"No, that's impossible." Mr. Cake muttered, scratching his head. He pulled a pencil from behind his ear, letting out a sigh. He hated finding mistakes in finances.

He put the end of his dulled pencil to paper, tracing along the expenses line. Those were all correct, because he'd checked them a million times. They didn't change from year to year either. Cup had tried to do this stuff for him a couple years, and he'd kept her out of it. He knew it by heart, and he didn't want to have to deal with the differing style of his wife. When it came to finances, it was something he'd much rather do alone. That was probably why he was up an hour before opening once again.

It was kinda stupid, considering how little sleep he was already getting. Cup had been sick the last week, and while she'd gotten better a couple days ago, he still wasn't caught up on everything he'd missed. Chief among those things were finances, and he had to catch up. At least Cup would be around to help him open up shop, and make him feel like he was dealing with a regular number of customers again. Sugarcube corner had been so overwhelmed with ponies in the last week, although he assumed most of that was due to Cup's absence. Pinkie was gone a lot as well, so that didn't help.

Though with his lack of sleep, being around Pinkie could almost be irritating enough to cause death, so her absence hadn't been a total loss. Cake shook his head, trying to focus. He really needed a nap later today. He didn't feel very tired now, but that had a lot to do with the empty mug of coffee sitting to one side of his hoof.

He was halfway though miscellaneous expenditures, many of which were based on the twins. They were a hoof and a horn to take care of. He knew kids were expensive, but he felt like they were practically consuming every product that Ponyville produced. Even with that, he should be running a deficit, not a surplus…

But that was his second check, and he had. Every box was filled, and correctly at that. Carrot's jaw went ajar. He squinted. The numbers were all printed clearly and legibly. He felt every single emotion in his body turn on a dime, and his mouth stretched into a huge grin. It was impossible, but he'd done it nonetheless!

Carrot opened his mouth to yell and make merry, remembering a fraction of a second early that everypony was still asleep. In fact, it was almost opening time. Cup could sleep in, on a day like this.

Carrot nearly bounced into his kitchen, turning on the oven and beginning to make the treats he would have prepared to lay out underneath the counter. He was a few minutes short of the time he would need, but that didn't matter. He was in way too good a mood to worry about that.

He hummed to himself, time flying by as he arranged treat after treat. His first customer walked inside, and he beamed a smile that was almost reminiscent of Pinkie. She was off somewhere with her friends, but it almost felt like the good emotions she toted around had stayed.

"What can I get ya?" He asked.

"Just one of your finest cinnamon twists." The pony replied, laying a few bits on the counter. Carrot pulled a twist from under the counter, handing it to the pony. He worked through the first wave of customers quickly, finding the morning to occupy his time, yet not keep him overly busy. He thought he heard Cup coming down the stairs, but when he looked she hadn't yet appeared. Sometimes she could really sleep in.

But as he heard pans knocking lightly into one another a few minutes later, Carrot realized that his wife was finally around to help him. He wondered how he should celebrate. Maybe surprise her with the news after they shut down, have a nice romantic evening. They could go out to the park and set up a picnic, get somepony to babysit. He was sure he could find somepony on such short notice, especially if it was just dinner.

Carrot's eyebrows furrowed, and he walked over to the kitchen door. Cup was nowhere to be found. He wasn't sure if that made him feel disappointed or scared. Who'd been rattling pans? Surely not one of the twins, right? The kitchen was empty, so he wasn't sure.

Carrot heard his counter bell go off, and regretfully left the kitchen. He took care of the patron quickly, preoccupied with the idea that one of his foals was loose somewhere that they could get hurt. He hastily began making a sign that said when he'd be back, moving to set it down as another pony walked up.

"I'll be right-" He stopped mid sentence, jumping enough to run his hips into the counter. The pony took a step back, as Carrot's brain wrapped around what had just happened. He passed it off as just his imagination, deliberating long enough to hand the pony his food and watch him walk off.

