Sweet Seat

by Lasthorizon

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Sex, Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3201

So basically, he wants the ass, and he wants it bad. But he couldn't simply move on her given the circumstances, so maybe... she'll move on him?

So basically, he wants the ass, and he wants it bad, but obtaining it seems like nothing but a distant dream. He couldn't simply move on her given the circumstances, so maybe... she'll move on him?

Published 2014-05-04 01:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-04 01:50:03 UTC

Sweet Seat

A howling wind created an unusual chill in the April afternoon. A light gray pony scampered through the crowds of the town square, navigating his way to the next step of his routine: getting out of the cold and into the warmth of the extraordinarily decorated sugarcube corner, a place he commonly went to after a long day of work. The aroma of the pastries gripped his nostrils, practically lifting his body on its own towards the coming shop.

Once there, he entered cheerfully with a gridlocked smile. Familiar bells clattered indicating a passing from the dismal afternoon outdoors to the colt’s long yearned haven. The sound of the piercing wind abruptly ceased. Readily standing at the front desk was a heavyset blue mare he had come to acquaint himself with. She wore a pink and gold vest with gumball earrings, her pale crimson hair brilliantly swirled up. The two smiled simultaneously as he approached the mare and rested his hoof on the counter in a casual manner.

“Nice to see you again Clover, what can I do for you today?” said the mare.

“Hello Mrs. Cake, the usual dozen.”

“Already have it done,” she said in a clerically chipper tone.

Clover reached his muzzle into the bag strapped on his shoulder and threw out several bits, in the process, striking a very swift glance at Mrs. Cake walking away. As quick as it was, he could see the full bevy of her plot, something he had long ago taken notice of quite a while ago. Fearing he would get caught, he never kept himself affixed. She was married after all, as well as a genuinely nice pony, offending her would be the last thing he wanted to do. Nevertheless a quick look was enough to keep her active in his mind. If any mare in Ponyville could make him shoot at a mere thought, it was her.

She arrived back, carrying a box of exactly a dozen lime muffins, his favorite.

“That’ll be fifteen bits,” she said.

Clover slid the already dispensed change across the counter, taking the box in return. He gave a smile and nodded her goodbye. While walking to the door, a light metallic sound caused him to take a brief look back; one of the coins had fallen to the floor. Mrs. Cake bended over to retrieve it but accidentally jolted it further under an oven.

Now was his opportunity, as crude as it seemed to be, he simply couldn’t resist. He gazed his eyes upon the fantastic plot, bent over, and in all its magnificent adiposity. Its width, its roundness, its soft invitingness, it made his hooves tremble, so much so that his box dropped off his back. He imagined himself advancing towards it, placing his hooves on her soft chub, and giving her crack a nice, slobbering lick.

In a split second, he diverted his eyes as Mrs. Cake turned around, somewhat glowering, and placed the retrieved change in the cash register. Feeling ashamed of himself, and under the possibility she had seen him, Clover turned to walk out the door, taking a few brisk steps before being halted with the sound of her sweet voice.

“Wait dear.”

Tentatively, he turned his head to face her.

“Y-yes Mrs. Cake?”

The smile had returned to her. “I was wondering, since my husband tells me you’re a frequent customer, we have a position in shipping and storing, why don’t you come over and help us sometime? You know… if you have the time.”

Clover paused, the question was sudden, and an undesirable offer. He had no desire to think it over at the moment either.

“Um, t-thanks for the offer Mrs. Cake, but I already have a job.” He nervously shifted his eyes.

“It’s just a part-time thing, you can come after hours,” she said quickly, with a trace of rashness. Shifting his eyes again to face her, Clover noticed her smile was much bigger, eyes wide and glimmering.

“Um… I’ll think about it, I promise.” He gave a sheepish smile while snaking his way to the door.

“Well okay then…” Her eyes drooped, her smile slightly faded. “Have a nice day!”

