

Mrs. Cake and Dusty kept chatting for the next several minutes, the gray griffon even making it up to the older mare as he used the soap to wash her up before they left. And a few minutes after they left, Vicious lifted her head as she felt her rookie’s length still inside her. She couldn’t believe that she gave in to her heat, but of course like with everything else in her life, Vicious Vanity was going to roll with it. Moving her ass up and down and getting Ube’s attention, the lighter purple stallion groaned as he steadily got up. Vicious slipped out from underneath him and spoke to the two stallions without even looking over at them.

“Alright you two horndogs, we need this entire office and jail room cleaned stat!” Vicious ordered, only to hear silence from her order. As she looked over her shoulder to repeat her order, the gray unicorn gasped as her Lieutenant Tough Nails mounted her and looked down at her.

“Ma’am, permission to have a go at you?” Tough smirked.

“Can we have a go at her, too?” Vicious heard several of the other creatures in their cells ask, hearing the others letting out loud whistles from overhearing the show. Feeling a surge of anger at being considered a floozy, Vicious Vanity pulled back her hindleg back and gave Tough Nails a swift kick to the balls. As he cried out in pain and fell over, Vicious turned around and glared at the fallen stallion.

“If I walk in on this happening again, I will have you locked up myself,” Vicious snarled just as Ube got off the desk and walked up to the older mare with wide yellow eyes.

“I’m really sorry about getting involved in this,” Ube groaned. “I was really worked up, and once she started blowing me…I just didn’t want to stop. And oh Celestia, your heat. It was her sucking me and you ordering me and-”

“Shhhh,” Vicious smirked as she pressed a hoof to the purple stallion’s lips, seeing him in a new light as their lives would be forever changed. He was certainly cute, and she was elated at what would be in store. “You’ve got nothing to worry about…Daddy~”

Ube’s jaw dropped as his face turned as white as his mane from the mare’s words.

Spin-Off Chapter! No Mrs. Cake in this chapter, the main characters of this chapter are listed below.
Additional Characters: Posey Shy, Spoiled Rich, Cookie Crumbles, and Twilight Velvet
Contains lots of thestraldom, dragondom, griffondom, diamond-dogdom, zebradom, morally gray orgy to pay off an expensive bill, hint of dubcon, blowjobs, wingjobs, hoofjobs, ponut/crotchteats fetish, anal, full nelson, tail-fucking, spitroasting, triple penetration, breeding kink, creampies, bukkakes, and lots of orgasms!

In the back of a normally bustling expensive restaurant in Canterlot that was exceptionally known for their diverse dishes and employment, called Clawlity Cuisine, were three MILFs and one GILF all wearing sour expressions of different kinds. There was Spoiled Rich, Twilight Velvet, Posey Shy, and Cookie Crumbles who were all planning on enjoying a night on the town. Most of their time had gone on without a hitch too, with the four mares laughing and giggling away whilst getting tipsy and enjoying the different cuisine save for the meat options they had thanks to the griffons and dragons working there. But that wasn’t how the night was ending as Spoiled Rich’s muzzle was scrunched up with her gritted teeth. Finally, after glancing back and forth at her friends, Posey Shy cleared her throat.

“Well, at least it's a good thing that Cup didn’t make it,” Posey said with a faltering smile. “Otherwise she would’ve been dragged into this too.”

Spoiled Rich’s eye twitched as she gave a deep scowl and glare at the yellow pegasus.

“We wouldn’t be here at all if somepony didn’t order the most expensive wine FOR THE TABLE!” Spoiled screamed as she looked right at Twilight Velvet, realizing why the unicorn was so giddy to spill the deets about her neglectful husband. Not only was she slightly tipsy, but clearly Velvet was more comfortable having treated herself to wine none of them could reasonably afford. The pink earth pony almost blamed herself for not noticing that Velvet had ordered it for all of them, but still felt a rush of anger as the gray unicorn threw a forehoof up in the air.

“I’m sure it didn’t help that Cookie knocked over and broke that statue with her huge flank!” Velvet remarked, side-eyeing the pink unicorn with her ridiculously fat ass cheeks.

“Excuse me! My flank isn’t even that much bigger than yours!” Cookie huffed with a roll of her eyes. Spoiled and Velvet both opened their mouths to berate Cookie on her contribution to the absurdly big bill that they racked up with their appetizers, meals, wine, and the broken statue that the pink unicorn caused on the way to the mares’ room…but then a thestral pony they had never seen before walked in. His mere presence hushed the room of the mares entirely, with his mauve purple fur, deep maroon mane, bright red thestral wings, and amber eyes. He stood taller than all of them as he surveyed the four mares. Before he even opened his fanged mouth, the mares were salivating and wide-eyed at just how stunning he was in appearance. All of them in different ways imagined if they met such a stallion in their single years, undoubtedly making a pass at him in their fantasies. Spoiled Rich gulped with a deep blush as she tried to resist her natural attraction to the thestral, and the thoughts that poured over of him dicking her down and showing her how a true stallion fucked a mare.

“Evening ladies,” the mares’ ears flickered at just how alluring his voice was, and barely heard him as he continued. “My name is Swift Whisper and I heard that you girls racked up quite the bill. Both due to our food and some property damage I’ve learned. And none of you have any sort of payment, which is fine. We all make mistakes of course. That’s why if none of you can afford to pay the bill, work is a perfectly fine option. We would just need the four of you to work here for 7 days a week for the next two months, we have beds upstairs so you wouldn’t need to pay for a hotel.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Spoiled spat, shaking her head. “Do you really think any one of us have the time to put our families aside and just work here for the next couple of months?”

“I mean, technically me and Velvet don’t have any foals to take care of anymore,” Posey shrugged. “But I can’t leave my husband at home! Sure he has his cloud collection, but after a few weeks, the poor fella would miss me so much!”

“And I’ve got a daughter to raise!” Cookie added.

“I…” Velvet attempted to protest, say at least something about how she couldn’t leave her husband to his own devices. But after all the shit-talking that came out of her tipsy mouth about his less-than-average dick and lack of interest in her over the past couple of years, Velvet simply clamped her mouth shut. The cold truth was that she would’ve loved to spend a couple of months away from him, but didn’t want to say that out loud.

“Of course, if you’re not looking to waste a lot of time or money, we do have another option that’ll likely be pleasurable to all of us,” Whisper smirked with a shrug.

“All of…” Posey’s jaw dropped as she couldn’t finish her statement, watching as with perfect timing, a large number of males walked in. Namely, all the employees that the mares had seen walk in and out of the kitchen. Thestrals, zebras, griffons, diamond dogs, and even a tall green dragon drake with yellow and red spots filed into the backroom. Some carried stoic expressions, and others flat out grinned at the mares like they planned on defiling them to their hearts’ content. As Whisper saw Spoiled Rich’s aghast look, the thestral stallion lifted a forehoof to stop her from screaming up a storm. “Now, I know you all are lovely mares with husbands. And we are all sworn to secrecy to protect our customers, none of your stallions would know. But even if this still makes you uncomfortable, I’m sure we could negotiate a different solution entirely. Maybe housecleaning for ol Spot Scales’ castle will do?”

“Oh goodness,” the dragon chuckled as he cracked his knuckles. “That castle of mine sure needs a few hours of dusting!”

From Whisper’s whole disclaimer of secrecy, it didn’t take a genius to figure out just what he was implying. All of their faces exploded with a deep red blush as Spoiled nudged the three mares to the corner of the room beyond the hearing distance of the employees. She couldn’t find the words to give the thestral owner a proper response, but processing the looks on the other mothers’ faces did the trick. Seeing them glancing at each other and biting their own lips, their hips swaying from side to side as Spoiled could only imagine was their pussies getting wet with arousal, the earth pony gawked.

“You whorses cannot possibly be considering this insult of an offer,” Spoiled scoffed.

“Well I can’t work here for two months!” Velvet retorted, coming up with the explanation on the spot. Letting this variety of creatures fuck her far more than her husband had in the past few months, and essentially getting her expensive wine for free, was an offer the gray unicorn had no intention of refusing.

“And he is kind enough to not make us do months of labor to pay off the tab,” Cookie giggled, also just as tipsy as she took her makeup kit and applied eyeshadow and lipstick. Pushing down the flyaways in her big poofy purple mane and blowing kissy lips at the tiny mirror in her bag, Cookie and Velvet looked at Posey Shy expectedly.

“I mean, if everypony else thinks it's a good idea…” Posey grinned, her tail flagging in the air and betraying her true feelings. Unlike the others’ husbands, Posey honestly couldn’t see her demure husband being too bothered about her putting out, especially considering the circumstances. Fantasizing about him wanting to know all the details, Posey hummed happily as Velvet looked at Spoiled.

“See, even Posey is enthusiastic about getting dicked down!” Velvet scoffed at Spoiled before bellowing. “Well, Spoiled? What happened to all that complaining about not getting dicked?”

Spoiled made a cutthroat gesture during Velvet’s statement, but the gray unicorn ignored her and outed the pink earth pony anyways. Hearing several of the guys’ chuckle at the other side of the room, Spoiled was about to answer her statement when the studs of all kinds began walking towards the group.

“Well, besides Miss Tight Ass,” a zebra rolled his eyes at Spoiled as he approached Velvet with a thestral stud beside him. “Looks like the three of you are in agreement, and trust us, we are very generous with mares~”

The tall zebra stud leaned forward and pressed his lips against Velvet’s lips, and a wave of lust and affection crashed into the needy GILF’s heart and loins as she wrapped her forelegs around the zebra’s big neck. Then, with a moan into the zebra employee’s lips, Velvet felt the thestral gently placing kisses down her neck and nibbling with his fangs. Velvet didn’t even try to hide her feelings on the agreement as she flagged her tail and giggled into the zebra’s mouth. Even if Night Light did find out, Twilight Velvet was sure she could explain it away with the circumstances…

“Oh my, I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting diamond dogs before~!” Cookie giggled as a medium-height blue diamond dog and a large red one descended on her, leaving out the information about her daughter being used for their labor in the mines. Rarity would certainly clobber her if she found out about this, so she kept her muzzle shut on the matter. The big red diamond dog picked her up and placed her on a table. On her back with her pink legs splayed out, Cookie had fully expected them to start spitroasting her with no foreplay. Pleasantly surprised as the red diamond dog rested his forepaws on Cookie’s thighs and dove into her pussy, sticking his tongue inside and causing the unicorn to squeal, the blue diamond dog rushed in. Grabbing her dark pink crotchteats and twisting them with his digits, Cookie moaned at the generous amount of pleasure being given to her. The employees weren’t lying about their interest in pleasuring the MILFs and GILF just as much as they were being pleasured. Finding herself wanting to put her mouth to use, another zebra flopped his thick length onto her face and she didn’t hesitate. Opening her mouth, she allowed the zebra to give a deep sigh as he slipped in most of his fat length past her lips. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned around the zebra’s dick, smelling the musky scent of his naturally superior length. Her lame-dicked husband couldn’t ever compare to the diamond dogs or the zebra, and Cookie Crumbles felt her entire mentality shift into one of more liberation and honesty. Truth in what she wanted and the wonderful circumstances that led to it. If they were taking advantage of her lack of money, she was more than happy to give into whatever they wanted.

Posey laid herself out in the most submissive stance that Spoiled Rich had ever seen, watching as she sat on her butt and kicked out her hindlegs while resting upright on her forelegs as four different creatures descended on her. Two broad-shouldered griffon cocks, another thestral stallion, and a diamond dog made up the four creatures as they all stood on two legs and presented their hard cocks to the yellow pegasus mom. Posey sighed and leaned forward to the griffon that was closest to her mouth, taking his light brown long length with a long lick from his tip to his base, Spoiled gasped as she watched the normally quiet pegasus MILF open up both her wings and giving two of the dicks wingjobs by stroking them up and down. Then, she lifted one forehoof to take the last dick and give it a hoofjob before she expertly took on four dicks at once without even using her pussy or ponut right away.

“I…cannot,” Spoiled sputtered, at a loss for any words beyond that when she jolted from the feeling of something trailing up her thigh. Glancing over her shoulder wide-eyed as Swift Whisper was right beside her, she was captivated by his piercing amber eyes as he gave a sultry grin.

“I never got your answer, Mrs. Rich~” Whisper’s muzzle was only a few inches away from her face, and so Spoiled Rich couldn’t help but drink in the musk from the thestral stud as well as the overall arousal from the room itself. Everyone else was caving into their lust and desires, and Spoiled Rich self-admittedly felt a twinge of excitement at being the mare to have caught the owner’s attention. But she couldn’t let that show for the sake of her pride, the pink unicorn told herself as she grunted. Opening up her legs, parting her tail to the side, Spoiled Rich felt her face was practically on fire as she looked away from the thestral stallion.

“Just hurry up,” Spoiled hissed, refusing to act whorish like her friends were doing. She’d let the thestral satisfy her dry spell, and get his rocks off, and that would be the end of that. At least, that’s what she told herself until she felt his hoof firmly underneath her chin as he tilted her face to look at him again.

“That’s not the words you wanted to say~” Whisper snickered. “C’mon now, Mrs. Rich. If you want to get fucked, I need you to show it for me. Let your mane down, expose your desires as they are…”

“I…” Spoiled gulped as she still felt a demanding bossiness in her, and didn’t even know if this thestral stud would stand it. But he was right and her desire was very much real, so the pink earth pony looked him in the eye and spoke the words with no room for misinterpretation.

“Breed me.”

Whisper’s floofy bat pony ears raised up as he lunged forward and crashed his lips against her own lips, slipping his long thestral tongue inside as he savored the taste of the stubborn mare’s mouth. He could feel her need to let go, her lack of love from a mile away, and they both knew how much happier she’d be allowing herself the indulgence. Giving up the rigidity of her day-to-day life even just for one night. Pulling back with a big smirk, Swift Whisper walked backwards and sat down on a chair behind him as he had his dark purple dick on full display. With eight inches of fat bat pony length presented to Spoiled Rich, the stuck-up mare felt her guard crumbling as she smelled the source of his musk. Taking several steps forward and leaning in, Spoiled glanced at what was currently happening with her friends.

Twilight Velvet had her back on the floor, with her legs splayed out as she was getting spitroasted by the studs that had chosen her. Whether they assumed her to be just a MILF or knew deep down she was a GILF of experience and age over the rest of the mares, the zebra and thestral stallion seemed to absolutely dig what she had to offer. With the bulky zebra stallion pistoning his fat cock in and out of the gray unicorn GILF’s mouth, his fat dark balls slapping against her muzzle as he had his hooves gently resting on her chest, the thestral stallion was working on the mare’s pussy. His dark gray length was pistoning in and out of Velvet’s needy cunt, slickened with her juices as he pounded her g-spot over and over again. The thestral stallion’s balls hit the GILF unicorn’s ass with each sharp thrust, and Twilight Velvet’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head from the smell of a zebra’s musk as well as the delightfully unrelenting pounding of the thestral.

Cookie Crumbles really seemed to enjoy the studs, so much to the point that she was allowing herself to be triple-penetrated by them. Standing up on her hooves on the table, the blue diamond dog was underneath her pistoning away at her pussy, gripping her shoulders as he barked and growled with each thrust. Meanwhile, the big red diamond dog stood at the end of the table as he had his lubricated dick, arguably the biggest second to the dragon, stretching out the pink unicorn’s ponut and causing Cookie to howl against the zebra’s dick that she was still sucking off. Cumming marecum all over the diamond dog’s dick and all over both diamond dogs, Cookie Crumbles appeared very happy with how much diamond dog dick was being stuffed into her backdoor.

Posey Shy was bouncing up and down on one of the griffon’s dicks, having it inside her pussy as she squealed and blushed with her high-pitched moans. Still using her wings to jerk off two dicks at once, as well as sucking off the tall black diamond dog on-and-off. The griffon that was having her on top was still using her as a fleshlight, his talons on her flower-marked ass cheeks as he moved her up and down despite the juggling act she was trying to do. With how distinctively feminine and submissive Posey came off to the four of them, they started to reach their breaking points. The griffon getting a wingjob groaned as he spurted a huge glop of his seed into the pegasus mother’s dark red mane, while the thestral stud getting a wingjob did the same moments after. The two getting off to Posey’s wings came all over them, and the yellow pegasus had closed her eyes in time for various ropes of cum to land on her muzzle. Meanwhile, the griffon hilted his entire length into her clenching pussy, causing the two to both cum at the same time. Feeling such a long and deeply satisfying length inside her, plus the griffon’s sharp talons pressing against her flanks firmly but not painfully, caused something to break inside of Posey. She wasn’t the kind of mare to date when she was younger, having settled for the first stallion with a shred of decency towards her. And while she didn’t regret that even in the moment, Posey felt her heart racing at just how alive the orgy made her feel. She wanted to get fucked hard, and for the whole night if she could help it. Marecum poured all over the griffon’s dick as he grunted and came ropes of his seed deep into her orgasming pussy. And seeing the three having their orgasms from Posey caused the diamond dog to have one right into Posey’s “O” face as she was screaming in pure pleasure. Shooting ropes of his canine seed into her mouth, Posey tasted his essence along with the essence of the others. The diamond dog’s seed was particularly more salty than the griffon and thestral, who had more earthy tastes to their cum, and her orgasm only doubled in intensity as she slammed her fat yellow ass cheeks down on the griffon beneath her.

Licking Swift Whisper’s fat length with her tongue from the base to the tip, and vice versa, Spoiled Rich watched as Velvet was the second of the mares to cum during the orgy. She clenched her hindlegs around the thestral’s butt as she drew him in, desperate to have his pounding and for the bat pony stud to never let her go. She could tell that the mare was sincere in her recent confession of Night Light’s incompetence, and would’ve been worried for her had her children still lived with her. If anything, Spoiled Rich had herself to worry about considering her daughter just recently turned into a teenager. The pink filly was the main reason Spoiled Rich never did anything up until that point, only eager to do so given the circumstances. The pink earth pony mare watched as the zebra sighed and came deep in Velvet’s throat, while the thestral came from the unicorn’s clenching pussy. Then, Cookie howled and came a second time from feeling the fat load of cum pouring in her ponut and out of it from the red diamond dog that was pounding away from her backdoor. The blue diamond dog grunted as he hilted himself inside Cookie Crumbles’ pussy and essentially drizzled the inside of her “cookie” with his “milk.” Then, the other zebra finally came down the pink unicorn’s throat. With all of the studs having came inside their current partners, they switched. And in the crowd of studs, Spoiled Rich wondered where the drake went. She hadn’t seen him since the start of the orgy, but shrugged as she took Swift Whisper’s length into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down and feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head. Even something like oral where she wouldn’t likely get off was something she wanted to do to her husband. Any sort of sexual attention at all, but he wouldn’t give it to her.

“Oh yes, Mrs. Rich, just like that~” Whisper sighed as he gently rested his forehoof over her mane, rubbing up and down as she moved faster with her blowjob. Using her own forehoof to fondle his fat balls, Spoiled started to get properly wet as she inhaled the musk with each breath from her nostrils, moaning into Swift Whisper’s length as she anticipated getting bred by him. The very real possibility of getting impregnated by the thestral and having his foal, while very anxiety-inducing, made her the most aroused she had felt in years. There was so much that she refused to do in order to keep her family in-tact, but she was progressively getting tired of it. Something had to give, and Spoiled Rich swirled her tongue and sucked vigorously to show the thestral stallion how much she wanted him that night. Swift Whisper grunted more and more until his forehoof pushed down on her head, getting his entire length in her mouth and throat as her mouth pressed against his unloading balls. Taking rope after rope of his earthy seed down her throat and directly into her gullet, Spoiled savored the thick protein shake as she was more than ready to be properly plowed by him. With Swift Whisper pulling Spoiled Rich’s head off his dick, he helped turn around the older mare and had her ass propped up towards him while her head was resting against the floor, presenting her dark pink ponut and pussy lips to him. Mounting her and using a forehoof to jerk off his dick to full erection once more, Swift gave a deep fanged grin as Spoiled parted her tail to the side and revealed her holes.

