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- >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...
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