Heat in a Bottle

Mr. Cake smiled up at Sugarcube corner, more than happy to be home. He still had no idea why he took the potions. Him and Mrs. Cake had a slightly active sex life, and two young ones to take care of. However, some small part of him felt like he needed them. He just couldn’t figure out why.

Walking into the store, he heard a rustling in the back. No pony should be up at this hour. He grabbed a metal spatula he kept behind the counter and proceeded towards the door. Peeking in, he found a blue eye peeking back. He laughed as he heard Pinkie giggle.

“Why are you up so–” He felt a chill run down his back as Pinkie continued to raid the fridge. She was only in her pajamas, the same ones she had been using since she was eight. The top would have long been torn off for most girls, but only barely stretched against her flat breasts. Both pieces were frayed at the edges due to the age of the garment. However, whereas the shirt was still able to be loose on her chest, her shorts had become tight against her rump over the years.

“Midnight snack. Besides, I don’t sleep well if everypony’s not here. I guess that starts to happen after you almost lose a sister to rock spiders. Maud kicked its ass though and Inkie was fine back then.” She pulled out one of the stale cupcakes from today. “Hope you sleep well, even if Mrs. Cake is on vacation.”

Mr. Cake cringed as he remembered that his wife was off on a woman’s cooking competition in Trottingham. He glanced down at the boner he had, and was thankful Pinkie hadn’t noticed. He sighed and wrung his hat in his hands. Looks like it’s another lonely night.

He was thankful the twins were finally past the crying stage of their childhood, otherwise he may have had that to face tonight as well. I’m just happy I get to actually run the bakery now that they go to school Reminiscing on the past only brought the realization that the two had been so busy, that mating season had come and gone without him even trying to sleep with his wife. For the past three years. Maybe slightly active was over exaggerating it.

He sighed at the bed that awaited him. He hadn’t been enthused about his marital bed in a long time now. He smiled at a thought that normally plagued his wet dreams, but tonight he gripped his cock as Pinkie appeared on the bed in his fantasy.

20 years younger and… no, thirty years ago and maybe. It was a fantasy he had accepted long ago. It had started when she was thirteen, and back then he had imagined what Pinkie might be like when she was older. Unlike Maud though, she had almost seemed in stasis over the years, barely growing a couple inches each year. In fact, Pinkie, was the shortest mare in Ponyville. He kissed the fantasy Pinkie, who hadn’t changed over the years, but looked exactly like she did in actuality.

He started stroking his dick as he pretended Pinkie was beginning a blow job on him. It isn’t like I don’t like my wife’s large rack. Just, she has lost so much of her younger energy, and I was never a man adored the sexy look. If Pinkie had only been around when I was young as well. He sighed as he came, unable to care about what he had thought or done. It had almost become routine for him at this point.

A shiver ran down his spine and his veins turned to ice as he glanced to the side. The bottles were just sitting there, waiting. They could bridge the gap. They could get Pinkie to give him the one night stand he needed. Then he wouldn’t need her anymore and could enjoy his wife again.

His mouth was dry, and he pushed away the thoughts that were causing his nerves to be on edge. They didn’t leave, but instead grew stronger while he imagined Pinkie hovering over him, tongue out of her mouth, and about to take plunge him into herself. He fell to sleep imagining Pinkie thrusting on top of him as his thoughts tried to come to grips with his heart.

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“Can I have one?”

Mr. Cake swallowed hard as he lifted the tray of cupcakes up. He had woken up early, and now his recipe was complete. He hoped the pastry would work, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was in the right. Just once. Once, and the fantasizing will stop. just once and I’ll live like Mrs. Cake and I once did. “Of course you can Pinkie.”

Pinkie reached over and grabbed one of the cupcakes. “I hope you aren’t still miffed about last night.”

He smiled at her. “It was no problem. I just had a lot on my mind, and seeing you like… that, didn’t help.”

Pinkie giggled slightly, but then blushed as Mr. Cake’s eyes stayed on her slender figure. “Er, the cupcake is good.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. Have as many as you want. I need to go take a shower.”

Pinkie touched her rosy cheeks as she popped a second dessert into her mouth. Why am I blushing? I’ve been in my pajamas plenty of times, and Mr. Cake always makes sure I stay out of trouble and away from the windows. In fact, he normally paid an especially high amount of attention to me then.

She chomped into the third cupcake as she started giving it more thought. He had always noticed her as she grew up, and always paid her a lot of compliments. However, she had always shaken those facts off because of how close they had been when she was younger. We even bathed together before I became 13.

Her mind halted as the shower started up. Her mind drifted lazily to his thin figure. He was a baker though, and that meant he would still be strong, easily strong enough to plunge into her nethers. Pinkie what are you thinking? She couldn’t stop at this point though while the fourth cupcake dropped from her fingers.

She leaned against the counter. She didn’t like underwear, so the edge quickly found itself pressing through her shorts and against her crotch. She let out a small moan as her thighs moved back and forth, gently letting her pussy get played with by the corner. She slipped her hands into the elastic and brought down the front just enough that her pussy was getting played with directly.

She let out a deeper moan as her hands moved up and gently brushed against her nipples. No one ever liked the stiff little nodes, but they were still quite sensitive as she massaged them. They twisted and even would go back in to hide. Everyone else had wanted bigger tits though, and not the wall that was her chest. Except maybe–

“Pinkie!” Mr. Cake could see the little node that was Pinkie’s clit. If that wasn’t enough of an indication that his plan had succeeded, the glistening pool of vaginal fluid on the counter was. He attempted to act like he ignored it as he asked, “Where is your shampoo? I seem to be out.”

Pinkie stammered for a moment before saying, “Top cabinet. I like to have to jump up and pretend my ginormous breasts knock me out.” She chuckled nervously as he shook his head.

