The Corruption of The Ponyville Baker

Carrot sighed heavily to himself. It was starting to get late, as evidence by the sun’s slow descent over the horizon. Carrot fanned himself a little with his green t-shirt that he was sporting, cursing himself because he knew that he had only himself to blame for the late hour. His mother and his wife had reprimanded many times for his procrastination, but never had he allowed them to sink in.

Sighing one last time, he knocked on the wooden door of a cottage that was located a little out of town. Hopefully she’s in, Carrot thought to himself before immediately regretting it for potentially jinxing himself. Well, if she wasn’t it, he supposed he could just let himself in and wait for her there. It would not really make a difference to him.

Passing through the trees that was dotted with dozens of birdhouses served as a reminder of how much of an animal lover Fluttershy was, and he wondered if they would get in his way at all. The bunch of animals that Fluttershy harbored were notoriously smart, especially the one bunny that Pinkie had told him about that was never far behind the yellow pony. It would definitely complicate matters as far as he was concerned, and the word ‘complicate’ was not a welcome verb in his dictionary.

Reaching into his jeans pocket, he fished out a tiny little scrap of paper to examine, and the word ‘Angel’ was scrawled in bright, pink letters. Carrot scoffed. How difficult could one rabbit be? It was the bear that had him the most worried. Indeed, when comparing a large, grizzly bear to a tiny bunny, it’s funny to think that someone would be more afraid of the bunny.

The door opened, but it was not who he was expecting. Standing at the entrance, was none other than Angel himself, looking none too pleased. One of his paws held the door open, but it was only a crack and it was almost impossible to get a peek inside. He had a paw on his hip, stamping his rabbit feet impatiently and gazing at Carrot with an annoyed look.

“Um,” Carrot said simply. He was at a lost for words. Carrot would never admit this to anyone, but he definitely felt a cold sweat form on his brow as he continued to stare at the bunny that only reached to his knee. Despite the difference in size, Angel bunny continued to glower at him, making him more and more uneasy.

He needed to get rid of this ‘thing’, immediately.

Click

His fingers snapped, but it didn’t have the results he wanted. Angel bunny cocked his head curiously, but otherwise maintained his miffed expression. Carrot mentally reprimanded himself. He did not count on his powers to not extend to animals too, but in hindsight, he should have seen it coming, or at least experimented a little.

Carrot had to say something, anything, to get rid of this little menace, but a voice from within interrupted before he could speak. “Angel? Who’s there?”

Angel winced, before begrudgingly turning around and making some elaborate hand gestures that would only leave Carrot perplexed.

“Then let him in, lease. It’s rude to leave a guest waiting outside the front door.”

More elaborate hand gestures followed, more insistent this time, as he argued, presumably against it.

“Then I’ll just greet whoever it is outside. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The door then opened wide to reveal the caretaker that was responsible for all the animals here. Angel looked like he wanted to protest, but the door closed on him before he could, and Carrot cheered a little inside. All he needed was a little alone time with Fluttershy.

“Hello, Mr. Cake. I didn’t expect you here,” Fluttershy said with a smile. “I’m sorry about Angel bunny, he just takes some time to warm up to ponies he’s never met before,” she said apologetically, before adding under her breath, “And then some.”

Carrot didn’t hear the last part, but decided not to pursue it. “That’s quite alright, Fluttershy,” he said, though he felt sorry for the yellow pony. Taking care of a bunny like that would no doubt be handful.

Fluttershy smiled again under that curtain of pink hair. “I hope you don’t mind, but the house is a little crowded right now. It was just lunchtime, and most of my animal friends are still inside.”

Carrot groaned internally as she said that. This is as complicated as it gets. He needed to think of a way so that they would not be interrupted. He scratched his head in frustration, his baker’s hat noticeably absent as he searched for it unknowingly as a source of comfort.

“Um…” Fluttershy interjected timidly, unsure if she should interrupt the perplexed baker.

A thought occurred to him. Of course! The answer was right in front of him. Fluttershy!

He lunged towards the yellow pegasus, eliciting an unexpected ‘meep’ from her, before he grabbed her face with both his hands. Holding her face steadily in place, he moved his own face just inches away from Fluttershy’s. Her heart was beating fast as the stallions face continued to move closer, just centimeters now, and she nearly passed out from the sudden exertion.

