Additional Characters: Spoiled Rich, Twilight Velvet, Cookie Crumbles, Posey Shy (Supporting Characters, not Clop Characters yet)
Contains ladies' night out at the nightclub, talk of species stereotypes, romantic connection, young adult stud on older MILF, Mrs. Cake finally getting fucked, making out, blowjobs, doggy style, inexperienced zebradom, surprise sex, exhibitionism, caving into desires, creampie, breeding fantasy, and an abrupt ending!

Mrs. Cake sat in the nightclub on one of the barstools, waiting for her drink, in the cool blue light that made up most of the atmosphere, only interrupted by the occasional flashing of bright neon colors when a particularly popular song came on. After talking herself into such a feat for a once prude mare at her age, the chubby blue MILF ended up wearing the black thigh high socks and collar that she bought as one of her outfits some time ago at Phoenix’s shop. Tight enough to feel it around her neck, but loose enough for her to move her head around comfortably, it was a choker collar with a heart connecting it in the middle. Something that she wouldn't have imagined doing by herself, even despite the totally professional services she had received and given, Mrs. Cake’s decision to go to said nightclub was inspired by a group of like-minded mares who were very similar to her…

Several days ago, Mrs. Cake hung out at a lovely café that was run by a bunch of hippogriffs with relaxing cool brown walls and many eagerly chatting groups that set the atmosphere that the chubby MILF wasn’t used to. With running a business only to either take care of her family or hilt toys in her free time, save for the massages she had received and given, the café was a nice change of pace for the mare to relax. Surrounding her were several different moms of Ponyville plus an honorary member from Canterlot. There was Twilight Velvet, Posey Shy, Spoiled Rich, and Cookie Crumbles all at different spots at the big circular table. While the married mothers all had fat asses, none of their butts were quite as big as Mrs. Cake’s big blue cake. They had been talking about how it has been raising their foals, any discourse or lack of it in their marriages, and Mrs. Cake took the time to analyze each of her friends’ faces as they spoke of their husbands. Posey Shy, very much like her daughter, seemed to be the only one completely unsuspicious as she cooed over her husband’s newest additions to his cloud collection. Meanwhile, Twilight Velvet and Cookie Crumbles sweated and changed the subject when the conversation shifted further into bedroom affairs. However, Spoiled Rich was the one to surprise Mrs. Cake when she scoffed and rolled her eyes before speaking up.

“Well, Filthy is out on another one of his business trips and just adding more days to the long period of time he hasn’t stuffed his cock into my cunt,” Spoiled scoffed, earning jaw drops from all of her friends around at the table before she shook her head. “What? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m quite bored of waiting for him. I like to think that I’m too attractive of a mare to just not be getting dick. Why, it's practically a crime!”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes shot wide open, noticing that her friend’s statement was practically dripping with its messy implications. Was Spoiled Rich really taking such emptiness in her own marriage into her own hooves? Would her husband find out and forgive her? Before she could think too much about the level of sympathy she surprisingly felt for the stuck-up mother, Spoiled Rich smiled for the first time since she walked into the cafe.

“Please forgive me, I normally save such a level of complaining for the school board meetings,” Spoiled chuckled. “Perhaps you ladies are right, I really do need to unwind. I thought my nightclub days were over the day I married that dumb stallion, but perhaps we should go? All five of us? Last time I checked, it's not against marriage or motherhood to have a few drinks and dance.”

“The nightclub?” Posey’s eyes widened as if Spoiled had suggested they go to a meat factory in Griffonstone, blushing through her pale yellow fur.

“I’ve been to the club twice during my college days,” Twilight Velvet remarked, before turning to look at Cookie Crumbles next to her. “Have you ever been to one?”

“A few times usually with friends,” Cookie responded with a gentle smile. “It’s super fun to be at the club with mares you know. Don’t have to worry about creeps if I’ve got my friends with me.”

“That is true…” Posey’s shoulders relaxed at the observation, before glancing at Mrs. Cake. “What about you, Cup? You’ve been awfully quiet for a change, have you been to a club before?”

