Contains no smut, a mysteriously appearing zebra mare, jealousy, mentioned sexual harassment, a vicious confrontation, and a mysterious ending!

“Does something feel weird to you?”

Mrs. Cake flinched as Pinkie stood beside her while she was frosting a set of cupcakes, trying to feel relaxed to match the energy of the average day she was having with her helpers in Sugarcube Corner. It had been a week since Mrs. Cake had her crash course in zebra culture through a very lewd competition, and ever since the day after, the chubby blue mare had felt this feeling of discomfort and unrest. Whether she was at the counter, in the dining room conversing with customers, or checking inventory for all her ingredients, Mrs. Cake felt eyes on her as if she was being watched. Looking over her shoulder every five minutes did nothing to soothe the feeling that was creeping up on her, and it was made even worse by seeing different supplies and treats throughout the bakery being moved when Sugar Belle and Pinkie weren’t anywhere nearby to have moved said items. Mrs. Cake turned to look at the chubby pink mare staring up at the ceiling and then at the door that led to the lobby, bringing a forehoof to her lips as her poofy pink tail twitched.

“I wish you didn’t say that, dearie,” Mrs. Cake winced at her employee’s statement. “Because I’ve been feeling it too. It’s much easier when these weird creatures are bugbears or even changelings that have a physical form! But what could be staring at us and moving everything? I can’t even see them!”

“I mean, there are unicorns that know invisibility spells…” Pinkie placed her forehoof back on the ground as she looked at her boss. “Perhaps it's a foal playing a prank on us?”

“I’ve been feeling watched in many more places than a foal would have access to,” Mrs. Cake sighed as she shook her head. “Perhaps the AC is just off and I need to fix the temperature, yeah, something like that. Why don’t you put these cupcakes away and I’ll go check it out?”

“Okie dokie lokie, I’ll let you know if any of those invisible bugbears move more of our supplies!” Pinkie cheered as she bounced up and down despite the mood of the room. With Sugar Belle at the counter taking orders, and Mr. Cake out with the foals in the dining room, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she trotted out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The random excuse for it being the AC was just so Mrs. Cake could trot up the stairs and inspect her room. Even if there was something crawling about in Sugarcube Corner, Mrs. Cake could at least check her and her husband’s room from top to bottom to ensure that there wasn’t anything in the most sacred part of the building to her. Turning to look at her door, Mrs. Cake gave a deep breath before walking up to the door and pushing it open. Seeing it was completely empty, Mrs. Cake wasn’t the slightest bit comforted by the sight and walked into the bathroom. Perhaps something had crawled through the window, and maybe she left it creaked open by accident? Just as Mrs. Cake was about to walk past the bathroom mirror and to the window, she froze as she heard a voice…

…right next to her ear.

“I have some questions.”

Nearly screaming at the top of her lungs, only restraining herself just in time to avoid worrying everypony downstairs, Mrs. Cake instead bolted onto her bed and stared at the pony that was next to the bed. More specifically, a zebra mare that Mrs. Cake immediately recognized from the time she briefly spent at Raza’s house during the sexual competition. Staring at her purple eyes, Mrs. Cake recognized her as Jabari’s mate…Femi.

“What are you doing in my home, in my room?!?!” Mrs. Cake demanded to know, raising her voice loud enough to assert herself but not too much as to scream. Standing on her bed and glaring down at Femi, the zebra mare’s cool purple eyes slowly blinked as her expression remained stoic. Glancing at the door and then turning her face back to Mrs. Cake, Femi spoke.

“Does your mate know what you do?” Femi asked, tilting her head. The worst part of it was, Mrs. Cake couldn’t tell if she was referring to Mr. Cake or Raza. Though, she had an idea as to which one.

“Why does that matter to you? I still want my answer!!!” Mrs. Cake knew she wasn’t normally the type of mare to get mad, though it was hard to keep her cool when others beside her husband kept waltzing into her room. Couldn’t she pull her aside in the dining room like a normal pony if it was so damn important? Feeling tension rising in her body as she contemplated yelling for her husband, secrets be damned, Femi took a deep breath as she continued.

“I wish to know more about you. Even if we reach an amicable resolution, I still must know sufficient information about you before I feel more comfortable interacting with you,” Femi explained, leaving Mrs. Cake in disbelief that this was the quiet and submissive zebra mare that she met only a week ago. Then, the shock inside of Mrs. Cake’s body magnified as Femi dropped a bombshell. “I want you to relinquish hold over Raza to me please. I want him to fuck me like he did before~”

“Uh…why not just ask him?” Mrs. Cake’s tension subsided a little to a more glaring confusion at the reason she showed up in the first place. “He’s his own stallion, you know.”