She was scared, terrified, even of the stallion that held her. She wanted to scream, or run, or do something, but the fear that gripped her heart paralysed her, and her feet would stubbornly refuse to move, firmly rooted to the ground.

Still stunned, he pushed a thumb into her mouth, which she opened absentmindedly. She wanted to bite down so badly, but Carrot’s gaze held Fluttershy’s firmly, draining her will to fight back. His eyes flashed red for a moment in a way that could not be perceived as anything but sinister.

His own mouth parted, and Fluttershy’s chest tightened as he moved in closer as if to kiss her. Never in her life did she think that her first kiss would be stolen, and by someone she knew fairly well either. His mouth moved closer and closer, until the slightest movement on her part would cause their lips to touch, feel his warm breath on her own tongue, and then, nothing.

For a while, nothing seemed to happen, until a black, formless smoke escaped from Carrot’s open muzzle, and entered Fluttershy’s. The feeling could not be described as one of comfort, but it was not entirely unpleasant. The sensation left Fluttershy breathless, as she slowly started to feel her body relax. Her eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head and she slumped over, seemingly lifeless.

Carrot also followed suit, standing lifelessly with a blank look in his eyes.

And then Fluttershy stirred, with a smirk that was alien on the pegasus’ features. “Perfect,” she hissed triumphantly.

“Just stay here,” she said to the lifeless form of the baker, before slipping inside her own home, where she was greeted by the sight of dozens of animals, big and small, and they were all staring at her.

“Hello,” she said, a sense of unfamiliarity in her voice that cause Angel’s nose to twitch suspiciously. He glared at her accusingly, demanding answers with his silent glare.

Crap, she thought to herself. She needed to try harder. Thinking, a whole slew of memories came gushing forth, her past and present, and dreams for the future, were all laid out to her. It was almost overwhelming as she fought to steady herself at this new barrage of information.

This is not going to help, she thought with a groan. She needed a way to get rid of all the animals in the room. Narrowing her search, she looked for ways to which best deal with a situation like this. Some way that would make all the animals listen and do as she says.

She found it, and the answer should not have surprised her. The only way that she could make all of her animals listen to her, Angel included, was through the use of her rather infamous Stare.

The thought alone brought forth a bevy of negative thoughts. Reluctance, regret, guilt, all mixed into a melding pot of horrible memories. It was clear that she hated using it, and only used when she thought that there was not an option anymore.

But I digress, the intruder in her mind supplied. This was what she needed! Carrot Cake had the power to control ponies, but Fluttershy has the power to control animals! This was the extension of her power she needed.

Smiling triumphantly, she dug deep within herself, and memories of the times of when she used the Stare came bubbling forth. She put those memories into action, opening her eyes wide, exuding an aura of authority.

Immediately, the animals folded their ears as they’re introduced to the Stare. Reduced to a compliant state, Fluttershy proceeded to give her commands.

“We have a guest at our door, and I would like all of you to leave for now,” she said with a tone that invited no argument. “Please,” she added as an afterthought, as her conscience would seemingly not stop bugging her if she didn’t.

They complied, even Angel, as they filed out the back door in a quick but orderly fashion. Before long, the room was cleared out and animal free. Smiling in satisfaction, she walked back to the stallion at her front door. Opening it, she expected to see the lifeless form of the yellow stallion, but nearly had a panic attack by what he was greeted with.

“Um, hello? Fluttershy?” the faux-Carrot asked.

‘Fluttershy’ gaped like a fish, too stunned to talk.

‘Carrot’ looked around, worried. “What am I doing here?” he said before his gaze fell on the sun that had descended over the horizon. “Good heavens, what time is it?!” he exclaimed, alarmed. “I need to get back to Sugarcube Corner! Sorry Fluttershy, I gotta ru-”

Click.

Carrot stopped dead in his tracks and nearly fell over from the momentum. His eyes, unfocused, stared at nothing in particular as his jaw fell, hanging loosely, a blank expression.

Fluttershy stared intently at ‘Carrot’, still trying to process what had happened. Many questions ran through her mind, but the main one was: If I’m over here, then who is over there?

Perhaps it was the remains of his consciousness from before? Or a split personality? He really didn’t stop to check when she last did this with Pinkie Pie. This was really unexpected.

She thought about it long and hard. After what seemed like hours, Fluttershy finally came to a conclusion. A delectably intriguing conclusion indeed. She closed the door on the motionless stallion, and made her way upstairs and into her room.

