If You Got What I Knead (One Shot)

>Day First You Get the Bits in Equestria
>Be Anonymous
>You awake in your cool, dark quarters
>First order of the day is to clean yourself up
>You really don't want -her- to say anything... again
>You perform your ablutions
R: Anonymous, darling! Are you ready yet? You -know- how I hate being late!
>Rarity calls you from downstairs
>You better appease her for your own sanity
>You bounce quickly two steps at a time and meet her at the ground floor
A: I am all set. Lets make a deal!
>Rarity looks you over and scrutinizes your outfit
R: I was sure I created the perfect ensemble for you. If only I could teach you to dress properly
>She sighs and takes your tie in her magic
>A neat and quick wrap sets your neck tightly in place
>You don't know if she is trying to suffocate you these days
>Her mouth grabs your belt and pulls it in another notch
R: There! The difficulties I have to go through with you every morning
>She tut-tuts your efforts before straighten her own hat again
R: Today is even more important than usual and you are a big part in all of this. I expect you to be on your best behaviour and to remember -who- the star is
A: Of course...
>You sigh and think of a few hundred or so things you'd rather be doing today
>She drags you along like a dog on a short leash
>It is not far before you are at a small museum
>A banner hangs atop the white structure and you read it aloud
A: Napery and Haberdashery Exhibit and Show... why does this exist?
R: Oh, Anonymous, you can be so crude at times. The NHES is a marvelous event and only comes around once a year! Besides, I need to stay current on the latest -hot- button styles for my new line-up
>You walk into the show room and see a lot more ponies than you thought
>It seems peaceful enough and you don't think you'll be carrying too much today after all
>You are trotted about from table to table as Rarity glimmers with intrigue
R: Anonymous, I need your opinion...
A: Do you really -need- my opinion or do you just want someone to disagree with?
>Without letting the remark cut too deeply, she smiles and presents you two different buttons
R: What button would you suggest would look best to fasten a cuff on a short sleeve?
>One button is a white, four-holed square with a beveled edge
>The other is a black circle with a depressed center and two holes for the thread
A: What colour is the shirt going to be?
R: I was thinking a sky blue, possibly even powder blue if that colour doesn't fall out in the next few weeks
>You actually give it some thought
A: The black one... I think that square buttons would only clash when the cuff is already going to be folded into a rectangular shape
>She stops and looks at you for a moment before cracking a smile
R: You -have- been learning! I wasn't sure you could at this time, but I concede that thought now
>You smirk at her quick wit
>She's really not so bad to work with
R: Oh, Mr. Clerk... if you would be so kind, I would like two-hundred of your number one-hundred and eight style buttons
>The shopkeeper smiles and starts counting out his wares
>Before you know it, you have acquired your first of many boxes
>You continue around the convention and Rarity loads box after box on you
>About an hour or so in, you start to strain
R: It is so good to have a tall male around... stallions simply cannot match your carrying prowess!
A: Yes, glad I could be of assistance...
>Rarity sighs and looks to you
R: You are right, Anonymous... we have been doing a lot of shopping and I think we've earned ourselves a break. You wait here, I need to powder my nose
>Rarity trots off with her head high and a smile on her face
>You sit all -her- bags and boxes down and rest your arms
>You don't need this, you think
>Why do you even bother renting that room?
>Maybe you -should- consider finding another place to stay
>Your thoughts lead you away before someone calling your name wakes you up
>A blue pony with swirled, pink hair is standing behind you
Mrs. C: Anonymous, funny meeting you here!
>You turn to her
A: Ah, well, today is business... as usual
Mrs. C: Oh, Rarity is with you?
A: Yes... powdering her snout
Mrs. C: Must be nice having a partner along to help with all the shopping...
>You shrug
A: Where's Mr. Cake?
Mrs. C: He... he was busy doing a -catering- job. I just left him to his -work-
>Her words nearly drip with venom and you decide not to push the issue
A: Well, good... have you found anything here you liked?
Mrs. C: I've been looking at some nicely laced tablecloths... Pinkie destroyed the last one when she attempted searing the crème brûlée...
>You rub the back of your head
>Wow... that's kind of tough
Mrs. C: No one was hurt, but we certainly can't keep serving on a burnt tablecloth!
>She chuckles to herself
>She stands by you quietly for a moment or so
A: So... how's business?
>Jeez, you can't think of a thing to say while she's hover around
Mrs. C: It's been alright... we were doing better last year for sure. So much was different last year...
>You have this nagging feeling that she wants you to ask the obvious
A: Was last year... a holiday?
>That doesn't even make sense!
>You decide you should pretend to care in some small way
A: I mean, was it better because of the holidays that we have yet to approach this year?
Mrs. C: Oh, yes, timing was better. Sales were up... we had a lot more teamwork in the kitchen... there wasn't -private- catering jobs...
>You see her face strain for the moment as if she is about to cry
A: Do you need to talk about something? I know we don't really know each...