As Swift Whisper got himself hard once more, Spoiled Rich finally saw the green drake in action. Namely, taking the cum-soaked pegasus MILF with his muscular arms. The dragon called Spot Scales had his monstrously thick foot-long cock flagged straight up as it was pressed against his stomach and chest, and somehow Posey’s ponut was filled with cum from another round that Spoiled didn’t get to witness. Spot Scales had her legs held up as he had Posey Shy in a full nelson as he started bringing her ponut down on his bitchbreaker. It was the only instance that night in which Spoiled Rich was genuinely worried for one of her friends, despite the cum-drunk smile on Posey Shy’s face. She’d only heard of dragons’ lengths in the rare erotic novels she got away with reading in the bathtubs with a nice candle and a glass of non-expensive wine, but knew that they weren’t for every mare to take naturally. Spot Scales snarled and slobbered all over Posey’s mane, as if he was waiting his whole life for a fat-assed pony MILF to breed and claim as his own. Blowing hot smoke out his nostrils, Spot Scales lowered his fat cock and pressed hard against Posey’s dark yellow ponut for several seconds. As her excessively lubed up ponut still took time to open up, Posey’s glasses flew off her head as she brayed to the heavens when he penetrated her. Watching in amazement as the normally demure pegasus bellowed in ecstasy from Spots pumping half his length in and out of her stretched out backdoor, Spoiled was caught off guard as Swift Whisper pressed the tip of his length against her pussy.

“Now, prepare for the ride of your life~” Whisper snickered as he plunged his length inside of Spoiled Rich’s breeding hole, fully intending on making her a mother again as she moaned from the penetration. Damn near cumming on the spot, Spoiled Rich glanced over her shoulder at the mauve thestral pony with only one thought surfacing to the forefront of her mind.

“I…how do you know me?” Spoiled asked, still moaning afterwards from more of Whisper’s thick dick plunging inside her long-neglected pussy.

“Well, you ever considered there was a reason that I wanted you all to myself?” Swift Whisper laughed with a glint in his eye. “Don’t worry, Spoiled Rich, I’m too much of a gentlecolt to blackmail. So you need not worry, but I have worked with your husband before. So uptight, so apathetic, and I just want the pleasure of pumping his sexy wife with foal batter~”

Cold realization dawned upon the pink earth pony upon her luck, that the one time she finally caved into her adulterous desires, it would be one of her husband’s many connections. Sure, the thestral stallion gave his word that he wouldn’t speak of anything to her husband, but what if he found out another way? There was that instinctive worry at first, but then as Swift Whisper pulled out and slammed his dick back inside her, Spoiled Rich then felt a rush of anger. So what if he did impregnate her with a foal, and Filthy Rich put two and two together? That’s what he deserved for being so emotionless in both his business and his lack of pleasure. Grunting as she accepting Swift Whisper’s pounding, his balls churning with another load as they slapped against her clit, Spoiled Rich glanced at her friends again.

Watching Twilight Velvet’s ponut getting railed by a big silver griffon that was previously fucking Posey, his talons gripping her fat star-marked cheeks as he animalistically humped away at her with grunts, the tall red diamond dog also had his paws on her face as he fucked the gray unicorn’s mouth. Cookie was getting fucked in the ponut as well by another zebra that towered over her as he mounted her, slapping his balls against her clit as he smacked her cookie cutie marks while she was sucking off the tall black diamond dog in earnest. Posey was still in the same full nelson position, taking in more than half of Spots’ dick much to Spoiled’s surprise. Either her backdoor got really stretched out over the course of the night so far, or she had experience with similar toys before…

“Yes! Please! Ruin my ponut! Make it yours!” Posey was by far the loudest out of all four of them, and easily proved the authenticity of her enjoyment with the marecum that shot out of her untouched pussy. Simply having another orgasm just from the dragon fucking her ponut, Spoiled Rich wouldn’t have been surprised if Posey wouldn’t be able to settle for anything else. She could easily see the yellow pegasus mom turning over a new leaf and giving herself up to be dragon property with a completed collar and leash. Though, perhaps that was just her experience with erotic novel reading telling her this. Spoiled watched as Twilight Velvet and Cookie Crumbles also came without any contact to their pussies, the unicorns’ eyes rolling to the back of their heads as they cried out against the dicks they were currently sucking or being facefucked by. Spoiled Rich wondered if the rest of her friends had secretly been butt sluts this whole time, or if they were all discovering it together. Perhaps she would do the same soon, but with how long her pussy was being neglected, Spoiled Rich knew what she wanted as she thrusted her ass back to meet Swift Whisper’s powerful thrusts against her g-spot. As much as she wanted to hide just how much she was enjoying herself, she knew that’s not what her thestral stud would’ve wanted. Throwing her head back and losing her restraint as she brayed to the heavens, Spoiled Rich desperately clenched around Whisper’s length as marecum spilled out from around his dick and onto their legs and the floor.

“There we go, that’s a good mare,” Whisper hissed, jackhammering his dark purple cock into Spoiled Rich’s cheating cunt. Taking deep desire in claiming Filthy Rich’s wife for himself, likely being the first one to do so and defile their marriage, Whisper felt himself close to blowing his load. Plapping away at the mare’s fat pink ass, Whisper leaned his fanged muzzle against her ear and breathed his hot lustful air on it. “Tell me, Spoiled Rich. Do you want my load inside you too? Do you want to chance it, make it clear who fucks harder?”

“That’s assuming that lame-dicked loser even fucks me at all,” Spoiled moaned as she confessed her husband’s horrendous lack in the bedroom, clenching her pussy walls down on the bat pony owner as she threw her head back. “Only if I get a chance to fuck you again if I get pregnant, deal?”

“I wouldn’t want to have it any other way~” Whisper purred, knowing damn well that he technically made no promise to actually stick around for any possible pregnancy she may end up having, just promising to fuck her again. Giving a deep moan of victory, having gotten the permission to unload inside Spoiled Rich, Swift Whisper hilted inside the wife of his business partner before unloading his fertile seed into her needy breeding hole. Hoping to Celestia that his creampie would have fruition, only time would tell.

Spoiled Rich felt the thestral stud flip her around on her back as he got his dick hard again from rubbing it against her pussy, and penetrated her ponut much to her delight. As she watched buckets of cum pouring out of Posey’s ponut from the excess amount of the drake’s orgasm, Spoiled glanced over as the dragon seemed to be making his rounds. With Twilight Velvet sitting by her cum-soaked self as she recovered from the numerous spitroastings, Spoiled watched as Spots threw her into a mating press, waiting till she blew him a kiss as the go-ahead for him to continue. Watching in awe as Spots slipped his lubricated tower of a length into Velvet’s stretched out ponut, she watched as the GILF came with the dragon’s claws pushing down her hindlegs. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her gray ponut absolutely stuffed to the brim with the drake’s cock, Twilight Velvet was having the time of her life. Cookie Crumbles, also cum-soaked and recovering from the triple penetration she enjoyed, trotted over behind Spots Scales and sat on her back with her legs splayed out.

“Don’t suppose you could offer little ol’ me your tail?” Cookie fluttered her eyelashes, and instantly came when the green drake’s tail striked and penetrated her pussy. Tail-fucking her pussy and stretching out considerably, while fucking Velvet’s ponut at the same time, Spoiled Rich was amazed at the juggling act that the drake performed. The remaining studs were jerking off around Posey, who was seeing stars from the dragon fucking she received. Watching as over half a dozen of them shot ropes of their seed all over Posey’s mane, fur, and holes, Spoiled felt Whisper’s forehooves push her legs back so she was in a mating press all of her own. Being looked at like prey from his gleaming amber eyes, Whisper licked his own fangs.

“Eyes on me, Mrs. Rich,” Whisper purred. “This night isn’t over until your holes are all claimed by me~”

It was the next morning, all four MILFs walking out of the establishment with cum leaking from their ponuts and pussies, feeling dizzy and disoriented from the lack of sleep throughout the entire night. Even when they got breaks to eat or drink water, the studs would want more and the mares admittedly couldn’t get enough. Never before did any of them entertain the lust that came with engaging in adulterous interspecies sex, and they all knew there was no going back. Even if none of them ever broke their vows for another species again, the euphoria that surpassed all their previous encounters were forever burned into their brains. They’d have to either get by with exotic dildos or dare to break their vows again, a blessing as much as it was a curse.

Then, Posey frowned as she looked to Spoiled Rich next to her.

“Wait a second,” Posey spoke up. “Spoiled, couldn’t we have stayed while you got the money we needed to pay back Whisper?”

Spoiled babbled incoherently, too worn out from the night-long excitement that left her on the verge of passing out and wanting to sleep for a couple of days. Not even processing what Posey Shy had said, Spoiled Rich focused on her biggest priority at the moment. Getting a nice deep and soapy scrub when she got home, and putting aside her adulterous night and its connotations as tomorrow’s problem…

Contains orgy in a sex shop, bisexual griffondom, femdom, pegging, strap-on toys, hoof insertion with lube, cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, mating press, fucking a guy against a wall, wholesome friendship, romantic makeouts, a misogynist being put in his place, rough sex, loving sex, masturbation, and lots of orgasms!

“So why would you regularly visit a shop that isn’t in Ponyville? Do they have products that wouldn’t normally be sold there?”

“Um, not products that I’d be comfortable buying in Ponyville, d-dearie,” Mrs. Cake gave a dry laugh at what would be Raza’s short-lived naïve nature. With the young Raza and Dusty on each side of her, the former staring intently at Mrs. Cake as she talked while the latter took in all the sights and sounds of the different town, the chubby blue mare blushed as they were within seeing distance of the Greedy Griffon Grabs & Gems building with the words in dark red silky font, leaving very little to the imagination of what was in there. Raza, though looking ahead enough to make sure he didn’t bump into anybody, was still too distracted staring at Mrs. Cake to notice the title of the building they were directly walking towards. Dusty was humming to himself and nodding at the occasional pony who ogled him, unsure why until he looked at the building he was unwittingly walking towards. Suddenly struck with shock from the title of the building, Dusty’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as his wings opened up and his fur bristled.

“Is this a griffon-themed sex shop?!” Dusty squawked at the top of his lungs, getting one of the mares ogling him to laugh and run off. Mrs. Cake, though she was wearing her signature sunglasses and skirt till she walked into the more discreet setting of the building, slapped her forehoof over Dusty’s dark gray beak and shushed him. Keeping her forehoof on his beak til his wings folded back at his sides, Mrs. Cake shook her head at his boisterous behavior before opening her mouth.

“Well if everypony in town didn’t know about this shop, they do now,” Mrs. Cake scoffed, noticing that Raza was staring wide-eyed at the shop he didn’t notice before. “Yes, I went there before I met you two. It’s how I got the toys.”

“And I’m assuming you stopped going here after you met us?” Raza spoke up, and Mrs. Cake winced at his specific choice of question. She could lie to her husband, shocking as that might sound, but she couldn’t lie to the sickeningly romantic young zebra stud she's inadvertently courted over the past several weeks. Shaking her head, Mrs. Cake gulped as she looked at the both of them.

“Try not to make a big deal of her, seeing as I’ve discovered myself a little that day, but we did have sex one time after I started seeing you both,” Mrs. Cake stammered, feeling sweat roll down her fur. Raza blushed profusely, feeling his heart twisting in his chest at the idea of even more competition becoming true. Did the universe have a funny way of messing with him by throwing another greedy griffon at Mrs. Cake? Mrs. Cake looked away at Raza’s twitching ears and gritted teeth, only to look at Dusty staring at her as if she had flashed her ponut for him to take. His glittering orange eyes were the first indicator of excitement before a full-on grin plastered his beak.

“Are you telling me she is a griffoness that also shares a love for chubby MILFs?!” Dusty opened his wings again and flew towards the building at lightning speed before Mrs. Cake could stop him, causing her to slap her own forehead with a forehoof before galloping after him. She didn’t want Dusty to bombard Phoenix with no context, especially since the chubby blue mare had gone a while without visiting her and wanted the young studs’ introduction to go off without a hitch. Dusty threw his talons against the door and swung it open, with Mrs. Cake barely catching up enough to keep the door from closing on her. Raza followed her, and Mrs. Cake gave a big exhale at the fact that the shop was luckily empty save for Phoenix staring down Dusty behind the counter on her stool. Mrs. Cake was already aware of Phoenix being more than twice as big as Dusty with her rippling muscles, though the size difference was more glaringly obvious with the stool causing her to tower over the blushing and stuttering Dusty who looked like he was about to pass out.

“How…is a griffoness…this big?” Dusty stammered, though his reaction barely met any response from Phoenix’s narrowed amber eyes. Instead, Phoenix turned to look at Mrs. Cake and Raza as the chubby mare removed her sunglasses in the presence of the superior shopkeeper.

“I take it these are your boy toys?” Phoenix asked, standing up on her stool as she prepared to jump over the counter. Dusty flinched as he stumbled to the side to make room for the bigger red griffoness, watching with his dropped beak as Phoenix bunched up her muscles and jumped to the other side of the counter. Like with Mrs. Cake, though for different reasons entirely, Dusty couldn’t take his eyes off of Phoenix. Up until that moment, he had only heard of griffons that were as big as her. Phoenix didn’t bother staring at him, turning her muscular ass to him as she stared Raza up and down. “They’re a bit smaller than I expected, though I probably won’t be able to say the same for their dicks~”

“Our dicks? Are you saying that…” Raza profusely blushed through his striped fur, not being met with as much unrestrained enthusiasm as he expected to feel. This shopkeeper, one whose name he didn’t even know yet, looked as strikingly beautiful as a griffoness could be, but he still found his heart and admittedly his loins leaning far more towards the fat-assed MILF with a heart as sweet as her diet. Averting his eyes from Phoenix, the griffoness scoffed and rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Dusty. Noticing the entirely different expression on the smaller griffon cock’s face, the gray griff’s orange eyes lit up as his flexible tail flickered back and forth.

“Ah, looks like only one of them has a taste for both MILFs and griffs,” Phoenix sighed. “Oh well, I’m not going to force your little zebra toy to play with me, he can just watch me play with you and his little rival here. At least, that’s what I’m assuming he is.”

“I um,” Dusty blushed, normally finding himself able to come up with the right words to get a lady wet and enamored, but finding himself struggling with his normally iron-clad charisma for the first time. “Would like to know the name to such a pretty face?”

“Hmm,” Phoenix smirked, approaching Dusty and towering over him as she extended a talon towards the gray griff. “The name is Phoenix, and I’m the owner of this shop. Please, no need for any of you to be in such a rush. I’m a business owner first and a lover second, so I please ask that you and your zebra friend peruse all my stuff, whether you end up buying it or not can be a concern for after our fun~”

Before Dusty could come up with a response, the much bigger dark red griffoness turned around and walked past Raza and Mrs. Cake ogling each other quietly like teenagers in their first relationship, not knowing quite what to do in the presence of such a strong female. Phoenix walked up to the door, opened it to throw a CLOSED sign on the outside doorhandle, and proceeded to close the door and lock it from the inside for extra measure. She cared not for whatever business she might’ve missed out on from locking up for the next several hours, knowing deep down that she was going to get plenty of revenue and orgasms from the two needy newcomers and her even more desperate regular. Turning away from the door, smirking at Mrs. Cake and Dusty both ogling her blatantly, Phoenix stood up straight and puffed her floofy chest out.

“Now, I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask for the names of you and some basic tidbits about yourselves and how you met Mrs. Blue Butt here,” Phoenix explained, turning to look into Raza’s doey blue eyes. “I can tell you’re closer to her, you go first.”

“My name is Raza, my parents named me after hope,” Raza explained. “I’m twenty-one years old and I was born and raised in Zebrica. I live in another town where I’m a caretaker for the elderly, and it pays quite well.”

“Yes, and how did you meet Mrs. Cake?” Phoenix giggled, walking up to Mrs. Cake and asserting herself as she opened one of her ginormous wings and rested it on the blue mare’s back as she stared down at Raza. Much to Phoenix’s surprise, the small zebra stud didn’t back down as he maintained eye contact with her.

“We met at a nightclub, she got away from her friends and saw me struggling with mare troubles, we confided in one another and became what the other needed,” Raza puffed his chest out, keeping his voice from stammering despite Phoenix lifting a talon to slowly fondle Mrs. Cake’s neck and shoulders. Mrs. Cake bit her lip, blushing in intense arousal and even a hint of shame from letting such a bossy griffoness play with her in front of the stallion who loved her. With Dusty behind her, Mrs. Cake could only imagine that the snarky cock was having the time of his life for a multitude of reasons. Once Phoenix realized that Raza wasn’t going to back down, she rolled her eyes as she removed her wing and talon from Mrs. Cake and turned around to face Dusty expectedly. This time, Dusty had enough time to open his wings in an attempt to look impressive, staring up at Phoenix with a dazzling beaky grin.

“My name is Dusty, and I’m a masseur back in Ponyville,” Dusty explained. “I’m twenty-two and moved to Equestria from Griffonstone to pursue education, learning many tricks of the trade. I’ve had plenty of hookups with griffonesses and mares alike, but not really any actual relationships.”

“Your choice or theirs?” Phoenix tilted her head.

“Oh most certainly mine,” Dusty laughed, waving a wing in dismissal as he continued. “I had no time to actually give into a relationship, especially when I was flying from place to place before I settled down in Ponyville with my dream job. I never got unprofessional with any of my clients until Mrs. Cake and her sweet butt walked into my room~”

“Hmm, I can’t say I blame you,” Phoenix nodded, though a sense of worry crept to the forefront of her mind as she noticed Dusty’s steadily increasing hotheadedness. With how submissive and agreeable Mrs. Cake was, Phoenix could easily see the slutty MILF unknowingly feeding his ego to the point where Dusty was more concerned about making a performance for himself and not for the mare receiving the pleasure outright. And Mrs. Cake with her pitiful lack of sex before wouldn’t be none the wiser; this couldn’t be allowed. Phoenix looked towards her merchandise and accessories, flicking her tail towards them before she turned to look back at the boy toys and Mrs. Cake. “Raza and Dusty, you take a few minutes to look around. I’m going to talk to blue butt.”

Dusty was quick to skip towards the shelves of stuff with a happy hum and a pep in his step as he looked at the various shirts and toys, with Raza refusing to take his eyes off Mrs. Cake for a few moments before he sighed and trotted away in Dusty’s direction to survey the different products for politeness’ sake. Phoenix looked at Mrs. Cake, admiring her blushing and blinking obliviousness till the chubby blue mare focused her gaze on the much bigger griffoness.

“They seem cute, relatively polite,” Phoenix whispered discreetly, her eyes darting over to the stallion and cock as they seemed far enough away. “But your striped admirer sounds like he hasn’t had a lot of experience outside of you, and your griffon seems like he’s got a big head. I know Raza won’t want to have sex outside of you, but since you’ve got the husband, maybe you should encourage it?”

“What?” Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened at the shocking suggestion from Phoenix.

