Shortcake stepped through the cobblestone laden streets of Ponyville. His chestnut mane bounced above his head, and the early morning light struck his sandy blond coat. He’d woken up bright and early for this, his saddlebag filled with the various supplies he’d need to start his day at his newest job, assistant cake decorator at Sugarcube Corner.
He’d been quite lucky to land the job, he hadn’t even known that the bakery was hiring. He’d simply walked past the store one day when Ms.Cake had called him over. He could remember it now as he made his way closer to the candy coated building.
“Oh sweetie~” She had called, that soft, motherly voice of hers hitting his ears. he’d turned to find her standing there, leaning out over the top of the dutch doors that made up the entrance.
“Who me?” He replied, looking around to make sure.
She’d giggled, nodding. “Of course you silly. I don’t see any other strapping young stallions who might want to help out a lady in need.”
Shortcake had blinked. He’d been to Sugarcube corner a few times, everyone in town had. He’d eyed the well rounded blue mare from afar several times, but this had been the first time they’d spoken more than the casual greetings and hellos that brokered the usual customer/client relationship. He stopped whatever he was doing and walked over.
“Oh...well...what do you need help with?”
Ms.Cake had leaned over that door, with him standing at the bottom of the steps, and her on her hind legs, the usually short mare could look down at him, leaning over until their noses almost touched. Shortcake had blushed.
“Well now, you see my husband is going to a bakers competition in Manehatten. Normally I would go with him, but there’s also going to be a rush of new Ponyville residents in this week, and we need to keep the shop open to introduce the new clientele. My usual assistant Pinkie Pie and I will be here working all by ourselves while Mr Cake goes off and wins that competition.” She sighed. “Sadly, some of the cakes here are very heavy, and we need a strong, tall stallion to complete the larger orders.” Shortcake felt the hair on the back of his neck tingle. “Very big cakes and such you see. Without Mr Cake, poor Pinkie and I could never do it on our own. Would you be interested in helping? I notice you have a baking cutie mark on that flank of yours.”
Shortcake’s blush got a bit brighter as he looked to the cutie mark in question. His rump emblazoned with his namesake; a simple slice of shortcake with a strawberry on top. Admittedly not the most manly of cutie marks, but he knew he way around cakes.
Of course he’d agreed immediately
Mrs.Cake had thanked him with her kindly smile, and told him to be at the shop first thing in the morning. He’d never admit to her how much he appreciated that she didn’t close those dutch doors when she turned and walked back into the shop. He’d also never admit how he leaned up to get a better view as she went back to work.
One thing Shortcake would never admit to anyone at all, was how much he pined after Mrs.Cake’s ass. He’d always been an ass-stallion from the moment he hit puberty just some few years ago. Some stallions appreciated the curves of a mare’s foreleg, or went straight for the naughty bits, but not him. He’d always known that the best part of a mare was a plump, plush, prodigious posterior, and Ms.Cake’s was the single best one in town.
He could have sworn that she threw just a bit more of a sway into those hips as she walked, those smooth, buttery, blue-butt cheeks bobbed in a beautiful ballet as her legs worked to move her forwards, one lovely hill of flesh rising above the other each time her knees bent ever so slightly, that cotton candy swirl of a tail flicking about with each step.
Someone had asked him if he was okay. It took them a few tries before he actually turned away from that amazing show beyond that door to find the local mailmare giving him a cross eyed stare of concern before telling him he was drooling.
He’d mumbled something in embarrassment and run home to...take care of some businesses he needed to attend to in private afterwards.
As he finally closed the distance between himself and Sugar Cube Corner today, he hoped that no one from inside the building had noticed his lecherous stare. He approached those familiar dutch-doors, both halves were closed this time as he silently adjusted his bag and fixed his mane a little bit before knocking a quick staccato beat on the chocolate themed upper half.
He didn’t get to the second knock before it swung inwards faster than he thought possible. It looked as if the door had disappeared in the blink of an eye.
“Hi!” The chipperness of the sudden greeting almost knocked him off the small steps as his vision was filled by a pair of blue eyes surrounded by a sea of pink. “You must be Shortcake! I’m so glad to meet you!” said that same saccharine voice so quickly it sounded like some strange alien language.
Shortcake took a step back to take in the mare as a whole, with that kind of greeting, and that level of pink, it could only be one mare in all of Ponyville.
“Oh yes, it’s nice to meet you too, Pinkie Pie.” Shortcake nodded, smiling back.
