Heat in a Bottle

Mr. Cake stretched out in his bed as the first rays of the day came through the window. He smiled at the sun as his thoughts turned to preparation for the day. One thought stood out amongst the rest and made his chest warm with love. My wife comes home today.

The bakery was silent as he came down the steps from his bedroom and he breathed in a content sigh. It took some work to get the fires going and to retrieve the dough from its resting place after having been made the night prior, but the routine had become a part of him. A small chuckle escaped his dry throat as he moved towards an old fashioned ice box in the corner and thought on his last vacation where Mrs. Cake and him almost had a heart attack when they woke up in a hotel with nothing to cook.

He slipped out a single glass of water and sipped it. Most would call him old fashioned for thinking it tasted better from the old contraption, and he would agree. Nostalgic memories of his father came to mind, soon replaced by his wife as a teenage girl giggling at him when he first showed her the thing, and then Pinkie. His blood almost ran cold at the thought and the milk kept in there just for her. Shake it off Carrot. She hasn’t said more than a few questions over the last week. She must know it was just a one time thing and to leave it in the past.

“Morning Carrot!”

Mr. Cake’s mind almost malfunctioned upon seeing Pinkie. She was wearing a red mini-skirt and a tank top that fell over one shoulder because it was probably two sizes too wide. His hand shook as he raised his glass to her. “Go-good morning Pinkie. Nice new look. What happened to your normal, long, safe skirts or tight, modest shirts?”

Pinkie giggled as her hooves clattered on the stone floor. She bent over to get her milk and Cake’s eyes went to the swishing tail that extended from her and for just a moment thought he caught sight of a slightly redder slit between her thighs. “Pinkie?”

She took a long drink, her throat visibly shifting with each large swallow and a little coming out of the side of her mouth. She only took it away when the bottle was completely drained. “Hm? Oh, yeah, Im just trying a new look. Rarity says it can be quite refreshing at times. Now, I’ll go get the twins awake and to school. You just stay here and make this cold place more… comfortable for the two of us. And Mrs. Cake of course.”

He watched as she did a cartwheel from standstill and this time knew for a fact that he wasn’t just imagining things. Pinkie still hated underwear, and at least in here, didn’t care for a moment about it. His throat was completely dry despite the now empty bottle in his hand. No. Just don’t think about it and get ready. Pinkie is smart and flexible. She wouldn’t just let any stallion see that. The thought made him pause again before he shook it away.

The next hour was consumed by Mr. Cake trying to keep himself busy but to no avail as memories of the past continued to broke through his walls. The years when he always had to be so careful with the furnaces, always tried not to drop the dough he now deftly handled without a second thought, and the blue mare that accompanied him. He felt his excitement rise as memories of licking frosting off of his heat filled wife floated back.

Those were immediately dismissed when the fur changed to match his wife’s mane. By the time Pinkie had come back, he was contemplating just closing up shop with how wrecked he felt. A smile came from the mare and she jumped over the counter. Mr. Cake’s eyes only barely managed to not try to steal another peak up her skirt. “Hello Carrot.”

“You’ve never used my first name so casually. Did, um, something cause you to change recently?”

Pinkie wrapped her arms around one of his and she rose on the balls of her feet to run her flat body along him. He shuddered as her eyes didn’t stray for a second from his. “I just decided that after so long we could finally be this close. Like last week.”

“Well, um, not that close, right?”

She smiled wide. “Of course not silly. Despite those nice things you said.”

A stab of pain shot through his chest at the memory in the shower and confessing just how strongly he felt for her. A single calming breath was all he needed to attempt to hide it from Pinkie. If I don’t react, she won’t be encouraged to continue. Just keep it together. He reached behind the counter and lifted a pound cake cupcake with pumpkin frosting. “Like always, your reward for taking the twins to school, especially since I probably should have today.”

Pinkie shook her head after having popped the whole thing in her mouth. “Don’sh ‘orry about it.” She swallowed and then spat the paper wrapper out and into the trash can. “I like taking them and they like my piggy back rides.” A gasp came from her as she grabbed Mr. Cake’s hands. “Maybe you can give me a piggyback ride sometime? It has been so long since we’ve done something like that.”