“I mean, if he doesn’t mean the same to you as you do to him, I’m just saying to allow him to fuck others if the opportunity arises,” Phoenix shrugged, and Mrs. Cake found herself struck with confusion as she processed what the shopkeeper was saying. In theory, the big blue mare had zero problems with the young zebra sleeping with somepony else and even encouraged it in the beginning. But with Phoenix chirping the same advice, Mrs. Cake felt a flush of possessiveness over Raza with the memories flashing before her eyes. Just the two of them, like at the club, behind the counter, and even making the delivery in the desert. There was that air when it was just the two of them alone, that made Mrs. Cake feel a lot younger than she actually was…

“And if you don’t mind, I’m going to blow your griffon’s mind and his load before the day is done,” Phoenix laughed, in much less of a whisper as Mrs. Cake gasped. Before the dark red griffoness could worry about how her regular felt, she saw Mrs. Cake’s dropped jaw melted away into a small smile and bitten lip. Phoenix looked over her shoulder as she saw Raza and Dusty return to her side, the former staring at Mrs. Cake while Dusty took turns staring both at the chubby mare and the giant griffoness. “Are you two ready? I’ll have you show your dicks soon enough, but I want you to see how to properly fuck this MILF~”

Phoenix jumped behind the counter, fetching her strap-on harness and attaching one of her dildos to it. It was her favorite one that she hadn’t quite used on Mrs. Cake yet: a thick ten-inch dark red griffon-cock-resembling dildo. Between her legs, it matched the shade of her own fur almost perfectly as she poked her lioness tail through the hole in the harness that doubled as effective lingerie with its black lacy appearance. Not wanting the equipment to fall off her figure, Phoenix opened her long wingspan and flew over the counter to land in between Mrs. Cake and her boy toys. Instinctively, Mrs. Cake took off her skirt and laid herself out on the floor and on her back with her sweet-smelling crimson tail moved to the side for the griffoness shopkeeper.

“I’m ready for whatever you want from me, Ms. Nix~” Mrs. Cake’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she barely even noticed Raza and Dusty’s mouth drop from the name.

“Is…Nix your nickname? Or should I say Nixname?” Dusty chuckled in an attempt to gain his bearings.

“Oh no, Phoenix is my nickname,” Phoenix explained, savoring the look of the MILF’s pussy lips and blueberry crotchteats as she didn’t even look over at Dusty to respond. “Er, I’d rather not go over my full name at the moment, it's a bit long.”

“I get complicated names,” Raza’s voice died a little during his comment as he watched Phoenix lean her beak forward, noticing the tip of the griffoness’ beak wasn’t sharp as it pressed gently against his love’s clit. Mrs. Cake watched and felt as Phoenix’s long tongue slipped into her pussy and teased her g-spot almost right away, causing the blue mare to shudder and whine. Phoenix didn’t get as aggressive as last time she blatantly seduced the chubby mare, this time making sure that Mrs. Cake was having all the pleasure she wanted right away. This was confirmed as Mrs. Cake was on the brink of her orgasm within less than five minutes, her chubby hindlegs shuddering as she watched Phoenix slowly pull away to stand directly over the MILF. With her poofy red chest hovering over Mrs. Cake’s face, Phoenix lowered her bottom half so that her fake cock tip was pressed against the entrance of the chubby blue mare. Before she began, she glanced at Raza and Dusty.

“I want you boys to watch very carefully, because neither of you have learned half as much as you can to really fuck her,” Phoenix growled, turning to stare into Mrs. Cake’s wide eyes before slipping the first couple of inches inside of Mrs. Cake. The blue mare moaned louder as she felt the satisfying feeling of penetration rocking her world, staring directly into Phoenix’s demanding yellow eyes as if no one else was in the room. It only took a few more inches, Phoenix having half of her strap-on inside of Mrs. Cake to get the blue mare to bray to the heavens. The first orgasm crashing into her body like a dying star, Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as marecum gushed all over the harness and Phoenix’s hindlegs. Phoenix grunted as she didn’t relent, instead sinking more of the length in and noticing that Mrs. Cake wasn’t quite as tight as when she first took her. Almost hilting the blue mare with complete ease, Phoenix pulled out most of her strap-on and began plapping Mrs. Cake in earnest. With each steadily more vicious thrust into the blue mare, watching the cupcakes on her ass ripple like a siren’s call to the hungry predator, Phoenix spoke up.

“So have the two of you double-penetrated this slut or something?” Phoenix asked, still staring down at Mrs. Cake as she did so.

“Don’t call her a-”

“We might’ve used your dragon dildo on her briefly~” Dusty admitted, interrupting the scowling Raza as the gray griffon stared intently at Phoenix’s ass, even if most of it was covered by the lingerie-like harness. Phoenix’s brisk nod before steadily picking up her thrusts was the only indicator that she heard anything from them at all, and Dusty couldn’t blame the beast of a griffoness. The fact that he was able to fuck her at all despite the blue butt having a husband was something he considered himself lucky for everyday, and Dusty even found himself spitting on and then bringing a talon to his hardening dark gray length. Using the saliva to move his talon up and down his cock more effectively, Dusty sighed as he jerked himself off to the show. Meanwhile, Raza was steadily getting hard himself from watching Mrs. Cake’s ass cheeks ripple so profoundly. And while he wasn’t interested in Phoenix like that, Raza did as he was advised and actually took mental notes with what she was doing. Her thrusts were savage, one bleeding right into the other as she made sure that Mrs. Cake didn’t get a moment to recover. Mrs. Cake became less able to control herself, moaning loud enough to be heard by anybody passing by the building itself. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a second orgasm struck her body, marecum splashing all over the floor as Phoenix moved her talons onto Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs to move them to the back of her head. With the chubby blue mare admittedly being out of shape, it took some additional effort for her to comfortably settle into the mating press that Phoenix was putting her in.

As the hour passed by, a lot more slowly for Raza than for Dusty, Mrs. Cake was subjected to half a dozen orgasms. Some louder than others, as Dusty made the choice to edge himself several times during the whole voyeuristic encounter. He had a hunch that Phoenix was going to drop the dom act shortly, ripping off the harness and moving her little tail to the side to get properly dicked down by a real griff dick. Then Dusty would have two sluts underneath his thrall, the gray griffon snickered as a bit of pre-cum leaked out of his slowly stroked dick. Meanwhile, Raza stood there blushing profusely more out of jealousy than anything else, not recalling the last time, if ever, that he made Mrs. Cake cum like that. If Phoenix’s intent was to emasculate him to the point of wanting nothing more to fuck Mrs. Cake into a cum-coma, then it was certainly working. He was already planning on taking her that way next time the two of them were alone in Sugarcube Corner. And just as he was thinking that, Phoenix sighed as she pulled the entirety of her swiftly plapping red strap-on out of the drooling Mrs. Cake. Snickering at the way Mrs. Cake slumped over and passed out, Phoenix turned around as she began to take off the strap-on harness and threw it over behind the counter back where it belonged.

“Haaaah, that MILF fucking really hit the spot~” Phoenix giggled, the burnout she felt from single-handedly running her shop dissipated as she was thoroughly rejuvenated from the savage sex session she subjected the slut to. Looking at Raza and Dusty, eyeing up the both of them, Phoenix tsked as she flicked her tail towards them. “We’ll get Mrs. Cake up in a second, I want both of you on your backs. Don’t worry, its purely for dick inspection~”

Dusty felt a jolt of cold fear shake throughout his body at the idea of Phoenix using that strap-on to plunge into his virgin asshole, followed by the deep relief of her following assurance. Swiftly laying on his back with his cock conveniently fully erect for Phoenix already, Dusty winked at the big griffoness as she walked up to him and hovered over the smaller griff, smirking like the cat who ate the canary as he felt the griffoness’ meaty talon firmly grasp his dick and move her talon up and down.

“I see you had a lot of fun watching me plap your fuckbuddy,” Phoenix snorted.

“It was cute for sure,” Dusty stuck his tongue out as he continued. “But I know what a big griffoness like you needs, a little special something that I’m sure most cocks are afraid to give to you…”

“Oh yeah?” Phoenix tilted her head, letting go of his dick and narrowing her eyes at Dusty’s bravado. “And what would that be, hun?”

“A nice good dicking to help embrace your feminine nature~” Dusty licked his beak as he smirked and even slightly blushed, expecting to watch Phoenix drop her bossiness right then and there. But Phoenix’s beak dropped and her eyes widened as if he put snails in her food, remaining speechless for a few moments before she scoffed and walked away.

“You don’t know me at all if that’s what you think of me,” Phoenix growled to Dusty as she approached Raza, who despite his reluctance, had properly laid on his back with his half-erect length presented to anyone to see. Raza averted his gaze from Phoenix, bringing a forehoof to his cock to give it several strokes to its full length for the griffoness to properly inspect. Phoenix lowered her head towards his dick to stare at it, before looking at Dusty’s near-footlong cock. Nodding, she pulled back and gestured her head for them to both stand back up.

“Not bad, just as I expected,” Phoenix admitted. “Tell me, which of you two thinks you need the personal training to dick down Mrs. Cake more?”

“I do,” Raza blurted out at the same time Dusty said “Raza does.” Phoenix wasn’t the least bit surprised by either answer, frowning at Dusty and shaking her head despite him being too cocky to notice. Phoenix walked up to Raza and placed her talon on his shoulder, looking down at him.

“I appreciate your honesty, and I have the perfect way to teach you the best way to give dick,” Phoenix smiled with what she was about to say next. “And that is to take dick~”

“WHAT?” Raza brayed while Dusty fell back on his ass in a fit of hysterical laughter, Phoenix’s beak twitching as she waited several minutes for the immature griff to stop laughing to continue.

“In a way, it certainly helps,” Phoenix shrugged. “Plus, assuming you weren’t able to give your oral or vaginal virginities to Mrs. Cake, there’s still one that you can give to her. Opening your previously untouched ponut to her, letting her take you like a stallion, that’s a beautiful gift you can give to her. Certainly one she wouldn’t forget~”

“I, um,” Raza floundered nervously with his words, heavily blushing as he was inevitably entertaining the carefully chosen words of the shopkeeper. He did want to give Mrs. Cake a new experience, one that the both of them never had before with anyone else. His mind was torn with the fear of his backdoor hurting during and after, while his heart fluttered with the excitement of further surrendering himself to the mare he loved. His submissiveness, due to being a zebra stud, wasn’t something that he proudly flaunted. But it was a growing part of him that he was becoming more comfortable with, being Mrs. Cake’s to do whatever she wanted. Nodding his head, Raza made sure his throat was clear before he responded. “Y-Yeah, I would like to give that to her if she wants it too.”

“Of course, that’s how it should be,” Phoenix purred, turning around and approaching Mrs. Cake as she was making little sounds, starting to wake up by the time the griffoness patted her face with a talon. “Hey? Still got some energy in you, hun? I’ve got an idea for something you and Raza can experience together…”

“Hmm?” Mrs. Cake’s ears perked up as her eyes fluttered open, the blue mare taking a forehoof and wiping the drool from her face as she looked up at Phoenix. “Yeah, I could just use some water. What do you have in mind?”

Phoenix turned around, getting a water bottle behind the counter to give to Mrs. Cake to chug down. Against her initial instinct to tell Mrs. Cake the idea while she was drinking water, Phoenix smirked as she waited patiently for Mrs. Cake to drop the empty bottle in the nearby trash can before Phoenix pointed her tail at the blushing zebra.

“I was suggesting to Raza that he give his last virginity to you, as a way to give the both of you something deeply meaningful,” Phoenix giggled at her own deviousness, being far too perverted to actually be invested in their romance beyond wanting a good show. “And Raza here said yes, but only if you’re into the idea. You would be putting on a special strap-on I made for you recently, and taking that ponut of his~”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks as she processed what Phoenix was suggesting. Post convos she shared with the big shopkeeper after the blowjob “servicing” included the many times Phoenix had dominated stallions, and the various ways that she did so. Based both on the stories and her own trysts with Phoenix, Mrs. Cake knew the predatory griffoness was not to be messed with. But the chubby blue mare blushed as she tried to imagine herself in the same position as Phoenix.

“You really think I could even be half as dominant as you?” Mrs. Cake whispered.

“Pegging him in the ass doesn’t have to entirely be about dominance,” Phoenix shrugged, jumping over the counter and retrieving a harness with an entirely different dildo on it before jumping back in front of Mrs. Cake. Holding it in one talon, Phoenix showed Mrs. Cake the strap-on as she continued. “As I’ve said, this is a deeply intimate first time for the both of you. I don’t expect either of you to be pros at it.”

Mrs. Cake looked down at the strap-on, finding that Phoenix had mercifully made the dildo only five inches long and with average width. It was a bright blue, nearly the exact shade as the MILF’s fur. Raza stared at it, exhaling and slightly calming down as it didn’t seem as unfathomable as Phoenix’s ten inch monster that she wore. Still, Raza didn’t know how he was supposed to take that without…

“Let me go get something incredibly essential to this first time experience~” Phoenix flew past the shelves of her merchandise, humming to herself as she retrieved a big bottle of lube that she brought back to Mrs. Cake. Handing both the strap-on harness and the big lube bottle to Mrs. Cake, Phoenix sighed as she said words she never thought she’d say. “Both of those items are on the house, sweetheart. Just don’t forget about Ms. Nix anytime soon, okay?”

“You don’t mean…” Despite Phoenix’s initial bouts of squeezing the MILF’s fat ass for bits, Phoenix couldn’t pretend that she hadn’t developed a level of fondness for the mare she broke into a slut. Mrs. Cake beamed and threw her forelegs around Phoenix’s shoulders into a hug, holding onto the gifts, before galloping over to Raza. As she put on the harness that tightly squeezed against her ridiculously fat ass, and opened the lube bottle to put a generous amount on her hoof, Mrs. Cake smiled again at Phoenix. “Thank you~”

Mrs. Cake took her eyes off the griffoness shopkeeper and looked at Raza's tush. Not nearly as fat as her own, Raza had a smaller striped booty that had a little bit of fat to it, enough to get a good squeeze, and had a big ponut the same color as his stripes. That ponut, much to Mrs. Cake’s surprise, turned her on more than she was willing to admit at the time. Especially with the lithe zebra stallion having his tail to the side and taking deep breaths, waiting for her hoof to take the plunge any moment. Bringing her lubed hoof to the rim of his ponut, Mrs. Cake watched as Raza shrieked and shuddered.

“Great Zebrica, that’s cold!” Raza yelped.

“Dearie, we haven’t even started yet,” Mrs. Cake narrowed her eyes, still smiling a little even though she rolled her eyes before moving the hoof around the rim some more.

“Big baby,” Dusty squawked, smirking widely as he watched Raza getting the treatment that he couldn’t seem himself agreeing to in a thousand years. If it wasn’t obvious to him how bad Raza had it for Mrs. Cake, it certainly was now. The gray griffon could’ve spent all the time in the world poking at Raza’s buttons, but was interrupted by Phoenix’s talons roughly gripping his chest fur as she opened her wings and pushed him forward, the young griffon’s breath knocked out of him as she slammed him into the wall on the other side of the building. The fire in Phoenix’s yellow eyes and the firm grip she kept on him knocked him out of his thoughts, eclipsed entirely by the fiery Phoenix.

“Wha…how…”

“Listen, you either let me fuck you or you leave,” Phoenix snarled. “I didn’t keep you in my shop so you can bully my other customers, so you either let me do whatever I want with you, or you get the fuck out.”

“Y-Yes m-m-ma’am,” Dusty whined, blushing brightly as he felt his erect cock twitch from the unexpectedly aggressive treatment.

“You will not be calling me ma’am, you will be calling me Ms. Nix,” Phoenix told him.

“Yes Ms. Mix,” Dusty nodded, perhaps a little more than necessary, and Phoenix dropped him. His free autonomy to move around however he wanted didn’t last long though, not with Phoenix flipping him onto his back and straddling his long cock. Hotdogging it with her pussy lips, Phoenix dragged her soaking wet pussy up and down Dusty’s length. Railing Mrs. Cake without getting an orgasm herself drove Phoenix mad, and with the other griffon’s attitude, he gave her all the reasons to use him to get out her frustration. Pressing her talons against Dusty’s shoulders to keep him still, Phoenix growled as she lifted herself and lined up the tip of the gray griff’s cock with the entrance to her pussy. With a grace that surprised Dusty, Phoenix effortlessly slipped almost his entire length into her hot depths. Dusty groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he restrained himself from letting his tongue loll out of his mouth. Being at the mercy of a lady was something that Dusty never experienced before, having always been the one to call the shots. But with how unwavering Phoenix was in getting what she wanted, Dusty found himself spiraling in the fire of her desire, nearly having an orgasm when she managed to hilt him. Phoenix didn’t give him time to process that he was fully inside of her, already lifting her body up till only the tip of his cock was still inside, and then slamming herself back down on him. The weight of her ass landing on him caused an involuntary “oof” to escape his beak each time.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake had managed to penetrate Raza’s ponut with a very small fraction of her hoof. And with the way Raza was releasing loud moans and shudders, she was glad she didn’t slip in a lot at once. The sweet zebra stallion wasn’t obviously going to be an expert butt slut on the fly, so Mrs. Cake was deliberate and careful with each moment, slowing down and trying different angles each time she heard her admirer say ouch or wince. After some trial and error with his butt, Mrs. Cake advanced by slipping in her entire forehoof and a part of her foreleg inside of his backdoor with little resistance. The lube, sure to be filled with lots of magical stimulants, made for the first-time experience to be far more manageable than without. Raza began to relax the more lube was inside of his backdoor, still moaning and giving the occasional shudder by the time Mrs. Cake pulled her entire hoof out and began to mount her zebra. Pressing her blue strap-on against his glistening dark ponut, Mrs. Cake placed her forehooves on his shoulders and looked down at him.

“I’m not too heavy, am I dearie?” Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyelashes even though Raza couldn’t see it.

“No, just the right amount,” Raza bit his lip after, quite turned on by the pressure of a heavier mare draped over his body. That feeling alone, of nearly being crushed by her chubby body, sent Raza’s eyes rolling to the back of his head and his heart fluttering. If he wasn’t careful, the smaller zebra stud could easily see himself getting addicted to the feeling. And that would mean more butt-banging. Speaking of which, Raza glanced up at Mrs. Cake. “Is that all the preparation that I need?”

“My foreleg is actually thicker than this toy, so I would definitely say yes~” Mrs. Cake giggled, and Raza sighed with relief. Looking ahead at the door, seeing that ponies outside weren’t even noticing the debauchery from inside, Raza felt relieved. It was already slightly unnerving to have Phoenix and Dusty aware of him getting his ass filled, so he didn’t need there to be any more witnesses. Then, Mrs. Cake briefly brought a forehoof to run through his mane as she whispered sensually. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, I am,” Raza nodded, knowing enough to relax his hole despite the intrusion he was about to experience. He never would’ve expected to be open to such an experience as pegging, or to love a mare enough to even agree to something like that, but Raza was ready despite his sweaty face and pounding chest. Even as Mrs. Cake slipped the first inch of the dildo inside, Raza still felt confident about his decision. True to her word, it didn’t feel nearly as thick as her forehoof, and Mrs. Cake was able to slip in more of the dildo until all of it managed inside. Mrs. Cake giggled, Raza sighed and inadvertently twerked his butt a little, and the chubby MILF took that as the go-ahead. Moving back until most of her strap-on was out, Mrs. Cake slowly thrusted back in and earned a gasp from Raza. She kept the rhythm, moving a little faster with each thrust as Raza felt far more pleasure than he expected. He had an idea as to why, having heard of the p-spot for stallions but having dismissed it as some sort of joke at the time. But as he felt the sweet spot getting hit over and over again, Raza couldn’t deny it as his erect cock started leaking pre-cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dusty yowled, the violent PLAP PLAP PLAP keeping him from thinking about anything else as Phoenix growled to further assert herself. He had already directly creampied the griffoness at least three times over, his own cum spilling out of her cunt as he was lost to her whims. He couldn't even bring himself to grip her firm ass cheeks with his talons like he wanted, holding on for dear life as his profanities devolved into incoherent babbles and moans. Phoenix was close, on the cusp of a very deep and very powerful orgasm built from using both Mrs. Cake and Dusty. It certainly didn't help that she was facing Mrs. Cake and Raza, who had their backsides turned to her. Still, that was the best angle for the shopkeeper to see the action as she could tell Raza was about to burst. Watching a chubby MILF like Mrs. Cake domming a sub was hot, and watching Raza whine and cum white ropes on her own floor was even hotter.