Entering it, she was greeted with sights that were alien to her yet incredibly familiar to her as well. It perpetuated a strange sense of deja vu that was mind bendingly bizarre. After taking a few moments to steady herself, she took note of this new/old room.

There was a simple, but comfortable looking bed against the wall, and a study located next to it. There was a fireplace on another side of the room, to which she guessed was an extension of the chimney she saw below. There was a trunk at the foot of the bed, filled with all kinds of knick knacks and toys that were usually reserved for when the CMC would visit, though it has not been used by them in years.

There was a wardrobe in the far corner of the room with a full body mirror right next to it. Walking towards it, she took a look at herself for the first time today. Generous amounts of light poured from the open window, making the reflection in the mirror positively grow. Though her mind was shy to admit, she was absolutely beautiful.

Her hand ran through the long, cascading hair, silky, and smooth to the touch. She inched forward in the mirror, and brought her face close, staring intently at it as if it was her first time examining it. She cupped her cheek, feeling the soft bristles on her skin tickle her senses, fascinated.

She knew that she didn’t have the luxury of spending forever here, the bakery still called to her, so she moved on. Her gaze moved downwards, taking note of the clothes she wore: a green blouse with a modest, pink skirt. Upon closer inspection, her cutie mark was emblazoned on one side of it.

Her eyes soon fixed on her bust, and the aches on her shoulders made themselves known. It was definitely larger than average, at least, from what she could tell. Picking through the memories, she realised that growing up, she had had many insecurities, and her bust was a major one. She had been a lanky pegasus growing up, and that singled her out and made her an easy target for bullies.

She shook her head at the thought. The word alone was enough to bring up a lot of bad memories, something that she did not need right now.

She grabbed the hem of her blouse, the excitement returning to her in gusto. She pulled the garment over her, her hair getting in the way and causing some slight pain as she tugged on it forcefully.

Finally free from their confines, her breasts bounced free, and a spike of pain ran through her body, causing her to yelp.

“Careful, Carrot,” she cursed under her breath. It wasn’t her first time in a mare’s body, in more ways than one, but she had not gotten used to it yet.

Looking in the mirror rendered her speechless. There, standing in the mirror, was Fluttershy, face flushed and hair frazzled. Her breasts were practically spilling out of their confines, and she was clearly wearing a bra that was two sizes too small.

She needed to get out of it. She hadn’t realized how uncomfortable it was. It was a new sensation, and the adrenaline that coursed through her at the time clouded her senses, and she was much too numb to feel the discomfort. Looking at it now, it was difficult to fathom how she could have ignored it for as long as she did.

It was purple. Lacy. Sexy, though she hardly wore it with anyone in mind. It was just another ordinary bra for her, given to her by a friend. Although she was thoroughly embarrassed, she did not fail to notice the little wink that accompanied the little gift.

She was grateful, of course, but she did not appreciate her friend poking her nose into her love life.

She undid the straps with relative ease, relying on the muscle memory of her new body. Immediately, she felt release. Her breasts popped open, before finally settling due to gravity. She exhaled heavily, and rolled her still painfully stiff shoulders. She loved big breasts, but she didn’t know that it came with such a downside. She gained a new respect for all the mares that had large busts.

Scratch that, big boobs are awesome and she did not care for the pain. Her eyes widened, and her pupils shrunk to pinpricks at the sight of the figure standing in front of her.

Her boobs, while large, were still undeniably perky. She grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed gently, eliciting a moan from herself. She gasped and closed her mouth with an audible clack of her teeth.

Embarrassed and in disbelief, she could not believe that something so undeniably feminine had just escaped her lips. Oddly enough, it only served to fan the flames of her arousal, another piece of drywood to add to the flame growing in her belly.

Getting aroused by the sound of my own voice. That’s something I thought I’d ever experience, she thought to herself as she tentatively continued to grope her own breast. She bit her lip, but it proved worthless as her moans continued to fill the room anyway.

She noticed that there were two slits where the nipples should be, and remembered that inverted nipples, but can stand on end if suitably aroused. Trembling in excitement, she thought she’d try something bold. This thought had crossed her mind several time in the past, but was dismissed as stupid and something her mother was ashamed of.

Grabbing her right breast, she tugged on it slightly, and brought the shy nipple closer to her face, closer to her quivering lips. Stupid idea, kept ringing through her head, but the small amount of curiosity always followed it. She decided it was time to act on that curiosity.

