Magnum Opus

“Hey mom?” Sweetie Belle called through the house, “Have you seen dad around?”

Pearl still hadn’t moved off the bed. Content to gaze up at the ceiling, she fixated on its dullish green hue. It was a dream. It had to be. Sure a retired hoofball player was going to need time to adjust to a slower pace, but was it her fault? Had she not given Magnum enough attention? Or had this been going on all along?

She never really thought about what it would be like to leave her husband, but now it was happening. Somehow she felt ugly and unwanted, as if the years they had spent together meant nothing. Resentment set in. She hoped he was feeling the same.

“Dad promised he was going to take us fishing,” continued Sweetie Belle, referring to her and her fellow crusaders.

Dad promised a lot of things, Sweetie Belle, Pearl thought, only a matter of time until she would have to explain. She imagined the inevitable “where’s daddy?” as they sat down to spaghetti tonight, now with two empty chairs at the kitchen table. How would she explain Magnum wasn’t coming back?

“Just go and play outside, Sweetie,” Pearl deadpanned. For a few hours at least she could delay the inevitable. The door slammed shut as the little filly ran off, oblivious, to play with her friends. It made Pearl wonder how Rarity would react to the news, though she hoped the boutique would keep her busy enough for the not to find out right away. The laughter of Sweetie Belle and her friends playing grew fainter and fainter; Pearl listening in to make sure everything was fine. However, she was interrupted by another sound.

Clack, clack, clack.

It was the sound of hoof on pane, agitating the window.

“Heelllloooo? Pearl? Pearl, are you in there?”

That’s right, it was self-proclaimed ‘girl’s day.’ Ironic that it came at a time when she needed it the most, but wanted it the least.

“Just a minute,” the ex-wife sighed.

Properly motivated, the salmon unicorn made her way to the door, preparing herself for Mrs. Cake’s cheery demeanor. She took a few deep breaths before opening it. On the other side the stood a pudgy turquoise mare, laden with sweet smelling saddle bags and other instruments she planned on using to relax. A smile broke out, but it was quickly doused when she saw her friend’s troubled look.

“Oh dear, are you alright, Pearl?” The blue baker wondered as she dropped the bag of treats in her mouth. “Is something the matter?”

“It’s- it’s,” she couldn’t get the words out before she turned into a blubbering mess.\

Be strong, she demanded.

Yesterday it had been so easy to stay composed. She knew she couldn’t allow Magnum to see how much he had hurt her. That would give him all the power. It was better to be indifferent. Show him life would continue the same as it always had. Then at least she retained some dignity. But now there was no reason to hold back, so emotions gave way in a torrent of tears.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up there,” Mrs. Cake cooed as she escorted her distressed friend inside. “Whatever this is must be really bad to get you so upset.” She took a chocolate chip cookie from her hamper and handed it to Pearl. “Here, chew on this and try to tell me what happened.”

“It’s Magnum. He ch-che-chea.” At the word ‘cheated’ Pearl got too choked up again, sniffling uncontrollably. If her ears heard her say those words, then it would become truth. She would be obligated to move on, to take back control in her life. Not do what she wanted, which was to curl up into a ball. Though the cookie did seem to help.

Cup Cake patted her on the back reassuringly, “Well, I’m so sorry to hear that Pearl. I had no idea. That’s just terrible news,” it was all the typical lines, but Pearl wasn’t sad to hear them. The bulging baker pony continued to massage the troubled unicorn. The gesture was satisfactory and Pearl knew she was lucky to have a friend that would even go through the motions for her.

At Mrs. Cake’s prompting, Pearl finished the cookie. With each chocolate chip Cup Cake suggested something new to be optimistic about. Magnum was gone, but Pearl still had the rest of her family. Also, she wasn’t that old. She could get back out there and find another stallion. Magnum was crazy for letting go of such a catch. Flattery always helped Pearl smile. A trait her and her daughter shared.

After the sobs died down, Cup Cake offered to make a pot of tea to go along with their desserts. A pick-me-up to power though the rest of the day. “Stuff like this always happens to the good ones, doesn’t it?” She spouted rhetorically, “Always.”

- - -

“Ah Magnum, you broke the number one rule, didn’t you? You let her catch you.”

