The Corruption of The Ponyville Baker

“Here it is, all done!” said the brown stallion in a polite tone. The following day had arrived and Carrot had gotten up bright and early to see Time Turner about his new pocket watch.

Time Turner was more than happy to help Carrot Cake with his little antique watch. If anything, he took a particular interest in the watch, commenting on how elegant and beautiful it looked to an almost fanatical degree.

Time Turner had also mentioned that it was merely missing a few cogs and that it needed to be oiled and it should work. He also told Carrot Cake that it would’ve taken about an hour for him to finish everything up.

An hour had passed, and Carrot found himself standing in front of the stallion with a warm smile on his face. “Thank you very much!” said the yellow stallion.

“It was my pleasure!” the other stallion enthused. “I’ve never quite seen something like this before. Wherever did you get it and is there a chance that I might be able to obtain one that’s similar for myself?” said the stallion inquisitively.

Carrot winced at that, lifting an arm up to scratch the back of his head, before replying with a, “Sorry, I bought it from a peddler that was from out of town from the square. If I remembered correctly, this was the only pocket watch on sale.”

The stallion’s eyes dimmed at that, and his ears flattened against his head. “Well, that’s a shame.” The stallion said, crestfallen.

Carrot felt bad about the stallion, but there was nothing he could do. He then decided that he should probably change the subject. “How much will your services cost?” asked Carrot Cake.

“Oh, just 20 its should cover it.” The brown stallion responded.

Carrot fished out the aforementioned amount of bits from out of his pocket and gave it to the stallion, before thanking him once again and made his way back to the bakery.

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He entered the bakery through the front door, hearing the familiar chime greeting him on the way in.

“Hi Mr. Cake!” came a very cheery voice from behind the counter. He spotted Pinkie behind the cash register, this time wearing the a yellow skirt and blue blouse. She waved at him amicably, and he returned it but with a little less enthusiasm.

He took in his surroundings, noticing that they were currently the only two ponies in the shop. It came as no surprise to the stallion, as today was a Sunday, and that was almost always a slow day.

He walked up and around the counter, until he was behind the counter with her. “How is business today, Pinkie?” Carrot asked the pink mare.

“Boring,” she responded simply. “I mean, why wouldn’t anypony come to our shop on this bright sunny day?! I mean, who wouldn’t want a double chocolate cake with frosting?! I know I would!”

Her ramblings fell on deaf ears as Mr. Cake slowly tuned her out until she was nothing more than white noise in the background. It was a skill him and many other residents of Ponyville have had adopted after getting to know the mare over the years, lest you get overwhelmed by the verbal assault. It was then that he had remembered about his pocket watch and its supposed magical abilities. Now that it was properly functioning, he decided that now would be as good as time as any to try it out.

He looked at Pinkie, his long time employee, and more importantly, friend. Maybe even more. She was like family to him. He felt a pang of guilt as he contemplated what he was about to do, provided that it worked.

What’s the worst that could happen? came a whisper from his subconscious. He thought about it, and realized that there was probably no harm in trying.

“Hey, Pinkie?” he asked suddenly.

Pinkie Pie’s ears perked up, and she immediately stopped her ramblings and turned to face her boss, swiveling her head to face him, her pink mane whipping violently behind her. “Yes, Mr. Cake?’ asked Pinkie innocently.

“Do you want to check out my new watch?” asked Carrot Cake.

“Sure!” Pinkie responded without a second’s thought. Carrot fished the aforementioned pocket watch from his pocket, and brought it up to eye level, its face pointed directly at Pinkie’s. “Oooh.” The mare said in awe. “Pretty!”

With a little hesitation, Carrot pushed the button. He felt the pocket watch glow warm in his hand, and he felt a tingling sensation throughout his whole body. He began to panic, but he relaxed a little after the tingling sensation disappeared after a few moments.

He looked himself over to see if anything had happened to him. Seeing no visible changes, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at Pinkie and what he saw made his eyes widen in astonishment.

Pinkie’s eyes were glazed over, and had an almost glassy vacant look to it. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly and her shoulders were slumped. Any trace of the lively mare was gone, seemingly replaced with this one that was seemingly dead on her feet.

Carrot waved a hand in front of her face. When he saw no response, he tried addressing her verbally. “Pinkie…?” he trailed off, unsure of what to make of the situation.

“Yes?” she responded in a dull tone that sounded completely out of place on the usually hyperactive mare.

