Additional Characters: Pinkie Pie
Contains mentioned sexual harassment, threats, and implied body-shaming, built up stress, zebradom, scoring with an Element of Harmony, sex in a supply closet, breeding fetish, cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, blowjob, eating out, crotchteats, ogling pony butts, lots of creampies, making out, getting caught, and a helping of guilt and jealousy...

It had only been a couple of days since the intense threat to Mrs. Cake’s well-being, leaving the chubby blue mare more tense than usual on top of needing Dusty and Raza at Sugarcube Corner doing various tasks to keep everything moving smoothly during the extraordinarily busy day. It wasn’t insanely busy to the point where they didn’t have any down time, but the slowness throughout the work day was irregular and the Cakes had needed to leave the Twins to the care of Fluttershy for the day in her cottage. The couple and their pink mare employees were working on their signature confectionaries in the kitchen while Dusty and Raza were busy fetching supplies underneath the counters and spot cleaning where it was necessary, as well as stepping outside to take orders and check up on customers to make sure they were taken care of.

Mrs. Cake was stressed out to the point where she nearly filed a police report with the officers that she knew would try and help her, though she was smart enough to know they couldn’t do a damn thing about it when the chubby MILF had zero evidence that Femi had even showed up in her room in the first place. And to report sexual harassment by hearsay when Raza hadn’t even expressed that it had happened, seemed highly inappropriate for her to decide for him. She could only hope the young zebra stallion was doing alright…

Raza was currently standing at the counter, taking deep breaths and steadying his brain so he could further memorize the laminated menu he was reading. Even though he wasn’t a regular employee, more on call for obvious reasons, Raza’s face was flushed red at how many times he rang up the wrong item or took several seconds too long to find something. Granted, he read each order over before sending it back to the kitchen to ensure it was correct, but his fractured confidence showing to ponies that came in only intensified further with how Femi had been acting in his own home while his family had been staying there.

Femi’s violation of his own privacy reached new lows seemingly by the hour, starting with insisting on brushing her teeth while he bathed. Seemed fine enough at the time, his own family did that so why not the wife of his brother? Then she tried to join the bath, playing it off as needing to wash up to head somewhere on time. He kicked her out once again, and found that she still tried to ask to join him in the bathroom or leave to jog and offer him to join her. There were at least two occasions where Femi mentioned that Raza could benefit far more from a good walk or yoga session, as opposed to eating sugary slop all day. Those comments are what he ended up bringing up to Jabari, who was on the same page as Raza for the first time with correcting Femi’s thinly veiled body-shaming comments. His brother could hardly believe that his normally demure mate would even say such scathing words, and confronting her led to an avalanche of arguments that made it impossible for Raza to sleep at times. Arguments might’ve even been an understatement! Femi was moreso ignoring most of Jabari’s commands at even common decency, and whenever their parents were out of the house, the normally quiet mare would even resort to threatening to hit her own husband. The situation was getting toxic at best and physically unsafe at worst, and Raza almost considered confessing the situation to both Mrs. Cake and her husband in a desperate attempt to stay at the bakery until everything blew over.

And due to the way that Femi’s harassment made him feel less in charge of his own sexual choices by the day, Raza hadn’t even given himself the pleasure of sex since that competition a little over a week ago. Normally the act that relieved himself of a good chunk of stress was something he had been abstaining from, feeling deeply uncomfortable about the whole situation. Without a doubt, Mrs. Cake had to have noticed that he wasn’t clinging over her figure behind her husband’s back the whole day, but he didn’t feel right bringing up the issue to the beautiful blue mare. It was intense family drama, which meant Raza didn’t feel like it was remotely his place to bring it up to her. Unless she finally dropped the pretenses of their current situation and either left her husband or downgraded him to just another lover, joining his family. His tense body relaxed just the slightest bit as he grinned at the thought, knowing it would be way easier to defend himself against Femi if he just had the full support of Mrs. Cake’s love at his side. Though that did bring up the doubt itching in his mind, how he was being complacent in what was clearly an intense situation. It wasn’t necessarily that he wanted a relationship with Femi, of course, but he would be way more firm about placing boundaries if he was clearly a taken stallion. He would’ve easily kicked Jabari and his wife out, without a second thought. But he felt like he was drowning in water, unable to make a stand for himself and what he wanted without a shadow of the crippling doubt in his mind and heart…

