Cake

>you stumble back from the bar to your house
>it was only, what three blocks
>ah, you'll be fine
>it takes forever, but finally, you drunkenly push open the door to your house and slump inside
>you trip over the entrance way and fall on your face
>as you look up, something is sitting in front of you
>she has a look on her face somewhere between worry and a cringe
>"A-anon? Are you ok?"
"Yes... Twi, I'm fine."
>pushing yourself off the floor, you stagger to your bed
>already, you've got the beginning of a headache
>not even bothering to pull up the covers, you close your eyes
>nose boop
>"A-anon? I was here to give you the deal we talked about... A-are you sure you want to do it now? You seem pretty hammered, I think I'll come back another day."
>oh shit, Twilight made a deal with you a couple months ago
>she gave you the option to either be a pony, or fuck a pony as yourself
>you're pretty attractive, but, free vag and be a pone?
>fuck yeah
>the downside, is that you didn't get to choose who you were going to be
>but you could take the risk
>pretty much anything but a filly fondler
>Twilight backs out of the door
"Twi... No, I'll do it."
>"You sure Anon? I mean..."
"Just do it you fucking horse."
>"F-fine. Just lie down, and don't move. Got it?"
"Alright."
>fuck your head hurts
>your body starts to warm up, and a purple glow engulfs your body
>your head starts throbbing
>"A-anon, I really don—"
"JUST DO IT"
>the pain keeps growing, and eventually your vision fades

>you're facedown on a glass pane
>below you see all sorts of delectable treats
>your face pulls off the glass with a little sucking noise
>sugar cube corner
>surprisingly, it's empty
>a sign hanging on the door reads open
>you walk over, and flip it around, reading closed on the other side
>looking down, you see aqua hooves
>oh shit, it worked
>you supress a little giggle then panic a bit
>pinkie doesn't have blue hooves
>a cake sitting on the counter jogs your memory
>Mrs. Cake

>oh man
>moving away from the door, you take a closer look at the counter
>all sorts of pastries litter the shelves
>anything from croissants to rhubarb tarts
>the rhubarb looks a little lonely, most likely untouched all week
>you walk into the kitchen
>surprisingly, it's spotless
>you half expected a mess from pinkie's daily escapades
>maybe her nightly ones too
>a bit of cake batter lies untouched, maybe in preperation for the next day
>some bread dough lies next to the oven, as well as a discarded icing bag, left next to a wedding cake
>a little jingle of a bell signals someone's entered the shop
>The Anon you'd be fucking would be here soon, and you didn't want any customers
"Sorry, we're close—"
>it's him
"Ooh, Anon! I was just expecting you! Take a seat, please."
>you lead him over to a seat where he sits down
>what were you expecting, him to magically appear
>idiot
>you grab his tie and lean close to his face
>in the most sultry voice Mrs. Cake can muster, you whisper into his ear
"Now what do you want me to bake for you."
>you punctuate it by licking your lips a little
>his face flushes a little
>"I was thinking... How about a plain old cake. It's your namesake isn't it."
"Traditional... I like it. Don't move a muscle."
>you walk back into the kitchen
>you grab the pre-made batter and ladle it into a cake mold before shoving it into the oven
>before you walk back out, you grab the icing bag
"Oh Anon? I have a little extra icing here. Would you mind giving it a lick or two?"
>you can see a small bulge in his pants now as you walk over to him
>standing by him, you dab a small amount of the icing onto your hoof
>you lift your hoof to his mouth and he gives it a curious lick
"How is it?"
>"Very sweet. Would you like some?"
"I guess a little more will leave enough for the cake..."
>you pull one of his hands next to you and dollop some onto his index finger

>you take his finger into your mouth, licking the frosting off the tip
>after that, you caress it, licking every nook and cranny
>you release his hand, letting a single delicious strand of spit connect your mouth and his finger
>again, you look him in the eyes and state, licking your lips
"I can't wait to taste a little more of you later anon... Maybe even a little of your homemade frosting... Hm?"
>his mouth is hanging slightly open, and the small bulge you saw before has signifigantly grown
"That's what I thought."
>you giggle to yourself
>as you walk back to the kitchen, you flash him a little plot
>as you return to the kitchen, you think of your next tease
>you put the icing bag down and survey the room for anything... interesting
>realizing you should check the cake, you peer into the oven for a quick second
>seems about half done
>the Cakes must have a really expensive oven for it to cook this hot
>you grab a rolling pin, as well as a bit of dough and return to the table
"I was thinking of making some pie crust, and what better time to do it than now?"
>you say, placing a little flour onto the table before plopping the dough down
>you stand up, balancing on your haunches
>the table is just short enough to give him a fleeting shot of your holy land when you straighten up
>perfect
>you begin rolling out the dough, making little moans whenever you push down to flatten a crest
>a single bead of sweat leaks down his face
>you start rolling slightly faster, increasing both the frequency and intensity of your moans
>he wipes his forehead, staring down at what you're rolling
>faster you roll, pushing and moaning louder and louder
>you push a little too hard, tearing a hole in the corner of the now nearly flattened dough
>you stop and fold a bit of the dough over it
>next, you pick up the pin and lick it
"Did you know Anon, that spit actually allows dough to bond? It's an easy way to fix any mishap you have with it, quite handy."