Carrot stared at the pocket watch that he had in his grip in awe. It actually worked! he exclaimed internally.

He looked over his now hypnotized employee and decided to test the waters. He wanted to know exactly how this worked. He walked into the kitchen and brought out a stool with him and placed it in front of Pinkie. “Sit.” He told her while pointing towards the stool.

Wordlessly, Pinkie walked lifelessly towards the stool and sat on it, the vacant look never leaving her eyes. He looked at the pocket watch, and then to Pinkie again, before pushing on the button. Immediately, the vacant look on her face was replaced with one of confusion. “What happened?” Pinkie asked semi lucidly.

“Hi Pinkie.” Greeted the yellow stallion, making the pink mare jump slightly.

“Oh hi, Mr. Cake!” she responded, her bubbly personality returning in full force.

“Could you please do me a favor and check if we still have any milk left in the fridge? It looked like we were running low the last time I checked.” Asked Carrot innocently.

Pinkie fidgeted, and that was it. She didn’t move a muscle to try and leave her place on the stool. “What’s wrong, Pinkie?” Carrot Cake asked, continuing to play innocent.

“I don’t know,” responded the increasingly distraught mare. “I just don’t feel like getting up from this stool! It’s like my butt’s stuck to it!” she cried.

Carrot brought the pocket watch up again, and clicked on the button. Immediately, Pinkie’s eyes glazed over, and the same vacant look occupied her face.

“Hmm…” Carrot hummed to himself. It looked like the command in her dazed state carried over into her conscious state. Interesting…

He looked at her again, and all manner of lewd thoughts began assaulting his conscience. Here was a mare, completely and utterly powerless to stop his advances even if she wanted to, and he could do anything he wanted to her.

He turned away, admonishing himself for thinking about such things. He was a good stallion, and he’d never take advantage of a mare! Still, the temptations lingered. Just the thought of being able to do anything with a mare such as Pinkie was making him extremely agitated.

Maybe… just a quick peek. he thought. Just to sate my curiosity he concluded to himself.

He looked at her again, this time unabashedly admiring her body. Her breasts were round and perky, and they looked absolutely delectable. Her hips, as Carrot had a view of yesterday, were absolutely hypnotic, two round mounds of pink flesh that any stallion would die for.

Just a little… peek… he thought as his resolve started to crumble. “Bend over, Pinkie.”

Pinkie got off the chair, and proceeded to bend the upper half of her body over the counter. Carrot got behind her, and got on his knees, and got a view that nearly made his heart stop. After all these years watching the mare live under this roof, the things that he secretly wish she’d do only in the deepest recesses of his subconscious, was going to be a reality. His throat went horribly dry, and he could feel the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears.

She was wearing a white pair of panties with little pink frills on the edges. It hugged her buttocks snuggly, and Carrot took his time inspecting her behind. He lifted her skirt over her waist so that he had an unobstructed view. Slowly, he brought his arms up, and grabbed Pinkie’s ass, placing his hands on Pinkie’s cutie marks. He watched as the soft malleable flesh gave way and conformed to his fingers. He continued to squeeze and grope her butt, pushing her ass cheeks apart, watching as her panties sink into her crevice, before letting go, watching the two mounds of flesh smack together, sending tiny shockwaves through her butt, making it jiggle.

He curled his fingers around the edges of her panties before slowly sliding them downwards, stopping after he reached her thighs. He brought his trembling muzzle closer, until he was inches from Pinkie’s treasure. He went closer still, until he was mere centimeters apart, before taking a long indulgent whiff of her scent, making his body shiver, and the fur on his skin stand on end.

The scent was indescribable to Carrot Cake, and he immediately decided that it smelled better than any perfume. His nostrils flared, and he felt the familiar tingling in his loins. It took every ounce of willpower, but he managed to pull away from under Pinkie’s tail.

The last ounce of self control in him fought for dominance, but it was a losing battle, drowned out by this new voice that sounded just like his, but was as smooth as silk, and no matter what reasoning Carrot had, it was pushed aside in favor of the tantalizing new voice that sang to his primal desires.

No he decided. He couldn’t do it. At least, not in a public area. He pulled her panties back into its place, before standing up again.

He looked at his puppet again, and an idea struck him. He didn’t want to make love to a mindless zombie, but the Pinkie that he had known for years! He mulled over his dilemma for a moment, before a grin came over his features.

