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~”