The two colts chatted away, seated at one of the round coffee tables in Sugarcube Corner. Luckily it was slow, being a Sunday, and the store was cleared out. It would only be open for a few more hours anyway. The Cakes definitely appreciated the idea of a lazy Sunday, evidenced by Mrs. Cake’s carefree departure earlier. Carrot Cake munched on a croissant while Magnum divulged his entire ordeal. Carrot seemed sympathetic, but also practical. Once Magnum finished telling the story, the baker’s responses sounded like he was giving a lecture rather than comforting a friend.

“If you’re going to cheat, don’t do anything that suspicious, you amateur.” Yes, definitely lecturing. “Staying out till five o’clock in the morning... no wonder she caught you.” He shook his head derisively.

“What are you talking about?” Magnum shot back, “This isn’t about the fact that I got caught, it’s that I convinced myself cheating was alright in the first place.”

Carrot Cake laughed heartily and then sighed, as though Magnum were a foal trying to offer up a ill-conceived interpretation of sex to an adult. “But it is about you getting caught. Would you have ever even considered stopping otherwise?”

Magnum remained silent; worried he might not like the answer if he was honest.

Mr. Cake happily filled in the blank for him, “No, of course you wouldn’t have. Which is why it’s inevitable that you’re going to continue,” He took a decisive chomp of pastry, allowing the crumbs to fall where they may. Magnum left his muffin virtually untouched save a polite nibble on the side. He wasn’t hungry. “Trust me, once you cheat, the temptation is always going to be there. And if you don’t have a plan, it’s just going to get worse, and worse, and worse, until…” he drew closer to Magnum with each word, putting his hooves up on the table before slamming them down to emphasize his point, “BAM! You get caught cheating again.” At this, Carrot broke out in another fit of laughter.

As much as Magnum hated to admit it, what his friend said did make sense. Even on the way over here his libido flared wildly, every mare a potential landmine to his marriage. Why not take some precautions? He still loved Pearl, but Ponyville was a buffet: and he wanted more than one helping. Could he really trust himself to be monogamous after he’d already screwed it up once?

“Just take it from me,” Mr. Cake continued, “If you’re going to have a little something on the side, it’s best to be in control and have some rules.” The buttery croissant now reduced to flaky ashes strewn across the wood lacquer of the table.

For the first time Magnum found his voice, even if to only repeat the words he had heard, “Rules…?”

“Yes, of course. Like for starters, how about actually doing some fucking when your wife won’t notice?” The baker chuckled at his crass humor, turning his attention over to the kitchen, “Oh Pinkiiieee Piiieee!”

The assistant heeded his call, appearing in the doorway. A seductive tilt accented her hips, the perfect angle to make her ass jut out from her backside: inclined and inviting. She must have been eavesdropping.The pink pony touched her hoof to her mouth and sucked it for a moment, encasing it in a glossy varnish. Then she sat down in the doorway, perky bottom pushing out to cushion her impressive flank, as she traced the appendage to her haunches. The saliva left a matted trail on her coat, as if a pony had taken the first lick of this specially prepared dessert.

“Your pie’s done,” she called in a surprisingly seductive voice. Magnum never considered the sexual appeal of any of his daughter’s best friends, but could see Carrot making his point with every inch of Pinkie’s body. Working at the bakery had served the mare well, fattening her in only the right places. A little belly protruded from underneath her fur, unable to hide it, or her plump breasts. The best part was it really suited her. That pear shape with its wide accommodating hips was perfect for bucking into all night long. Her tail jutted out from underneath her rump accentuating her privates with its fluffy form. Above it, her sticky marehood leaked uncontrollably, its syrup soaking her nethers and the hair around it indiscriminately.

“We’re animals at heart,” Carrot said, apparently not done with his speech. “We’ve got natural instincts to breed.” He got up from the table and causally walked over to flip the sign on the door from ‘open’ to ‘closed.’ “So what I suggest you do,” he continued, moving behind the register and over to the waiting Pinkie. She looked up at her master: begging for it. “Is find yourself a nice, young thing-” Pinkie licked his member a few times, working to a lather to get some nice lubrication. Already it had grown to an impressive size, ready for the impending main event. Magnum wondered if his friend had been secretly sporting under the table the whole time they were talking. Pinkie got up from her seated position and turned her back to her employer, reaching behind with one hoof to present her quivering, salivating pussy, “-and put it in her ass.”