Clearing his throat, he issued his new command for Pinkie. “Pinkie,” the mare in question focused her attention towards him. “You are madly in love with me. In fact, you’ve been in love with me for years! But you’ve kept it a secret from anypony else. You knew it was wrong, but the burning desire in your loins says otherwise. Just the thought of me would send you mad in lust, and you felt that if you didn’t let your feelings for me be known today, you’d burst.”

And with that, he pushed the button on the pocket watch once again, and Pinkie shook herself out of her stupor, her mane bouncing back and forth. She looked around confused for a moment, before her roaming eyes fell on Carrot Cake. She diverted her eyes and her posture visibly shrunk, as if shying away, and Carrot also noticed the bright pink tint on her cheeks, despite her pink fur.

“What’s wrong, Pinkie?” Carrot asked, though he had more than an inkling.

“Oh, heh… i- it’s nothing.” Said the mare, flustered.

“Well, okay then, if you need anything, just let me know!” Carrot exclaimed in a friendly tone.

“Thanks, M- Mr. Cake… you’re always so helpful.” Replied the mare in a shy voice.

The next hour dragged on, with the mare increasingly getting more and more agitated. Carrot pretended not to notice, but Pinkie looked rather hot and bothered. Her breathing had increasingly gotten heavier, and her legs would keep shuffling together, as if she was trying to close them. A wonderful scent began filling the bakery, and Carrot doubted that it was coming from the sugary confectionaries. Still, Carrot remained the very picture of innocence, pretending not to notice any of Pinkie’s actions.

True to his word, nobody else had entered the bakery, leaving the two of them completely alone. The normally chatty mare was abnormally quiet, and every time Carrot tried starting a conversation with her, she’d just give a half hearted answer, before clamming up, averting her blue eyes and biting her lower lip.

“Pinkie, what’s wrong?” Carrot asked again, pretending to be concerned.

“I…” she started, but trailed off into incoherent mumbling.

“Yes?” Carrot asked patiently.

“I… I love you.”

“Well, I love you too, Pink-”

“NO!” the pink mare exclaimed suddenly, the stallion taken aback by her sudden outburst. “I mean, not like that, I mean, love you love you.”

“I still don’t understand, Pinkie.” The stallion lied.

“I- I mean, as a m- mare would love a s- stallion…” she continued in a quaky voice. “I know that it’s wrong and that you’re a married stallion and you’re married to Mrs. Cake, and you have foals but I just can’t get you out of my head I’d have dreams of you rutting me and it’s been driving me crazy and, ohsweetCelestiawhat’s wrong with me?!” Pinkie said, tears pricking her eyes.

“Pinkie…” the stallion said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Without warning, Pinkie lunged forward, locking Mr. Cake in a heated kiss, catching the stallion by surprise. Her lips were soft and tender as Carrot felt her tongue pleading for entrance. He acquiesced, and allowed her roaming tongue to explore his oral cavity. They continued their make out session for about a minute, before Pinkie pulled away, a thin crystalline trail of saliva connecting their mouths, Carrot’s eyes wide in disbelief.

“I- I’m sorry…” Pinkie said in between sobs. “I- I’ll just go now…”

“Where are you going, Pinkie?”

“You wouldn’t want a homewrecker to live right under your r- roof, right? I- I’ll… just go pack my things now…” Pinkie said, her voice full of pain and regret. “I’m sorry.”

In a flurry of movements, Carrot grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her in close. He brought his other hand up to behind Pinkie’s head, before their lips met for the second time. This time, Carrot was the one seeking permission, and Pinkie was only all too happy to accommodate him.

Their lips remained locked in passion, their eyes locked as if they were long lost lovers, and Pinkie practically swooned in Carrot’s arms. After what seemed like an eternity, they pulled away again. Pinkie cried, but not of tears of sorrow, but of tears of joy as her pony whom she had admired for so long had reciprocated her feelings for him.

They stared into the others’ eyes, still in each other’s embrace. “Why are you crying, Pinkie?” Carrot asked.

“I- it’s just that… I’ve been keeping this secret for so long, and that I’ve been so afraid of what other ponies would’ve said about me. A- and now that I know that you feel the same way… I- I’m just so happy.” Pinkie said, her voice cracking slightly and a grin etched on her face. Not her face splitting grin that she usually wore, but a very small sincere one.

“Shh… Pinkie. It’ll all be alright. I love you too.” Carrot said as he slowly moved his hands to rest on her haunches.