Meanwhile, Dusty was in the kitchen ogling the flanks of Pinkie Pie and Sugar Belle as they were stirring their own bowls of batter and conversing while the young gray cock imagined filling their plump pussy lips with his own baby batter. Mrs. Cake was with her husband with a long sheet of paper, going over supplies they would need for the next batch of desserts, hence why Dusty was directing his focus to mares he hadn’t really contemplated on before. His normally niche tastes of MILFs and their promising ponuts was expanding in real time, with analyzing the fat rears of an Element of Harmony and a seemingly just as cute pink unicorn that he barely knew. While Pinkie Pie was single, Dusty was pretty sure he heard that Sugar Belle has a husband, though when had that ever stopped him? Pinkie was very bubbly, had a personality brighter than the sun, and strived to bring laughter and sweet harmony to every creature she met. She was very easily a catch. Sugar Belle was very much sweet in her own way, more calm in her approach and yet more thoughtful and attentive in the moment.

Though if Dusty was being completely transparent, he was noticing how while Pinkie Pie had a fat butt and big crotchteats, Sugar Belle somehow had a bigger butt and smaller crotchteats that were the color of grapes. The bigger ass won out in his mind, and he tore his gaze off Sugar Belle after a few longing moments to continue cleaning the counters around him. Mrs. Cake walked past Dusty, with the fattest ass of them all, as the griffon’s Pink Mare Fantasies were put on hold to admire the superior body of his MILF-y fuckbuddy. If he was somehow lucky to score with another MILF that was actually single in the future, or to simply keep having sex with Mrs. Cake for a long time, he would die a happy griff.

Mrs. Cake walked out of the kitchen with a deep sigh that drawed the attention of Raza, the young zebra stallion’s gaze snapping to look her right in the eyes instead of her cutie marks or blueberry teats as he normally would’ve done. He could see similar stress eating away at her scrunched up expression, though Raza figured it was because of the orders that kept flooding in. Mrs. Cake managed a strained smile as she gestured her head towards the kitchen.

“It may be a bit of an ask, dearie, but do you think you could get a bunch of supplies from the closet?” Mrs. Cake asked, giving Raza a long piece of paper before rubbing her hair and looking away from the zebra stallion. “I’d normally do it, but I’ve got a lot on my mind and would like to take a breather up here while there’s no customers coming in. Do you think you can manage that, honey?”

The last word from Mrs. Cake’s mouth gave a hot shiver throughout Raza’s body as he bit his lip and nodded, that feeling being something that he desperately craved after over a week of shitty grievances. With the paper being lightly held by his muzzle, Raza affectionately bumped Mrs. Cake’s shoulder with his own before heading off into the kitchen and into the back a good trot away. Stepping into the closet for the first time, Raza was impressed with how spacious it was, easily being able to walk in circles in the room. Inevitably, he thought back to Femi and how aggressive she had been the past several days and wondered if she’d continue to be a problem, or if she’d realize how pointless it’d be to pursue a stallion that clearly wasn’t into her like that. Especially since she had a whole marriage that was still ongoing, Raza thought to himself with an eyeroll before looking down at the paper with the list of supplies. He smiled, his heart fluttering as he looked at the familiar hoofwriting of Mrs. Cake and felt comforted where he was at, feeling certain that Femi couldn’t find him at Sugarcube Corner. Then, with a deeper blush as lecherous thoughts of Mrs. Cake’s sultry gaze and cupcake cutie marks bombarded his mind, the zebra stallion began getting hard. It was madness going over a week without getting it on when he was so used to having his cake and eating it too. He was starting to feel a hint of regret about having sex with Femi, knowing that the act was the cause of his situation getting progressively more uncomfortable. Though the privacy of being alone in the closet with all the supplies was certainly making him feel bett-

“Hey Raza!”

