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- Aaah, Nothing Like a Nice Cuppa Cake
- >You are Anon, master baker.
- >You got a job at Sugarcube Corner in Ponyville because Pinkie Pie wanted to work with her new 'weirdo friend'.
- >Strangely enough, this Ponyville has no ponies.
- >Just brightly-colored humans.
- >After a month or so, you developed a tight-knit relationship with the Cake family.
- >Since you first saw Pound and Pumpkin, they've grown so big...
- >Today you are working alone with Mrs. Cup Cake, the swirl-haired wife of Carrot Cake.
- >Ponka had a friendship problem to go solve because of her vibrating ass tattoo, and Carrot had a few deliveries to make in Manehattan.
- >The kids were watched by Twilight Sparkle.
- >It's a hot day today, and there's a huge amount of customers looking for milkshakes.
- >You and Mrs. Cake rush around frantically, often bumping into each other.
- >More often than not, you feel her plump breasts push into you.
- >And her flats step on your shoes...
- >"Anon, Anon! We need a triple fudge milkshake, STAT!!"
- "On it!!"
- >While Mrs. Cake takes all the orders, you whip them up in record time.
- >Before you know it, it's night time.
- >All of the customers have left, and Mrs. Cake plops down in a booth, breathing heavily.
- >"Whew...it's been a tough day...I'm going upstairs to bed...'
- "Wait, Mrs. Cake. How about I whip us somehing up to eat? You must be starving."
- >"Oh, Anon, that'd be lovely..."
- >So you go back into the kitchen, and create for her a masterfully proportioned cupcake and a glass of strawberry milkshake.
- >You also create one of each for yourself.
- >You bring all of the delicious food back to the table your lovely boss is at.
- "Order up, boss."
- >She giggles.
- >"Anoooon, I told you not to call me boss! Just call me Mrs. Cake, or Cupcake."
- "Alright, Cupcake."
- >You lock the door and put the CLOSED sign out, so you two can have some peace and quiet.
- >After which, you begin talking for many hours, about news, life on Earth, and many other random subjects.
- >Your eyes slowly wander below the table as she happily chatters on about finally relaxing.
- >Her flats, adorned with her footprint from use, have fallen off her feet.
- >"-and then, I have to attend to Carrot and the kids, and-Anon?"
- "Huh? What?"
- >"What are you looking at?"
- "Oh, sorry, nothing..."
- >"Anonymous, you know I don't like it when you lie. What's bothering you?"
- "Umm...it...it's your feet..."
- >Mrs. Cake's face turns red.
- >"Oh, oh dear, do they smell? Have I been working too hard?"
- "No no no, they don't, it's just that...I was...just enjoying the sight of them...."
- >She looks confused, and then gets exactly what you mean.
- >"OH...I see...well...I guess you can touch them...after all, I could use a rub..."
- >You beckon her up to her bedroom, and she follows, leaving her footwear behind.
- >She hops up on the bed, and places her smooth, sexy feet in front of you.
- >All yours to touch, to rub...to kiss...
- >You grab one of her feet and begin to squeeze it lovingly.
- >It gives so easily to your fingers...
- >The coat of sweat on her feet makes it very easy for your hands to glide up and down the soft surface.
- >You begin to pull her sweating toes back, making sure to crack each joint.
- >She lays her head back and moans softly.
- >"I-I should give you a raise..."
- >You just smile and continue with your work, rubbing the balls of her feet between your index fingers and thumbs.
- >The bulge in your pants still has not been noticed by her, and it's aching for attention.
- >While she is distracted, you slowly grind your covered crotch on her left foot, hoping she won't notice.
- >Unfortunately, she jolts upwards, jerking her feet away from you.
- >"ANONYMOUS."
- >You immediately cease grinding on her foot.
- >She sits up angrily.
- >"You KNOW I'm married. And don't you have ANY sense to avoid doing that to your boss?!"
- "But Mrs. Cake..."
- >"No, Anon. I should fire you for this."
- "Oh, I wouldn't say that..."
- >You smile deviously and rub her shoulder sensually.
- >She blushes softly, still looking quite angry.
- "We're all alone for the next few days...surely, it can't hurt to tend to an ache on your baker...like I tended to your aching feet..."
- >"W-well...you did...stop them from hurting..."
- >You move your hand down to her plump breasts, fondling them dexterously.
- >Her breathing becomes both erratic and erotic.
- >"JUST this once, Anonymous...this stays between us...agreed?"
- "Absolutely."
- >"Allow me to go get something.."
- >Mrs. Cake leaves the room, while you quickly undress, throbbing hard and ready to go.
- >She returns, with a cake in her hand, and clothes completely removed.
- >You stare at her, wide-eyed, and grab one of her breasts again, as she climbs into bed with you.
- >"I brought you a little snack..."
- >She mashes the cake into her feet, scrunching her toes, making sure to get the baked delight in every crevice of her peds.
- >You can only watch as she licks her fingers clean of frosting.
- >"Well, Anon? Don't be shy..."
- >She shoves her right foot into your face, and you immediately respond, darting your tongue between her cake-covered toes, savoring every morsel you can get.
- >You can taste the sweat of her foot beneath the cake as you drag your tongue up and down her right sole.
- >The combination of the cake, her foot's actual taste, and the other foot being pressed against your cheek is intoxicating.
- >You hold her left ankle as tight as possible while you press your face into her soft, supple foot, licking between every wrinkle of her curled foot.
- >"Wow, dear, you weren't kidding...you DO enjoy them..."
- >She pushes the entire set of toes on her left foot against your forehead as you polish off all of the frosting on her heel and arch.
- >Her feet are gleaming in the light now, licked completely clean of confection.
- >Mrs. Cake's tone just got very sultry.
- >"Hmmm....maybe I'll do THIS for you as a bonus, dear..."
- >She tenderly presses the ball of her foot against your tip.
- >You begin leaking pre over her upper soles.
- >She giggles softly as she runs her big toe down your length, forcing you to grab the sheets and try not to blow it right there.
- >The soles of her ready-to-please feet, now dripping with saliva from their earlier tongue bath, sandwich your twitching member between them.
- >She makes sure to maintain eye contact with you as her slickened feet begin gliding up and down in a hypnotic, steady rhythm.
- >You can't take much more of your boss's incredibly sexy feet flexing around your cock.
- >You begin to groan as Mrs. Cake puts your dick between her first two toes on each foot, locking it in place, as her toes keep a good pressure on your manhood as they move up and down.
- >Just as you grunt and begin to unload, Mrs. Cake quickly cups her feet, catching each one of your slightly painful spurts.
- >Her right big toe rubs your tip until you completely finish shooting off.
- >You can barely speak.
- >"Anon, dear, did you enjoy your little bonus, hmm?"
- >You nod weakly, sweating heavily from your intense orgasm.
- >Because you two have two more days alone together, you decide to drift off in bed with her.
- >You spend the night dreaming about tinderboxes, cheese, mackerel, and how many times you plan to cum over your boss's feet in her sleep.
- -End
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