She tried using just her lips at first, sucking on the slit. The sensations sent mixed signals to Fluttershy’s brain, and it was difficult to decipher. All she knew was that it felt foreign and strange to both the new and old occupants.

Now came the tongue. She was now tonguing the slit where her nipples were supposed to be. Life can be a funny thing. A couple of minutes more of these strange sensations, her arousal continued to grow, with each flick of her tongue sending a small jolt of arousal down her loins, causing her body to twitch in response. She smiled dopily as her nipple finally peeked out of their hiding place, and the cool air on the sensitive nub made her bite her lip, unused to experiencing it.

Eagerly, she did the same thing with her other breast. Drool and spittle dripped from her curvaceous bust when she was done with them, matting the fine fur on her chest slightly. She nibbled on the newly exposed tit slightly, yelping a little bit at the sensation of her blunt teeth. Flushed, she released her tit and continued exploring her body.

Moving downwards, she felt her slim, but slightly chubby belly, and remembered the strict diet that she was on, causing a grimace to cross her face. Moving downwards still, she caressed her wide hips, finally resting on the soft surface of her ass, another flood of memories came forth of mixed emotions as she caught several stallions staring at her posterior, before running away in fright. It was embarrassing, though she would never admit to herself, also somewhat exciting. She gave her wide ass a few experimental slaps, feeling the force of the ripples reverberate throughout her delicate skin.

She tugged at the waistband of her simple underwear, giving herself a wedgie, the sensation of the soft fabric against her sensitive mound making her moan. She realized how much her body has wanted her to touch herself, to achieve some kind of release. In the past, whenever the need arised, she had always locked herself away in her little cottage to wait it out. After a calming cup of tea or two, and several cold showers, she would eventually suppress her urges. As a caretaker of animals, she wasn’t a stranger to the more intimate parts of life, but she was always afraid, afraid of what might happen if she gave in to these urges.

She couldn’t tell her friends, her memory supplied for her. She was much too embarrassed to do that, despite trusting her friends with her life. It was a crippling fear that she was too shy to admit, despite how much she had abandoned her shell and grew more self confident.

As a result, her body was a mess of pent up sexual frustration and denial, as the new occupant realized. The self imposed wedgie was just something of an impulse, but she wasn’t aware that she’d be locking her dormant sexual desires this way.

The rational, calmer side of her mind told her to get into the shower to cool, but that thought was nothing more than a quiet whisper fighting against a storm of howling Wendigos. Her blush grew deeper, and she knew what she wanted, though the current occupant was at war within herself.

To heck with it, she said as she opened up her wardrobe with the goal of putting something seductive on. She knew just what she wanted, and the stallion at her door was the perfect pony to give it to her.

Spotting a hand mirror on the dresser, she levitated it towards her. This will do just fine, she thought to herself with a smirk.

~0~

Carrot blinked a couple of times before rubbing her eyes. Taking a look at his surroundings, he found himself in front of Fluttershy’s door. He felt confused. What was I doing here?

Visiting.

That’s right, he thought as his memories formed in his brain. He was just visiting Fluttershy. He hadn’t seen her in awhile, and he was just coming for a friendly visit.

Satisfied, he patted down his shirt and jeans before adjusting his hat, before realizing that he wasn’t wearing it. He chuckled at his old habit. Raising his hand, he knocked three times, before stepping back and putting on his most neighborly smile. He waited patiently, though he did not have to wait long.

The dutch door opened with a loud creak, and Carrot felt the air inside his lungs leave his body.

The door opened to reveal Fluttershy, though it wasn’t the only thing that was incredibly revealing. Partially hidden behind the green door, the owner of the house stood in her doorway, seemingly wearing nothing but a white bathrobe with extremely poofy frills kept together with a purple sash that was loosely tied around her waist. She leaned forward on the door, and the collar around her torso threatened to undo itself completely as it hung loosely around the barely clothed pony.

“Hello Mr. Cake,” Fluttershy said, jostling Carrot Cake out of his stupor. Fluttershy smirked knowingly as Carrot Cake stuttered clumsily. Observing him, she noted that that was how she would have acted before she had purchased that pocketwatch from that street vendor. Oh how I’ve changed, she remarked as she continued to watch ‘Carrot’ fumble around for the right words.