"I saw the finances." Came a voice he immediately realized was Cup's. She sounded like she was under the-

"Uh-" He grunted, looking around quickly to see if he'd drawn any attention. He hadn't. "What are you doing down-" He grunted again, her hoof finding a spot between his hind legs.

"Like you don't know." She replied, although he still couldn't see anything of her other than the blue, outstretched hoof. He debated whether or not to let her continue. Then he made the obvious decision.

"Sto-" He cut himself off, as another pony walked up. "What can I get for you?" He asked, subduing a twitch as he felt Cup continue her ministrations. He could've sworn he heard her launch, but he couldn't be sure.

"Just the usual." The pony said, and Carrot found it unbelievably tedious to recognize a pony and ignore his wife at the same time. She breathed on him, and a rear hoof slid slightly against the tiled floor.

"C-coffee and a scone?" He asked, feeling his length begin to grow. The pony seemed to mistake his stammer for hesitation, and Carrot reached under the class counter to his right to grab a scone, placing it on the counter next to a paper cup, which he quickly filled with coffee. His hoof was shaking a little, but he controlled it. Despite his lack of enthusiasm for his wife's teasing, part of the whole situation was starting to make him more than a little excited.

He was hard by this point, and with the chance to talk to Cup, started immediately. "Can't we wait until after?" He asked, and he was sure she shook her head.

"I can't wait that long." She replied playfully, batting a hoof gently into his length, making it bounce. "'Sides, it's not every day my husband beats his own sales record." Cup placed her other hoof against his length, and Carrot curled his fore hooves into the wood of the countertop at the feeling of her soft fur.

He hadn't even thought of his record. He'd set that years ago, and had long considered it unbreakable by his now older self. Cup didn't seem to want to let him think about it and began rubbing him slowly, pressing her nose to the head of his member. Carrot grunted at the sudden cold, but it only served to arouse him further. She was so close to giving him exactly what he wanted, no, needed already. A dollop of precum oozed out the tip of his cock, and he groaned into his closed mouth. He felt like he was going to explode, and he knew it was because she was teasing him in the way that only she could. Carrot crossed his hooves on the counter and squeezed them together, gritting his teeth. He felt like concrete already, and it'd been only a minute. His fantasies of what his wife looked like under the table only served to send another pulse of blood to his already full member.

Cup played with the head of his cock, gently twirling a hoof around, giggling quietly as Carrot's leg twitched. He blew steam from his nose, trying his hardest to be prepared to focus on the next customer when he arrived. Hopefully there wouldn't be another, and he could just try to practice his poker face while his wife toyed with him. Profanity of all kinds played in his head towards the pony that was about to order food. He just had to interrupt, that ass.

"I know you don't want me to stop, because you could've just left if you wanted to…" She whispered, and Carrot seized as she kissed his tip. Cup pulled away, her slightly dry lips sticking to him a little as she retreated. He twitched, heaving out a breath that luckily didn't make his vocal cords rumble. He could easily be a dead giveaway, and Cup knew it.

"I thought this was supposed to be some sort of celebration." He whispered down, his voice shaking. "Not a punishment."

"I can't let you have too much fun right away." Cup replied, rubbing her cheek against his tip. "Plus, you'll thank me when I let you go over the edge. Makes you go crazy if I tease you beforehand anyway."

"Yeah, but not-" His eyes widened, and he looked at the closely approaching patron. He felt his arousal sink to the back of his mind for a second, legitimate fear replacing it. Was he covered by this counter? Was it obvious? He couldn't look, because that would just draw attention. Fuck shit fuck. "Can I help you?"

"Just a coffee." The pony said, and Carrot heaved a sigh of relief, that turned into a groan. He coughed, covering his mouth with his hoof.