“YES!” Phoenix bellowed in a brief bout of excitement, hilting herself on Dusty's dick as she felt her world explode with one of the hardest orgasms of her life. She had completely emasculated the much smaller griffon while getting Mrs. Cake and Raza to fall further into debauchery. Mrs. Cake didn't even stop, instead she flipped Raza onto his back and kept pounding her blue strap-on into his stretched ponut with the two able to make eye contact this time. Phoenix remained on top of Dusty, no longer bouncing as she had her orgasm, watching Mrs. Cake lunge for Raza's face as they sloppily made out. Phoenix purred as she saw Mrs. Cake cup Raza's face with her forehooves and slip her tongue in his mouth.

“Mmph, mmph, mmph!” Raza moaned into Mrs. Cake’s mouth with each thrust, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his post-orgasm cock already began hardening back to life. Phoenix was confident at that point that he wasn’t going to forget this anytime soon, and unsheathed herself off Dusty as she lifted the dazed gray griff from the floor and onto the wall she had slammed him against earlier. Though this time, she did it far more gently as she placed Dusty against the wall standing up. Barely just, as Dusty shuddered and kept himself standing with shaky hindlegs. Though he didn’t know why Phoenix had placed him back against the wall, thoughts returned to his mind as he struggled to fathom what was going to happen next. Phoenix then stood back on all fours as she turned around, her firm muscular ass facing him as she began to back up against his dick. Slipping his length into her pussy once more, Phoenix backed up until it was hilted inside her. With her ass keeping him trapped against the wall, Dusty’s eyes widened as the bigger griffoness’ ass cheeks twerked back against him, the weaker griffon realizing what was about to happen.

“Giddy up~” Phoenix giggled, moving forward with only his tip inside and then moving backward with jarring speed, slamming into him hard and knocking the breath out of him. Normally having a couple of orgasms and then being done, Dusty was struggling to handle essentially being milked by the shopkeeper he made the grave mistake of pissing off. He found her hot as all get out and wanted sex with her, but didn’t know what to do with the execution of it all. He could only take deep breaths when she moved back and brace himself when she collided back into him, overwhelmed and aroused by how aggressively she fucked herself on his dick. He was already fully erect, moments away from breaking entirely, as he was now able to watch Mrs. Cake and Raza. Even though he wasn’t a pegging fan, he almost envied Raza in his position of sweet hot love-making. Especially when Dusty was enduring Phoenix take him like she was trying to rip the soul out of his own body. Wheezing and trying to gain some bearings so that he could grab her ass with his talons and thrust back, Dusty found himself unable to do so as Phoenix kept knocking the air out of him.

“Listen here, you little cock,” Phoenix growled. “You may be fun to play with, even a bit entertaining to talk to, but you ain’t hot shit. Got it?”

“Yes, yes! I got it!” Dusty squawked, and as if a spell was broken, Phoenix gave a couple more thrusts against him before hilting him and giving a deep moan as hot griffoness cum squirted around his dick. Getting the rare sight of Phoenix’s yellow eyes rolling to the back of her head as her tongue lolled out of her beak, Dusty reached a talon towards her butt cheek only for Phoenix to remove herself from his dick and walk over to Mrs. Cake and Raza. Mrs. Cake, having a lot less stamina, was snoring on top of Raza with the smaller zebra stud grinning from ear to ear as he ran his forehoof through the MILF’s crimson mane. Phoenix chuckled, especially after looking down and seeing that Mrs. Cake still had her strap-on inside Raza’s ponut.

“Thank you,” Raza whispered.

“You are welcome, hope that helps you with winning her over,” Phoenix chirped, barely quiet enough for Dusty to not hear as he slumped to the ground with a long groan. Raza found himself a lot more fond of the shopkeeper, especially after she had put his cocky adversary in his place for the time being. Resting his head back on the floor, Raza felt a peaceful resolution in his heart and mind before closing his eyes and falling asleep…

Contains a crash course in Zebrican Culture, fucking a lover's brother in a separate room, bad sex, bad kissing, big dicks, sexual competitions, quick orgasms, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, and a cliffhanger for a part 2!

Gulping, Mrs. Cake felt her heart pounding as she was walking around in the town that she went to the nightclub for, remembering the fucking she received from Raza inside with the flashing lights and masturbating voyeurs. Part of her wondered if any of them were walking around and would see her and recognize her, though with the drunkenness of many attendees and the darkness of the scenery, she had enough plausible deniability to convincingly deny such an accusation. Knowing Raza’s address from when they exchanged info in the alleyway, Mrs. Cake intended to get back at him for the time he ambushed her at her own work. It was as they both agreed, stalkery and a violation of privacy that gave her a chill down her spine. Though, when she further felt out what the chill was, Mrs. Cake was quick to notice that it was a jolt of need that traveled from her mind to her loins as she remembered the wrongs they committed that day, and how ironically right they felt. Biting her lip, blushing subtly as she remembered the feeling of his tongue, Mrs. Cake turned to see him. Or more accurately, cute little Raza next to a hulk of a zebra. Much to Mrs. Cake’s surprise, the much bigger zebra stallion with his deep green eyes almost looked identical to the imaginary stud she pictured when first using her zebra dildo. Blushing even harder, not knowing what to do with that observation, the unexpected happened. The bigger stud made eye contact with Mrs. Cake first, and spoke.

“Hey Razy, check this one out! I bet milk comes out of her teats!” The big zebra jeered as if he wanted the whole town to hear his remarks, causing Mrs. Cake’s jaw and Raza’s jaw to drop in unison. During their shock, Raza noticed the mare that the other zebra was catcalling, and gave a sharp kick at the bigger stud before galloping towards her. Before Mrs. Cake could express surprise at the balls Raza had to kick another zebra over twice his size, her admirer stood in front of her with a blush on his face and his ears flattened.

“What are you d-doing here?” Raza stammered, trying to smile despite his surprise. Mrs. Cake’s heart dropped a little, wishing that them seeing each other in his town would’ve played out with a more lighthearted tone. But a gut feeling told her that the big zebra was the reason that wasn’t going to be the case. Then, the big zebra shook off the kick to his foreleg like it was nothing as he trotted over to the two of them.

“Brother, you know this bouncy mare?” the big zebra looked Mrs. Cake up and down, his stare firm and unwavering despite Mrs. Cake’s further shock at the fact that she was looking at Raza’s brother. Raza stared at Mrs. Cake knowingly as his blush reached his ears before he hung his head in shame. Unaware, his brother shrugged off the awkward silence as he stretched his thick forehoof forward towards the chubby mare. “The name is Jabari, though mares have called me by a lot of different names~”

Raza winced, still not looking at either of them. Mrs. Cake felt like she was about to step on eggshells, but made the call to accept Jabari’s hoof with her own as they shook forehooves.

“My name is Cup, Cup Cake,” Mrs. Cake introduced herself, and Jabari’s initially stoic expression changed into a strange expression that the blue mare assumed was an attempt at a seductive face. His narrowed eyes and exaggerated smirk almost made her laugh, though for the sake of Raza, she kept herself from doing so as the three of them walked together.

“Sorry to bother, but our parents always periodically get worried about my weak little brother and if he’s adjusting comfortably in his lonely house,” Jabari laughed. “Though I’m sure the four of us visiting helps him feel a little less alone.”

“Four?” Mrs. Cake noticed, right after noticing the glaring insult that kept Raza from inserting himself into the conversation.

“Our parents, me, and my mate,” Jabari explained. “Or I guess if we’re going by Equestrian terms, wife is the more accurate word.”

Mrs. Cake stopped at the door to the small house, fitting enough for one small zebra stallion, but sure enough to be crowded with a whole herd of zebras essentially hanging out in said house. Raza watched as Jabari strutted to the door to his brother’s house first, with the former and Mrs. Cake making eye contact. With his eyes wide and his muzzle deep in a frown, Mrs. Cake’s heart felt for him already. Though, their brief unspoken communication was interrupted by Jabari opening the door wide to reveal three different zebras on a couch in the center of the room. Seeing a zebra stallion that was only slightly smaller than Jabari, having his foreleg around a zebra mare, beside them was a much younger and toned zebra mare with striking purple eyes.

“Oh, we have a visitor?” the older zebra mare’s blue eyes lit up as she grinned wide.

“Yeah, this is Cup Cake,” Raza and Mrs. Cake trotted ahead of Jabari to properly present themselves before the big-mouthed stud could beat them to the punch. “Cup, these are my parents and my brother’s mate Femi.”

“Do your names start with a Z?” Mrs. Cake blurted out the question, despite the possible offense she might’ve imposed on them from doing so. Thankfully the zebra couple merely laughed as they both shook their heads.

“That’s something that used to be common in history, but as zebras moved out of Zebrica and other species came into the land, it became less common as zebra families still retained their last names starting with a Z,” the older zebra mare explained as she pointed to herself and her husband with one forehoof. “My lovely mate here is Azraq Zecohken and my name is Shajara Zecohken.”

“What lovely names,” Mrs. Cake remarked, now knowing the full name of her lover as Raza Zecohken. Though why he didn’t tell her that detail was beyond her.

“Okay, we know your name is Cup Cake,” Jabari stepped up to stand on Mrs. Cake’s other side, the towering stallion moving his head down and staring at her eye level intensely. “But who are you to my brother? A coworker? His maid? Because there’s no way-”

“I’m his lover,” Mrs. Cake spoke over the much bigger zebra too clear for Jabari to mishear her. Moving his head back with his eyes blinking wide and fast, Jabari was rendered speechless. Azraq and Shajara’s mouths both dropped, and Femi mostly kept her composure minus her eyes widening for less than a second. Then, both parents jumped off the couch and rushed towards Mrs. Cake as they both threw a foreleg around her shoulders in a disjointed yet endearing hug.

“Oh great Zebrica, that’s amazing!” Shajara squealed.

“You don’t mind…the age difference?” Mrs. Cake whispered.

“Goodness, no!” Azraq gawked as he looked down at Mrs. Cake with a dazzling grin. “Are you sweet to our son? Do you treat him well?”

“Yes?”

“Then you are the perfect mare already,” Azraq nodded, taking a step back at the same time his wife did. “Welcome to the-”

Before Azraq could continue to give Mrs. Cake his blessing, Jabari threw his head back and laughed hard enough to shut up everybody else in the room before he looked at his parents. Raza’s face fell briefly with his mouth wide open before he glared at his brother.

“Ma, Pa, you both are too nice for your own good sometimes~” Jabari giggled, earning glares from his parents before looking directly at Mrs. Cake. “But if Raza’s history with zebra mares and even pony mares is anything to go by, she won’t be around for very long. But with Femi…!”

Jabari turned to face the well-built yet slender zebra mare that remained on the couch, and Mrs. Cake saw her sit up straight without even being asked as she gave a gentle smile and a flutter of her long eyelashes.

“Sweet Femi here is the real deal, she is the peak of what a zebra mare should be like: quiet and an exceptional listener to her stallion~” Jabari smirked, and Mrs. Cake felt the urge to vomit with each word he was saying directly to his mate’s face. And then, with a deep realization, Mrs. Cake noticed that true to Jabari’s statement, Femi hadn’t spoken a word since Mrs. Cake walked in the door. Raza stomped his forehoof as he trotted past Mrs. Cake and their parents as he glared up at Jabari.

“To bring up my dating history and laugh at my relationship, not only disrespects me but disrespects my lover!” Raza snapped, and Mrs. Cake could see the fire in the young stud’s eyes as well as his openly gritted teeth and trembling body, only able to guess how much of it was fueled by the fact that she technically wasn’t his. Having her husband take precedence by default, on top of listening to his older brother’s remarks! Her heart twisted as Raza pointed a forehoof towards her while still staring at his older brother. “She has a heart of gold, and is further satisfied by me than any stallion she has fucked. The way we look at each other, is what I’ve seen from our parents, the feeling that most creatures won’t ever see in their lifetimes. And that is only enhanced by the sexual energy we both bring to one another!”

“Alright then,” Jabari scoffed, still giving that sickening grin that Mrs. Cake wanted to slap off his face. “I’m not intimidated in the slightest by your capabilities, so we can hold a proper contest if both our lovers are willing. We can see who satisfies the other’s mate better, and the winner will fill in for what the loser fails to do.”

“What?!” Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as she screeched the word before she could stop herself, turning instinctively to look at the stallions’ parents to give some kind of explanation.

“Mate sharing is very common back in Zebrica,” Azraq explained with a shrug. “It’s typically when there’s one sibling who is too lacking to have their own mate, so they share the mate of the superior sibling. Though competitions are a little more intense interpretation of such a concept…”

“And please don’t feel like you have to by any means, sweetheart,” Shajara chuckled as her eyes darted to her sons and back to Mrs. Cake. “We know that you might prefer one over the other without such lewd measures…”

“Or maybe she’s too scared to find out that the big stud’s got more going on~” Jabari laughed, staring at Mrs. Cake with that absurd expression again.

“Either way, we’re going to go grocery shopping,” Shajara gave a dry laugh, trotting to the door with her husband following behind her. “Did you want to come with us, dear? Femi, you could always join if you want?”

Mrs. Cake smiled at the gesture, realizing that her boy toy’s parents were generous enough to give her an out to the wild proposition that Jabari gave for Raza to prove himself. The chubby blue mare looked over at Raza, who turned away from his brother and whispered in her ear.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t have any interest in touching my brother,” Raza insisted. “Though, if you chose to do so, I know I’ve improved enough thanks to you and Phoenix. I could properly satisfy Femi, and show my brother who the real stallion is…”

Mrs. Cake nodded, looking at everypony in the room waiting expectedly for her decision. Femi shook her head at Shajara's suggestion, leaving the parents to look at Mrs. Cake. The chubby blue mare only needed a couple of minutes to think over the suggestion that was initially unfathomable. Phoenix did suggest for her to allow Raza to sleep with other mares if she wasn’t able to give herself fully to the young stud, and she knew that her lover had significantly improved in his carnal abilities. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Mrs. Cake stared up at Jabari.

“I consent to this challenge,” Mrs. Cake trotted up to Jabari, feeling her loins heating up despite the tension as she flagged her tail and revealed her holes to him with a wide smile. “Shouldn’t have any problem with satisfying me, right?”

“Of course not,” Jabari’s ears flickered as he looked at Femi. “My mate, you have my permission to allow Raza to try and satisfy you providing you are consenting to such. I will not care either way, since he won’t be with you for long~!”

Femi got up, nodding at her mate and making a beeline for the room on the left with Raza following, briefly glancing at Mrs. Cake over his shoulder before retreating to the room where he would be having sex with his brother’s mate. Mrs. Cake heard the front door close and she glanced over her shoulder to see that the stallions’ parents had left to avoid the competition and the fallout. Jabari puffed out his chest and turned away, trotting to the room directly across from where Raza and Femi were.

“No need to worry about distracting Raza during his attempts with your orgasmic screams, especially since these rooms are soundproof,” Jabari explained as Mrs. Cake followed him, the chubby older mare closing and locking the door behind her. She felt anxiety in her body despite her taboo excitement to get dicked down by another zebra, worrying that with Jabari’s bigger stature and his ability to secure a married mate, she might’ve doomed Raza with how good he would end up fucking her. She had no idea how good he was in bed, and the treatment he would give her could end up scarring Raza for life as the “lesser” of the two brothers in regards to winning over mares.

As she turned around to properly face Jabari, she felt his lips land on hers within an instant. Nearly slobbering all over her face, and having bad breath, Mrs. Cake was already caught off guard by what an absurdly bad kisser the big stallion was. Though, such was a trivial matter, as not all stallions were frequent kissers in bed. Perhaps this was his weaker suit and he’d prove far more superior in the more carnal affair. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, Mrs. Cake did her damndest best to make up for what he lacked in the lip lock as it went on for a few more moments before he pulled away.

“I’m sure you’re warmed up already, so why don’t you take the position?” Jabari winked.

Raza would’ve offered to eat her out, or at least a significant amount more foreplay for the mare he cared for so deeply. Though Jabari wasn’t wrong, she was plenty wet from the desire she felt from both zebra stallions. Choosing to bite her tongue on the subject, Mrs. Cake hummed to herself as she took the position she preferred, as well as the one she suspected Jabari would look to have with her. Trotting to the king-sized bed, Mrs. Cake threw her forelegs over the foot of the bed with her hindlegs still on the floor as she looked over her shoulder at Jabari trotting up to her. Briefly getting a glimpse of his equipment before he mounted her, it was just as she suspected. Ten inches long, and definitely thicker than Raza’s length, his balls were as big as oranges. Jabari definitely had the package to boast about, and Mrs. Cake released a “oof” as she felt his muscular weight drape over her as he threw his forelegs over her shoulders and rested his forehooves on the bed. With his head on top of her crimson mane, Mrs. Cake inhaled his powerful masculine musk. Once a faithful mare to her husband, refusing to even entertain the idea of breaking her vows, Mrs. Cake felt her pussy walls clenching at the circumstances she found herself in now. Getting fucked by an arrogant and power-hungry zebra stud that she just met that day, the brother of another zebra stud that she fucked the day they met! Mrs. Cake reveled in her sluttiness, her fundamental change from the repressed business wife.

Though, when she felt Jabari slip in his length and felt immense pleasure, she wasn’t ready for the technique of his thrusts. They varied in speed, sometimes humping like a crazed animal and other times going ridiculously slow. It was like he had no idea what he was doing, and it vaguely reminded her of the husband she would’ve liked to not be reminded of whilst fucking who was supposed to be a superior stud. Certainly didn’t hurt by any means, but the thrusting still kept Mrs. Cake from continuously building up pleasure.

“L-Listen, I’m going to fill that cunt up with foals,” Jabari grunted. “I k-know a mare willing to sleep around is hoping for that huh? To get knocked up, and not even know who the father is!”

Mrs. Cake bit her lip to keep herself from laughing, and also restraining herself from revealing that she had been on birth control potions for a while now. Perhaps the incentive to “impregnate” her would get Jabari to actually fuck her properly. Opting not to say anything, simply clapping her fat cupcake-marked cheeks to spur him on, Jabari pressed his weight further against Mrs. Cake as he jackhammered into her. Blushing heavily and feeling her head enter bliss from the thrusts, Mrs. Cake listened to Jabari’s rambles a little more.