“Not really?” Mrs. Cake squeaked, blushing through her blue fur as she watched Twilight Velvet, Cookie, and Spoiled’s eyes all light up with interest as they grinned at her. “What?”

“Oh my Celestia, we’ve got to go then!” Twilight Velvet insisted, placing a hoof on Posey’s shoulder as she continued. “We know that the nightclub scene isn’t really Posey’s style, but I think you’d love it, Cup Cake. You’d go to the club with us too, right Posey?”

“Well, Cookie made a good point about us being together as a group,” Posey nodded, even her eyes bright as her ears flickered with confidence in her decision. “Yes, that sounds quite lovely.”

“Well that decides it, doesn’t it?” Spoiled smirked at the rest of her friends before glancing at Mrs. Cake. “Well, Cup Cake? Don’t tell me you’re going to be too busy with your bakery. That place will wear you down to pieces if you don’t allow yourself to get out more. You’re a mare with feelings, not a money-making machine. C’mon, you should absolutely come with us.”

Part of Spoiled Rich’s statement hit too close to home, and Mrs. Cake winced as she imagined the alternative. Working a bakery, while it sparked her cutie mark-given passion most of the time, would kill her if she just kept at the grind with a lackluster husband and missing out on fun with her friends. There was a profound longing in her heart that was tugged with the excitement in her friends’ eyes, along with Spoiled’s unexpectedly soft words. Even though the normally snippy mare was the hardest one to be friends with, Spoiled Rich really could be thoughtful when she really wanted to. Mrs. Cake smiled wider as she noticed all four of her friends waiting for her response with bated breath.

“Suppose it couldn’t hurt to try it out and let loose a bit,” Mrs. Cake caved, and all her friends save for Posey Shy loudly cheered and hoof-bumped in anticipation for their upcoming ladies’ night. Posey Shy simply grinned wider at Mrs. Cake and mouthed the words ‘thank you.’ If nothing else, Mrs. Cake would feel good from making sure the shy mother wasn’t alone in her first-time experience.

And, as she kept blushing to the obliviousness of her friends, Mrs. Cake contemplated if the nightclub they ended up picking also had gloryholes or something else to indulge her “crazy” side while still remaining true to her husband…

“Here you go, ma’am,” the bartender placed a vividly bright pink cocktail drink with a sugary rim in front of the chubby blue mare, who promptly thanked the employee even though he was serving somepony else before she had the chance to open her mouth. Taking the drink in one forehoof as she got up and began walking towards the other side of the nightclub where her friends’ table was at, she saw somepony different out of the corner of her eye. Namely, one of the striped variety. The zebra stallion was smaller than the zebra studs that Mrs. Cake had imagined, sitting alone at a big booth table, clearly appearing barely old enough to drink alcohol as his wide blue eyes stared quietly at his own partially consumed drink. His muzzle twitching as if he was contemplating whether or not anypony would see him burst into tears, Mrs. Cake felt her heart hurting for him. The last place the young stud should feel sad is a club with dancing and music, so Mrs. Cake trotted towards him with her drink still in her hoof. Placing her drink on the zebra’s table and sitting on the long booth seat a small distance away from him, Mrs. Cake tilted her head.

“Is everything okay? You seem pretty upset,” Mrs. Cake broke through any illusion of small talk, and the young zebra stallion took his eyes off his drink, gasping both at the realization that somepony had come up to talk to him, and who was talking to him. Her beautiful blue fur, contrasting with the sweet crimson colors of her mane and tail, already had his heart fluttering. But what his loins paid attention to, as he briefly glanced down quick enough for her to not really notice, was the absurdly fat ass that she had. The cupcake cutie marks on her flanks made her look strikingly adorable to the zebra on top of looking smoking hot, and the sight that the zebra stud didn’t know he needed was causing his head to spin with increasing interest in talking to the considerable mare. Normally not one for opening up about such topics, her bright pink eyes compelled him to answer her. Taking a deep breath, the zebra stud opened his mouth.