The ecstatic mare opened the bottom half of the dutch door and grabbed his hoof with her own, shaking it up and down so fast he feared for a moment it might catch fire. “Well technically we’ve already met, you came in a week ago and ordered a blueberry cupcake and a milkshake, but you knocked your milkshake over so Ms.Cake gave you a fresh one!” She nodded. “But ‘Glad to meet you’ is just what some ponies say when meeting a new work buddy, so I figured I should say it too!”
Shortcake arched an eyebrow in confusion, struggling to see straight as Pinkie Pie continued shaking his hoof a mile a minute. He just opted to stay silent and waited till the assault of shaking stopped.
The earth-pony was stunned for a moment. For all his fawning about Ms.Cake, he also had to admit Pinkie Pie was no slouch in the plot department. Those bubbly mounds of pink looked so pleasantly pleasing to the eye the poor stallion almost drooled. Shortcake could tell on sight that Pinkie Pie was the kind of mare who liked to indulge in sweets, but ‘oh sweet Celestia’s grace’ did those sweets ever know where to go when they got there.
To put it frankly Pinkie Pie was the envy of anacondas everywhere.
Those twin cheeks put the balloons on either side to shame. Somehow they managed to be so wide that one almost couldn’t see the rest of the mare they were attached to from behind, yet kept the same bouncy perkiness that seemed to run through all of Pinkie like a livewire. It seemed almost impossible, but then, that was just Pinkie Pie all over.
“You coming?” A chipper voice shook Shortcake from his shameless ogling. He looked up from the black hole of attention that was Pinkie Pie’s ass to find the mare looking at him rather curiously.
“O-oh!” His face heated up as he realized his goose was cooked. There was no earthly way she didn't notice him staring. He braced himself for her response as she took a moment eye him. Those big baby blue eyes looked just a hair suspicious as they followed his gaze to where he had been looking only a moment earlier.
"Wait a minute..." She said a low tone, eyes narrowing. "I know what's going on here...."
Shortcake gulped. "Y...you do?"
The party pony nodded. "I've got some leaves in my tail, haven’t I!" She chuckled, and gave her hips a little wiggle, shaking that powder puff of a rear appendage a few times to dislodge a leaf so tiny that even Short Cake's staring hadn't noticed it among the fluffy pink curls. He did however notice just what shakin’ it loose did to the gentle rhythm of her hips as that juicy pink plot of hers quivered about in response. It was all he could do not to fall over. Could the hyperactive mare really be this oblivious?
She nodded resolutely now that the leaf was shaken free, all seemed to be right with the world. "There we go, glad I got that out before we got to business." She was at his side before he could blink, whispering conspiratorially in his ear. "That could have been embarrassing..." He couldn't help but notice her breath smelled slightly of strawberries.
He just nodded as robotically as possible. "Y-yeah...glad that's taken care of."
Pinkie pie nodded, bounding forwards into the store. "Yepperoni! Now just follow me and I'll show you the ropes! Ol' mama Pinkie Pie knows this store like the back of her hoof! We'll have you taking Mr.Cake's place while he's away like no one's business!”
Shortcake woodenly followed behind her, quite glad he would receive an apron soon, it was getting very hard to hide the more awkward parts of his anatomy as he stepped past the threshold and into the store proper.
The inside of Sugarcube Corner was done up in its usual aesthetic; sweet upon sweet upon sweet, there was very little inside that wasn't sugar themed. Of course the sweetest treats of all were the waitresses instead. Mrs.Cake stood behind the counter, reaching for something on the bottom of as shelf fully stocked with all kinds of cake decorating tools and treats. Shortcake weren't sure what she was reaching for, but he found he couldn't rightly be asked to care as he noticed the gentle bob and sway of Mrs.Cakes hips, dancing to a little tune she hummed. It seemed to be a little ditty he wasn't quite aware of. Whatever it was, her tone was quite a bit deeper than her usual cheerful timbre, now almost motherly. There was the occasional murmured word as she hunted for whatever elusive thing she was attempting to find, but it was lost on him.
Pinkie did a little twirl as she flounced behind the counter, stepping up next to Mrs.Cake.
Shortcake's jaw dropped as she bent down right next to the matron of Sugar Cube corner to speak with her on her own level. "What are you looking' for Mrs.C?" She said cheerfully. "The new Intern is here, and I'd like to get him started with your permission!"
There was a whispered exchange after that, He couldn't hear a word that was said, but then again it hardly mattered. It was almost too much to handle. The interning stallion could hardly believe the view he was suddenly being presented with. The twin pairs of delicious cheeks looked far more delectable than any cake or pie in the whole of the shop. Pink and blue, the colors offsetting each other beautifully as Pinkie Pie chattered excitedly with the older mare in those hushed tones.