“Agh!” Raza shrieked as he turned and stumbled backwards into the boxes of supplies, staring at Pinkie’s poofy mane and bug-eyed expression, the young adult mare smiling widely as she waved at him. “What are you doing here? Mrs. Cake told me to get all the supplies from the closet…”

“Oh! Mr. Cake wasn’t sure if you’d know where everything was, so he sent me in here!” Pinkie beamed before glancing down at why Raza was blushing so heavily, her eyes growing as big as saucers as her smile faded and her gaze remained glued to the obvious. “Oh…”

“It's nothing really,” Raza attempted to brush off the fact that he was fully erect in front of one of his idols, a completely different dynamic from having sex with Mrs. Cake. He didn’t see himself as remotely close to being worthy of conversation with her, his tongue getting tied as he attempted to appease the strangely silent Pinkie Pie. “That sort of…thing…just kind of happens when a stallion’s mind gets bored of course…”

“Oh believe me, I know!” Pinkie grinned again, the spell of silence broken as her poofy pink tail bounced from side to side as she continued. “I totally get that young stallions have that issue from time to time, and you are very lucky to be having this ol’ conundrum in the presence of a pillar of friendship!”

“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean…” Raza laughed, rubbing his striped mane with one forehoof as he grasped at straws. “Are you going to dump a cold bucket of water on me or something?”

“No silly! That would be very mean and not nice,” Pinkie explained, and before Raza could point out those two were the same, the pink mare jumped forward till their muzzles were practically touching. “We don’t have too much time as you know, but I’m an expert at solving these sorts of issues and you’ve been such a lovely friend to talk to! I’d like to help you out, ol’ buddy!”

“You’d like to…what?” Raza’s jaw dropped, speechless and flabbergasted at what Pinkie was blatantly propositioning to the young zebra stud that Mrs. Cake had brought over as help. Sure, Pinkie couldn’t have had any idea what they really were to each other, but his mind was drawing blanks at how Pinkie could suggest something so debaucherous out of the blue. Then again, she was an Element of Harmony and could hit on whoever she wanted! Pinkie didn’t move away, only smirking as she continued.

“Don’t worry about overstepping any boundaries you think I have, silly~!” Pinkie giggled as she batted her eyelashes really fast. “I have lots of parties that end this way all the time, and it doesn’t have to mean anything more than helping a friend.”

Raza still wasn’t able to say anything beyond his rhetorical question of asking what Pinkie had said, his mind being sucker punched at the idea of clapping Pinkie’s fat cheeks and potentially getting a gateway to the rest of the Elements should the pink mare be more than satisfied with their spontaneous encounter. Such a long list of possibilities was an incredible thought to say the least, especially for a young zebra stallion that didn’t have much luck in the first place before meeting the remarkable Mrs. Cake. Mrs. Cake! Raza thought to himself with a heavy blush and a sharp flicker of his ears, not wanting to betray her after all they had been through. It was one thing to hook up with Femi to prove himself while Mrs. Cake willingly gave herself to his brother, very strange circumstances but one that didn’t fracture their trust at all. Might’ve messed up his current home life, but didn’t seem to affect his standing with Mrs. Cake. But to hook up with mares, especially ones that Mrs. Cake knew personally, felt like he was throwing away the budding romance Raza felt was developing quite beautifully. Though isn’t this exactly what Mrs. Cake wanted? If she was being sincere about everything being temporary and being relieved to have Raza find somepony else, wouldn’t she be all too happy to pawn Raza off to her younger and single employee if she was already interested?

Though why did the idea of losing Mrs. Cake hurt his heart a little?