How was this possible? she asked herself. Was it a split personality? Maybe a part of her soul still remained perhaps? Whatever it was, she could still control it, so she had no reason to be alarmed for now. She’d have to look into it later, and what the implications could be, but for now, it was a rare opportunity to know what it’d be like for the other party.

“Are you okay, Mr. Cake?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. She tilted a little bit, the collar of her already loosely tied bathrobe revealing a little more skin. “Would you like to come inside?”

“Yes!” Carrot blurted, before his face ignited in a blush. “I-I mean, um, is this really a good time?” He averted his eyes as he backpedaled. Carrot swallowed heavily. I’m sure Fluttershy isn’t exposing herself on purpose, he thought to himself as he tried to think of other things to calm himself. He felt that she’d probably die of embarrassment if Carrot pointed it out to her, so he was hoping that she would take the hint and go back inside.

“Why of course it is!” Fluttershy said simply, smiling amicably at him, before grabbing his arm firmly and pulling him inside before he could protest.

As the door closed behind him, Carrot felt his throat dry up as the world around him grew quiet. It was a quaint little cottage, with very simple furniture and a homely feel, but all he could think about was the deafening silence it provided as he realized he was now hypothetically locked inside a small room with an almost nude Fluttershy.

Speaking of the pegasus, Carrot’s nervous eyes focused on the approaching pegasus. Carrot instinctively took a step back from the surprisingly assertive pegasus, but immediately felt the front door of the house press up against his back, looking just like an animal cornered by its predator.

“Are you feeling okay, Mr. Cake?” Fluttershy asked in concern, her face now mere inches from his.

Carrot stuttered, caught completely off guard by her actions, and his brain worked overtime just to keep up. She pushed her flowing hair back, exposing her forehead, as she leaned in to touch his.

“I don’t think you have a fever,” she stated after a couple of seconds but felt like an eternity for the stallion. He could feel her warm breath tickle his dry lips, and the smell of her hair teased his senses. He had to resist the urge to pull her close, to bury his nuzzle into the nape of her neck and chase the strong scent of lavender that permeated the air.

He could barely breathe. With each inhale brought the intoxicating scent of mare that beckoned him to act on his primal instincts. Why did he feel this way? It’s not like he was in an unhappy marriage, he loved his wife, but the temptation to dip his hands into something forbidden proved to be stronger than anything he had ever experienced.

This was a test of his faith, he decided. He needed to put an end to this now, or risk losing his rationality.

“Um, Fluttershy?” he said, his voice timid and small.

“Yes, Mr. Cake?”

“Your, uh, bathrobe is, uh, a little loose.” There, he said it. Hopefully this would shock Fluttershy from whatever stupor she was in and make her realize just what she was wearing. He was hoping that mentioning the bathrobe would be a good enough hint. After her inevitable freakout, he would just quietly excuse himself, and maybe come back in a couple of days to apologize, preferably with a basket of treats of sort. Lemon tarts perhaps? She always struck him to be a lemon tart sort of mare.

He had it all sorted out in his head, and he was ready for the consequences, only, it never happened. Flattening his ears on his head proved to be a pointless action.

Fluttershy blinked, her expression unreadable as she seemed to process this information. A couple of beats later, she simply smiled. “Oh, sorry. I just got out of the shower,” she said as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. She then turned around and walked over to her chimney/stove. “Would you like some tea?”

Carrot’s eyes instinctively locked on the the retreating mare’s posterior, her tail lifting up the bottom end of her short bathrobe and giving the stallion a peek at her shapely, yellow ass, covered by a pair of lacy white panties.

This is hilarious! Fluttershy thought. It has certainly been an educating experience. Now she knew why some mares often like to tease stallions; because it was so gosh darned exciting! Plus, she felt attractive, and had him in the palm of her hand.

Perhaps it was time to up the ante, she thought as she went to brew some tea. She fetched a couple of teabags that she had procured from Zecora whom visited from time to time. It was an exotic blend that originated from the zebra’s homeland.

She bent down in an exaggerated manner, her legs straight and her rump sticking out provocatively. She levitated the hand mirror that she programmed Carrot not to see next to her so that she could watch him discreetly. She suppressed a knowing chuckle as she looked on. If this Carrot was anything like her, then she knew it wouldn’t take him long to get him in the mood.