“I’m going to add you to my herd, you’ll be mostly mine to have as I’ll have stolen you from anyone else!” Jabari snarled, and that statement caused Mrs. Cake to sink back into reality with realization. Was Jabari not in a monogamous relationship with Femi? Were herds common in Zebrica? Either way, Mrs. Cake was astounded that he thought she was that easy to win over. Technically no one had been able to win her over, not fully. Even her husband that she was committed to for the longest time was getting unknowingly cucked many times over now, even on their own bed! Mrs. Cake rolled her eyes, starting to get bored as Jabari hilted her in embarrassingly less than five minutes as he came hot zebra seed into her vaginal depths. His tool was big, his seed was plentiful, but that was the only highlights of the otherwise abysmal sex. She couldn’t for the life of her understand how the quiet Femi puts up with the pathetic excuse of a stallion, both with his personality and his abilities in the bedroom. Sighing, Mrs. Cake got off the bed as Jabari dismounted from her, his green eyes wide as he looked her up and down.

“You didn’t pass out?” Jabari gawked. “B-But Femi always passes out, fully satisfied just from one session!”

“Perhaps she was faking it, bet she said she was ‘really tired’ each time, didn’t she?” Mrs. Cake spat out the scathing burn before she could stop her, fully turning around to face Jabari as she pointed her head in the direction of the bed. “On the bed, on your back. This mama is about to show you real fucking~”

Jabari scrambled onto the bed, laying on his back with his hind legs splayed out as he exposed his hardening length to her once more. His hope, lingering in the back of his mind, was that he could thrust up into her and perhaps get her to pass out on top of him. Maybe the new position would seal the deal for the difficult challenge that Mrs. Cake presented to him. Opting to do reverse cowgirl instead of directly facing him, trying out the position for the first time, Mrs. Cake sighed as she slipped his fat cock inside of her. Twerking her rippling fat blue ass cheeks, Mrs. Cake giggled as Jabari made the fruitless endeavor of trying to place his forehooves on her cutie marks.

“Awww, are you going to try to thrust into me?” Mrs. Cake giggled, looking over her shoulder and seeing the jaw drop on Jabari’s face as she caught him red-hoofed. “That’s cute, but I won’t stop from giving the most savage plapping you’ve ever felt from a mare~”

Mrs. Cake didn’t exactly intend to diss Femi in that moment, though she snickered at how she imagined Femi’s sex performance being: essentially being a dead fish while Jabari did his two minute thrusting. Perhaps the hopeless couple were meant for each other, but that was their business and not Mrs. Cake’s place to pry. Hilting Jabari’s entire length inside of her pussy, Mrs. Cake hummed as she lifted herself up only to slam her ginormous ass on Jabari. The big zebra stud gave a shocked “oomph!” that did little to deter Mrs. Cake from repeating the movement, slamming her ass down harder on him and faster as she was about to milk him of another orgasm. At times she thought the bed was going to break from how borderline violent her movements were, though she didn’t have to worry about that for long. Jabari gave a deep, yet pitiful moan as he came inside her again. Naturally there wasn’t as much cum in the second orgasm, some of it flooding out of Mrs. Cake’s pussy. The flowing double creampie was delightful, earning a shudder from Mrs. Cake even though she didn’t cum. She felt a deep excitement flowing in her veins as she jumped off of him and trotted out of the room to shower and clean out her body for the next event, knowing that as Jabari stated…

The winner had to fill in for the lesser~

Contains fucking a lover's brother in a separate room, the peak of a sexual competition, zebra on zebra action, zebra on pony action, eating out, missionary, doggy style, lots of marecum, making out, developing feelings, jealousy, watching two ponies having sex, fucking two mares in one day, zebradom, and two creampies!

Closing the door behind him, Raza watched as Femi barely made a sound with her forehooves as she trotted to the king-sized bed and laid upon it with her purple eyes staring at the smaller zebra stud intently. Raza threw a forehoof to his forehead, used to this situation but still exasperated about it all the same.

“Femi, Jabari obviously gave you the implicit permission to talk seeing as how we’re going to fuck,” Raza groaned. “It’s not as if he expects you to be silent the whole time…”

“Yes, I know,” Femi’s light feminine voice filled the air, like that of an angel or a fairy with how soft and delicate it was. A direct contradiction to her muscular and fit figure, implying a far more vocal and strong mare. Most ponies didn’t understand how his arrogant brother could’ve ever ended up with such a sweet and attractive zebra mare, but it was abundantly clear to Raza how that could occur. He knew Femi was a virgin when she had met Jabari, and was still processing that his brother even permitted him to have sex with her to begin with! Jabari really had to have zero faith in him to allow such an act, and Raza smirked as he trotted up to Femi.

“Listen Femi, you are a beautiful mare and I hate to see you settle for less than you deserve,” Raza shook his head. “You’ve known I felt this way for a long time, and hopefully you find the stallion that brings out your best qualities. But until then, I have something to prove and I would like to make sure you get everything out of this that you want.”

Femi sat up on the bed, her eyes on Raza as she awaited what he was going to do next. She never had sex with another stallion outside of Jabari, and found her heart unexpectedly pounding at the prospect of sleeping with somepony knew. Somepony, she realized with an unsettling ache in her heart, that actually wants to make sure I’m happy.

Raza pushed her hindlegs apart to reveal her glistening pussy, not overly wet yet because of the suddenness of their situation, but that was bound to change. Sitting down on the floor, becoming eye level with Femi’s pussy, Raza leaned forward and gave her pussy a gentle kiss before pushing his muzzle against her clit and opening her folds with his long tongue. Femi gasped as she slapped her forehooves over her mouth and trembled almost right off the bat, it was almost as if…

“What are you doing?” Femi whispered, remaining still and not stopping Raza in his movements. Raza groaned into her pussy with what she said, this was her first time receiving oral? Growling with a mission, Raza wriggled his tongue into her pussy and brought a forehoof against her clit as he played with it vigorously. Femi quivered, letting out whines and moans as she placed her forehooves against Raza’s head without thinking about it. Raza took a deep inhale to smell her as well as properly taste her, tasting that Femi’s pussy was vaguely lavender-flavored and started going down on her faster. Sure, it wasn’t Mrs. Cake’s overly sweet love juices, but his goal was to prove himself in the moment. Within less than five minutes, of Raza’s tongue wriggling into the hot walls of Femi, and his hoof nearly getting worn out completely from the furious rubbing, Femi had the orgasm of a dying star crash into her. Hearing her normally delicate voice break as she cried out in the soundproof room, Femi’s hindlegs clenched down on Raza’s head as she convulsed and came all over his muzzle. Raza made sure to close his eyes in anticipation of the orgasm, and Femi whimpered as she let go of the stallion’s head and collapsed onto the bed. Wiping the marecum off his eyelids, Raza then opened his eyes and trotted around the bed so that he was looking down at her trembling lips.

“Is everything okay?” Raza whispered, careful as to not touch her in a sensitive state without knowing how she was feeling. Femi took a deep breath, before her purple eyes looked at Raza with a gentle smile.

“Yes, please don’t worry about stopping everything,” Femi insisted. “It’s just…I’ve had orgasms before masturbating, just um, never with a partner.”

“Great Zebrica,” Raza groaned through gritted teeth, shaking his head. “Do you need a moment or-”

“No,” Femi blurted out over Raza, shaking her head rapidly as she swished her tail side to side from the bed. Getting into a spread eagle position as she used her forehooves to spread her pussy lips further open as she bit her lip for a moment, Femi continued. “Please, fuck me properly so I have even more to hope for…”

Raza didn’t question the implications of Femi’s statement, simply climbing onto the bed and standing over her as his head was right above her own head. Femi blushed as her eyelashes fluttered, her purple eyes glued onto his face as he brought the tip of his fully erect cock to her drenched pussy. In other circumstances, Raza would’ve loved to have Femi’s mouth around his length before the main event. But with a challenge to face, this was going to be about Femi and primarily Femi. Looking down at her smile becoming a lot wider, Raza still wanted to make one more confirmation.

“Are you ready for this?” Raza asked.

“Yes, please, I can’t take it anymore,” Femi gasped. “You’re the better stud? Prove it, show me so that I won’t be able to deny it once I leave this room~”

With the open goading taking Raza off-guard, watching as Femi’s earnest smile shifted into that of a subtle smirk with a flick of her ears, the zebra stallion took action. He felt her muscular hindlegs against his much more slender hindlegs, knowing that the zebra mare beneath him was far more fit. Though, he was superior in his own skills over her. Slipping his length inside of her, slowly inch by inch with a deep moan and sigh from the both of them, Raza knew that his length’s size wouldn’t be the most impressive part to her. No, it would be the technique that he would show as the superior stud. Having hilted her with little difficulty, Raza then proceeded to pull out most of his length until only the tip was inside. Initially planning a gentle approach before Femi’s words, Raza narrowed his eyes on her as he slammed his entire length back inside the zebra mare’s hot depths. Femi threw her head back and let out a higher-pitched moan, her heart racing at what was cumming next.

Plapping her firm cheeks and grunting at the fast pace he started at right out the gate, his fat balls slapping against her ponut, Raza delighted in how loud she was getting with her dirty brays and moans. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head with the savage thrusts he was giving her, having the advantages of being a smaller and more flexible stud on top of having great stamina. Femi stared at Raza, her heart blossoming from the way he encouraged her more and more to let out her best qualities in the bedroom, her loins on fire and her excitement reaching levels she didn’t know were possible. On top of that, Raza had beautiful blue eyes that she was blessed with seeing whenever they weren’t closed with the focus on giving her the time of her life. She was certain with how Jabari was, he would’ve definitely locked lips with this Cup Cake slut at least once, so she waited till her second orgasm was nearing before reaching her forehooves around Raza’s head and pulling him in. Locking lips with the pistoning stud above her, Femi gave a moment to see if Raza would pull away before continuing. She briefly saw his eyes wide open with shock before Femi closed her own eyes and slipped her own tongue inside of his mouth and felt him gradually reciprocating. Their tongues were dancing like passionate wisps of fire against one another, Femi moaning loudly into his mouth as his dick thrusting in and out of her pussy was getting slicker with her juices. The loud PLAP PLAP PLAP as she fully gave herself to him only spurred her on further, the dirtiness of sleeping with another causing her to reach her breaking point. Braying into Raza’s mouth, Femi’s eyes rolled to the back of her head again as she squirted another healthy amount of marecum all over the stud’s dick without him even slowing down. It inevitably led to a third orgasm starting seconds after the last one ended, and Raza pulled out and moved away as she whined.

“I would like to try a different position, head down and ass up so I can plap those beautiful cheeks of yours properly~” Raza snickered, watching as the naturally obedient zebra mare did so right away, with her forelegs against her chest and her hind legs straight up to have her striped ass cheeks raised for him. Not quite as big as Mrs. Cake’s, they still held an appeal of their own as they were relatively firm with a bit of fat to them. Raza moved back to her and mounted Femi, effortlessly slipping his cock back inside of her depths. While it was true that he wanted to fuck her doggy style for the joy of smacking her butt with his hips, Raza felt worry in the forefront of her mind from how quick she was to kiss him. He didn’t feel like he necessarily did Mrs. Cake dirty, but Raza hoped that the kiss was only that to Femi: dirty tongue-swapping in the heat of the moment. Attempting to take his mind off the forwardness from the otherwise passive mare, Raza began smacking Femi’s ass cheeks with his forehooves when he pulled out on each thrust, savoring the ripple her stripes gave with each loud smack. Femi gave deep feminine sounds of yearning that went into Raza’s ears and straight to his loins as he felt himself getting close. Edging himself for a few minutes longer to avoid being anywhere close to a quick-shot for Femi, Raza eventually reached his breaking point as Femi was about to reach her fourth orgasm. Noticing his quickening thrusts, Femi twerked her firm ass cheeks around his jackhammering cock as she moaned.

“Yes, yes! Cum for me, cum for me, AHN!” Femi squealed, reaching another peak of her pleasure as Raza hilted himself inside of her with a deep groan. Hot white ropes of his seed poured into her depths while marecum also came out of them, though Raza was able to keep most of his creampie inside. As Femi was falling from consciousness into sleeping away pure bliss, Femi felt her heart at the peak of happiness, feeling fulfilled and desired as everything went black. Watching in record time as the mare he fucked passed out with her ass still up in the air, Raza wondered what he was going to do with his rapidly hardening length as he pulled out and thought back to Mrs. Cake…

Mrs. Cake hummed a tune to herself as she stepped out of the bathroom and into the main living room, having vigorously washed her entire body from her mane to her fur coat. Even the cum that remained in her depths was thoroughly cleaned out as she swayed her hips back and forth while skipping to the room that Raza and Femi left in. While the back of her head was fraught with thoughts of Raza falling for a mare that was more his age and a zebra who shared his culture, Mrs. Cake shook off the disdain for such an outcome. She needed Raza to eventually have his own life someday, and Mrs. Cake willed herself to be supportive of that.

Putting a hoof on the doorknob and opening the door before Jabari could potentially wake up, Mrs. Cake was instantly greeted with the sight of Femi’s ass in the air on the bed. Somehow, despite the toned young zebra mare’s eyes being closed as she was barely regaining consciousness, her striped ass was trembling in pleasure as her baby maker was spilling out Raza’s seed. Mrs. Cake could hear the quivering moans and whimpers as Femi’s tongue was lolled out of her mouth, a heavy blush on her face as she clapped her zebra cheeks. Raza was standing near the foot of the bed, blushing as well while he panted. Just when Mrs. Cake’s heart dropped a little, worried the young zebra she’d grown fond of was too worn out to give anything to her, her eyes dropped down to his dark length at full mast. The bitchbreaker that had beautifully ruined Femi was still up for action, and Raza’s wide blue eyes instantly focused Mrs. Cake as she entered the room. Closing the door behind her with a flick and pull with her thick crimson tail, Mrs. Cake grinned widely.

“I’ve showered properly, so don’t worry,” Mrs. Cake assured Raza, who took the initiative to trot up to her and push his muzzle against her neck, deeply inhaling the raspberry soap that she washed herself with as his exhaustion began to ebb away. “And let’s just say, I wasn’t even close to being as satisfied as I would’ve liked.”

“That means…”

“Yes, that means you’re the winner,” Mrs. Cake pulled back from Raza’s touch to widely smirk at him, to see his eyes light up and watching him give a wide open-mouthed grin. Turning around, Mrs. Cake narrowed her eyes and gave a deep giggle as she moved her tail to the side and proceeded to loudly clap her fat blue ass cheeks for him. Raza’s jaw dropped as his eyes drifted to the lewd symphony of the MILF’s clapping like it was a siren’s call, watching the rapid rhythm of her ass cheeks moving from each other only to ripple when they smacked together. Mrs. Cake’s clapping then increased in speed for a few seconds before she stopped altogether, licking her lips as she glanced at her own cutie marks before looking into his eyes again. “You’ll be a dear and help me be satisfied, won’t you?”

“Of course~” Raza rushed forward, pressing his lips against Mrs. Cake’s and slipping his tongue as their tongues danced with a skip of the zebra stud’s heart. His liplock with Femi was very nice, but there was something about kissing the plump lips of an older MILF with a lot more experience and once repressed desire. The fact that she was heavier, able to push him back against the bed with her body alone, sent a shiver throughout Raza’s body as the blue mare pulled back from the kiss to climb on the bed and take the exact same position beside Femi. Though, with both of them side by side, Raza knew which one he was quicker to take as he proceeded to mount Mrs. Cake’s absurdly fat ass, slipping his cock into her depths as they both moaned. Femi glanced up at them, her expression contorting as she was blatantly presented with Raza fucking his lover. Though, instead of leaving, Femi studied the two of them as she tried to understand Mrs. Cake’s technique. Perhaps figure out what Raza liked about the older mare better, and try to imitate it. Femi could’ve guessed that Raza was settling for her because he hadn't had any luck with a zebra mare, and she could assume that he would drop this Cup Cake upon being offered the affections of another zebra.

Raza fucked Mrs. Cake like a beast possessed, his hips smashing against Mrs. Cake’s fat blue ass cheeks and creating a thunderous sound that was ten times louder than the fucking that he had with Femi earlier. Watching Mrs. Cake’s head near the pillow, with her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth was a work of art that was getting Raza close to cumming a second time. Though it was crucial to the zebra stud to make sure Mrs. Cake came at least once, preferably more times to make up for the intense competition that was sprung upon the both of them.

“There you go, you already knew who could fuck you better~” Raza growled as he stared at her cupcake cutie marks. Feeling the fire in his body from winning the competition and fucking Femi and Mrs. Cake, the zebra proceeded to smack Mrs. Cake’s ass cheeks in a rare moment of dominance sparking within him. Hearing Mrs. Cake’s loud and high-pitched cry of desire, Raza continued. “I trusted you, Cup Cake, knowing you have a great taste in sexual partners when you decided to continue fucking me~”

“Yes, more, give it to me!” Mrs. Cake brayed loudly, pushing her ass back to meet Raza’s thrusts as she was reaching her orgasm far quicker than her whole time with Jabari. Hot flashes of want and need that she hadn’t felt for her husband in a really long time rushed throughout her chubby MILF body, and with a scream of hot pleasure, Mrs. Cake’s pussy walls clenched down on Raza’s dick as she came all over him and the bedsheets. She still threw her ass against him, perhaps even a little harder due to her explosive orgasm, and delighted in how deeply she wanted him in that moment. Raza: the sweet romantic and stud of a lover, how deeply and unconditionally he was there for her and gave pleasure that knew no bounds. The extent of it was something that Mrs. Cake doubted she’d ever experience again in her lifetime, and while Mrs. Cake planned on it being temporary, she treasured the fleeting moment she had with him and the future moments…

“Yes, I love you Cup!” Raza moaned, jackhammering his fat zebra dick into Mrs. Cake’s messy pussy as she cried out and came a second time and a third within quick succession, her thoughts fading away into pure hot insanity as the stress of everything else before she saw Raza dissipated. She drooled streams of saliva into the pillows, losing restraint as she caved further into her naughty desires. Then, with a deep groan, Raza hilted himself inside of Mrs. Cake as he sighed with the powerful load he released inside of her. Each carnal affair he had with Mrs. Cake was never short of exciting, thrilling, and fulfilling, and this was no exception. He felt at home, being inside of her and reminding the chubby mare of his feelings. Feeling exhaustion from the whole turn of events hitting them both, Raza was still hilted inside of her when he looked down at the chubby blue mare.

“Let’s go to sleep, the doors are locked and my parents will know better than to bother us,” Raza explained to Mrs. Cake, getting a deep hum from the chubby blue mare as he pulled out from her pussy and fell in between her and Femi. Though, this came with its own consequences, as Femi immediately got out of her sex position and got underneath the covers. Throwing her foreleg around Raza’s chest, the zebra felt too tired to push her away, and certainly found it rude to do so considering they had just fucked. Mrs. Cake shakily got up and slowly got into the covers herself, her mind aching as she stared at Femi holding Raza and pressing her muzzle against his mane. Considering that she was still dating Jabari, Mrs. Cake guessed that she was probably just a cuddler after sex, and shrugged off the observation as she laid down and wrapped a foreleg around Raza’s stomach as she pressed her face against his neck. Taking a deep breath and inhaling his natural scent, Mrs. Cake felt her heart briefly flutter as she closed her eyes and joined the two zebras in a long sleep…

Contains no smut, a mysteriously appearing zebra mare, jealousy, mentioned sexual harassment, a vicious confrontation, and a mysterious ending!

“Does something feel weird to you?”

Mrs. Cake flinched as Pinkie stood beside her while she was frosting a set of cupcakes, trying to feel relaxed to match the energy of the average day she was having with her helpers in Sugarcube Corner. It had been a week since Mrs. Cake had her crash course in zebra culture through a very lewd competition, and ever since the day after, the chubby blue mare had felt this feeling of discomfort and unrest. Whether she was at the counter, in the dining room conversing with customers, or checking inventory for all her ingredients, Mrs. Cake felt eyes on her as if she was being watched. Looking over her shoulder every five minutes did nothing to soothe the feeling that was creeping up on her, and it was made even worse by seeing different supplies and treats throughout the bakery being moved when Sugar Belle and Pinkie weren’t anywhere nearby to have moved said items. Mrs. Cake turned to look at the chubby pink mare staring up at the ceiling and then at the door that led to the lobby, bringing a forehoof to her lips as her poofy pink tail twitched.