Mr. Cake turned as red as his brightest Red Velvet cake and tried to stammer out a response. The ringing of a customer walking in saved him and he turned to face the front. A young white mare was walking across the floor and keeping her hooves light against the wood. He focused on the bouncing of her large chest to whisk away thoughts of Pinkie’s pussy against the back of his head.

“Hello Sweetie Belle. What can I get you today?”

She straightened out her floor length skirt. “Well, I had a craving for a banana split. Is that still up your alley?”

Pinkie nodded and squatted low to pull out a single banana while Mr. Cake got the ice cream. He looked to Pinkie once the vanilla and chocolate were in the bowl, only to see the banana wasn’t peeled yet. Instead, she was looking at it like she was evaluating the best way to peel it. “Pinkie, you just-”

A pink hand came up to cut him off and she seemed to nod to herself. That was when both Sweetie and Mr. Cake paled as Pinkie’s lips curled around the stalk of the banana. A small crunch could be heard as she briefly bit down, but for the rest of the length down she kept her lips firmly against the banana. Both bystanders could only imagine the amount of tongue work required to not let a single part of the separated peel show itself as she worked her mouth along the side. Once she reached the bottom of the peel, Pinkie slowly pulled away, constantly keeping the fruit’s skin taught before finally letting go.

Sweetie swallowed hard as her faced burned and Pinkie pulled out the actual banana. “Yo-you know what, I Don’t think I’m interested anymore.”

Mr. Cake nodded absent mindedly and muttered, “Don’t waste the banana,” before he could think about it properly.

Pinkie could only smile at the two as she continued her show and pushed the fruit into her mouth, centimeter, by centimeter. With each passing moment, Mr. Cake’s imagination grew stronger and stronger and he just wanted to take that banana’s place already. No! Mrs. Cake comes back today. Just, just a few more hours of whatever this is and it can all be over and things can go back to how they were.

Sweetie blinked a few times as Pinkie put the other end of the banana in her mouth. She had watched the confectioner's jaw the whole time and not once had she chewed. Pinkie giggled as she heard the front doors slam open because of the temporarily red mare.

“Pinkie, how about you work in the back and I’ll take the counter by myself today?”

She shook her head. “I thought I might stay at the counter with you like Mrs. Cake does so that we’re both here when she gets here. Besides, we have plenty baking already.”

He nodded as he cleared his throat. The business day finally started and for the most part it was okay for the yellow stallion. A slight brush here, a hug there, and the occasional bow to a leaving customer was all Pinkie really managed to use against Mr. Cake. He had already succumbed to her whims earlier though, and now Mr. Cake felt and saw everything because he knew who they were for. Even when the whole place was full, she only ever gave a chance to him. By the time four o’ clock came around, he was panting as Pinkie came beside him.

“Excuse me.”

He did as he was told. Only another hour, maybe two. Or less if the train is early. Please let the train be early. He heard the snap of their step ladder and groaned. The soft clopping of her hooves begged for him to look. The sweet scent that permeated her very aura drew him in. And then there was that cute little voice that always called to him, just like now.

“I can’t seem to see the pie flavoring. Do you see it?”

Mr. Cake saw it all right. Slight trickles of liquid that matted down the hair on her legs. The dark pink fur only begged his eyes further up. And then she spread her legs and looked down at him. Her scent permeated the air and his cock quickly hardened as a single drop fell into his mouth. “Yes Carrot?”

He ran out of the front of the store and panted over one of the kitchen counters in the back. He had to do it now or his wife might see. He had to do it now before Pinkie did something she shouldn’t. “Pinkie, close up early and start cleaning the front. I’ll take care of back here.” Please she believe me, please she not know what I’m doing.

He had only just dropped his pants before soft, pink arms came around him. “It is my job to clean the front, right?”

“Pi-Pink–”

“Shh. Let your wife do as she should for her faithful husband.”

His heart almost skipped a beat at the words, but that was possibly because of the slender fingers that now came around his hard cock. He groaned as her hands started to go up and down on along him. “You- you aren’t my, ung.”

Pinkie nibbled into his neck and let out a pleasured moan. “I know, but wouldn’t it be nice? This shows me that you meant what you said in the shower. That you love me. That we should have always been together.” She licked along his neck as one hand started to cradle his balls.