>You barely close your mouth as Mrs. Cake begins breaking down
Mrs. C: I just don't know what happened to us! We were so happy and now he's just not interested anymore! I don't know if it's me or him. I put on some weight, sure, but with two kids in the house now and working all the time, it's not easy to take care of myself. Do you think I look old? Just tell me the truth!
>Holy damn, why did you ask?!
A: No, of course not! You don't look a day older than... whatever it is that ponies would consider young... yeah!
>She sniffles and wipes an eye on her apron
Mrs. C: I just don't know what to do or who to turn to... I feel so helpless!
A: There, there. Don't fret about this... I am sure he's just... tired? Well, maybe he's under as much stress?
Mrs. C: That's not a good excuse, Anon. He has obligations to our two kids. He can't just go running off with some young mare like I don't exist... but, I still love him! I just want him back
A: I... I am really bad at this kind of thing. What to say? Did you confront him about it?
Mrs. C: Yes, and now he spends more time away from me
A: Well, forget that plan... uh... pfft... I don't know, make him jealous or something?
>You turn your head around the room, praying to find Rarity now
>How big can her nose be?!
>Mrs. Cake stops and you see her eyes flashing around her head as if calculating
Mrs. C: You're right, Anon!
A: About what?
Mrs. C: I should teach that two-timer a lesson!
A: Oh... well, I didn't mean...
>She takes you by your hand and pulls you to her level
>Before you know it, her face is snugly against your own and hot breath is in your mouth
>Your eyes go wide
>Her tongue enters your mouth and her hoof wraps around your head
>She is pretty strong for an older woman
>Tastes like meringue too, which is the least odd of this whole situation
>You notice the ambiance of a busy convention has slowed a bit
>You can feel the eyes of a dozen of so ponies upon you
>What a terrible, but delicious, spectacle Mrs. Cake has made of you
>You break free of the mare's lips and take a deep breath
A: Madam! That was uncalled for!
Mrs. C: You suggested it, didn't you?
A: I didn't mean with -me-!
Mrs. C: It took you a long time to push me away... are you sure about that? I bet a young stud like you would drive him crazy... that'd teach him to cheat
A: No, wait, I was wrong! Two wrongs don't make a right! An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind! Insert cliché statement on war here!
>Mrs. Cake pushes you backwards onto your rump
>She moves in closely and you hear her whisper in a lewd manner
Mrs. C: We could go back to Sugarcube Corner and do -it- on my bed... those sheets haven't been messy in months
>This MILF pony is starting to tread in dangerous waters
A: I'd like you to remove yourself from me...
Mrs. C: Come on, when's the last time you got to put it in somep0ny?
>The correct answer is, "Never in a pony because you are not a deviant"
Mrs. C: You -did- say I was pretty, didn't you? Or was that just a lie?
>You don't like being put on the spot like this
>Someone could be looking
>Rumours are going to spread
A: No, you are, for a pony! I swear to that, Mr. Cake's a lucky guy! You know, the guy who is your guy? He's lucky to have -you-, -him-, Mr. Cake!
Mrs. C: He'll probably be crème-filling that little slut of his all day... why don't you give me a little whipped topping, hmm? Oven's already preheated...
>Oh no! These puns are making you horny now!
>You've lost it!
>Game over, man! Game over!
>You try not to let temptation in, but barely resist as she pulls you into a restroom
>You thank the heavens that there is no one else around
>Mrs. Cake pushes you into a stall and props you onto a bench
>You notice it smells fairly clean in here... lemony even
A: Mrs. Cake, this is wrong. We shouldn't...
>A hoof covers your mouth
Cupcake: Call me, "Cupcake", deary
>Her muzzle presses against your mouth and her sweet tongue meets your own
>You try not to antagonize the situation, but she doesn't seem to care about your lack of enthusiasm
>As her mouth works on you, her hoof starts working your member through your suit pants
C: Oh, this is a good size...
>Your pants seem to slide gently down as the lusty mare's soft fur caresses your flesh
>She licks her lips and slips between you legs
>Your mind rages for you to stop this
>You know you need to make her see this isn't the way
>As the heat of her mouth overcomes you, restrain seems to evaporate
>How long has it been since you felt this, you can't say
>Maybe it has been so long that this feels incredible
>Maybe she's just this skilled
>You think she's had a lot of time being a wife to learn a few tricks
>The very thought of someone's wife blowing you only makes you harder
>You carefully put a hand on her mane and brush it back
>The silky mane gives surprisingly easy
>You put a little pressure on her head and she replies in earnest
>Your own hips buck and she quickly moves your hand away
>With a final, teasing suck, she pulls her head completely back
C: No... don't cum yet. Make it last, I need this...
>She straddles your slick sex now
A: Cupcake... we need to stop...
>She looks at you accusingly
C: Can you?
>Her warm, smooth fur pushes your maleness into your hot skin
>The cool air on your spit-covered rod insults your resolve
>Slowly, warily and with extreme guilt, you reach your hands to her thighs
C: Yeah, just like that...