“I can tell it's not easy voicing yourself,” Pinkie shrugged, her smile relaxing as she gently nudged Raza onto his butt as he leaned against the shelves. “It’s not everyday that a stallion gets propositioned by one of the Elements, especially since the others don’t get around half as much as I do. Aaaaaaand I could tell that you’ve been having a lot of stress build up, so just take a deep breath and let Pinkie take care of everything, okay?”

Raza gasped as he felt Pinkie move his legs aside to expose his fully hard length, the pink mare lunging forward and sucking on his balls as she salivated all over his dick proper to get him ready for her. With Pinkie having made the first move and Mrs. Cake’s statements about finding somepony else very clear to the young stud, Raza was completely certain that the chubby blue mare wouldn’t mind what he did. Relaxing into Pinkie’s speedy fast blowjob, amazed by the powerful sucking and swift swirling of her tongue that she provided, Raza got a front row seat to her fat pink cheeks jiggling as he stared at the hypnotic shake of her balloon cutie marks. The fact that Pinkie briefly opened her eyes, revealing that blue seductive gaze that kept pulling him in, caused Raza to throw his head back and properly moan. Raza couldn’t believe he was doing this, giving himself to somepony that wasn’t Mrs. Cake.

Though as Pinkie pulled back with a big smack of her lips and proceeded to straddle Raza, the zebra stallion was aware of the certain advantages that came with the mare. Pinkie Pie was certainly a paragon of stamina and energy, extraordinarily bubbly and youthful as she looked at Raza for a few more moments, looking to see if he would change his mind or make any requests of his own. Pinkie giggled, sitting down and plunging all eight inches of his thick length inside her walls at once before releasing a loud moan that made Raza’s blood turn to ice before the pink mare giggled and placed a forehoof on the zebra’s lips.

“Don’t stress, Razzie,” Pinkie insisted, and Raza blushed at the pet name that the mare had somehow given him before Mrs. Cake had even done so. The realization that also came with the acknowledgment that he was being ridden by one of the Elements set off confusion in his mind. Pinkie giggled as she ruffled Raza’s mane. “Some of my horned friends ensured this storage closet is soundproof, isn’t that nice of them?”

Raza didn’t have to wonder for long what that scenario looked like, imagining either a bunch of unicorn studs soundproofing the room during a wild party, or even Rarity or Twilight doing it for a friend. Either way, Raza felt his forehooves wandering to the balloons on Pinkie’s ass cheeks as she lifted her body up until only the tip of his cock was inside before slamming down on his dick and sending jolts of excitement throughout his body. The euphoria, speed, and complete unrestrained life within Pinkie was infectious and impossible to ignore as she bounced up and down faster than he could keep up. He could feel within seconds of hot and wet pleasure encapsulating his world, the sensation of reaching his peak, very quick as Pinkie said it would be, and yet not disappointing. Though Raza knew he wouldn’t be completely satisfied with one round, and hoped that Pinkie was perceptive enough to notice. Whining with delight, his heart racing despite the closet being soundproof, Raza hilted himself inside of Pinkie at the same time she slammed herself fully down. Pinkie brayed to the ceiling at the collision, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she shuddered from the orgasm that wracked her body at the same time she felt his hot ropes of zebra cum enter her depths.

Raza didn’t expect the rush from having made one of his idols cum, the genuine reaction that couldn’t be faked as he saw Pinkie Pie herself cum right before his eyes. He couldn’t know if this would be their only sexual encounter, and wished to be inside her longer than half a minute, so he gently moved Pinkie off his slickened cock as he moved out from underneath her. Before Pinkie could open her mouth to ask what he was going, Raza grinned as he mounted the chubby pink mare doggy style. Instead of taking the moment to press the tip of his cock against her pussy for suspense, he simply glided it in there and got a long moan of hunger from the pink mare. Her poofy pink tail was sporadically twitching from the side as she clapped her fat cheeks around his balls, his cock inside her as he savored the feeling for a few seconds before getting to work. Pulling most of his length out, Raza grunted as he looked deep into Pinkie’s glazed over gaze and panting mouth. He wouldn’t mind sneaking off at one of her parties sometime, when Mrs. Cake was busy with her husband or Dusty, allowing himself to be selfish and enjoy plapping Pinkie’s pussy while everyone had their own fun. Why should he hold out? He already had sex with the psychotic Femi and now the bubbly Pinkie, so what did it matter anymore?