Clover scurried out the door and back into the cold streets. Despite the commotion, his thoughts could not get away from what had just transpired. It was a heavenly fixation, quite like nothing he had seen in years, and then there was her strange behavior. Soon he realized he had to walk rather odd due to the recently obtained boner. It would sometimes flail and hit the insides of his hind legs when he bumped into another pony, making the whole situation feel more awkward. Just get home, he thought, relief would wash it away.

As much as Clover hated the strenuous work days; he felt fine satisfaction settle in his mind at having carried forth his cutie mark. He made himself a bath, cummed, nearly fell asleep afterwards, and later cooked his self a nice meal. When finished, he went for desert, but to his dismay, he realized that he dropped the cupcakes at the shop. It was a disappointment and a waste of money, some cookies would suffice nonetheless.

Having his last bite of the crunchy sweet, he reclined in his cushioned couch chair and allowed his head to wander through the events of the day and plans for tomorrow. In his particularly bored moments, he would allow his mind to wander to more wanton desires. He could feel the urge build up in his groin every time he thought of a slightly glanced mare at work, or a cute filly he had seen by the market. Every time though, after maneuvering through every fetish, every scenario in the maze of his desires, it would come back to the voluptuous baker. She kept him up at night, her wonderful smile and her massive, round, cushiony ass. His thoughts would consist of squeezing, licking, kissing, and burying his self in the two spectacular buns of flesh. The thoughts of such would blow his load like nothing else. For the last hour or so, his thoughts were only about her.

He laid back, straightening his eyes on a spot on the ceiling and slowly began stroking his hardening cock. Dreamy situations traversed in his mind, she would just come bursting in his bedroom one day and lay her lovely, large ass on his face, or maybe a lap dance, occasionally brushing her chubbiness on his chest or against his cock. He drifted off more and more to his carnal paradise, each stroke bolstering his bliss greater. At last, he was fully relaxed, ready to relish in the rest of his day.

At least until a knocking at the door interrupted him. It startled him at first. No one ever visited him, save for the mailpony. He took a second to calm down and soften himself. Perhaps it actually was the mailpony, maybe dropping off a missed package, but then the knocking came again.

Grumbling, he lagged his way to the door. Opening it, he saw the blue mare herself. She was holding a basket in her mouth, her expression warm. With pleasant surprise, he greeted her hello and motioned to come in.

“A nice surprise seeing you here today Mrs. Cake, how can I help you?”

“Oh I just came by to drop off these cupcakes,” she said after setting the basket on the floor, “the ones I gave you at the bakery were splattered on the floor for some reason, so I just thought I’d make you a new batch, I know how much you like them.”

“W-wow thanks, You didn’t really have to do this,” he said, the abruptness of the situation leaving him rather nervous, “let me just go get my bits.”

“Oh that won’t be necessary, consider it a gift.”

“A-a gift? Okay.” He took the blanket cover off the basket and saw a dozen neatly placed, creamy lime cupcakes, looking even better than before. “I-I don’t really know what I did to deserve it.”

“Well for being such a wonderful customer of course! You’ve came in every week, carrying so much anxiety and stress from your day, but then you just lift it all up when you enter the shop. Not to mention how much of a… pleasure it is to see you.”

“Oh, well… thank you,” he said rather quizzically, “thank you very much Mrs. Cake.”

“No problem sweetie,” she said with a grin, “I’ll just be going now.”

She turned and began walking out the door only to stop half way. Turning around, a troubled expression marking her face, she approached Clover who was already bent over and digging at the basket.

“Oh dear, it appears I dropped one of my earring’s, you don’t mind if I… try to look for it do you?”

“Huh? Oh of course not, let me help.”

Clover’s heart beat slightly faster, her presence seemed to excite him, also agitate him a little. This was the mare he was masturbating to a few moments ago, and looking at her again only resurfaced what he was trying to repress at the moment. He strolled around the front of the room, searched under the doorway and under a few tables, but found no luck. At least it looked like he was trying. Sighing, he peered over to see how Mrs. Cake was doing.