“You don’t think I haven’t tried?” Femi frowned. “I know I am a zebra mare with a very healthy body, smart enough to know how to tempt a stallion. I’ve asked, been given pitiful excuses by him, so I would present myself and my holes in various ways when nopony else is looking. I even went for such a method that most stallions would love! Sneaking up on him in bed and whispering dirty fantasies into his ear. Why, he kicked me out right away and told me to not barge into his room again! It’s clear that he loves you, Cup Cake.”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened at the explanation of events that Femi gave her, torn at whether to be mad at Raza for rejecting the affection of a beautiful mare, torn at whether to be mad at Femi for sexually harassing the poor stallion, or to feel downright flattered that the zebra stud’s desire never swayed from the blue mare. Then, with the obvious surfacing to Mrs. Cake’s mind, the chubby MILF shook her head.

“What about Jabari? He is your mate, right? I’m sure you two can work out your…intimacy problems. I mean, what made you fall in love with him in the first place?” Mrs. Cake attempted to give advice, still trying to extend some of her sweet nature despite Femi’s very rude intrusion into her own bedroom. Femi sighed as she sat down, looking at the floor for a few moments before taking a deep breath and continuing.

“Truth be told, I never loved Jabari,” Femi admitted. “Not a good look, to enter a relationship without love, I’m very aware of that. But my grandmother held my hoof in her hooves and asked me to pursue Jabari. Her and Jabari’s grandmother were the closest of friends, they meant everything to each other, so she asked me to take Jabari as my mate without anypony else knowing better. She wanted to pair me up with the oldest grandson of her dear friend, and that was Jabari. I didn’t fight back on it or even question such a request at the time because I see myself as a strongly built soldier. But this is an age of peace, not war, so what other purpose did I have to serve in this life besides following the path my family made for me? I didn’t feel any differently meeting Raza, because Jabari always told me about how weak he was, and I naturally assumed him to be the lesser brother because of that. Though whether it's because he’s met you or simply become more mature, he’s changed in a way that’s caught my attention. I can’t ignore it anymore, not since we had sex. So if I’m to be with one of them to make my grandmother happy, I would want it to be Raza. I know he’d actually bother to attend to my needs and ensure that I feel wanted. That kind of stallion doesn’t appear in everypony’s lifetime, so please know I have my reasons…”

Mrs. Cake took in everything that Femi had told her, slowly but surely as it was a lot for the chubby MILF to unpack. Despite Femi’s very unorthodox measures to try and seduce Raza, Mrs. Cake would’ve loved to help the zebra mare out of her complicated predicament. But she didn’t know the first step on how to do so, being left speechless by Femi’s confession.

“Which leads to my question,” Femi narrowed her eyes on Mrs. Cake. “I know why I cheat, pursuing Raza even after the competition was over, but why in fact do you?”

“Because I love my husband, even though he may be bad in bed, but that’s no good reason to abandon him and our family!” Mrs. Cake puffed her chest out, feeling the love for her husband blossoming inside of her. She wouldn’t give up on everything they built together, no matter how many stallions she ended up under.

“Then find another stud,” Femi shrugged. “Surely there’s plenty of stallions besides Raza that would love to fuck you?”

“But I lo-” Mrs. Cake stopped herself with a gasp.

What am I thinking?! I care for Raza as a friend, so why don’t I just let Femi have him?

“You don’t love him! You just liked that he dicked you down good and saw him as nothing up until then, you even admitted such,” Mrs. Cake spat, feeling a bad taste in her mouth at the realization. Even though she never intended on dating Raza, Mrs. Cake at least cared about him as a friend! But friends don’t sexually harass each other, and the blatant disrespect Femi showed to both of them spoke volumes to the MILF.

Femi’s ears flattened, the room getting chillingly silent as she stood up back up and glared at Mrs. Cake.

“I know what I want,” Femi said, her voice level but slowly rising with each word. Moving closer to Mrs. Cake on the bed. “And I’ll get what I want…”

Then, Femi jabbed her forehoof against Mrs. Cake’s gut with openly gritted teeth, causing Mrs. Cake to gasp.

“SOME FAT BLUE DOUGHBALL WILL NOT STAND IN MY WA-”

The door swished open, with Mrs. Cake tearing her eyes of Femi as she saw her husband walk into the room with a gentle smile as he looked at his wife.

“Heya hun, tired?”

Mrs. Cake’s jaw dropped as she looked to where Femi was, noticing that she was gone as if she was never there at all. If the chubby blue mare didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought she had imagined the whole conversation…

But Femi’s words, and the venomous scream she gave was all too real.