The sound of Carrot’s cock sheathing into Pinkie’s behind sent a shiver down Magnum’s spine. That distinctive wet squelch so vivid: especially after last night. Pinkie’s cootch depressed like a whoopee-cushion, the air trapped there rammed out by the impressive girth of Carrot Cake. The other orifices of Pinkie also relaxed, as she let out a sigh, a snort, and a puff of flatulence all at once.

“See?” Carrot beckoned, showing an impressive display of bestial fortitude by bringing himself to better alignment with his mistress and conversing with Magnum at the same time. “You have to remain in control of these situations or else they’re going to end up controlling you.” Without missing a beat he pumped himself in and out of Pinkie, eliciting another squeal of delight as well as granting her a bout of the hiccups, as she was unable to catch her breath from the surprise intrusion.

“Rule number one: plan sex ahead of time.”

Carrot Cake’s scrotum slapped Pinkie’s taint as he humped her backside again. Drawing his hooves near her shoulders; mounting her.

“Rule number two: fuck sompony you trust.”

His choice of Pinkie was rather infallible in that regard. The party pony’s tits jostled about as the speed of Carrots thrusts increased. She bobbled her head to and imaginary beat, biting her lip and scrunching up her face as she fought back against him. He clamored atop her, getting grip on the situation, and using friction to mediate his movements. Her pussy melted, buttery pre-cum dripping down his shaft. Its walls convulsed, inviting his penis to party crash her womb. Carrot Cake leaned more of his weight into her and bucked harder building for climax.

“Rule number three: do everything your wife says, and she’ll never suspect a thing.”

With the last line he pulled back and then came up hard. Driving into Pinkie’s cooter as deep as she would allow, the base of his cock and balls formed a seal over her slit. The organ inside of her mounted pressure until it finally relaxed spraying ejaculate all over her insides. As the filling erupted into the mare’s winking snatch, she gladly accepted the full load. Her tail whipped, beating against her hip in approval. She threw he head forward and erected her neck to align with her body. Letting her feel every quake of ecstasy as her marehood fulfilled its promise to nature. After a few minutes of the ponies spasm-ing in orgasmic release, Carrot Cake dismounted his claim. Pinkie’s pussy uncorked and allowed a generous helping of seminal fluid to grease the parlor floor.

Realizing he failed to address his beleaguered friend for at least a solid five minutes, Carrot picked up where he left off. “It works out pretty well if you know what you’re doing.”

Flaccid cock drooping beneath him, Mr. Cake delivered a second slap to his worker’s ass. She bucked back hard against the pain, but was receptive, pulling her hindquarters away from the penis and replacing them with her head. A single hoof pointing to his crotch directed her attention.

“Clean,” he commanded.

Pinkie brought her loving lips up to his phallus and swallowed the whole thing at once. She jerked her snout around the sheath, milking it for any last remnants of its heady flavor. Stopping once, a residual hiccup caused her to choke. That mistake was met with another slap to her flank, the repeat scolding turning her pinkish hue a darker red in that one spot. Carrot took the opportunity to surge forward, burying his phallus deep in the mare’s mouth and taking her nose to its hilt.

“That should cure your hiccups.”

It was all rather surreal. If this were some sort of stage performance the decent thing to do would have been to clap, but it was a spontaneous sexual event in a bakery. Magnum felt that Carrot probably went a little too far just to prove his point. Still, the baker had made it all the same. As the activity brought Magnum’s own sex bear, now throbbing and erect underneath him. A constant dysfunction of his status as a male.

“I should go,” Magnum concluded, unsure how to take the message he just received.

“Remember what I said,” Carrot Cake shouted after him as the bell to Sugarcube Corner signaled his exit, “Rules and control. Without them you’re doomed to repeat the same mistake.”

Magnum only nodded and trotted out into the remaining afternoon sun. He would have confessed, but there was never a good time to bring it up. He didn't feel too ashamed after witnessing the assault on Pinkie, as it seemed the Cakes had their own marital issues, but it was the reason he went to Sugarcube Corner in the first place: to let his best friend know who Magnum cheated on his wife with.

Cup Cake.