>A vicious smile plays across her blushing face and she sinks into your lap
>Her body jiggles slightly as your hips meet
>Her plump thighs and small belly seem to fit perfectly in your grasp
A: Ah~, so damn hot...
>Her face reddens a bit more at your moaning and you feel her lift up slightly
>Without letting too much of you out of her, she slides back down
>Her experienced body holds your member with a practiced grace as she rides you
>Your hands sink into soft, plump hips
>Your thumbs rub against her modest belly
C: Stop teasing me... hold me like you mean it...
>You nod weakly as she humps into you
>Your hands slide around her waist and you squeeze her plush butt
>The feeling is clutching a warm, fluffy pillow and you pull her closer to you
>Her body presses against your clothed chest and you help her move faster now
C: Yes-s-s~, like that...
A: Your ass is, ahh~! So divine...
C: You like it that much? Ohh~!
A: Mhm, so soft... you are, ha~, pretty... I swear
>You grunt like an animal and she rocks herself
>A hoof traces down your head and holds your cheek in place
>Her eyes never truly look at you as she leans in for another kiss
>You enjoy this one much more and even give back with your tongue
>A twist of her saccharine lips causes you to hump a bit out of tune with her
>That building feeling you've been working towards peaks
>She removes her lips and lays her head over your shoulder
C: Yes~, yes~, yes~! Give it to me...
>How can you argue with a lady?
>You speed up more and moan her name
>You squeeze her rump hard and pull her down on you again and again
>With one hard thrust, you stuff Cupcake's mature body
C: Aah~! So hot! Oh~ yes~!
>She kisses the side of your neck and up to your ear
C: Oh~, k-keep it in me... ohh~, so good. My belly was aching for this... oh~
>She nibbles at your ear as you pant heavily and hold her for dear life
A: How could anyone -not- want this gorgeous body?
>You rub her bottom in a smooth circle before dragging your hand around and tracing her belly
>An unintentional jerk ripples through her and you feel yourself milked deep within
C: You're just saying that...
>You lift her face to your own and kiss her
>Your tongue dominates this time and you feel her thighs roll into you
>You break the kiss to see a little drool spill from her lips and her eyes close
A: No, I mean it... he's a fool to not want you
C: I wish he saw me like you do...
A: I hate to ask, but do you know who he's been seeing?
>Cupcake lays on your chest with her head draped over your shoulder
C: Some little -foal- he met in Canterlot... attractive and naive as so many mares her age are...
>You feel a little bubble of your shame ease out of your sore body
C: He's still my husband... lets see if smelling another stallion on me catches his attention...
>Your rod is so warm and feels right being encased in Cupcake's marehood
>You hesitate to let her off you
A: H-hey, just curious... if this doesn't work... we could try again?
>You try to smile through your laboured breathing
C: I... I don't know... I appreciate your help... but, you're just a young colt and you're going to have a lot of other fillies to fill
>You knead her plentiful rump in slow circles
A: I think I found all the mare I want to try... I've always been kind of found of crème filled cupcakes
>She giggles at your teasing and poorly worded compliments
C: You're sweet, Anon... we'll see...
>She gives you a small kiss on the cheek and separates herself from you
>You tuck your pleased sex in your pants and try to clean up
>Now amount of water can take the smell of meringue out of your clothing
>You quickly exit the bathroom to see that Rarity is still not back
>You wait another minute or so by the boxes before the white unicorn graces you with her presence
R: Oh, sorry, Anonymous~! I met a friend of mine from Canterlot and we just got so caught up talking that I completely lost track of time! I hope you weren't too bored?
A: I found ways to entertain myself...
R: Oh, good, I was worried for a moment that...
>Rarity sniffs the air for a moment
R: Darling... do you smell meringue and... guilt? What an odd mixture...
>You step to one side and try to look inconspicuous
A: Nope! Not smelling either of those things... would you look at the time?! We should be heading back soon!
R: Oh, yes, of course! I have a lot of work to do
>Rarity gasps and holds a hoof to her face
R: I just realized we have no groceries in the house. We'll just have to order out! Oh, but who can make us something quickly? Ah, idea! Lets get a dozen cupcakes and a few baguettes from Sugarcube Corner!
>You smile and drift off into a small haze
A: Yes, excellent idea... I would be happy to run over there and pick up the order
R: Perfect! I was hoping to chat a bit more with my friend. She has such a juice story to tell. I gathered that she's met some clueless, old stallion who's simply rich. Diamonds -are- a girl's best friend, after all!
>You make the eerie connection and shake your head
>It couldn't be, right?
>What would be the odds?
>You contemplate on the idea for a while before Rarity snaps you back to reality
R: Well, we better get home. Thank you for coming with me after all. You even whined a lot less than usual!
A: I never whine... I was -complaining-
>She scoffs and laughs into her hoof
R: -Such- a drama queen!
>You both walk off into the setting sun towards home
>Tonight, you imagine, you will have cupcakes two more times before dinner
>A delicious, soft, stuffed Cupcake...