“I’ve been having mare troubles,” the zebra admitted. “There have been so many bulky and strong zebra studs that breed mares into incoherent messes, that it has become the expectation for ponies all around Equestria. Not only am I not muscular, but I am relatively inexperienced. Being rough and degrading, striping mares and making them submissive to me 24/7…just isn’t natural for me. I want a mare to treat as my equal, because she is beautiful and deserves as much. But it's just not what mares usually want when they seek me out.”

Mrs. Cake blushed at her own guilty internal admission of imagining all zebras as powerful breeding machines, and opted not to mention that as she placed a hoof on the zebra stud’s shoulder. Right when she was about to speak, the zebra winced and shook his head.

“Oh Zebrica, where are my manners?” The zebra properly turned to her, his ears flickering as he smiled at the chubby mare with a unique smile that shone brighter than any expression Mrs. Cake had seen on a stallion looking at her. She was completely taken by the way he saw her with his bright blue eyes and forehoof stretched out as he grinned with his pearly white teeth with the flashing neon lights dancing around them. “My name is Raza, by the way. What is your name?”

“Cup Cake,” Mrs. Cake grinned as she took her hoof off Raza’s shoulder to properly shake his hoof briefly before properly responding and inching a little closer to him. “Well, I can definitely see why that would be frustrating to you. I’m sure you have a lovely personality that is being overlooked. Why, you already come off as quite charming to me.”

The subtle movement closer to him that most wouldn’t have noticed, paired with the unexpected complement, got Raza’s heart racing from the jump. Already just from speaking to him, she understood the roots of his plight with mares, and perhaps even saw him as more than just a zebra. Taking a bit of a chance, to subtly hit on her on top of getting to know her a little better, Raza took a deep breath to steady his nerves and respond.

“I really appreciate that you already think that,” Raza chuckled. “Say, hopefully you don’t mind where my eyes were, but I couldn’t help but notice that you have perfectly pink cupcakes on your body. Do you run a candy shop or something?”

“Oh, I come from Ponyville and it's a bakery called Sugarcube Corner!” Mrs. Cake beamed as she imagined the building that was her passion and livelihood as she flicked her crimson tail back and forth in her side of the seat, inadvertently swatting Raza’s thighs a couple of times. Raza grinned, inching a little bit closer as he leaned in a little and watched the lovely mare in her glorious chubbiness and delectable curves as she took a swig of her drink and continued. “Me and my husband run the place whenever we’re not taking care of our foals!”

Raza felt a gut punch at the sudden realization dawning upon him, of course she was married. All the sweet mares were from his past interactions, so the young zebra stud didn’t understand how he couldn’t have known better. Not daring to move closer to her another time, Raza’s smile faltered a little as he tried to listen to her. Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake paused as she noticed his expression change. Was the young stud interested in her? Surely it was just a neon light passing by his face, and his smile only faltered in her head. Opting not to say anything, Mrs. Cake giggled as she glanced at the area in which she and her friends came.

“That’s why me and the other ladies came here tonight, to get away from our husbands,” Mrs. Cake continued laughing before pressing a forehoof to her mouth briefly. “Oh dear! That sounds kinda rude when I say it like that. They’re all, for the most part, stand-up stallions. It’s just the repetition of working ourselves to the ground with jobs and families would drive us nuts without nights like this every once in a while.”

Raza felt a longing in his heart to correct her, to tell her that such a resignation to a lacking home life isn’t normal and that she could actually have a stallion who gave her a life that she adored on a regular basis, a stallion that didn’t make her feel like she had to go off to the club to get away from him. But Mrs. Cake barely skipped a beat before finishing what she had to say.

“But I mean, look at me,” Mrs. Cake chuckled, lifting her sock-covered forelegs and showing off her outfit. “I’m really just an older mare trying to look young and hip at the end of the day, and sometimes it works and I…feel better.”

“You cannot possibly be serious with that point,” Raza’s eyes widened as his reservations broke from the absurdly untrue statement, even he felt hurt just from hearing such a mare believe something like that about herself. Pressing a hoof to his chest, Raza continued. “Not only are you not rude like you said you were, but you are the nicest mare I’ve had to meet here in Equestria. You actually cared about me without wanting anything in return, and you are way too sweet and beautiful to be okay with the repetition of a life that would ‘drive you nuts’ instead of lift you up. I wouldn’t even have known you were an older mother if you hadn’t said anything, you’re so much more sexy than-mmph!”