"Terribly sorry." Carrot said, his voice wavering just slightly. He poured out a cup and handed it to the pony, taking two bits in return. Cup seemed to sense his sudden lagging erection, giving it some harder strokes to coax it back to full hardness, which at that point, wasn't tough at all. Only a few seconds later, he felt her mouth wrap around his length, and had the foresight to make his exclamation of pleasure look like another cough. Muscles in his back quivered, and he thrust forwards a couple inches. Cup retreated the same number, and Carrot allowed himself to fall back into place. It wasn't comfortable when the edge of the counter was digging into his belly anyway.

She was taking her time, only allowing in the first inch of his dick to play around with. Her tongue spun around the head, leaving sweet tingles of pleasure in its wake. Carrot's back was shaking, and he couldn't get it to stop. He felt like he was about to explode, even more than before, and yet knew he was still a ways from an orgasm. He couldn't seem to tell his own pleasure, and that was exactly how Cup wanted him to feel. Easing him up only to let his arousal linger and fall back just left him in a perpetual state of near-release that only ended when Cup wanted it to.

Whenever they had sex, she always seemed to find a way to keep him from trying to stop and conserve himself. It wasn't any fun, she said. Ruins the moment, she said. He barely even got out a warning anymore, and if she wasn't the most devoted wife he could hope to have, he'd have assumed that she had somepony else to practice on. He thrust lightly at her, and she jerked backwards, giggling.

"At least wait 'till I get going." Cup whispered, returning to his length. She didn't take it inside her mouth, instead opting to lick it like a piece of hard candy. She only barely licked his head, tapering off just as the lines of pleasure started to make him pulse. Her hooves made their way up the backs of his legs, finding a spot on his rump where they stayed, pulling and pressing at his cheeks. Cup massaged his rump, stealing his attention away before she began to stimulate his dick with even more devotion, shifting his mind again. She kissed one part of the rim of his flared head, sliding herself around the top half as her nose puffed hot air along the rest of his pulsating length.

Carrot laid his head on his hoof, hoping that he looked tired and a bit bored. His breathing and blush easily gave him away, though he could at least keep it quiet. Cup took a hoof off his ass, carefully using it to fondle his testicles. She released his length from her mouth, pulling a testicle into her maw and gently sucking on the orb. She did the same with the other a moment later, and he realized with a light groan what she was doing. If she kept his balls from pulling as close to his body, he lasted a bit longer. He wouldn't have known if she hadn't taken the time to find out, but he was glad she had. Even after all these years, Carrot couldn't exactly say he expected to last very long. He never had with Cup, even though he seemed to remember having some good stamina with a couple mares before her. That wasn't to say he was overly fast, but Cup seemed to improve at the same pace his endurance did.

And she was probably the only wife to ever look flattered when he came early the very first time. God, he could still remember her face when she- "Ah!"

He turned his exclamation into mumbles as she took him in her mouth once again, humming to herself lightly, in that sing-song voice that he'd fallen in love with. Carrot looked up and perused the customers, mostly sitting quietly and eating. None were paying any attention to him. Cup pulled off, and Carrot heard her giggle once again. "You can't say this isn't an awesome morning." She gloated, returning to her work only to stop a moment later. "But what's a good beginning without a great ending?"

She gripped his hips again, pulling herself slowly down to his gut in one slow motion, and Carrot almost busted a nut right there. He could feel her inhale against his stomach hair, and he could swear his pupils dilated. He let out a soundless, staccato set of breaths, though he couldn't care less about noise at that point if he had made any. Her throat was moving around him, giving him a burning urge to come that he just couldn't fulfill. He felt stuck right on the edge, and even though he knew Cup wasn't waiting for him to beg, he would have. She was on her A-game. Apparently it wasn't just him setting records today.

Cup pulled almost all the way off, back to her lips in one fast stroke. With a grunt and his shaking knees, Carrot felt it coming, burning to get out. He pulsed. His arms tried to find some purchase on the smooth counter as his small thrust was met with Cup's nose again. He came, hard, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Cup never flinched, only teasing his shaft with her tongue as he erupted into her mouth. She drew little circles on his lower back with a hoof, swallowing against his length. He couldn't count the number of times he contracted, mostly because he couldn't seem to remember what numbers were.