Still reeling from Fluttershy’s nonchalant attitude, he continued to stare blankly after Fluttershy’s butt as she made to brew some tea for them. He shook his head a little to gather his wits. He needed to get out of here before he did something he might regret. Carrot didn’t want to admit it, but Fluttershy was extremely attractive. From the hourglass body proportions to her cute face and butt, it was absolutely no surprise to him that she was once a model, albeit short lived.

But she was Fluttershy. The gentle and caring soul that resided next to the Everfree forest. Bearer of an element of harmony, not to mention hero of the whole of Equestria. She was also one of Pinkie’s friends, and that would probably make him old enough to be her father.

He opened his mouth, but he was once again rendered speechless, something of a recurring theme for him today. Fluttershy had her back towards him, her figure bent forwards in a rather compromising position, but that was not what stole his voice.

Her flowing pink tail fell to the side of her apple-shaped ass, giving Carrot an unobstructed view of her plump butt. She was wearing crotchless panties, her plump, yellow mound framed perfectly by beautifully knitted butterfly motifs.

Carrot continued to stare as everything else fell out of focus. Her slit looked soft, moist, with a hint of pubic fluff. As she worked, her butt rocked to and fro, the motion causing tiny ripples across her yellow ass, pushing Carrot into a trance like state. With each movement, it beckoned him to come closer, to have a taste of what it’s offering.

Fluttershy licked her lips as she saw from her hand mirror, how effective her plan was. Whilst ‘waiting’, for the kettle to boil, she had gradually leaned forward more and more, until she was pretty much at a ninety degree angle, knowing that ‘Carrot’ would never notice. She could barely contain her mirth as she saw that Carrot wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was staring anymore.

How pathetic.

The kettle whistled loudly, snapping Carrot out of it. He flushed in embarrassment and hung his head in shame when he realized what he had been doing. The action almost made Fluttershy feel bad for him. Almost. She was enjoying herself immensely.

Moments later, Carrot found himself sitting down on the couch in the living room, waiting patiently as Fluttershy prepared some tea for them. He sighed heavily. Everything had been going so quickly that he had had hardly anytime to collect his thoughts.

“Here you go, Carrot,” Fluttershy said, startling him slightly. His ears twitched at the casual way she had addressed him, but he paid her no mind. She set two cups filled with the brown liquid on the table in front of him.

“Thank you Fluttershy,” he said, avoiding eye contact, but instead caught sight of her nether region. Her bathrobe opening up from the waist down and her crotchless panties doing nothing to hide it. Her vaginal lips looked a little swollen, moist, and a small patch of her fur on the inside of her thigh looked a little damp.

Carrot’s throat went dry at the sight but he quickly banished the thought from his mind as he picked up the tea cup, hoping it would calm him down. The scent wafting from the amber liquid tickled his sinuses, and he could feel some of the tension leaving his body. Under normal circumstances, he would have asked Fluttershy where she had gotten this particular blend.

He took a sip, feeling the hot tea travel down his throat, only to feel it nearly travel back out as he felt her sit down next to him. He looked at her, eyes wide, and she smiled back without a care in the world. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

Carrot exhaled uneasily as he felt her soft yellow fur brush against him. Her enticing fragrance teasing his nostrils, and the cute way she looked looked at him was weakening his resolve. Something is definitely going on, he thought with certainty.

Finally, it all clicked. She was seducing him. To the outside observer, it may have seemed painfully obvious, but the naivety of the small town baker had blinded him from the truth. She was seducing him. The thought ran through his mind once again, slowly sinking into his psyche.

It had simply never occurred to Carrot Cake; that the innocent Fluttershy would even consider the idea, let alone pursuing it so vivaciously. At that moment, he knew that he needed to stop this, before anything else happens, and turn her down gently.

He opened his mouth, but the breath left him like a punch to the gut. Fluttershy had apparently helped herself and had silently undid Carrot’s pants, and was currently suckling and nursing his flaccid length.

“Fluttershy,” he eked out timidly, his voice cracking at the intense pleasure provided by the soft lips of the pegasus against his rapidly hardening penis. “I-I think we should stop,” he said before a groan forced its way out of his maw, his face contorting in pleasure as Fluttershy applied a little more pressure at the underside of his cock.

I remember liking it like this, Fluttershy thought as she tried to recall how she had felt when she had a phallus. While she was servicing her previously owned member, a thought occurred to her. Would this technically count as masturbating? She was, in a sense, pleasuring herself.