Mrs.Cake's rump was quite obviously bigger than Pinkie Pie's by a country mile. The shorter mare had quite a bit more poundage than the comparatively slender Pink mare. Pinkie Pie's particularly placed pudge seemed to know exactly where to center itself, giving her quite the ample amount of Junk in her Trunk. Next to Mrs.Cake however, the poor mare almost seemed small. Though Mrs.Cake's shape was far more round in general. The mare seemed much softer than her younger assistant, rounded curves of soft flesh around her belly, thighs and haunches adding something to the overall impression of softness you got when looking at her. Mrs. Cake was far from being a fat mare by any means, but she just seemed to have the certain round softness that came with age, and perhaps with being a mother...She certainly had the mothering hips part down.
The whispering continued, and as it seemed to wind down, Pinkie Pie gave Mrs.Cake's hips a playful bump with her own. The effect was like watching a stone getting thrown into a perfectly placid pond. A ripple of flesh arcing away from the point of contact, traveling through either cheek in a way that made Shortcake bite his lip, something he had a feeling he might be doing a lot during his time here.
Pinkie leaned back up as Mrs.Cake grabbed something between her teeth. The new intern pointedly stared at the ceiling as she looked back at him, really wishing they'd hurry up and give him that apron, or anything, he'd have accepted a handkerchief at this point, so long as it covered him. It was getting really hard to keep his not-so-short-cake in check.
"Mrs.Cake said I can give you the full tour, get you warmed up and such." Pinkie Pie giggled, clicking her forehooves together happily. "You're going to love it here while Mr.Cake's away just you wait and see!"
Shortcake smiled awkwardly, nodding. "I'm sure I will, I've always loved to bake really this is kind of a dream job."
"I know right!?" Pinkie gave a little hop. "I feel the same way! It's the tastiest job in the universe! Couldn't ask for a better place to work, and the perks are just the best! "
The stallion's ears twitched a bit. "Perks? What kind of perks?" He chuckled. "Do we get to keep the leftovers at the end of the day?"
Pinkie Pie blinked. "Oh yeah! That too!"
Shortcakes' brow furrowed in confusion. "Too? What else is th-Hey!"
He found himself being pushed forwards towards the kitchen, propelled by Pinkie Pie Power (™) as she forced him forwards.
"This is the kitchen!" she chirped. "Where all the magic is done!"Pinkie pie threw her hooves out in either direction with a flourish.
The kitchen in Sugar Cube Corner was bigger than it looked on the outside, it must have been some kind of architectural trick to make it appear as though it was simple as a small, sweetly constructed cottage instead of this massive interior operation that it apparently was instead. There were several stoves in the corner, each with something sweet baking inside of them, little timers ticking away to let the pair of mares running the show know when they could take the sweet treats within out before they were burned. There were more shelves still, stacked with more spices than Shortcake knew existed, along with various pots and pans and tins for baking all kinds of things.
Pinkie Pie was suddenly wearing an army helmet for some reason, saluting to the room at large. "I like to call this place the command center, sir!" She announced, but she couldn't keep a giggle from breaking through. "You'll get used to being here after a while. I know it's a bit daunting at first, but you'll have it down in two shakes!" She playfully waggled her hips, much to Shortcake's interest. "Swish, swish!"
Shortcake nodded, chuckling a bit as well. "I'm sure I will, I've worked in a few kitchens here and there, this one can't be too different." He nodded. "So, what do we do first? Make some dough? Stir some batter?"
Pinkie Pie blinked for a moment, seeming to consider his statement. "Weeeeelllll first things first, you have to be initiated. Mr.Cake did it to me, but since he's not here Mrs.Cake and I will have to do it you." She stepped forwards,closing the gap between herself and the slightly blushing intern. "I know it's a bit unorthodox, but who who wants to orth a dox anyway? Sounds yucky really." She giggled. "So...I'll just have to warm you up, so that she and I can break you in properly."
Shortcake did a mental double take. Okay there was no way even she missed the innuendo in that sentence, it was like a hammer to the face really. But...she was Pinkie Pie, she had her own way of thinking...Perhaps it was just a coincidence.
"Uh...yeah...right break me in...so what...dough? That's kinda complicated, a good test of my abilities you think?"
Pinkie giggled again, stepping just a hair closer, her chest brushing against his as her nose came within kissing distance. Man her lips looked soft...Shortcake chased that thought away and took a step back.
"Oh...we're gonna be kneading some dough alright..." Pinkie Pie's voice sounded quite a few semitones lower than it had a few moments earlier. She stepped up and closed the gap a second time. Shortcake felt the cool wood of the wall against his rump as she cornered him.
"I'm....I'm uh....P-pinkie....Pinkie Pie what are you doing?" He asked, stumbling over his words as the mare suddenly seemed to loom over him. like a shark over a piece of meat...