Mrs. Cake’s composure shattered as she lunged forward and closed the very small distance between the two as she firmly pressed her lips against Raza’s lips. With each moment that the zebra stud had sung praises of her, her heart was racing and she had somehow felt more uplifted in those short few minutes by his words than the entire span of her own marriage. And then when he had pointed out how striking her appearance was to him, that was the final straw for her. The hint of tipsiness in her system from the healthy swig she took didn’t help, and she just felt a bubbly want for the generosity he had to offer. And with Raza kissing back with eagerness, a fountain of formerly repressed want and pained rejections, neither were in any type of mood to hold back. Slipping her tongue into his mouth first, Mrs. Cake happily hummed as she felt him quick to return the gesture with his own tongue. What the zebra stud self-admittedly lacked in brute strength, he more than made up for in his inexperienced and pent up eagerness to show the older mare how much he desired her. That fact spurred Mrs. Cake more than anything else, even causing her to be a little forward as she placed her forehooves on his shoulders to take control of the kiss before the zebra stud whimpered a little into the lip-lock. Separating from the makeout session to both breathe and figure out what was wrong, Raza blushed through his white fur and black stripes as he glanced down underneath the table.

“I swear that’s not something it normally does,” Raza chuckled as he averted his gaze from Mrs. Cake. The chubby blue mare had no idea what in Equestria he was talking about until one of the flashing lights landed on his dark and erect length that she wouldn’t have noticed otherwise. The same color as his stripes, Raza’s erect and above average dick would’ve camouflaged underneath the table if it weren’t for the stray light that brought the issue…to light, so to speak. Seeing it briefly bob with a hint of precum glistening from the tip before the light moved off his hard dick, Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as if she was in a candy shop. She had initially started the interaction to lift the zebra stud’s spirits, try to show her immense appreciation through her brief amount of affection, and now he was far more worked up than before she had even talked to him. Seeing him in such a pent up state spurred her on to act, and she told herself it had absolutely nothing to do with the growing dampness in her seat as she anticipated smelling the musk of a stallion once more.

Stretching out on the booth seat so that her fat hindquarters were facing the direction of the bar across from them, Mrs. Cake lowered her head underneath the table and brought her muzzle to Raza’s hard cock as she heard a small gasp from the zebra stud. She didn’t blame him, just as surprised with herself. She couldn’t fathom doing something like this, even if her intent was to make the young zebra feel like a proper stallion, but any sort of worry went out the door as she whiffed his musk. Having never smelled the authentic scent of a zebra stallion before, Mrs. Cake couldn’t help but moan at the bouquet of tangy yet slightly earthy musk. The vivid and fresh memory of practicing her technique at the gloryhole room unfolded in the horny mare’s mind, causing Mrs. Cake to bring her muzzle to the base of the zebra’s cock as she opened her mouth and popped one of his balls inside. Closing her eyes and embracing the savory experience, she was further encouraged by the gentle feeling of Raza’s forehoof on her crimson mane. He had her right where he wanted her, even if he was relatively innocent and kind, and such got Mrs. Cake further aroused as she raised her hindlegs up so that she could move her foreleg underneath her own body and bring her hoof to her own clit. His musk was a scent that she had never had the pleasure of smelling on a dick, and his words repeated in her head like a mantra as she progressively felt more validated and wanted by the younger stud. Moaning needily around the zebra’s balls, Mrs. Cake no longer was interested in savoring the moment and more into indulging on what she had denied herself for too long. Lifting her mouth off Raza’s balls and plunging her snout down on the zebra’s entire dick, she engulfed his length in her warm and wet mouth as she smacked her muzzle against his balls from hilting him.

“Ohhh fuck,” Raza gasped a little louder than his previous gasp, unable to stop himself from the small buck of his hips he gave from the initial surprise. He couldn’t have known that the chubby MILF wasn’t pornstar tier when it came to blowjobs, with his little amount of experience, but as far as he was concerned, just the feeling alone of Mrs. Cake bobbing her mouth up and down on him made her the blowjob queen. The sight of Mrs. Cake’s lust-filled heart eyes glancing up at him, while she only had the tip of his dick in her mouth, before her eyes rolled to the back of her head from slamming herself back down on his dick, confirmed to Raza that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Hearing the faint glk glk glk of her sucking him off, while hearing the sticky sound of her using her forehoof to rub herself from the debased act, did him in entirely.