“Do you want me to?” she replied, her mouth curling into a demure smile while she held the cock steadily in her wet mouth. Her voice sent pleasant tingles down Carrot’s spine, and it nearly drove him over the edge.

She went back to sucking, her lips wrapping around the malleable flesh, while her tongue gently lapped against the flat cockhead. Precum, hot and salty, assaulted her taste buds and made her question her decisions. Her train of thought prior to the act was simple: to experience sex as the opposite gender. How many ponies actually had the opportunity? Though she was a little hesitant at first, the pleasured faces as she fucked all the mares previous had her curious.

Now though, she wasn’t so sure as she tasted the gooey substance. Although the taste was somewhat appalling, she could not deny the small amount of arousal that she felt as the musk of the yellow stallion filled her senses. She soldiered on, now bobbing her head as well, her delicately coiffed mane bobbing along with her as she pleasured the stallion.

Carrot was about to blow. He wasn’t exactly a virgin in any sense of the word,(he has kids for Celestia’s sake!) but it had been awhile since he had found release, and his wife has not been as sexually active as she had been in their honeymoon years.

“I’m married!” he blurted out. The culmination of all the guilt and distress all culminated in that one outburst. He loved his wife. Though she was not as young or as sexually active as she used to be, she was still his wife damnit! And he was a faithful stallion. ‘Till death do us part. Those were the vows that he had recited on their wedding day. Not until a buxom mare would blow him.

Silence. Carrot could hear nothing as he waited for her response. He opened his eyes, and what he saw made his heart skip a beat. She was looking up at him, her big round eyes staring right into his soul, crumbling his defenses, as she continued to stare at him demurely.

Her face was partially hidden by Carrot’s erect cock, his dick acting as a substitute for her hair in obscuring one of her teal orbs. Then, she smiled, an unmistakably deviant glint in her eye. Silently, Carrot watched her as she stood up and turned around, her ass jiggling as she pirouetted gracefully, her ass now eye level to Carrot.

“So you don’t want this then,” she said as she sensually groped her ass, pulling it to one side to reveal the frilly underwear that was snugly tucked in between her buttcheeks. Clear liquid trickled down from her puffy lips, ready and inviting. The smell was positively intoxicating as it beckoned Carrot to have a taste.

Carrot’s lips quivered as every stallion’s dream was literally presented to him on a silver platter. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he felt his wanton desire literally leaking out. Something inside him broke, and it was with great sadness that he buried his muzzle in Fluttershy’s ass.

A tear rolled down his cheeks as his tongue was graced with the sweet taste of Fluttershy’s pussy juices, and he felt like he could ejaculate right there. His dick throbbed with renewed need, and primal instinct drove his hands to part Fluttershy’s fat globes of ass to get better access to her lower lips, the crotchless panties doing wonders as Carrot could access Fluttershy’s dripping cunt without hassle.

Fluttershy moaned as he dragged his broad, coarse tongue against the length of her engorged cunt, her tight labia parting ever so slightly to allow entrance to the eager appendage. It was an unexplainable feeling. Her belly tightened into knots as she felt what it was like to be a mare for the first time. She could feel every bump, every surface Carrot’s tongue touched on her sensitive vagina, and the more she felt it, the more she wanted it.

Instinct driving him, he pushed Fluttershy onto the table. Surprised, she braced against it with a grunt, before Carrot got up and pulled his pants down and removing it completely. He bared his teeth as he felt empowered with the urge to mate, to fuck, consequences be damned. All that mattered was the quivering pegasus before him, beckoning him to mate with her.

Bareback. He needed to cum inside her. To dominate her. To rut her until she could not walk straight the next morning. The adrenaline was incredible. Never before had he felt so aroused, not even on his wedding night. The thought brought Cup, his wife, to mind. That what he was doing, the sin he was about to commit, would probably tear his wife up if she ever found out.

But the thought only egged him further, betraying his wife for someone younger, sexier, than his wife had ever been. He had hated the very core of his being for it, but he could not deny that the thought would stir him up in ways that he could not have imagined.

He grabbed Fluttershy’s ass with both hands, his nostrils flaring in excitement, as he pressed the tip of his leaky cockhead against Fluttershy’s sopping wet pussy.

Meanwhile, doubts swirled around Fluttershy’s head. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea? All future doubts were erased from her mind as Carrot’s thick cock forced its way through her wanting vagina, parting the walls and tickling part of Fluttershy’s brain as pleasure surged through her. She moaned as she lost control of her jaw, and her tongue lolled out lazily as bits of drool dripped from her tongue. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head unintentionally as she was overcome with this new sensation.