The first thing’s that entered his vision were the two large globs of flesh that were her posterior sticking up in the air. Clovers eyes widened and his blood ran hot as what he was witnessing enrolled in his mind. He couldn’t take his eyes off them; it was as if her butt has become a magical object that was clasped to his brain. His head followed as it would move to the left and right as she repositioned herself. The thoughts from earlier flowed back to him, he wanted to dive in there, to relish ever micrometer of her tantalizing ass. If only he could just feel it, just a touch, a mere poke was all he needed. Sometime, it crossed him how similar the situation was to earlier.

A light drop on the floor made him grimace and heave back to reality. It was now that he realized he was drooling, and now that he realized she was staring at him the whole time. Part of her head was blocked by her shoulder, her glistening rose eyes still clearly visible though, and her cheeks slightly red.

“Oh my, getting too… excited, now aren’t we?”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes shifted slightly downward to the erect cock pointing at her. Looking down himself, Clover gasped and tried to cross his legs in shame. Fully anticipating a barrage, he was surprised to see her simply turn and continue the search.

“Oh I think I’ve found it dear, it’s pretty far up there. I might need a little push.”

Clover stood silent, heart now beating rapidly. He wanted to move forward, but the shock of her suggestion kept him in place.

“Come and help me dear,” said Mrs. Cake in as normal fashion as possible, judging by the way she swayed her hips shortly afterwards, there were more sensual undertones to her plea. As her words registered in his mind, Clover resolved such an opportunity could not be passed. He wasn’t an idiot, unable to see her whorish coquetry, but he sure wasn’t chaste either. He slowly progressed toward her and within seconds he was standing before the mountainous rump. The width of it was longer than his arm. The smooth roundness of it gave her backside an appetizing curvaceousness like no other. This was his fantasy, his dreams, what he’d just been jerking to. Leaning in, he lifted one hoof and placed it on her right cheek, causing it to sink an inch into the warm soft flesh. Then the other hoof. Her ass felt warm and pillowy. Up close it looked round and filling, a perfectly morphed anterior, just as he imagined it.

“Try to push a little harder dear.”

Clover put his full body weight on his two front hooves, making them sink deeper in her plump rump, the doughy flesh almost morphing itself around them. His face was mere inches away from her crevice. He took audibly deep breaths to possibly catch a scent. Never before had his mind been so affixed and confused. He could have sworn he had the hardest boner of his whole life.

“I think I may have it, it’s a little caught to something.”

Clover focused only on the roundaceous ass in front of him. No sound, no other sight, it was the only thing in the world to him, the only thing he could possibly want.

“And. I. Think. I’ve. Almost.” Cake began to shuffle backwards. “Got it!”

With a tremendous pull she flew back, nearly hitting Clover in the face, his muzzle managing to brush the sides of her hips. Cake landed on her bottom a few feet away. Laughing, she gathered herself up and re-attached the recovered earring. Clover himself was having trouble hauling back to reality.

“Thank you so much for your help! How about for compensation you keep all the sweets for free?”

“F-for free? W-well I already thought they were… Uh, thanks!”

“No need to thank me,” said Mrs. Cake with a smile. With that she promptly turned to walk out the door.

Clover couldn’t help but feel disappointed. It was similar to what happened earlier at the bakery, very similar. Whether it was planned or spontaneous didn’t matter, she was on to something, she had the hots for him. He wanted her to go farther, but that was asking too much. He got much more than a mere touch, and it was satisfying. It was certainly an experience he’d clop to later, or perhaps, immediately.

Noticing the door had yet to be closed, he turned around and saw the large glutes again, now at least a foot away from his face. Before a response could be made, Mrs. Cake reared herself backwards, her enormous derriere cramming his head into the wall. Clover struggled to understand at first under the heavy cushions, trying to get out a muffled sentence.

“Whatmh are youhm doing?”