“Your breasts are perfect as they are. And perhaps that isn’t the best thing to say like this.” He gave his own awkward laugh as he turned away. However, in the turn, Pinkie caught a glimpse. A glimpse of a rock hard cock, throbbing for her.

She stood there for a few moments. This is wrong. He’s married. I’m too young for him. I would be betraying one of my closest friends, to give another his desire. And I would find pleasure. What could be so wrong? I mean, Mrs. Cake must not be attracting him anymore for him to even notice me. She tried shaking the rebellious thoughts out of her mind, but the simple thought of Mr. Cake wanting her was driving her mad.

She walked slowly to the bathroom, hesitating before she pushed the door open. She slowly slid her shorts down and slipped off her shirt. She glanced in the mirror and cupped one of her nipples. No one else liked them, at times she didn’t even like them, but she was about to change that.

Mr. Cake jumped as Pinkie wrapped him in a hug. He felt two firm points pressed against the small of his back. “Pinkie?”

“You showed me your cock. That wasn’t an accident in the kitchen, was it?”

He swallowed hard and sighed. “No, it wasn’t.”

“But you have a wife.”

He swallowed hard at the fear in Pinkie’s voice. “If things had turned out differently Pinkie, you would be my wife, and not my little girl.”

Pinkie spun him around and smiled wide. “Can your little girl still get her womb kissed?”

He stifled a chuckle at how blunt she was. “Only once she is nice and clean.” His hands dived for her and she giggled as his fingers rubbed her sides. She gasped though when he pinched her nipples and then brought himself down to suckle on one. Pinkie felt herself light on fire as Mr. Cake assaulted the sensitive breast. She had her own target though.

Her fingers slowly went down his smooth stomach and clenched his balls. He let out a grunt and squeaked out, “A little looser please.”

Pinkie merely nodded as her moans came out more fervently. She slowly stroked the hard appendage, but he couldn’t hold himself back. He quickly let out a load into Pinkie’s palm, disappointed at himself for having let the gift be wasted.

Pinkie brought the hand up and started licking each finger. He had been worried about only getting it up once or twice, but watching Pinkie greedily eat his sperm had him rock hard again in moments. Pinkie smiled while the last of the white goo slid down her throat. “Can it be made into a creampie now?”

“Soon.” Mr. Cake leaned in close, a hand brushing her poofy hair out of her eyes. Her breath caught and she slowly closed her eyes. His lips pressed gently against her before he gently nibbled on her lower lip and caused her to giggle. He interrupted the small laugh to take advantage of the opening and locked lips with her.

Pinkie thought she was in bliss when he took her first kiss, but then his other hand found her lower lips. She let out a moan as they stayed locked together and Mr. Cake flicked his tongue to twist around her’s. Her eyes fluttered while Mr. Cake’s hand gently circled her pussy, teasing the outer folds and getting Pinkie to start squirming.

They finally came apart, both members gasping for air. Pinkie couldn’t breath for long though. Mr. Cake slowly slid a finger in and swirled it around slowly around the entrance while seeking its prey. “What… are.. you… doIIING!”

Mr. Cake grasped her in another deep kiss while he viciously attacked Pinkie’s weak spot. The vibrations resonating in her mouth were delightful. Her pleasure grew higher and higher, each moment feeling like a wave against a damn. The damn broke as they separated again and she collapsed with a scream of pleasure against the tub.

Mr. Cake slowly crawled over her and locked eyes with the pink mare. She swallowed hard before nodding slightly. He dug his face into her neck and started to nibble on her neck. Unlike the lip, this one excited her. She froze as she felt his tip touch her nethers. She shivered but nodded again.

Mr. Cake squeezed her tight as his cock slowly started sliding into her. Her folds convulsed against him and she writhed in pleasure against him. He stopped as he felt resistance against his dick. His top half was pulled down before Pinkie whispered, “Please.”

He slid slowly out before thrusting his hips forward. A strangled yelp was quickly replaced with a long moan as the thrusts became more regular. Mr. Cake couldn’t help but feel bad for the young mare he was within. How could so many forget about this young flower? He reminded himself to make sure she had time off next time she went into heat to make sure she found a good stallion.

He started to thrust deeper into her and Pinkie seemed to enjoy being filled with his member. He didn’t know if it was the inexperience, or the short figure, but he had never experienced a mare as tight as Pinkie. I bet her folds would simply collapse upon my sperm if I release in her.

Panic flooded him as he realized the very real possibility of impregnating another mare other than his wife. He got onto his knees and gripped her slim thighs before starting to slam his balls deep into her. Like this, he knew he could simply let go and Pinkie would come right off. It was still tempting though as his balls smacked against her tight ass. Pinkie watched him with her tounge coming out of her mouth and was obviously nearing her second orgasm as well.

Finally, just as his restraint could take no more, he pulled out. Sperm came flying out and covered Pinkie’s small abdomen. He didn’t want to leave her needing though, and slid three fingers into her that immediately found her g-spot. She gasped at the suddenness of all that was happening and Mr. Cake couldn’t take his fingers out as she squeezed down tight on them.

Finally, the two were left panting in the bath tub. The warm water from the shower was quickly wiping away the evidence and Mr. Cake felt what he hoped was satisfaction. I lived out one of my fantasies, made sure Pinkie had a good first time, and now we may even be closer as ponies for it. Yeah, satisfied fits pretty well.

After a while though, Mr. Cake remembered that life had to continue and leaned down to give Pinkie one last kiss. She replied weakly, having exhausted herself in her violent orgasms. He stood up and dried himself off before turning around and saying, “Thank you Pinkie. I love you.”

Pinkie watched as Mr. Cake left, the small ass shaking back and forth. She whispered to herself as her thoughts turned to the next time, “I love you too.”