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.