>you push down on the dough once more
>you start standing on the hooftips of your haunches, letting just a little of your pussy wipe on the dough, leaving a little discolored area
>the sweat running down anon's forehead could quench an african family for a year
>suddenly, you stop rolling, and pick up the dough
"Well Anon? What do you think? Good enough for tomorrow?"
>you make sure to clearly display the part where you shamelessly rubbed yourself
>"Looks good to me! Say, do you cook thick or thin crust pies here?"
"I like thin, but my husband likes it thick... To each their own"
>Anon's eyes widen, and you see a smile come over his face
>you're dying of laughter inside, but letting it show would completely ruin the moment
>you head back to the kitchen and pull the cake out of the oven
>deciding not to keep him waiting, you quickly cover the cake in frosting, then ice the edges
>it's not the prettiest cake you've ever seen, but it's pretty enough for your purposes
>carrying the cake out, along with a small bowl of whipped cream, you place the cake in front of him
"Tah dah! Now... I get to see what's been cooking in your oven.."
>you unbutton his shirt and lean up to kiss him on the lips
>you're right about cooking, he's sweating bullets
>next, you take your antics a little lower, down to his nether-regions
>you unbutton his pants, thankfully he doesn't have a zipper, and out pops his dick
>he's not too large, maybe a little under average size
>not that you mind anyway, just'll make it easer to hilt
>jesus christ, what has Twilight done to you
>you slide the tip of his cock into your mouth, savoring the bit of precum from the top of it
"Delicious..."
>he's completely speechless
>you rub his tip over your tounge, tasting it like you said you would
>it's not a bad flavor, but not something you'd try again
>pushing him a little deeper into your mouth, you caress his length with your tounge
>he quivers a little in your mouth, and you crack a smile

>he lets out a little pleased sigh, as you continue sucking
>suddenly, you feel his hands grasp you, and bring you onto the table
>your hind legs splay on top, and your pussy smushes into the cake
>you feel two fingers wipe a little frosting, and enter you from behind
>as this happens, your nose unwittingly boops his groin
>you've been taking him deeper and deeper without noticing
>hawt
>his fingers work and caress your lips, smearing icing outside and inside you
>his fingers, coated in a mixture of frosting and mare juice, slide in and out of you effortlessly
>you let out a contented sigh, mouth wrapped around his dick
>he pulls you off, and rounds the table
>he plays with you for a minute, shoveling cake and icing into you, before grabbing your tail, pulling you up, and thrusting into you
>what he didn't have in size, he made up for in stamina, pumping full speed like no tomorrow
>the cake pushed against your inner linings, giving you a spongey feeling around his cock
"H-harder, h-harder."
>you thank and curse Twilight simultaneously
>he obliges you, pushing into you with greater force, albeit at a cost of some of his speed
>you suddenly tense around him, vagina clenching on him
>ecstasy tingled up your spine, leaving you breathless
>however, he dodn't stop pomping, clouding your mind again and again with pleasure
>he was starting to lose consistancy, thrusting at an un-even pace
>getting close to the big finish

>you decide to help out, flexing around him as he thrusts
>panting, he lets out one last push before pulling your tail, hard
>his seed rushes in, warm and a bit sticky
>you shake your ass a little for him, before pulling off, dripping a mixture of mashed cake, frosting and cum
>his cock is covered in it
>"I'm sorry, but that was..."
"Oh, you're not done yet."
>you wrap your mouth around his dick once again, cleaning and sucking the mixure off
>you swallow every last drop before pulling off and smiling up at him
>he's looking down at you in awe
"Some delicious batter you cooked up there Anon, might have to get your recipie."
>again, fuck you twilight
>you usher anon out the door into the night, and get to work cleaning the table
>it's not too difficult, seeing how it's varnished wood
>it wipes off pretty easily, and you get another taste of the mixture, greedily licking it off your hoof
>you then get to cleaning your nethers
>it's starting to cake a little
>heh
>and is rather hard to wipe out of fur
>you walk over to the kitchen, wet a washcloth and wipe it into the sink
>sufficiantly clean, you make the way to the stairs, vision fading as you do so

>your eyes open to blistering pain
>"ANON I AM SO SORRY!"
>Twilight is flipping out in front of you
"No really, Twi, it wa..."
>you look down, and see blood rushing from your nose, down onto your white sheets
>"I CAN FIX IT, NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT."
>your nose tingles for a second, and the flow stops
"Ok... All fixed, phew. Well, hope you enjoyed that Anon!"
>she turns and walks towards the door, accidentily giving you a last peek at her nethers as she leaves
>she's a bit damp, leaving your imagination to run wild
>guess she was watching...