“B- but, what about Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie said.

“You don’t worry about her right now.” Replied the stallion as he moved his head lower to nip and pepper kisses on her neck and collarbone. Pinkie shivered under his actions, and her knees started to wobble. She felt her inhibitions slowly evaporating as he felt Carrot’s loving lips, the ones that she initially thought were only reserved for Mrs. Cake, sent jolts of electricity through her spine, and tingling her already wet core.

The stallion rose up to her level again, before plunging in for another kiss, and this time, none of them held back, their tongues wrestling fiercely. Pinkie was finally free from her anxiety. Free from the depression that had tormented her all this time. She didn’t care what the other ponies would think, as long as she had him.

They put their all into their lip lock, only breaking once in awhile for air, before coming back together again. Every time they parted, a small trickle of saliva would escape from them, trailing down each others’ chins.

Pinkie squeaked as she felt Carrot roughly grabbed her ass from under her skirt, and Pinkie’s energy faltered, leaving Carrot the chance to gain the upper hand, as he drove back her tongue and entered her mouth. Pinkie’s eyes pointed skywards as she enjoyed the sensations. She started moving her hips, grinding against Carrot’s hardening member in an animalistic display for the desire to mate.

Pinkie moaned as she felt Carrot’s member being grinded onto her most private of areas, and her mind could only think of how it’d feel deep inside her. The thought of being joined with her lover made her head spin just thinking about it.

She broke the kiss, which made Carrot let out a small whine of complaint, before turning into a shocked but pleasured ‘Ah!’ as he felt her hand caress his covered phallus. The sensation of Pinkie’s hand through the fabric was fantastic, but he needed more.

Sensing this, Pinkie lightly pushed Carrot away, giving him a devious grin, before she slowly got down on her knees. She pulled on his zipper, and his impressive stallionhood sprang out, exposed for all to see. Its colour was a mottled yellow with brown splotches. It was veiny, and it was throbbing with anticipation. Pinkie thought it was cute.

Tentatively, she brought her lips and gave small loving kiss at the top of its head, and a glob of pre oozed out of its tip, to which Pinkie moved in to have a taste. She dragged her tongue over the flat tip, making Carrot shiver and his fur stand on end, as Pinkie delighted herself in savouring Carrot’s heavy musky taste. It was bitter, of course, but Pinkie found it strangely appealing.

“Oh, Pinkie…” he moaned, his voice low and heavy. He was sweating now, and the feeling of self loathing and shame at what he was doing was drowned out by the sensations that he was experiencing. He had never been this excited with his wife, and they’d barely even started. All he could think about was to pound that young tight snatch-

*Jingle*

Carrot’s eyes snapped open in alarm at the prospect of getting caught. Somehow, somewhere during the heat of the moment, he had forgotten that he was still technically in a public area, and the risk of getting caught was very real.

He turned his head to the door, hands in his pocket if he needed to whip out his new toy, but he was greeted to the same empty bakery. He raised one of his eyebrows, wondering if it was just his imagination.

He turned to his new lover, whom had the same worried expression on her face. “C’mon, Pinkie. Let’s take this upstairs.”

Without missing a beat, Pinkie got up from her position on her knees and crossed the short distance to the front door, promptly flipping the sign on the door from ‘open’ to ‘closed’.

Pinkie bounded up the stairs, with Carrot hot on her heels, albeit a little awkwardly with the erection he was sporting. Pinkie decided that it was an opportunity to tease the stallion some more, and she lifted her tail up, giving him a good view of her panties that were now starting to get moist from her excitement. She turned her head slightly, so that she was only partially facing him, batting her eyelashes coquettishly.

Carrot’s eyes were drawn to Pinkie’s butt like moths to a flame, and if he were to get burned, he’d die a happy stallion. Right now, to him, there was nothing more beautiful and more mesmerizing than Pinkie’s child bearing hips.

They made their way upstairs, and Pinkie led him into her room. She closed the door behind him, before putting her arms around his waists, smiling seductively at him. She could feel the hot breath of the stallion on her muzzle. so warm and full of desire. There was no time for foreplay, Pinkie decided as she felt her lover’s warm, throbbing protrusion between her inner thighs.

A fire lit up inside her as she pushed Carrot onto her soft downy bed. She turned around, bent forward, and pulled her panties down south as she wiggled her butt at him. Carrot could only stare longingly, and painfully as each agonizing second that he was denied by Pinkie made him almost hurt physically.