Carrot heaved out a heavy breath, feeling the pleasure coarse through him. His legs tingled and shook, only helped by Cup's stroking, which almost told them to go ahead. He slowly came down, his dick still resting comfortably inside Cup's mouth. She continued to slowly lick at him as he shrank and enjoyed the afterglow, continuing to hug her hooves around him. He could hardly believe that had just happened. It seemed almost like he was still asleep, and that this had been something that could only play out so perfectly in a fantasy or a wet dream. But Cup had just decided on a whim to do it.

Nothing with Cup ever felt like lust. Whenever she did anything sexual with him, it only felt like a way of saying that she loved him. She just seemed to- he couldn't even explain it, but maybe that was a good thing. He felt the same way, and it was why he loved her.

He raised his head, looking at a pony. The fact that he was there didn't register for a minute, as Carrot continued to bask in the gentle warmth that came after such a session. Wait, that was it. There was always something there. Something deeper. Cup wasn't repaying a favor, and he knew she didn't expect anything in return. She just wanted to show her love, in her own funny way. She got the enjoyment from seeing him this way, and that meant something. If she wasn't so loud, he would've done the same in a heartbeat.

"You okay?" The pony asked, and Carrot jumped, trying to make himself presentable in a hurry.

"Yeah." The baker replied, his voice sounding raw. He licked his lips and tried to moisten up his mouth. "Yeah. What can I get you?"

"Just a cupcake." He responded, pointing to the one he wanted. Carrot grabbed it and handed it over. Cup was still playing with him, and with a quiet giggle from her under the counter, Cup made up his mind. He grabbed the sign he was working on from earlier, wrote a fifteen on it, and nearly embedded it into the counter.

He took a couple steps back from the counter and grabbed Cup, dragging her along the floor before she could protest, and into the room behind their kitchen. She got to her hooves quickly and grinned. Her hoof poked into his chest.

"It's been a while since you came that hard." She teased matter-of-factly. "I didn't know I still had it in me."

"You're way too good at this stuff to just be the baker's wife." Carrot said with a grin, leaning forwards to kiss her. He pulled away a second later. "Like I'd let you have the last laugh anyway." He muttered huskily, before he turned their contact more heated. Carrot pushed at her, keeping an eye on the chair behind her as Cup was only too happy to oblige him.

With a sudden lift of his fore hooves against her chest, he flipped her backwards into the armchair, her marehood coming into clear view. Carrot leaned forwards, pressing the side of his hoof into her folds as he kissed her again, pushing the back of the chair into a reclined position with his other hoof. Cup moaned, a welcome sound to Carrot's ears.

She pushed his hoof from her folds, pulling him into her with an arm around his back. "I'm sooooo past foreplay right now, Carrot." She said, nuzzling her cheek against his. "It's not like your little show wasn't arousing as hell anyway."

Carrot grinned, lining himself up as he rested a hoof behind her neck. He realized with a bit of a laugh that he didn't even need to look, that he was so used to his wife's body to know where to aim. And yet, as the years went by, they never grew bored of each other, or allowed their love to become any less than it was when it began. His tip bumped against her hot folds, pressing them slowly apart. He felt Cup clench, trying to pull him inside. He pulsated, but didn't let her attempts change his pace. He continued to press inside, bottoming out a few long seconds later. She was like a slippery, pleasurable oven.

"Carrot…" Cup trailed off, but he silenced her with a kiss, pushing her head backwards into the chair.