“I’m gonna…” Raza hissed through gritted teeth as he gave several more sharper bucks of his hips as he was at the mercy of a far more experienced mare, hilting himself in her mouth as he released shot after shot of his pent up load deep inside her throat and into her awaiting stomach. Mrs. Cake, while not yet at her orgasm, still eagerly swallowed everything he had to offer until she didn’t feel any more cum enter her throat. Slipping his softening cock out of her mouth with a satisfied sigh despite her still pent up loins, Mrs. Cake stopped hoofing herself off entirely as she gathered her bearings. Panting with a string of cum still on her lips, Mrs. Cake slowly felt the arousal overshadowed by a cold feeling of horror in her chest.

Oh sweet Celestia, I just blew a stallion in public. I just blew a stallion in the same building my friends are in. They definitely must be watching me! Ready to tell my employees and worse yet, my husband! I’m almost too scared to check, but I need to!

Standing up on the seat on all fours and looking frantically over her shoulder, she only saw a few strangers who were clearly watching in their stools, quickly looking away from the scene with deep blushes on their faces. Only a couple of the spectators blatantly smirked at her and didn’t look away as they pleasured themselves. And the vast majority of everypony else she saw at the bar were either involved in their own conversations or looking in the direction of the area her friends were sitting at, clearly invested in whatever commotion was going on over there. Vaguely interested in what was going on as she had her forelegs on the table and her pussy and ponut slightly pointed in the direction of the zebra she had just blown, she was unaware of what it was doing to Raza.

Seeing her drooling cunt and the heavy blush on her face, watching her ass gently sway back and forth, the invitation was obvious to Raza and his steadily hardening dick. He may not have been the dominant stud pony mares would expect, but he definitely had the energy to rut her. Scrambling up to his hooves and climbing onto her back, Raza properly mounted her and waited for a few moments to gauge if she was genuinely opposed to what he was about to do. Gasping at the feeling of Raza climbing atop of her in the public scene of their table, Mrs. Cake felt her heart pounding heavily in her chest.

It’s not like he’s holding you down! If you don’t want him to fuck you, you’re a strong earth pony! You can easily kick him off if-

Then, with a rush of pleasure coursing through her, Mrs. Cake felt the young zebra stud’s dick hilt her with one sudden motion that surprised her in all the right ways. Any sort of hesitation that naturally came with her standing as a married mare with friends present began melting away as Raza began to pull out most of his cock only to slam it back inside her. She felt his heavy balls, already pent up for a second orgasm, slap against her aroused clit as she glanced at her surroundings again. Several of the creatures that were watching bashfully began to glance curiously at one another, clearly inspired by the sight of two presumed strangers getting it on. Watching as some of them began to service each other, with even one mare who laid out on the bar to get fucked by a stud that was sitting right next to her, Mrs. Cake was less fearful and more comforted by the sight. Mrs. Cake was affirmed, now certain that what she was willingly engaged in was normal to want and she wasn’t being an evil deviant…she was a mare with needs.

Getting lost in the sensation as her eyes rolled to the back of her head once more, her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she slammed her ridiculously fat MILF cheeks back into Raza’s thrusts. Hearing a small grunt coming from the young zebra as he felt the impact of her ass colliding into him, Mrs. Cake then felt Raza’s forehooves grip on her shoulders tighter as he began bucking into her like a virgin stallion. Guessing that from what he said, he had at least one tryst with a mare, so he wasn’t without experience. But he was definitely new enough to it all for their night of passion to forever stick in his mind no matter what he did with his life after. And with a long dry spell from any sexual activity with another being save for her husband’s lackluster attempt at bringing sex back into their lives, Mrs. Cake couldn’t care less about how much experience he did or didn’t have as she moaned freely in the nightclub, rivaling the loud music that played throughout their moment of passion. There was one part of their sex that was louder than both the moaning and the music, and that was the powerful slapping of their bodies as they caved into their animalistic instincts. With the steadily louder PLAP PLAP PLAP that inspired others in the club to do the same, Raza’s decently built legs slammed into Mrs. Cake’s fat rear as he hilted her pussy as best he could with each thrust. His balls swinging up and hitting Mrs. Cake right on the clit, and bringing her closer to her orgasm from both simulations. With perfect timing, Raza was grunting more and more, while Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs were trembling on the booth seat from her incoming orgasm.

