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...