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.