“I wish you didn’t say that, dearie,” Mrs. Cake winced at her employee’s statement. “Because I’ve been feeling it too. It’s much easier when these weird creatures are bugbears or even changelings that have a physical form! But what could be staring at us and moving everything? I can’t even see them!”

“I mean, there are unicorns that know invisibility spells…” Pinkie placed her forehoof back on the ground as she looked at her boss. “Perhaps it's a foal playing a prank on us?”

“I’ve been feeling watched in many more places than a foal would have access to,” Mrs. Cake sighed as she shook her head. “Perhaps the AC is just off and I need to fix the temperature, yeah, something like that. Why don’t you put these cupcakes away and I’ll go check it out?”

“Okie dokie lokie, I’ll let you know if any of those invisible bugbears move more of our supplies!” Pinkie cheered as she bounced up and down despite the mood of the room. With Sugar Belle at the counter taking orders, and Mr. Cake out with the foals in the dining room, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she trotted out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The random excuse for it being the AC was just so Mrs. Cake could trot up the stairs and inspect her room. Even if there was something crawling about in Sugarcube Corner, Mrs. Cake could at least check her and her husband’s room from top to bottom to ensure that there wasn’t anything in the most sacred part of the building to her. Turning to look at her door, Mrs. Cake gave a deep breath before walking up to the door and pushing it open. Seeing it was completely empty, Mrs. Cake wasn’t the slightest bit comforted by the sight and walked into the bathroom. Perhaps something had crawled through the window, and maybe she left it creaked open by accident? Just as Mrs. Cake was about to walk past the bathroom mirror and to the window, she froze as she heard a voice…

…right next to her ear.

“I have some questions.”

Nearly screaming at the top of her lungs, only restraining herself just in time to avoid worrying everypony downstairs, Mrs. Cake instead bolted onto her bed and stared at the pony that was next to the bed. More specifically, a zebra mare that Mrs. Cake immediately recognized from the time she briefly spent at Raza’s house during the sexual competition. Staring at her purple eyes, Mrs. Cake recognized her as Jabari’s mate…Femi.

“What are you doing in my home, in my room?!?!” Mrs. Cake demanded to know, raising her voice loud enough to assert herself but not too much as to scream. Standing on her bed and glaring down at Femi, the zebra mare’s cool purple eyes slowly blinked as her expression remained stoic. Glancing at the door and then turning her face back to Mrs. Cake, Femi spoke.

“Does your mate know what you do?” Femi asked, tilting her head. The worst part of it was, Mrs. Cake couldn’t tell if she was referring to Mr. Cake or Raza. Though, she had an idea as to which one.

“Why does that matter to you? I still want my answer!!!” Mrs. Cake knew she wasn’t normally the type of mare to get mad, though it was hard to keep her cool when others beside her husband kept waltzing into her room. Couldn’t she pull her aside in the dining room like a normal pony if it was so damn important? Feeling tension rising in her body as she contemplated yelling for her husband, secrets be damned, Femi took a deep breath as she continued.

“I wish to know more about you. Even if we reach an amicable resolution, I still must know sufficient information about you before I feel more comfortable interacting with you,” Femi explained, leaving Mrs. Cake in disbelief that this was the quiet and submissive zebra mare that she met only a week ago. Then, the shock inside of Mrs. Cake’s body magnified as Femi dropped a bombshell. “I want you to relinquish hold over Raza to me please. I want him to fuck me like he did before~”

“Uh…why not just ask him?” Mrs. Cake’s tension subsided a little to a more glaring confusion at the reason she showed up in the first place. “He’s his own stallion, you know.”

“You don’t think I haven’t tried?” Femi frowned. “I know I am a zebra mare with a very healthy body, smart enough to know how to tempt a stallion. I’ve asked, been given pitiful excuses by him, so I would present myself and my holes in various ways when nopony else is looking. I even went for such a method that most stallions would love! Sneaking up on him in bed and whispering dirty fantasies into his ear. Why, he kicked me out right away and told me to not barge into his room again! It’s clear that he loves you, Cup Cake.”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened at the explanation of events that Femi gave her, torn at whether to be mad at Raza for rejecting the affection of a beautiful mare, torn at whether to be mad at Femi for sexually harassing the poor stallion, or to feel downright flattered that the zebra stud’s desire never swayed from the blue mare. Then, with the obvious surfacing to Mrs. Cake’s mind, the chubby MILF shook her head.

“What about Jabari? He is your mate, right? I’m sure you two can work out your…intimacy problems. I mean, what made you fall in love with him in the first place?” Mrs. Cake attempted to give advice, still trying to extend some of her sweet nature despite Femi’s very rude intrusion into her own bedroom. Femi sighed as she sat down, looking at the floor for a few moments before taking a deep breath and continuing.

“Truth be told, I never loved Jabari,” Femi admitted. “Not a good look, to enter a relationship without love, I’m very aware of that. But my grandmother held my hoof in her hooves and asked me to pursue Jabari. Her and Jabari’s grandmother were the closest of friends, they meant everything to each other, so she asked me to take Jabari as my mate without anypony else knowing better. She wanted to pair me up with the oldest grandson of her dear friend, and that was Jabari. I didn’t fight back on it or even question such a request at the time because I see myself as a strongly built soldier. But this is an age of peace, not war, so what other purpose did I have to serve in this life besides following the path my family made for me? I didn’t feel any differently meeting Raza, because Jabari always told me about how weak he was, and I naturally assumed him to be the lesser brother because of that. Though whether it's because he’s met you or simply become more mature, he’s changed in a way that’s caught my attention. I can’t ignore it anymore, not since we had sex. So if I’m to be with one of them to make my grandmother happy, I would want it to be Raza. I know he’d actually bother to attend to my needs and ensure that I feel wanted. That kind of stallion doesn’t appear in everypony’s lifetime, so please know I have my reasons…”

Mrs. Cake took in everything that Femi had told her, slowly but surely as it was a lot for the chubby MILF to unpack. Despite Femi’s very unorthodox measures to try and seduce Raza, Mrs. Cake would’ve loved to help the zebra mare out of her complicated predicament. But she didn’t know the first step on how to do so, being left speechless by Femi’s confession.

“Which leads to my question,” Femi narrowed her eyes on Mrs. Cake. “I know why I cheat, pursuing Raza even after the competition was over, but why in fact do you?”

“Because I love my husband, even though he may be bad in bed, but that’s no good reason to abandon him and our family!” Mrs. Cake puffed her chest out, feeling the love for her husband blossoming inside of her. She wouldn’t give up on everything they built together, no matter how many stallions she ended up under.

“Then find another stud,” Femi shrugged. “Surely there’s plenty of stallions besides Raza that would love to fuck you?”

“But I lo-” Mrs. Cake stopped herself with a gasp.

What am I thinking?! I care for Raza as a friend, so why don’t I just let Femi have him?

“You don’t love him! You just liked that he dicked you down good and saw him as nothing up until then, you even admitted such,” Mrs. Cake spat, feeling a bad taste in her mouth at the realization. Even though she never intended on dating Raza, Mrs. Cake at least cared about him as a friend! But friends don’t sexually harass each other, and the blatant disrespect Femi showed to both of them spoke volumes to the MILF.

Femi’s ears flattened, the room getting chillingly silent as she stood up back up and glared at Mrs. Cake.

“I know what I want,” Femi said, her voice level but slowly rising with each word. Moving closer to Mrs. Cake on the bed. “And I’ll get what I want…”

Then, Femi jabbed her forehoof against Mrs. Cake’s gut with openly gritted teeth, causing Mrs. Cake to gasp.

“SOME FAT BLUE DOUGHBALL WILL NOT STAND IN MY WA-”

The door swished open, with Mrs. Cake tearing her eyes of Femi as she saw her husband walk into the room with a gentle smile as he looked at his wife.

“Heya hun, tired?”

Mrs. Cake’s jaw dropped as she looked to where Femi was, noticing that she was gone as if she was never there at all. If the chubby blue mare didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought she had imagined the whole conversation…

But Femi’s words, and the venomous scream she gave was all too real.

Additional Characters: Pinkie Pie
Contains mentioned sexual harassment, threats, and implied body-shaming, built up stress, zebradom, scoring with an Element of Harmony, sex in a supply closet, breeding fetish, cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, blowjob, eating out, crotchteats, ogling pony butts, lots of creampies, making out, getting caught, and a helping of guilt and jealousy...

It had only been a couple of days since the intense threat to Mrs. Cake’s well-being, leaving the chubby blue mare more tense than usual on top of needing Dusty and Raza at Sugarcube Corner doing various tasks to keep everything moving smoothly during the extraordinarily busy day. It wasn’t insanely busy to the point where they didn’t have any down time, but the slowness throughout the work day was irregular and the Cakes had needed to leave the Twins to the care of Fluttershy for the day in her cottage. The couple and their pink mare employees were working on their signature confectionaries in the kitchen while Dusty and Raza were busy fetching supplies underneath the counters and spot cleaning where it was necessary, as well as stepping outside to take orders and check up on customers to make sure they were taken care of.

Mrs. Cake was stressed out to the point where she nearly filed a police report with the officers that she knew would try and help her, though she was smart enough to know they couldn’t do a damn thing about it when the chubby MILF had zero evidence that Femi had even showed up in her room in the first place. And to report sexual harassment by hearsay when Raza hadn’t even expressed that it had happened, seemed highly inappropriate for her to decide for him. She could only hope the young zebra stallion was doing alright…

Raza was currently standing at the counter, taking deep breaths and steadying his brain so he could further memorize the laminated menu he was reading. Even though he wasn’t a regular employee, more on call for obvious reasons, Raza’s face was flushed red at how many times he rang up the wrong item or took several seconds too long to find something. Granted, he read each order over before sending it back to the kitchen to ensure it was correct, but his fractured confidence showing to ponies that came in only intensified further with how Femi had been acting in his own home while his family had been staying there.

Femi’s violation of his own privacy reached new lows seemingly by the hour, starting with insisting on brushing her teeth while he bathed. Seemed fine enough at the time, his own family did that so why not the wife of his brother? Then she tried to join the bath, playing it off as needing to wash up to head somewhere on time. He kicked her out once again, and found that she still tried to ask to join him in the bathroom or leave to jog and offer him to join her. There were at least two occasions where Femi mentioned that Raza could benefit far more from a good walk or yoga session, as opposed to eating sugary slop all day. Those comments are what he ended up bringing up to Jabari, who was on the same page as Raza for the first time with correcting Femi’s thinly veiled body-shaming comments. His brother could hardly believe that his normally demure mate would even say such scathing words, and confronting her led to an avalanche of arguments that made it impossible for Raza to sleep at times. Arguments might’ve even been an understatement! Femi was moreso ignoring most of Jabari’s commands at even common decency, and whenever their parents were out of the house, the normally quiet mare would even resort to threatening to hit her own husband. The situation was getting toxic at best and physically unsafe at worst, and Raza almost considered confessing the situation to both Mrs. Cake and her husband in a desperate attempt to stay at the bakery until everything blew over.

And due to the way that Femi’s harassment made him feel less in charge of his own sexual choices by the day, Raza hadn’t even given himself the pleasure of sex since that competition a little over a week ago. Normally the act that relieved himself of a good chunk of stress was something he had been abstaining from, feeling deeply uncomfortable about the whole situation. Without a doubt, Mrs. Cake had to have noticed that he wasn’t clinging over her figure behind her husband’s back the whole day, but he didn’t feel right bringing up the issue to the beautiful blue mare. It was intense family drama, which meant Raza didn’t feel like it was remotely his place to bring it up to her. Unless she finally dropped the pretenses of their current situation and either left her husband or downgraded him to just another lover, joining his family. His tense body relaxed just the slightest bit as he grinned at the thought, knowing it would be way easier to defend himself against Femi if he just had the full support of Mrs. Cake’s love at his side. Though that did bring up the doubt itching in his mind, how he was being complacent in what was clearly an intense situation. It wasn’t necessarily that he wanted a relationship with Femi, of course, but he would be way more firm about placing boundaries if he was clearly a taken stallion. He would’ve easily kicked Jabari and his wife out, without a second thought. But he felt like he was drowning in water, unable to make a stand for himself and what he wanted without a shadow of the crippling doubt in his mind and heart…

Meanwhile, Dusty was in the kitchen ogling the flanks of Pinkie Pie and Sugar Belle as they were stirring their own bowls of batter and conversing while the young gray cock imagined filling their plump pussy lips with his own baby batter. Mrs. Cake was with her husband with a long sheet of paper, going over supplies they would need for the next batch of desserts, hence why Dusty was directing his focus to mares he hadn’t really contemplated on before. His normally niche tastes of MILFs and their promising ponuts was expanding in real time, with analyzing the fat rears of an Element of Harmony and a seemingly just as cute pink unicorn that he barely knew. While Pinkie Pie was single, Dusty was pretty sure he heard that Sugar Belle has a husband, though when had that ever stopped him? Pinkie was very bubbly, had a personality brighter than the sun, and strived to bring laughter and sweet harmony to every creature she met. She was very easily a catch. Sugar Belle was very much sweet in her own way, more calm in her approach and yet more thoughtful and attentive in the moment.

Though if Dusty was being completely transparent, he was noticing how while Pinkie Pie had a fat butt and big crotchteats, Sugar Belle somehow had a bigger butt and smaller crotchteats that were the color of grapes. The bigger ass won out in his mind, and he tore his gaze off Sugar Belle after a few longing moments to continue cleaning the counters around him. Mrs. Cake walked past Dusty, with the fattest ass of them all, as the griffon’s Pink Mare Fantasies were put on hold to admire the superior body of his MILF-y fuckbuddy. If he was somehow lucky to score with another MILF that was actually single in the future, or to simply keep having sex with Mrs. Cake for a long time, he would die a happy griff.

Mrs. Cake walked out of the kitchen with a deep sigh that drawed the attention of Raza, the young zebra stallion’s gaze snapping to look her right in the eyes instead of her cutie marks or blueberry teats as he normally would’ve done. He could see similar stress eating away at her scrunched up expression, though Raza figured it was because of the orders that kept flooding in. Mrs. Cake managed a strained smile as she gestured her head towards the kitchen.

“It may be a bit of an ask, dearie, but do you think you could get a bunch of supplies from the closet?” Mrs. Cake asked, giving Raza a long piece of paper before rubbing her hair and looking away from the zebra stallion. “I’d normally do it, but I’ve got a lot on my mind and would like to take a breather up here while there’s no customers coming in. Do you think you can manage that, honey?”

The last word from Mrs. Cake’s mouth gave a hot shiver throughout Raza’s body as he bit his lip and nodded, that feeling being something that he desperately craved after over a week of shitty grievances. With the paper being lightly held by his muzzle, Raza affectionately bumped Mrs. Cake’s shoulder with his own before heading off into the kitchen and into the back a good trot away. Stepping into the closet for the first time, Raza was impressed with how spacious it was, easily being able to walk in circles in the room. Inevitably, he thought back to Femi and how aggressive she had been the past several days and wondered if she’d continue to be a problem, or if she’d realize how pointless it’d be to pursue a stallion that clearly wasn’t into her like that. Especially since she had a whole marriage that was still ongoing, Raza thought to himself with an eyeroll before looking down at the paper with the list of supplies. He smiled, his heart fluttering as he looked at the familiar hoofwriting of Mrs. Cake and felt comforted where he was at, feeling certain that Femi couldn’t find him at Sugarcube Corner. Then, with a deeper blush as lecherous thoughts of Mrs. Cake’s sultry gaze and cupcake cutie marks bombarded his mind, the zebra stallion began getting hard. It was madness going over a week without getting it on when he was so used to having his cake and eating it too. He was starting to feel a hint of regret about having sex with Femi, knowing that the act was the cause of his situation getting progressively more uncomfortable. Though the privacy of being alone in the closet with all the supplies was certainly making him feel bett-

“Hey Raza!”

“Agh!” Raza shrieked as he turned and stumbled backwards into the boxes of supplies, staring at Pinkie’s poofy mane and bug-eyed expression, the young adult mare smiling widely as she waved at him. “What are you doing here? Mrs. Cake told me to get all the supplies from the closet…”

“Oh! Mr. Cake wasn’t sure if you’d know where everything was, so he sent me in here!” Pinkie beamed before glancing down at why Raza was blushing so heavily, her eyes growing as big as saucers as her smile faded and her gaze remained glued to the obvious. “Oh…”

“It's nothing really,” Raza attempted to brush off the fact that he was fully erect in front of one of his idols, a completely different dynamic from having sex with Mrs. Cake. He didn’t see himself as remotely close to being worthy of conversation with her, his tongue getting tied as he attempted to appease the strangely silent Pinkie Pie. “That sort of…thing…just kind of happens when a stallion’s mind gets bored of course…”

“Oh believe me, I know!” Pinkie grinned again, the spell of silence broken as her poofy pink tail bounced from side to side as she continued. “I totally get that young stallions have that issue from time to time, and you are very lucky to be having this ol’ conundrum in the presence of a pillar of friendship!”

“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean…” Raza laughed, rubbing his striped mane with one forehoof as he grasped at straws. “Are you going to dump a cold bucket of water on me or something?”

“No silly! That would be very mean and not nice,” Pinkie explained, and before Raza could point out those two were the same, the pink mare jumped forward till their muzzles were practically touching. “We don’t have too much time as you know, but I’m an expert at solving these sorts of issues and you’ve been such a lovely friend to talk to! I’d like to help you out, ol’ buddy!”

“You’d like to…what?” Raza’s jaw dropped, speechless and flabbergasted at what Pinkie was blatantly propositioning to the young zebra stud that Mrs. Cake had brought over as help. Sure, Pinkie couldn’t have had any idea what they really were to each other, but his mind was drawing blanks at how Pinkie could suggest something so debaucherous out of the blue. Then again, she was an Element of Harmony and could hit on whoever she wanted! Pinkie didn’t move away, only smirking as she continued.

“Don’t worry about overstepping any boundaries you think I have, silly~!” Pinkie giggled as she batted her eyelashes really fast. “I have lots of parties that end this way all the time, and it doesn’t have to mean anything more than helping a friend.”

Raza still wasn’t able to say anything beyond his rhetorical question of asking what Pinkie had said, his mind being sucker punched at the idea of clapping Pinkie’s fat cheeks and potentially getting a gateway to the rest of the Elements should the pink mare be more than satisfied with their spontaneous encounter. Such a long list of possibilities was an incredible thought to say the least, especially for a young zebra stallion that didn’t have much luck in the first place before meeting the remarkable Mrs. Cake. Mrs. Cake! Raza thought to himself with a heavy blush and a sharp flicker of his ears, not wanting to betray her after all they had been through. It was one thing to hook up with Femi to prove himself while Mrs. Cake willingly gave herself to his brother, very strange circumstances but one that didn’t fracture their trust at all. Might’ve messed up his current home life, but didn’t seem to affect his standing with Mrs. Cake. But to hook up with mares, especially ones that Mrs. Cake knew personally, felt like he was throwing away the budding romance Raza felt was developing quite beautifully. Though isn’t this exactly what Mrs. Cake wanted? If she was being sincere about everything being temporary and being relieved to have Raza find somepony else, wouldn’t she be all too happy to pawn Raza off to her younger and single employee if she was already interested?