“Ahn, ah, ah! YES, BREED ME YOU STUD!” Mrs. Cake howled at the top of her lungs, no longer caring if any of her friends heard at that very moment. Even if it was only for a few seconds, the chubby blue baker was completely fed up with living a lie. She deserved to feel sexy and wanted, and the thrill of both Raza getting close and having multiple spectators witness how desired she was did her in. Just as she was moments from cumming, Raza let out a long moan as he hilted himself inside her before bringing his teeth to her neck fur and sinking into it, biting her neck firmly but not painfully as he unloaded his hot seed directly inside her as she begged for. Feeling the forbidden sensation of a zebra stud that wasn’t her husband directly creampie into her with little regard for the consequences, Mrs. Cake let out a loud feminine moan as she came all over the young stud. Marecum squirted all over the stud’s dark length as her pussy clenched down on his stiff dick. Allowing him to finish unloading himself inside of her, Mrs. Cake was basking in the glorious post-orgasm haze that was only magnified by how long she had spent without the proper touch of a stallion lover. Glancing over at Raza over her shoulder as her eyes were slightly unfocused and she was happily panting, she saw that Raza was panting a little as well. Her ears flickering, she leaned back and pressed her lips against Raza’s lips as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth again. Her heart set ablaze just like her loins, she felt the youth of her spirit freely embracing the moment, feeling like a bird freed from her cage as she stopped in her painful delusions-

“FUCK YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!” a voice screamed, and with a jarring realization, Mrs. Cake pulled out of the kiss as she recognized Spoiled Rich’s powerful voice in all of its fiery anger. Jumping off the table with Raza’s dick slipping out of her creampied pussy, Mrs. Cake covered her filled hole with her crimson tail as she rushed back towards the entrance to see her friends all glaring at who Mrs. Cake assumed was the owner standing with two security stallions.

“Sorry ma’am, but some of you were causing a disruption,” the owner shook his head, pointing a hoof at Twilight Velvet. “Stealing drinks from other creatures’ tables? Sorry, but we’re a business, not a charity.”

Twilight Velvet was drinking from other tables?

Then, Mrs. Cake saw the owner’s firm eyes shift to the blue mare as he recognized her as part of the group without saying anything.

“I didn’t…I just thought…that they had left and didn’t finish their drinks,” Velvet halfheartedly whined, pawing the ground with one forehoof, to which Spoiled Rich placed a hoof on the gray mare’s shoulder before glaring at the owner and security.

“You all are going to have to leave,” the owner asserted as he gestured his head towards the security guards.

“No need, we’ll see ourselves out,” Spoiled huffed. “C’mon ladies.”

Mrs. Cake didn’t need to be asked twice, happily galloping after her friends out of the building and into the cool night air of the outside, realizing that the prolonged commotion that Twilight Velvet had caused saved her tail. She’d have to find a way to thank her friend without tipping off to Velvet why Mrs. Cake was grateful to her in the future. Ignoring the growing discomfort building in her chest from what she had just done, the chubby blue mare’s priority was getting out of the nightclub and never coming back.

Watching the whole scene from a safe distance away, Raza stared wide-eyed at the group including the wonderful Cup Cake being kicked out. He unfortunately didn’t know the others well enough to keep them from getting booted, and mentally scolded himself for not trying to intervene in order to at least keep the lovely blue mare from getting thrown out with them. Now, he didn’t even know if or how he would ever see her again.

Unless, Raza thought with a skip of his heartbeat and a growing smile as he remembered a key detail.

Sugarcube Corner, she mentioned?