"We've got fifteen minutes." Carrot mumbled as he pushed his forehead to hers, pushing in again. "Why don't we just enjoy it?" Cup tried to protest, but was cut off as her husband leaned forwards for another kiss. It wasn't ravenous, or forceful. It was loving and gentle, and it felt right. Cup felt herself calm down, the idea of a rut suddenly sounding like a lot less fun. She would just be a hypocrite if she ignored her own advice, anyway.

Carrot didn't remove his mouth from his wife's, slowly continuing his kissing as he thrust inside again, filling her tunnel to the brim, only to retreat and do it again. He felt Cup shudder, reacting to his every move as her legs tightened around his hips, the fur of her thighs rubbing against his sides. He didn't want to tease her, and he wouldn't. He could aim for fifteen minutes, and make every single one of them enjoyable. Just like she knew how to make him squirm, he could do the same to her.

Cup pushed against him as he thrust, grinding her hips against his as they met and making the most out of one movement. He snaked his hooves behind her back, drawing her chest tightly against his own. Cup never tried to end the kiss, only moaning lightly into Carrot's mouth whenever he thrust into her just right. He would pull out slowly, only to move in a little faster, pushing at a different part of her with the same results. She finally broke the kiss, letting her forehead rest against her husband's. He stopped fully sheathed, and she could feel every part of him, his heartbeat playing through her like the base line of faint music. Carrot ground himself in little circles, enjoying the feeling of complete union as much as his wife.

"It's just like our… honeymoon." She recalled, and Carrot remembered in a flash. "And to think that after all these years, we still love each other like we did back then." Her breath caught, but she still got a small giggle out, pulling herself more tightly against him.

"I was thinking the same thing… a minute ago." Carrot chuckled dryly back, holding himself inside her for a couple more seconds before he started to pull out, every one of the bumps and nuances of her tunnel pushing him closer to the edge. "You're still just as-mmm as pretty, by the way." He continued.

Cup moaned softly, a laugh coming off the end of the noise. "You're supposed to-ooh play that card when you want sex, not while we're-ah, having it."

Carrot only shook his head with a grin, rejoining them in a kiss. He glanced at the clock and sped up slightly, feeling Cup's walls clench around him ever tighter. She was close, and if she didn't keep getting tighter, he would be first.

Carrot gritted his teeth, pulling away from the kiss as he did so. He usually lasted longer, but he felt so sensitive from the time they'd just had, not to mention the fact that memories of the arousing experience kept playing though his head. He could hardly even control himself from the beginning of this, not to mention now.

"I'm so close." Cup breathed, and she clenched herself around him, her hooves tightening around his back. Her muscles were all twitching, massaging him in that way that only she could. She restarted the kiss, moving a hoof from his shoulders to the back of his head, her other resting on his haunches. The side of her lower hoof was pleasurably petting his back hair, she same kind of reassuring touch that had driven Carrot crazy only minutes before. He felt her begin to come as she let out a drawn out moan into his mouth, her tongue going partially limp. She tightened against his length, and with a final few thrusts Carrot joined in. Cup moaned a little louder into the kiss, keeping her hips moving ever so slightly against his completely sheathed member and drawing the few spurts he had left from his body.

"Aah!" Carrot exclaimed, shaking on top of her. His hug tightened for a moment before he loosened himself up again, breathing heavily as he broke the kiss and began to come down.

Cup was the first to lean back, smiling at him with her clearly tired face. She touched at her belly between them, rubbing her hoof in a small circle. "That's still the best feeling of all this." She said, cooing as Carrot carefully pulled out. "It's so warm." Carrot nuzzled against her, his eyelids feeling heavy. "How many minutes was that?" Cup asked.

Carrot chuckled. "Thirteen." He let out a long sigh. Cup helped him onto the chair with her, giggling at how spent he looked. "I don't think they'd mind if we cuddled for four more, do you?" She asked, gently wrapping her arms around his form and kissing his cheek.

"Let's make it seven." Carrot replied, meeting Cup's lips once again.

Author's Note

I think this turned out well. Or maybe it didn't. I dunno. Leave a verdict.