Wet sloppy noises emanated from where the two ponies were joined, some fluid leaked out the sides of her stuffed entrance, staining the wooden floors in a lewd way.

This was it. He was now officially cheating on his wife. The guilt was overwhelming, because he loved her, and now he was throwing it all away for a fling. Someone who he’s probably never going to see again. Despite living in the same village, the baker had rarely seen the timid pegasus whom had had always secluded herself. But the tight pussy around his fat, throbbing cock was so much better than his wife’s. So snug. So comfy. He loved the way it hugged his shaft.

When he tried to pull out, it would make this delectably lewd ‘schlick’ noises, and its walls would clamp down, begging for him to put it back in, begging to be filled by him and him only. When he pushed it back in, juices would leak out and drip onto the floorboards below, further staining the floorboards with their combined fluid, and when his cockhead would bump against the cervix of the mare that he was passionately rutting, she would reply with a moan, asking him kindly to keep going.

Now every time he would have sex with his wife, he could only imagine this pussy, the one that would wrap him up just so. It frustrated him, but the allure of the forbidden fruit proved to be too tempting for him.

He continued rutting her, her grunts and moans would fill the room, accompanied by the ‘schlick’ sounds of his member sliding in and out of her, and the ‘plap’ sound as his pelvis would collide against her ass, which acts as a more than suitable cushion for him. He grabbed the back of her panties, and pulled, the soft fabric pressing against her taint, and Fluttershy moaned in return.

Fluttershy was loving this, as she felt this strong stallion take her from behind.

As the ponies continued to fuck, a single piercing thought shot through the baker in the cloudy haze of pleasure. I’m going to cum. Now Carrot wasn’t stupid pony. The last time he ejaculated inside a mare, he became a father. He could probably guess that if the guilt hadn’t broken him down and made him confess to his wife first, a very pregnant Fluttershy would raise some suspicions.

But it was too tempting. The thought of impregnating the quivering mare before him pushed him even closer to the edge. He forced himself to slow down, much to his reluctance, delaying his, without a doubt, mind blowing orgasm, and he figured Fluttershy could use a little breather.

His thrusts grew slower, and more than half of his member slid out before he pushed himself back in. Knees bent just slightly, he thrusted at an upward angle, grinding against the top of Fluttershy’s vaginal walls. Fluttershy mewled in delight as she pushed against Carrot.

He needed to be careful. He could only take things so far. Once I feel like coming close, I’ll pull out, he thought with determination. He did not need the guilt of having Fluttershy sire his bastard child while he denied of having anything to do with it.

“Carrot.”

His ears perked at the sound of his name.

“I want you to cum in me.”

A ringing filled his ears as he heard those words uttered to him. The sort of ringing that you’d get when you know you’re about to do something wrong. His chest felt tight as a war waged in his very being on what he’s about to do.

“Please, Carrot,” Fluttershy panted, each word coming out of her mouth a vicious attack on Carrot’s resolve. “Fill me up.”

Carrot grabbed Fluttershy’s ass and thrusted suddenly, earning a surprised yelp from the pegasus. Grabbing her hips, Carrot thrusted animalistically, abandoning all pretense of hesitance. Small, pleasured gasps escaped from Fluttershy’s quivering lips as the usually reserved baker plowed into her again and again. She wanted to moan, but Carrot’s relentless pounding against her sensitive cunt left her too breathless to voice out her pleasure.

The edges of Carrot’s vision grew dark as he felt one of his strongest orgasms wash through him. He grit his teeth as he fully hilted into Fluttershy, releasing his spunk into her, coating her walls white with her seed. As he peaked, he chased after that quickly fading sensation of pure ecstasy, thrusting deeply and quickly into her, prolonging his orgasm.

Fluttershy let out a silent scream as she experienced her own orgasm, her pussy twitching violently, squeezing Carrot’s cock, the friction its creating sent surges of pleasure throughout her body. Tears welled in her eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed her, and Carrot plowing through a handful of mini orgasms, before finally grinding to a halt.

Carrot looked at the mess he had created; his conquest. Fluttershy laid sprawled on the coffee table, in which they had used as a makeshift nest for their lovemaking. Though he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, only a single thought ran through his mind and would plague his waking life from then on: What have I done?