“I’m giving you the sweets for free, remember?” Savoring in every bit of fun she was having, she started grinding his face with her plush tush, enjoying the moist warmth of his mouth as it struggled for words on her mare bits.

“But what about youmm husmamd?”

“Oh don’t worry about him sweetie, I locked all the doors.” Before another response could be made, she tightened her thighs; further enclosing his face in her heavenly cheeks.

Clover put his front hooves on her rear in a half-hearted attempt to push her off, this soon turned into a process of kneading, squeezing and spreading at every opportunity to further engorge his self. He began sticking his tongue to lap at whatever he could possibly come across, occasionally getting a lick at the muff or the ring, completely reveling in the taste and scent of her sweat and juice.

Just as instant as it had come, it was over. The momentum Clover gained pushing caused him to fall flat on the ground when she moved forward. He was left disappointed and in a drooling mess. He tried desperately to soothe his lust by masturbating, in such a trance it would have taken him mere seconds to cum.

“Yoo-hoo.”

Clovers attention dragged upwards. On the couch, about ten feet away, Cake was leaning over, tail up, presenting herself. Her cheeks so filled that rather than her private parts, only a long crevice could be seen, inside it, the sweet parts that were once on his face.

“Pound me dear.”

He approached in a daze of obedience. The world gained a dreamlike quality; he didn’t feel his hooves touch the floor, heard no other sound than his heartbeat, and not a single thought but of the baker’s lovely, prodigious rear.

Now upfront, he leaned his head to lick one of the plump cheeks. His tongue glided across the light, soft fur, starting fairly outside and going slowly into the chasm between the cheeks. As he licked the inner walls and went deeper near the entrance, he found to his slight surprise that he could not reach his goal without forcing nearly his entire muzzle in. Now, almost encased in her astonishingly plump cheeks, he searched with his tongue once more for the prize, but soon discovered that his nose had touched it first. Strangely, another wave of lust suddenly hit him. He slightly shifted his head and proceeded to inhale a deep breath, taking in the full scent of her puckered ass without repulsion. Mrs. Cake tensed herself in surprise.

“Ooh, you dirty little colt.”

Clover pulled his face out and stepped up on the couch, rested his hooves on her back, and in a spur of frenzy, he inserted his stiffened member between her two gigantic cheeks, feeling the corpulent skin as it slid on the sides of his shaft. Upon finding the backside entrance, he pushed in with mighty vigor. The pace was initially quick, and with no objections from Mrs. Cake, it quickened more. A loud slapping noise was heard as his hips pounded against her ponderous profusion of an ass. Although faced with some resistance, his precum managed to provide as an adequate lubricant. Her moans and lively shouts fueled him greater as second by second the pressure inside him grew.

In what must have only been a minute, Clover felt his climax approach. With one great thrust, a tidal wave of orgasmic fury descended upon him. It was greater, more powerful than what any fantasy could induce. It came sputtering out, so much so that it almost felt he was urinating the cum. It provided a new slickness to his fucking, which stopped shortly thereafter.

“D-did you enjoy that dear?”

Clover gave a hazed approval in response. He got off the couch and stepped back to see his work. A line of white fluid was running down the inner side of her cleft. Still standing on the couch, Cake reached her hoof under herself and began massaging her dripping vagina.

“I-I’m gonna burst soon,” she said panting, ravaging her own pussy, “d-drink it." Clover immediately placed his head under her cunt, mouth wide open. Within seconds, the mare's juices were ejaculated into his mouth, some spraying onto his face. He wallowed in its taste and smell; it was new and peculiar, something he had only imagined before.

After squeezing out a few more drops for the colt, the baker collapsed on the couch, still dripping the musky fluid. She looked back to Clover who was furiously rubbing himself and cumming a second time. The two faced and shared a brief smile, no clear connection, but definite satisfaction. Shortly afterwards, Mrs. Cake drifted off to sleep. Clover laid his head on one of her soft cheeks, patted it as his pillow, and gave it one long, sweet kiss before falling into slumber himself.