Mr. Cake started to pant. He had been almost blue balled for the whole day and Pinkie’s fur and small digits felt better than anything he’d ever had at the moment. A grunt came from him as her hand tightened on his balls. “Pinkie stop.”

Pinkie let out a long moan. “Say it three times fast.”

Mr. Cake almost couldn’t believe what he had heard. A mare more than half his age was jerking him off and still able to play jokes. A tear came to his eye as he opened his mouth and could say nothing. All he could do was curse time and thank Celestia for the being that was Pinkie.

A shiver ran along Pinkie’s body as the sausage in her hands twitched. One gripped his hard shaft while the other covered his tip and had her thumb go back and forth of the peak. As much as the almost vice grip on him hurt, Mr. Cake didn’t dare say anything. He knew he should. It would be the perfect way to make her let go, but the build up of his desires had made a solid wall against these thoughts. So he merely let Pinkie’s hand get lubricated by his precum as he came closer and closer to finishing and relished in the wonderful feeling of her fur.

With each pained grunt and groan, Pinkie almost lost her mind. She had been so afraid he hadn’t seen her. Hadn’t noticed all that she had done to get him riled back up. Now though, it was pure ecstasy to her.

His balls clenched and her hands went to cover the entirety of his tip. He stopped himself from yelling out and merely thrust against the net of fingers to give it its catch. Thick ropes of white soon shot out from him and covered the pink fingers with each shuddering moment of his orgasm. Pinkie came around to in front of Mr. Cake as he fell to the ground of the kitchen.

Her legs spread open and a shudder went through her as his eyes zeroed back onto her crotch. “i wouldn’t look down there.” Another shiver ran through her as his eyes went up her cute body and to her face. Just as the day had begun, now he had to watch as Pinkie slipped thick liquid down into her throat. This time though, she didn’t waste a drop.

Ding dong. “Honey? Pinkie? Where are you two? I saw you had closed the shop early.”

Nothing worked in Mr. Cake’s head as his wife called. She-she can’t be. She simply can’t be. His mind fully submitted to nothing as Pinkie’s wet lips came into contact with his bone dry mouth. It was like an ocean upon a dessert as her tongue swirled around his mouth. It’s even salty.

“Don’t worry. I’ll distract her while you clean up.” Pinkie turned on her heel and walked out to the lobby.

For another moment he just sat there. He could hear the voices of the two most important girls in his life. They were happy, friends, and yet bitter enemies if Mrs. Cake ever found out. The thought scared him. No, it terrified him.

Finally, he began to move. A quickly retrieved sponge was all it took to remove the drops of arousal that had come from Pinkie and the few drops of semen she had missed. His wife eventually came in and they hugged, kissed, and he forced a smile. She still filled his heart with joy, but Pinkie was constantly there to weigh on his mind.

“You look tired honey. I got plenty of sleep on the train ride home, so you go get ready for bed.” Mrs. Cake leaned up and whispered into his ear. “I’ll make sure to come up early enough so we can celebrate being together again.

He numbly nodded. “Thank you.” With each step away from Mrs. Cake, the heavier his heart grew. Twice. He had now fucked up twice. His door closed quietly while Pinkie watched from the top of the stairs and bit her lip.

I could go in and make him happy. A simple dismissal was all it took for her to kill the thought and dip into her room. She assumed he was confused, though she would fix that eventually. She pulled out a magazine and turned to ‘her’ article as she laid on the bed.

Ten tips to distract stallions while giving them nothing. Abridged by Pinkie so as to get any guy. She giggled at the description she had chosen and mentally checked off each action she had done. Only two were left untouched, the most important two.

1. Get him to impregnate you.

2. Get the man to marry you.

She spent a moment staring at the borrowed magazine and pushed it against her chest. A small smile spread across her face as one hand delved into her sopping wet nethers. She knew there would be problems, but at this point she couldn’t go back. Their relationship had changed and she had to keep it this way. She couldn’t let it go back, not when her heart swelled at the sight of him.

She loved that feeling, and even if it meant hurting Mrs. Cake, she wasn’t going to give it up.