Though why did the idea of losing Mrs. Cake hurt his heart a little?

“I can tell it's not easy voicing yourself,” Pinkie shrugged, her smile relaxing as she gently nudged Raza onto his butt as he leaned against the shelves. “It’s not everyday that a stallion gets propositioned by one of the Elements, especially since the others don’t get around half as much as I do. Aaaaaaand I could tell that you’ve been having a lot of stress build up, so just take a deep breath and let Pinkie take care of everything, okay?”

Raza gasped as he felt Pinkie move his legs aside to expose his fully hard length, the pink mare lunging forward and sucking on his balls as she salivated all over his dick proper to get him ready for her. With Pinkie having made the first move and Mrs. Cake’s statements about finding somepony else very clear to the young stud, Raza was completely certain that the chubby blue mare wouldn’t mind what he did. Relaxing into Pinkie’s speedy fast blowjob, amazed by the powerful sucking and swift swirling of her tongue that she provided, Raza got a front row seat to her fat pink cheeks jiggling as he stared at the hypnotic shake of her balloon cutie marks. The fact that Pinkie briefly opened her eyes, revealing that blue seductive gaze that kept pulling him in, caused Raza to throw his head back and properly moan. Raza couldn’t believe he was doing this, giving himself to somepony that wasn’t Mrs. Cake.

Though as Pinkie pulled back with a big smack of her lips and proceeded to straddle Raza, the zebra stallion was aware of the certain advantages that came with the mare. Pinkie Pie was certainly a paragon of stamina and energy, extraordinarily bubbly and youthful as she looked at Raza for a few more moments, looking to see if he would change his mind or make any requests of his own. Pinkie giggled, sitting down and plunging all eight inches of his thick length inside her walls at once before releasing a loud moan that made Raza’s blood turn to ice before the pink mare giggled and placed a forehoof on the zebra’s lips.

“Don’t stress, Razzie,” Pinkie insisted, and Raza blushed at the pet name that the mare had somehow given him before Mrs. Cake had even done so. The realization that also came with the acknowledgment that he was being ridden by one of the Elements set off confusion in his mind. Pinkie giggled as she ruffled Raza’s mane. “Some of my horned friends ensured this storage closet is soundproof, isn’t that nice of them?”

Raza didn’t have to wonder for long what that scenario looked like, imagining either a bunch of unicorn studs soundproofing the room during a wild party, or even Rarity or Twilight doing it for a friend. Either way, Raza felt his forehooves wandering to the balloons on Pinkie’s ass cheeks as she lifted her body up until only the tip of his cock was inside before slamming down on his dick and sending jolts of excitement throughout his body. The euphoria, speed, and complete unrestrained life within Pinkie was infectious and impossible to ignore as she bounced up and down faster than he could keep up. He could feel within seconds of hot and wet pleasure encapsulating his world, the sensation of reaching his peak, very quick as Pinkie said it would be, and yet not disappointing. Though Raza knew he wouldn’t be completely satisfied with one round, and hoped that Pinkie was perceptive enough to notice. Whining with delight, his heart racing despite the closet being soundproof, Raza hilted himself inside of Pinkie at the same time she slammed herself fully down. Pinkie brayed to the ceiling at the collision, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she shuddered from the orgasm that wracked her body at the same time she felt his hot ropes of zebra cum enter her depths.

Raza didn’t expect the rush from having made one of his idols cum, the genuine reaction that couldn’t be faked as he saw Pinkie Pie herself cum right before his eyes. He couldn’t know if this would be their only sexual encounter, and wished to be inside her longer than half a minute, so he gently moved Pinkie off his slickened cock as he moved out from underneath her. Before Pinkie could open her mouth to ask what he was going, Raza grinned as he mounted the chubby pink mare doggy style. Instead of taking the moment to press the tip of his cock against her pussy for suspense, he simply glided it in there and got a long moan of hunger from the pink mare. Her poofy pink tail was sporadically twitching from the side as she clapped her fat cheeks around his balls, his cock inside her as he savored the feeling for a few seconds before getting to work. Pulling most of his length out, Raza grunted as he looked deep into Pinkie’s glazed over gaze and panting mouth. He wouldn’t mind sneaking off at one of her parties sometime, when Mrs. Cake was busy with her husband or Dusty, allowing himself to be selfish and enjoy plapping Pinkie’s pussy while everyone had their own fun. Why should he hold out? He already had sex with the psychotic Femi and now the bubbly Pinkie, so what did it matter anymore?

“Oh fuck me, Raza!” Pinkie wailed like a pornstar, her limbs shaking with adrenaline as she met his strong thrusts with her even more powerful ones, nearly knocking the lithe zebra over entirely. Raza barely braced himself in time for the unexpected power of Pinkie Pie moving back to meet his thrusts, almost falling against the closet door and potentially blowing their cover. Recognizing how he should’ve noticed that Pinkie would be that eager to the point of not thinking of how hard her movements would be, Raza took a deep breath and pushed his hindhooves as firmly against the floor as he possibly could before bucking into her with earnestness. His balls kept viciously hitting her clit, causing Pinkie to keep wailing with profound need. The smell of syrupy sweet sex and the loud PLAP PLAP PLAP of their fucking echoed throughout the confines of the closet, Pinkie’s whole body contorting with profound pleasure before each orgasm. After another period of unclear time, Pinkie clapped her cheeks around his pistoning dick even harder before screeching as loud as possible.

“BREED ME, YOU STUD!” Pinkie demanded, causing Raza’s already intense arousal to reach another peak as he hilted his thick cock inside of her and groaned with delight as he emptied his balls inside of her with a shaky sigh. After two orgasms in quick succession, Raza knew that he was going to need a few minutes to recover as he removed his length from the moaning Pinkie Pie and brought his muzzle to the syrupy sweet cum that was clinging to her cutie marks and the back of her hindlegs. Lapping up and tasting how sugary it was, arguably more than Mrs. Cake’s fluids, Raza felt his length steadily getting hard again as he eyes rolled to the back of his head from the taste and the sound of Pinkie’s approving coos. Eventually, he reached Pinkie’s twice creampied pussy with his tongue and got deep moans from the pink mare. Raza normally wouldn’t touch his own cum, but the both of them were too turned on to care as he went to town. After a few minutes of his tongue writhing inside her pussy depths, getting Pinkie to yell nearly as loud as she did when she was straight up getting dicked down, Raza pulled back and licked his lips clean to enjoy the taste of the pink mare’s juices before getting to work one last time.

Watching as Pinkie instinctively flipped onto her back, spreading her hindlegs out as best as she could before Raza stepped over her and slipped his length inside her one last time as they were in the missionary position this time. Her pussy more than wet from Raza’s royal treatment inside it and around it, and the zebra stallion hard from her sounds and the sheer excitement of doing something so dirty in a supply closet to blow off steam, Pinkie panted with her tongue rolled out of her mouth as she enjoyed how much the zebra stallion desired her. The pink mare couldn’t possibly know his sexual history, though Pinkie Pie took special delight in the erotic assumption that she was one of Raza’s best lays. And not just because she was an Element of Harmony, of idol status, but because Pinkie never relented in the earnest sounds of carnal hunger and high-pitched delight that paired up with her nonstop energy beautifully. Raza grunted as he smacked his balls against her ponut this time, amazed that out of all the rounds he had with the pink mare, he hadn’t even claimed her backdoor yet! They would surely save that for another time, and Raza genuinely entertained asking out the pink mare if Mrs. Cake kept pushing him away. It was only fair to the zebra stallion and the married mare at that point, and Raza felt less bad about the situation as he was aware of how many stallions would’ve killed to be in the exact spot he was in.

“Give it to me, Raza, I know you’ve been looking at this fat ass of mine since we met~!” Pinkie narrowed her eyes at Raza, her firm gaze yanking him in despite that not being the case. The pink mare was attractive as all get out, sure, but Raza’s heart was too busy swooning over his chubby blue love to even consider Pinkie Pie as an option of any sort up until that point. Now though? The bewitching way that she pulled him in with her infectious personality and her even more dominating sexual appeal was something he wasn’t going to forget in a long time. Those words along with her pulling gaze sent him fucking like his life depended on it, shutting his eyes and having his striped hips disappear in a blur as he fucked her hard.

“YES, YES, KNOCK ME UP WITH FOALS!” Pinkie bellowed, though Raza figured she was with protection as she had fucked at many parties before. That didn’t stop him from being bombarded with the images of Pinkie Pie having a swollen belly and bigger crotchteats, and then having that image snap him to those glorious pink teats before him. They swayed up and down with each thrust even though he slowed down enough to look at them, and while Mrs. Cake had a far bigger ass, Pinkie’s crotchteats were just the tiniest bit bigger. Playing with her dark pink crotchteats gently with one forehoof, it was still enough to get Pinkie’s pussy walls to clench around Raza’s fat zebra dick as she came all over him again. Raza gave a sharp snort of deep satisfaction as he gave several more thrusts, his balls hitting her dark pink ponut a few more times before he hilted himself inside of her and grunted. Unloading enough cum to overflow Pinkie’s absolutely stuffed pussy, drops of his third load came out from her pussy as her stomach was pudgy from the amount of cum he released due to how much he was holding inside of himself.

“Fuck, I really needed that,” Raza mumbled, before resting his chest on her own as they kept the position of himself inside of her for several more moments. Even within the hot and deliciously sweet confines of the Pinkie Pie, Raza was left with the post-nut clarity of what he had done. A twinge of guilt rushed through his body as he thought to Mrs. Cake, her unique chubby body and matronly personality that he could never tire of. He loved her more than anything, and knew deep down that he always planned on telling her what transpired between him and her employee. He could only hope that she’d understand-

Right as he was about to move away and help clean up in the closet, his mind shifting to getting all the supplies in a hurry as to not worry Mrs. Cake further, Pinkie licked her lips with a sultry gaze before bringing a forehoof to the back of Raza’s head. Pushing him in, showing just how much she enjoyed their surprise sex in the supply closet, Pinkie’s tongue slid into Raza’s mouth instantly as the zebra stallion ran along with it. Their tongues danced for a few fiery moments before the mood-breaking click of the supply closet door tore them both from their makeout session.

“Hey, are you okay in…oh wow,” Mr. Cake’s eyes nearly bulged outside of his head as he heavily blushed from walking in on the two. Raza glanced over his shoulder, the brief moment of desperate hope dashed as he saw that Mrs. Cake was alongside her husband with her pupils shrunk to pinpricks and her jaw dropped. She was staring at the scene as if she had stumbled upon a dead body, before she narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth, getting beet red. Cold shock hit Raza right in the heart as his ears flattened and he looked at Mrs. Cake’s expression with his mouth quivering with no clue what to say.

“Sorry about that, guys~” Pinkie giggled, though her confusion as to why her boss was glaring at Raza so much was beyond her. “It won’t happen again, not on the clock anyways…”

Mrs. Cake turned around, the stomping on the floor audible as her tail sharply flicked as she slammed the kitchen door open and left. At the same time, the lobby was empty with the exception of Sugar Belle laid out on the same very table she was railed by her husband on. She was resting on her stomach, shuddering with a sigh from the very lovely massage she had received from Dusty. Though she didn’t get up to anything debaucherous on that table like last time, it was nonetheless relaxing as she rolled off the table and landed on all four hooves with the help of her new griffon friend as they walked out of the lobby.

“Thanks for the massage, Dusty!” Sugar grinned as she looked at the griffon over her shoulder. “Ever since I’ve been helping on my husband’s…or should I say, our farm, I’ve been soooo stiff~”

Dusty smiled back and opened his beak to respond when he saw Mrs. Cake stomping past the both of them and out the front door. Frowning as he had never seen Mrs. Cake that livid before, Dusty looked back to Sugar Belle.

“What exactly did we miss???”

Contains processing jealousy, conversation about stalker/harassment behavior.

It was the next day, with Mr. Cake walking towards the front door with the stroller holding the Cake Twins as he had planned on taking them to a proper daddy-foal time that was much needed given how busy the Cakes had been. Raza had spent the night in a sleeping bag in the lobby while Dusty flew back to his place, raising questions in Mrs. Cake’s mind as to the audacity the young zebra stallion had doing so. Was he hoping to patch everything up the next morning? Regardless, Raza was no longer sleeping, busy cleaning all the tables with the bakery open but before anypony had come in yet. Mrs. Cake felt seething hot red anger rushing through her body, not at her husband who gave a gentle smile, but at the kindhearted Raza for breaking…what exactly did he break again?

“He’s your friend, and I wouldn’t want you saying anything to him that you’ll regret later,” Mr. Cake explained. “It’s not that bad, honey, I know how different everything was back when we met each other, but young ponies just do it whenever and wherever. It’s a different time now, though I’d understand if you need to tell them to cool off till after work. I’m pretty sure Pinkie already said that, too!”

Mrs. Cake stared at him, her glare softening as it wasn’t her husband’s fault what was happening, but her own. Though her frown didn’t disappear, her anger towards Raza didn’t relent. But she shook her head as she placed her forehoof on Mr. Cake’s shoulder.

“It’s just disrespectful,” Mrs. Cake spat out the words, not wanting to blow and accidentally slip information that she was carefully keeping secret. Mr. Cake sighed, relenting as he briefly hugged his wife with one foreleg before turning away and pushing the stroller out the door.

“Just give yourself a breather and everything will be clear, hun, I’ll see you in a few hours,” Mr. Cake reassured his wife, leaving the bakery as Mrs. Cake was eerily alone in the front room of Sugarcube Corner.

It was already difficult enough that Mrs. Cake had to deal with Femi breaking into her room, especially with no evidence to prove such, but Raza hooking up with Pinkie in a spur-of-the-moment passion only made her more uncomfortable about everything. But what did happen exactly for the chubby blue mare to even feel reasonably mad about? Her and Raza were certainly not exclusive in any sense of the word, quite the contrary, she practically demanded that he look for younger mares than her to pursue! All Raza was doing was exactly what she had asked of him! So why was she so red-faced and heated to the point of shaking when she thought about it? She was considering talking to Raza about Femi directly, aware that he would believe her above anypony else, but the whole situation left her even more unsure about how she felt about him. Should she tell him to be with Femi, since the zebra mare already didn’t love her husband and they had nothing to hold onto? She definitely should, at least the athletic zebra lover was undoubtedly passionate about Raza, even if her methods were unorthodox. Maybe Pinkie? If Mrs. Cake felt as though Femi was toxic for Raza, she could push the zebra stallion to pursue somepony who was one of his heroes. Either way, shouldn’t she make a choice on one of them to vouch for since this was all part of the deal? Even though it was everything she thought she wanted Raza to experience, it had grown into a very complicated situation that she didn’t know how to move forward with.

Raza stepped out of the kitchen, seeing Mrs. Cake with her butt turned to him as she was shaking and unaware of the young zebra stallion’s presence. It was all too evident that something was wrong with Mrs. Cake, and he could only assume that it was because Raza flaked out on helping them with work to have sex. Surely that was it? Walking up to her side, Raza looked at Mrs. Cake and avoided touching her just in case.

“I’m so sorry about skipping work,” Raza frowned, his heart hurting at Mrs. Cake’s expression almost made him completely forget about Femi and how she had been acting at his house. “I would’ve turned to you but Femi’s advances have been so much that I felt afraid to even touch you. It’s been terrible.”

“Oh my Celestia, that’s awful,” Mrs. Cake whispered, before shaking her head. “I forgive you, I don’t want to be angry at something so silly. May I ask something? What is Femi like normally, what was your history with her and your family?”

“Well to be honest, I’d only seen Femi and Jabari a hoofful of times together before my brother announced that they were engaged,” Raza admitted with a shrug. “She’s never acted this way up until now, that quiet robotic mare you met was how she always was up until I had sex with her. Now she won’t leave me alone, my parents initially were concerned but decided to stay out of it as no physical altercation had occurred yet. I’m pretty sure they just wanted us to talk it out as adults…why are you curious about how she is? On top of that, you don’t seem all too shocked that she is making moves on me. Did you already know somehow?”

“Yes, unfortunately,” Mrs. Cake gulped as she readied herself. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about it, not even Dusty, because I’m not sure if anyone else will believe me. But Femi had been stalking me at work and showed up in my bedroom, demanding that I relinquish you to her so that she could be with the brother she’d prefer to be with.”

“What does that mean?” Raza asked.

And that’s when they talked about everything that had happened in regards to Femi the past few days, Mrs. Cake opening up about what Femi said in regards to her grandmother’s wishes, and Raza venting about every little thing the psychotic zebra mare had done to try and win him over. Raza even mentioned Femi and Jabari’s arguments making him feel unsafe in his home. Before this conversation, Raza seemed somewhat assured about kicking Femi out of his home, but now that she appeared to have some mystical sorcery to stalk Mrs. Cake with ease? Nothing short of getting a royal alicorn involved would be a surefire solution. Raza felt the cold fear of Femi’s capabilities, both certain and uncertain, creep up on his rising pelt like spiders. His shoulders slouching, Raza looked down at the floor and sighed.

“I’m really sorry for bringing this problem into your life, I’d understand if you’d want me to go to keep your family safe,” Raza groaned.

“Raza, we can tackle this problem together,” Mrs. Cake insisted, her heart fluttering at how much was expressed with her willingness to try for something that wasn’t even technically her own. She could feel a twinge of knowing, deep down why she was upset that Raza and Pinkie had sex, though she pushed it down. This was just helping out a friend in need, Mrs. Cake told herself before she spoke aloud again. “Femi’s actions aren’t your fault, not when all four of us agreed to what happened that day. This has all been a lot today, hasn’t it? I’m going to let Pinkie and Sugar Belle know to hold the fort together, and you and I can get a drink or two. That sound like a good idea?”

“That sounds wonderful,” Raza looked into Mrs. Cake’s eyes again, excitement renewed in his heart as he anticipated spending time with the perfect mare uninterrupted more than anything else. Mrs. Cake nodded as she trotted to the kitchen door and pushed it open, letting Pinkie and Sugar Belle know that she and Raza were heading out and would be right back. As Mrs. Cake stared into Pinkie’s wide eyes, she considered assuring the pink mare that she wasn’t mad at her, but thought against it. With the whole Femi situation becoming bigger than the both of them, Mrs. Cake intended on speaking to Pinkie at a different time.

While Mrs. Cake and Raza trotted out of the bakery, a shadowy hoof stepped forward towards the sugary-looking building.

Contains mystery, ooOoOOoh!

Femi stood from afar, watching Mrs. Cake and Raza leaving the bakery with a blank expression until they disappeared out of sight completely. Turning her head towards the window, being close enough to see her blank expression but barely just. Noticing her expression, Femi loosened her expression, releasing the tension in her muzzle before taking a deep breath and skipping towards Sugarcube Corner in all its bright and cheery decor. Smiling wide as she gently pushed the door open before skipping inside, Femi’s tail moved from side to side as she gave a wide grin hitting the top of the bell for service. The Element of Laughter herself, Pinkie stepped out and grinned wide at Femi back. Femi’s wide smile faltered a little, having to grit her teeth for half a second before maintaining her composure.

“Hey new customer!” Pinkie greeted Femi, waving her hoof really fast for a couple of seconds before continuing with her poofy tail swinging from side to side. “What would you like? Oooooh, are there any particular flavors that you enjoy? What’s your favorite type of dessert? How often do you treat yourself to dessert? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here, do you come from another town nearby? Perhaps Canterlot? You’ve got that elegant look about you, so either there or Manehattan? Are you ordering for anypony el-”

“You’re so sweet and attentive, thank you,” Femi placed a forehoof on the counter, managing to silence Pinkie as she listened to the zebra mare. “If I may ask, is Mr. Cake in today? I’ve heard of him but haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him.”