“Oh fuck me, Raza!” Pinkie wailed like a pornstar, her limbs shaking with adrenaline as she met his strong thrusts with her even more powerful ones, nearly knocking the lithe zebra over entirely. Raza barely braced himself in time for the unexpected power of Pinkie Pie moving back to meet his thrusts, almost falling against the closet door and potentially blowing their cover. Recognizing how he should’ve noticed that Pinkie would be that eager to the point of not thinking of how hard her movements would be, Raza took a deep breath and pushed his hindhooves as firmly against the floor as he possibly could before bucking into her with earnestness. His balls kept viciously hitting her clit, causing Pinkie to keep wailing with profound need. The smell of syrupy sweet sex and the loud PLAP PLAP PLAP of their fucking echoed throughout the confines of the closet, Pinkie’s whole body contorting with profound pleasure before each orgasm. After another period of unclear time, Pinkie clapped her cheeks around his pistoning dick even harder before screeching as loud as possible.

“BREED ME, YOU STUD!” Pinkie demanded, causing Raza’s already intense arousal to reach another peak as he hilted his thick cock inside of her and groaned with delight as he emptied his balls inside of her with a shaky sigh. After two orgasms in quick succession, Raza knew that he was going to need a few minutes to recover as he removed his length from the moaning Pinkie Pie and brought his muzzle to the syrupy sweet cum that was clinging to her cutie marks and the back of her hindlegs. Lapping up and tasting how sugary it was, arguably more than Mrs. Cake’s fluids, Raza felt his length steadily getting hard again as he eyes rolled to the back of his head from the taste and the sound of Pinkie’s approving coos. Eventually, he reached Pinkie’s twice creampied pussy with his tongue and got deep moans from the pink mare. Raza normally wouldn’t touch his own cum, but the both of them were too turned on to care as he went to town. After a few minutes of his tongue writhing inside her pussy depths, getting Pinkie to yell nearly as loud as she did when she was straight up getting dicked down, Raza pulled back and licked his lips clean to enjoy the taste of the pink mare’s juices before getting to work one last time.

Watching as Pinkie instinctively flipped onto her back, spreading her hindlegs out as best as she could before Raza stepped over her and slipped his length inside her one last time as they were in the missionary position this time. Her pussy more than wet from Raza’s royal treatment inside it and around it, and the zebra stallion hard from her sounds and the sheer excitement of doing something so dirty in a supply closet to blow off steam, Pinkie panted with her tongue rolled out of her mouth as she enjoyed how much the zebra stallion desired her. The pink mare couldn’t possibly know his sexual history, though Pinkie Pie took special delight in the erotic assumption that she was one of Raza’s best lays. And not just because she was an Element of Harmony, of idol status, but because Pinkie never relented in the earnest sounds of carnal hunger and high-pitched delight that paired up with her nonstop energy beautifully. Raza grunted as he smacked his balls against her ponut this time, amazed that out of all the rounds he had with the pink mare, he hadn’t even claimed her backdoor yet! They would surely save that for another time, and Raza genuinely entertained asking out the pink mare if Mrs. Cake kept pushing him away. It was only fair to the zebra stallion and the married mare at that point, and Raza felt less bad about the situation as he was aware of how many stallions would’ve killed to be in the exact spot he was in.

“Give it to me, Raza, I know you’ve been looking at this fat ass of mine since we met~!” Pinkie narrowed her eyes at Raza, her firm gaze yanking him in despite that not being the case. The pink mare was attractive as all get out, sure, but Raza’s heart was too busy swooning over his chubby blue love to even consider Pinkie Pie as an option of any sort up until that point. Now though? The bewitching way that she pulled him in with her infectious personality and her even more dominating sexual appeal was something he wasn’t going to forget in a long time. Those words along with her pulling gaze sent him fucking like his life depended on it, shutting his eyes and having his striped hips disappear in a blur as he fucked her hard.