She then grabbed the hem of her blouse, expertly removing it in one swift motion, where it dropped unceremoniously to the floor, her breasts now bouncing freely and unimpeded.

She made her way to Carrot, who was lying on his back on her bed, and crawled on top of him, and straddling him. Finally, after so many long years and lonely nights, she’d finally have the stallion of her dreams! Admittedly, she had been more than a little jealous of Mrs. Cake. She was so lucky to have had this wonderful stallion, but now, he was all hers!

“I love you…” she breathed onto his face, before locking his lips in a desperate kiss. She could feel her wetness dripping on to his member, and she hoped Carrot could tell how much she needed him. She used one of her hands to guide his member, until she felt it press right against her sopping entrance. She stifled a whimper as it made contact with her lower lips, and she slowly lowered herself down, leaning back to sit up so she could sink easier.

Carrot watched with wide eyes, and barely contained whimpers as more and more of his thick phallus sunk deeper and deeper into Pinkie’s wet, warm depths. He gave a blissful moan as he felt her hips connect with his. Even at the start of their relationship, Carrot had never recalled his wife ever being this tight.

Pinkie leaned back down, until her face was mere inches from Carrot’s, before she began moving her hips. Pinkie quivered as she felt herself lift off of Carrot, and immediately she was missing the sensation of being filled by the object of her desire that was there only seconds ago.

She lifted her hips, until only the tip was left in, before moving them in a circular motion, making Carrot cry out at the tingling sensations. Pinkie’s juices continued to seep out of her pussy, coating Carrot’s member, giving it a pearly sheen.

She dropped her hips suddenly, and Carrot nearly blacked out. Their hips connected with a wet slap, sending ripples through Pinkie’s delectably squishy posterior. Carrot was panting heavily, his breaths coming out shakily.

Pinkie repeated her motions again and again, increasing her speed ever so slightly at each pass. A wet squelching sound could be heard every time Pinkie speared Carrot’s member into her. Their coats were matted with their respective perspiration and other liquids.

Pinkie’s love canal felt heavenly to Carrot, and the fact that Pinkie was doing all the work made it even better. He began wondering he was ever hesitant of using his newly acquired powers. This just felt so good!

In the midst of their fervered and frantic lovemaking, Pinkie cupped her hands around Carrot Cake’s face, and stared into his orange eyes with her bright blue ones.

“I love you…” she said as she leaned in, and gave him one last kiss, before finally going over the edge. She screamed and moaned, lust dripping out of every sound she made as she came, her love juices seeping out and around their joint organs.

Carrot could feel her walls contracting and squeezing his member. Her already tight passage was even more constricting, making moving almost impossible. Pinkie had to stop and ride out her orgasm, as moving her hips became too laborious.

As she came down from her high, Carrot flipped her on her back, so that he was now on top. “My turn.” Carrot stated with glee.

In this position, he was able to thrust into Pinkie even deeper, stimulating her deepest places. The tip of Carrot’s cockhead hit Pinkie’s cervix, making her scream at the sensation of being completely filled by thick stallion meat.

Despite Carrot’s enthusiasm, he was already close to his own orgasm. Eager to reach his own release, he speed up his thrusts, pounding Pinkie’s abused pussy. She was absolutely breathless, and her tongue rolled lazily out of the side of her mouth as her hypersensitive pussy was being rammed over and over again. She came once. Twice. Her mind went blank as more and more of her orgasms erupted and surged through her body, overwhelming her.

Finally, after one final thrust, Carrot hilted inside of Pinkie, driving him over the edge and to the moon. The edges of his vision went black, and he started seeing spots as he experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His member twitched inside Pinkie as it flared, expanding inside Pinkie until she felt as she was going to break. Nostrils flared and teeth bared, he grabbed Pinkie’s hips firmly, hilting inside her as the first spurt of his essence filled her womb. Spurt after spurt, Carrot continued painting Pinkie’s inner walls white. Pinkie’s face was locked in a silent scream, her features a cross of pleasure and pain, as she felt her body was on fire.

After what seemed like forever, Carrot’s orgasm died down. They merely laid there, joined by their hips. They stared into each other’s eyes, each of them breathless. Pinkie could feel him twitch. Carrot could feel Pinkie’s every slight movement.

They were content. They were happy

Until they heard a disbelieving gasp at the doorway.