“Oh I’m afraid he just left, his wife did too,” Pinkie pouted as Femi brought out an envelope with her other forehoof and placed it in front of the pink mare.

“Well, this letter is for the gentlestallion specifically and needs to be given to him upon his return, as it is quite an urgent and private matter,” Femi explained, maintaining a cool smile as she fluttered her eyelashes at Pinkie. “Nothing for you or anypony else to concern yourselves with, so worry not~”

“Er, okay?” Pinkie’s smile disappeared, her expression turning blank as she shook her head and continued. “Is there anything else I could help you with at all?”

“Well, I’ve decided to try out your chocolate glazed donut,” Femi determined, removing both forehooves from the counter as she took a step back and pulled out a bag of bits. “Just the one to go, please and thank you~”

“Okie dokie, one…oh I don’t see any in the display case, weird,” Pinkie frowned. “Let me go get a fresh one from the back, okay? I’ll be right back before you could say goody gum drops!”

Pinkie disappeared in a flash, and in the two seconds she was gone, Femi moved faster. Walking to the nearest shelf in the bakery, she tapped it in several different spots before returning to the counter and whispering “goody gum drops” quietly to herself with a big grin. Pinkie returned with the bag holding the fresh donut, exchanging it for the bits as Femi took the bag in one forehoof and gave a small bow to the chubby pink mare.

“It was quite lovely to meet you in the flesh, Pinkie Pie~” Femi spoke as she turned around and trotted out the door. “You have a wonderful day.”

Pushing the door open and leaving the establishment, Femi slunk underneath the window to remain out of view as she entered the alley behind the bakery where the dumpster was. Briefly opening the dumpster with one forehoof, Femi tossed the entire bag donut and all inside before closing it and pulling her forehoof back. Shaking it with a grimace before bringing her forehoof back to the ground, Femi then smirked as she saw the second story window open just the tiniest fraction. That was all she needed, as Femi soundlessly jumped up to the window and swiftly opened it before rolling onto the floor of the Cakes’ room completely silent.

Smoothly moving around the room with her hooves barely touching the ground, Femi looked throughout the bathroom and underneath the bed before looking to the mirror door. Moving slowly, Femi cringed a little as the mirror door inevitably made a brief sound from opening it. Pulling open the drawers, shifting through clothes and returning them in the exact spots they were in, Femi’s ears flattened as she shook her head until she reached the bottom drawer. Tucked away with various sex toys such as a zebra dildo and a griffon one were a dark purple pamphlet to a massage parlor called Magical Massages and a receipt to a sex toy store called Greedy Griffon Grabs & Gems. Placing everything back as it was and closing the drawer, Femi smiled to herself before hearing the door open. Scaling the mirror door and clinging to the ceiling, Femi glanced down at Pinkie walking into her own boss’ room, looking from left to right.

“Huh,” Pinkie frowned, placing a forehoof on her lips as she walked further into the room to glance into the bathroom before looking back at the door she came in. “That’s so strange, my Pinkie Sense told me somepony was in here…”

“Five, four, three, two, one…” Femi whispered, and right as she said zero, a loud crash was heard downstairs that made Pinkie’s eyes go wide as she flinched. Turning around and rushing out of the room and galloping down the stairs, Pinkie disappeared out of sight as Femi soundlessly dropped to the floor on all fours. Looking to the mirror doors closed, the bed the same as she came in, and resisting the urge to close the door that Pinkie left open, Femi turned and closed the window till it was open just a crack like before. There was the tiniest risk that Pinkie might’ve noticed that, but it was preferable to the Cakes noticing an open window upon returning to their business. Walking away from the premises with a soft hum, Femi smiled warmly to herself…

Contains rough sex, competitive angry sex, interrogation, slut-shaming, zebra femdom, griffon on zebra action, ass-smacking, getting kicked into a wall, magically pleasurable kicks, ass smacking, ponut/crotchteats fetish, anal, fingering, quickie, being milked twice, creampie, cumshot, and bitter bruised defeat.

“Oh my stars, Dusty!” The green unicorn that Dusty knew as his regular Lyra Heartstrings climbed off the massage table, looking over her shoulder and grinning at him with her tail swaying from side to side. “Thank you again for the massage, you really know how to work my shoulders!”

“Of course, Lyra,” Dusty beamed, waving his talon as the mare trotted to the door. “I hope to see you or your wife very soon, tell her I said hi, yeah?”

“You know it!” Lyra walked out the door, leaving the young griffon stud’s chest puffed out and his mood warmer than a campfire at the pride that came with his job. His adventures with the voluptuous Mrs. Cake was a delight for sure, but it was certainly a different kind of enjoyment to have strictly professional masseur hours with mares that weren’t interested in going all the way with him. The gray griff was a degenerate for sure, but merely for the mares that returned his attraction whether they were on or off the massage table. Dusty took a deep breath, rolling his own shoulders back and forth before grinning and flying towards the door.

“Alright, time to clock out-”

Before he got too close to the door, the door swung open and revealed an incredibly well-built zebra mare, a paragon of femininity and discipline. Dusty wouldn’t have been surprised if this mystery mare worked out five times a week, perhaps more, and had the rest of his thoughts dissipated by the mare’s bright lavender eyes. She trotted past him and flopped herself on the massage table with a big smirk.

“My name is Femi, and I’m your next appointment,” the zebra mare proclaimed as she sighed and stretched her long and thin limbs out. And yet, while they were thin, Dusty could see muscles underneath them that gave this Femi a very respectable body. Dusty didn’t really get a good look at his list, usually leaving the planning all to the receptionist, so the gray griffon gave a shrug before walking towards the table and oiling his talons. He had seen her type before, rushing to the table and high strung over the last pony that pissed them off over Celestia knows what, and Dusty was sure she’d relax after he had gotten started. Plus, he was certainly intrigued by the presence of a zebra mare that he hadn’t seen before, not even on his adventures around Equestria! So he flew up to the table and pressed his talons against her shoulders, getting to work with his eyes bulging at her rippling shoulder blades. The griffon was truly impressed as while Femi had a remarkably feminine figure with prominent curves, she had muscles underneath her fur that most stallions didn’t possess. It was a nice balance between the rock muscle of bodybuilders and the feeling of fat he felt from most ponies. Wait a second, was he drifting off? He better fix that.

“So your name is Femi, then?” Dusty started, mentally cursing himself as he was met with silence. Asking a dumb question, and obviously he wouldn’t be met with an answer. Taking a deep breath as he moved his talons down to the middle of her back, he tried again.

“I don’t see too many zebras around here, so forgive me if I’m curious,” Dusty laughed, only to be met with no response. Was she offended? This Femi didn’t seem to give any indication either way, perhaps she was a shy mare? If she wasn’t a talker, that’d be fine, but Dusty didn’t want this Femi to feel uncomfortable around him! What to talk about…

“And if I may say, you’re definitely in amazing shape!” Dusty felt a flutter in his heart at his smoothness, that sort of flattery always got a response! Though it couldn’t hurt to seal the deal. “What do you do for a living that gets you in such amazing shape?”

Femi remained silent, and Dusty relented as he worked back up to her shoulders. Perhaps some creatures just really did want a quiet rela-

“So how do you know Mrs. Cake?”

Her voice was clear in contrast to her cutting silence moments before, and yet Dusty was taken aback by such a random question. His casual enjoyment of taking interest in her reached a screeching halt, his body tense itself as he stopped and looked down at her.

“What?” Dusty barely spoke above a whisper.

“Mrs. Cake frequents here, does she not?” Femi continued. “And you’ve been seen outside of work with her beyond just being a client, right?”

Dusty was stunned to say the least, his bright orange eyes wide with the sudden interrogation from a zebra mare that waltzed into his place of work. Wait, investigation? What if that’s what it was, and this mare was a private investigator sent by Mr. Cake? It would make sense, the yellow stallion very curious to find out where Mrs. Cake got a random zebra and griffon from to help work for them on occasion. And Dusty did find it quite confusing how quickly her husband had accepted their stories from first meeting them. Or this Femi could’ve been a stalker, but for what reason? This was the biggest test to Dusty’s casual demeanor, the griffon knew he had to act the way he acted best.

“We just became friends, of course! I’m seen around her because I help her out at the bakery, along with her family, employees, and a mutual zebra friend that also works there sometimes,” Raza explained, trying to keep his voice full of enthusiasm as opposed to the crippling nervousness that was ruffling his feathers. Though he couldn’t see it, Femi’s purple eyes widened at the last part of his statement before she looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with him.

“So you know Raza, does that mean you’re fucking Mrs. Cake as well?” Femi asked, and Dusty felt a cold shock of fear ripple throughout his body from the knowledge she had.

“I, wha, what are you even saying?” Dusty dropped the pretense, raising his voice in shock as he shook his head. “Mrs. Cake is a married mare, so I don’t know where all this is coming from!”

“It’s so interesting,” Femi shook her head, looking at the wall as she continued. “She’s trying to appear monogamous yet she seems to fuck around quite a lot. I believe the term for it is whorse?”

Dusty stopped, the slur that even the biggest gossips he’s massaged wouldn’t even use. And yet here the zebra mare was, saying it like she was talking about the weather. He had half a mind to throw her out at that very moment, but the absurd level of anger raging in his mind kept him still in lack of rationality. He was speechless, and Femi kept going.

“Such a slutty whorse,” Femi said a second time, a little louder than the first time. “If she is satisfied with a bird, than surely she can be satisfied with any creature willing to fuck her? Why can’t she put her fat sack on some other zebra?”

Blindly succumbing to his white hot rage reaching a boiling point, Dusty raised his talon and smacked her right on the ass. He saw the movement on her flesh, but Femi didn’t so much as twitch. She only turned her head the tiniest degree back in his direction.

“Was that you just did part of the massage?” Femi asked, her tone unchanged. Dusty froze, realizing what he had just done. Smacking his client in anger was absolutely crossing the line, and if Femi had been upset, Dusty would’ve profusely apologized and accepted the consequences of his own actions. Though, she seemed either indifferent to his smack or up to the challenge, as if she believed she could best him? Or was that his imagination, born from being absolutely demolished by Phoenix that one time? Femi didn’t seem half as powerful as the red griffoness, seeming more like all bark and no bite. He had an idea stirring in his mind…

“Yes, it was part of the massage,” Dusty said, not even bothering to make his tone convincing. He’d give Femi the same treatment he’d given to Mrs. Cake, then the zebra mare would relent and not be so judgmental. Then we’ll see who is the real whorse, succumbing to pleasure to the griffon she was interrogating!

Taking a deep breath, channeling the energy of the times he felt his strongest plapping the braying Mrs. Cake’s backdoor, whether it was on that very table or even on her bed shared with her husband, Dusty felt like he was ten feet tall as he flipped Femi around. The mare was surprisingly light for all the muscle she had in her lithe body, and right above her pussy lips was white striped crotchboobs with black teats. They weren’t as big as Mrs. Cake’s crotchteats, not even close, but they were still teats all the same. Sensually working his talons up her chest and down to her stomach, Dusty played the game as he pretended to care about massaging her upper body before reaching the real prize. Placing his talons right on her crotchteats, Dusty twisted and played with them, even putting a bit more pressure on them than he did with Mrs. Cake. Though, no response, even when he reached the point of flicking them with enough force that would get Phoenix to even react. He grabbed a fistful of her crotchteats, gripping them firmly but not too hard, glancing up and feeling hot shame burn at his face as Femi looked down at his face as if he was a newspaper she was reading.

No way in Tartarus…

Feeling frustration flame his ire, Dusty kept going for another several minutes only to keep getting the same expression before flipping her around again. Sure, he could see her not reacting to teatplay, but by Griffonstone’s name he was the ponut professional. Stretching his forelegs out and cracking his talons, Dusty braced himself with his true griffon strength before lunging with more predatory instinct than he had ever before. This mare knew what he was up to, though as long as she allowed him, Dusty would prove himself to be an absolute mare-conqueror. A loud growl leaving his lion lungs, Dusty sunk three oiled digits into her ponut and used the other talon to massage her clit thoroughly. Moving his digits on her clit in fierce circles, Dusty looked for any tell-tale signs that she might’ve been holding back her action. Looking at the posters on the wall next to her, her expression blank, Dusty felt his arousal skyrocket at the challenge. He was absolutely in need of the payoff, to break this mare and make her cum. So he refused to look at her face any further as he focused on her black ponut and his three digits inside of them, pistoning them in and out of her and getting hypnotized by being able to so blatantly enjoy the splendor of zebra ponuts. He was more than happy with Mrs. Cake’s backdoor, easily being able to enjoy it for hours, but savoring Femi’s backdoor held a delight in itself as it seemed to swallow up his talon with each plunge. And the wetness of Femi’s clit assured him the small victory that she wasn’t dry, but to still see that the zebra mare was unfazed was something that he hoped wouldn’t last for long.

What felt like five minutes had drawn out into what had to be at least twenty minutes, with that once hot and fiery griffon instinct burning out little by little until Dusty felt as though he was going to slump over on top of her. Dusty felt sweat dripping down his face, and hoped dearly that the blank-faced Femi wouldn’t notice the weakness taking over his body. Every few seconds when he noticed that his pistoning was slowing down, and his clit circles were getting lazy, Dusty picked up the pace again for a brief burst of energy before the cycle continued and he was at an impasse. Though she remained wet and had to be clo-

“I guess it's my turn.”

That was all Dusty had heard before Femi pulled back her hindleg and kicked him off the table and into the wall, a barely audible escape of air leaving his lungs before he fell on the floor. Feeling the slam against the wall made his head spin in disorientation for a few moments before he focused on the pillar between his legs. Namely, his fully erect cock bobbing side to side from being neglected during all the pleasure he delivered to Femi. He was aware of being somewhat turned on, but didn’t even know he was hard let alone erect to the point of feeling close. Another surge of hot shame flushed his cheeks as he watched Femi get up, moving off her table and moving towards him. Though the most magnetizing part of it was that she was moving towards him backwards, her striped ass facing him as she swayed it back and forth. Those stripes on her very toned ass were a siren’s song in their own right, making his mind go blank as drool seeped out of his beak. Though, she cut off the scene and turned around to face him with her narrowed purple eyes and the tiniest smile on her muzzle. Trotting the last bit of distance between the massage table and Dusty’s sore body as he had barely managed to stand up against the wall and stare her down with the last fraction of fire in his fitting eyes, the griffon glared her down as he pointed his cock right in the direction she wanted it.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to-OH FUCK!” Dusty cried out as Femi gracefully turned around and moved back without skipping a beat, slamming down her ponut on the entirety of his cock. Feeling his balls hit her warm clit, Dusty shivered as he had nearly broke from the sudden movement. Though he braced himself for what he knew deep down would be the savage sexual acts of the zebra mare, telling himself that if she could stand his carnal attempts, then he could hold out as well. Dusty tried to abstain from thinking sexual thoughts that would hurt his chances, taking deep breaths as Femi held herself still as she would surprise him at any moment. This was a cocky hotshot of a mare, Dusty told himself, one after his own heart. But she crossed the line with how she talked about Mrs. Cake, so he needed to prove himself in the way he knew how. Reaching his talons to grip Femi’s striped cheeks, Dusty was moments away from getting started on thrusting into her best he could while backed up against the wall, when Femi started in earnest. Her movements forward, keeping only the tip of his griffon dick inside her backdoor, and then backward as she slammed down on him again, were mind-blowing in of itself. Dusty felt fear rippling his body alongside the hot pleasure of her bouncing and gyrating that put Rainbow Dash to shame, his confidence being swiftly dashed by Femi’s mysteriously powerful blur of fucking. Even though he was without a shadow of a doubt, inside of her, it felt way more like she was fucking him instead of vice versa.

“Where did the griffon instinct go?” Femi giggled, not even panting as she grinned wide enough to show her teeth. “Come on, bird boy, bring your beak down my neck or grab my mane! Surely you’ve got it in you!”

Dusty didn’t even question if she was mocking him, though with a hot rush of shame and excitement, the gray griffon found himself pathetically bucking his hips into her own hips with but a mere fraction of his normal fire. Even though he was grateful for those ideas as to best dominate her, they were pointless. They both knew damn well that he was physically unable to do either, and within but a few minutes, Dusty moaned as she brought her ponut down on his entire cock and thoroughly milked him. Shutting his eyes and briefly escaping the embarrassment of defeat, Dusty’s wings twitched against the wall as he sighed from the divine feeling of painting the inside of the toned zebra mare’s backdoor. Even if he’d have a lot to process after the whole situation, Dusty allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure of being inside her and being so quickly milked to an orgasm. Femi smirked as she remained still, looking over her shoulder and taking in Dusty’s closed eyes and wide-open beak, lost in pleasure as if he was a gangbanged mare. Femi gave him a few more seconds of being lost in bliss, she wasn’t a monster after all, before she moved forward and removed the entirety of his cock from her leaking ponut.

“Wha-?” Dusty gasped before Femi moved her backhoof and gave a special strike to his side, and while it didn’t hurt like he thought it would, the effects were instant. His eleven inches of griffon glory were hard again with no refractory period, twitching for more as if nothing had happened. While it didn’t hurt like the kick that sent him against the wall, the special strike was simultaneously pleasurable as it was feeling like he was being beaten into submission. Dusty’s eyes shot wide open and he threw a talon over his beak at the physical sensation that should’ve been impossible. Femi still had her purple eyes as she giggled at him for a few moments. Then, she stepped away as she no longer was looking at him, using the same backhoof in a quick motion against his dick and making him squirt all over her striped cheeks as if it was an afterthought. The sped up second orgasm did Dusty in as he fell to the ground after his balls were completely spent in and on the zebra mare, feeling utterly destroyed as he was heavily blushing from it all. The feeling of being defeated at his own game by a mare he didn’t even know, hit harder than being thrown against the wall. Or even the slamming that his pelvis had brutally endured. Even though the warm post-nut pleasure hit harder than anything before, Dusty knew he was going to have to ask for a few days off work at least for the roughest sex he’d ever had…

Femi walked away, opening the door as she still kept smirking with cum leaking out of her black ponut and even more cum decorating her ass like a sticky trophy. Her goal was accomplished, she’d gotten much-needed information and had time to spare to go to her next destination. As quickly as she’d entered the room, Femi had left without a trace. Moments later, the manager unicorn had stepped into the room and gasped. Any sort of anger from seeing cum all over the room had been dashed with concern as she saw Dusty’s fur and feathers roughed up, his chest bruised, groaning as the mare gently prodded his face.

“Sweet mother of Celestia, are you alright?” the manager gasped, looking at his twitching wings that seemed to be unharmed but frantically looking out the door and back at her employee as she continued. “What happened? You had your last appointment an hour ago, so I thought you had gone home! Do you need me to call the hospital, the police?”

“Wait, what? I thought she was my last appointment?” Dusty sputtered, feeling even more lost in his mind than before. Didn’t that Femi schedule an appointment with him? If she didn’t even give her contact information to his work, Dusty didn’t really have a hope in finding her. Not without asking around at the very least. Why did she ask about Mrs. Cake? What did Raza have to do with her?

“Don’t call either, I just need a couple days of rest, I promise,” Dusty shook his head, trying not to take out his bitterness on his manager as his mind blanked and he slumped over in defeat. He’d get up in a few minutes, and return home for a long sleep…