“YES, YES, KNOCK ME UP WITH FOALS!” Pinkie bellowed, though Raza figured she was with protection as she had fucked at many parties before. That didn’t stop him from being bombarded with the images of Pinkie Pie having a swollen belly and bigger crotchteats, and then having that image snap him to those glorious pink teats before him. They swayed up and down with each thrust even though he slowed down enough to look at them, and while Mrs. Cake had a far bigger ass, Pinkie’s crotchteats were just the tiniest bit bigger. Playing with her dark pink crotchteats gently with one forehoof, it was still enough to get Pinkie’s pussy walls to clench around Raza’s fat zebra dick as she came all over him again. Raza gave a sharp snort of deep satisfaction as he gave several more thrusts, his balls hitting her dark pink ponut a few more times before he hilted himself inside of her and grunted. Unloading enough cum to overflow Pinkie’s absolutely stuffed pussy, drops of his third load came out from her pussy as her stomach was pudgy from the amount of cum he released due to how much he was holding inside of himself.

“Fuck, I really needed that,” Raza mumbled, before resting his chest on her own as they kept the position of himself inside of her for several more moments. Even within the hot and deliciously sweet confines of the Pinkie Pie, Raza was left with the post-nut clarity of what he had done. A twinge of guilt rushed through his body as he thought to Mrs. Cake, her unique chubby body and matronly personality that he could never tire of. He loved her more than anything, and knew deep down that he always planned on telling her what transpired between him and her employee. He could only hope that she’d understand-

Right as he was about to move away and help clean up in the closet, his mind shifting to getting all the supplies in a hurry as to not worry Mrs. Cake further, Pinkie licked her lips with a sultry gaze before bringing a forehoof to the back of Raza’s head. Pushing him in, showing just how much she enjoyed their surprise sex in the supply closet, Pinkie’s tongue slid into Raza’s mouth instantly as the zebra stallion ran along with it. Their tongues danced for a few fiery moments before the mood-breaking click of the supply closet door tore them both from their makeout session.

“Hey, are you okay in…oh wow,” Mr. Cake’s eyes nearly bulged outside of his head as he heavily blushed from walking in on the two. Raza glanced over his shoulder, the brief moment of desperate hope dashed as he saw that Mrs. Cake was alongside her husband with her pupils shrunk to pinpricks and her jaw dropped. She was staring at the scene as if she had stumbled upon a dead body, before she narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth, getting beet red. Cold shock hit Raza right in the heart as his ears flattened and he looked at Mrs. Cake’s expression with his mouth quivering with no clue what to say.

“Sorry about that, guys~” Pinkie giggled, though her confusion as to why her boss was glaring at Raza so much was beyond her. “It won’t happen again, not on the clock anyways…”

Mrs. Cake turned around, the stomping on the floor audible as her tail sharply flicked as she slammed the kitchen door open and left. At the same time, the lobby was empty with the exception of Sugar Belle laid out on the same very table she was railed by her husband on. She was resting on her stomach, shuddering with a sigh from the very lovely massage she had received from Dusty. Though she didn’t get up to anything debaucherous on that table like last time, it was nonetheless relaxing as she rolled off the table and landed on all four hooves with the help of her new griffon friend as they walked out of the lobby.

“Thanks for the massage, Dusty!” Sugar grinned as she looked at the griffon over her shoulder. “Ever since I’ve been helping on my husband’s…or should I say, our farm, I’ve been soooo stiff~”

Dusty smiled back and opened his beak to respond when he saw Mrs. Cake stomping past the both of them and out the front door. Frowning as he had never seen Mrs. Cake that livid before, Dusty looked back to Sugar Belle.

“What exactly did we miss???”