"Breaking you in of course..." The Pink Pony purred, licking her lips slowly. Shortcake really, really wished he had that apron now. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find her lips pressed against his, kissing him deeply as her body began to press close against him. The intern was pushed up against the wall onto his forelegs. Pinkie's soft, warm belly pressing intimately against what he'd been attempting to hide all day. He gave a moan of surprise, squirming against her as she pressed urgently against his body. He could feel the heat of her flesh as the pink of her coat began to turn red with blush.
The poor stallion couldn't help himself, his hooves began to wander. It was impossible to resist such a lush playground of apparently willing flesh. He caressed down along her sides, before his hooves began to circle those bountiful balloons on the sides of her flanks, drawing a moan from her, vibrating into the kiss as her tongue invaded his mouth, dominating his totally.
Those hooves wandered down from her flanks, unable to resist the true treasure of her ample form. He shamelessly began to knead and grope at her ass. It was just as soft as it had appeared, if not moreso, but somehow also firm and supple under his touch, his hooves sinking into that warm plentiful pink as they shared a moan. That ass did the balloons on either side proud as he squeezed, pressed and spared on inch of that prodigious plot his lecherous touch.
"Pinkie!"
Shortcake's blood ran cold as he heard a familiar voice from the doorway. Pinkie Pie froze mid-kiss as the intern looked at the mare standing there with a harsh frown on her face.
Shortcake's mind reeled. It hadn't been his fault had it? She'd more or less tackled him and he was just responding really, that was a blameless act really... but then again the Cakes basically treated Pinkie Pie like a daughter, and there were really no excuse to get out of this. She'd basically caught him with her tongue halfway down his throat, and his hands playing with her cheeks like molding clay.
Pinkie Pie broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment as she looked over her shoulder at the owner of the shop they had been frenching in. "I-I'm sorry Mrs.Cake, I got a little bit carried away."
"I'll say you did!" The full figured mare walked up to the quivering colt, still pinned against the wall. She shot daggers at the pair of them, looking between him and Pinkie Pie again and again for a few moments. "You can't get him that hot and bothered without me!"
Shortcake felt his perceptions of the world do a backflip, crash, reboot and then give it all up and just bluescreen. "I...um...what?"
Pinkie Pie took a step back, allowing him to get back down on all fours in front of the pair of mares. He found a pair of bedroom eyes either way he looked. Mrs.Cake was right, Pinkie's advances had gotten him fairly hot and bothered, there was no point hiding it now, his cock hung out of its sheath, bobbing about like a flagpole in the wind. He just stared dumbly.
Mrs.Cake was the first to speak, stepping forwards and placing a hoof on his chest. "You see sweety." She said, stroking him a great deal more than was absolutely necessary, her hoof running along his shoulder, feeling the muscles there. "Our last intern was Pinkie Pie here..." She nodded towards the energetic pony, who nodded. "And while she's fun...I need something a little more..." She took a deep breath, and seemed to shudder with the exhale. "Exciting...while Carrot is away." She lowered her hoof and nuzzled against his neck, walking along beside him and drawing her body against his form like a cat in heat. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him...and I know you're interested..."
Shortcake gave a moan as her tail caressed against his chin, the wide curve of her flank pillowing warmly against his chest as it went by, filling him with its warmth.
"I've seen you looking, being such a good boy...never touching..." The older mare said slowly. Pinkie Pie joined in now, rubbing against the flustered intern’s other side. They both sat their chins on his back, a blue and Pink rump pressing against his chest on either side, slowly sashaying back and forth, twin cotton candy tails occasionally flicking against his neck and chin. They smelled indulgent; almost sinfully sweet as he found himself flanked in warmth. "Don't tell me you haven't dreamed of this very thing a thousand nights? All you have to do is take it..."
Shortcake could hardly stand it; the sensations were flooring him on every level. The deep coo of their voices, the soft, warm sensation of their touch, that sensually sweet scent, he could even taste it slightly on his tongue as he licked his lips. He shuddered and shook, blushing like a red velvet cake instead of his namesake. Mrs.Cake was a married mare, if he did what she was asking it'd be cheating plain and simple. He would be a party to adultery. What would Mr.Cake think? He hadn't had much extended contact with the lanky stallion but he liked him well enough, could he do this to the orange and yellow baker?
He felt something warm and wet against his cutie mark. Shortcake looked back to see Mrs.Cake licking slowly across his flank, closing her eyes and moaning at his taste.
Okay yeah, screw Mr.Cake. There were much more important things at stake here, like his boner.
He couldn't help himself, he took a page out of Mrs.Cake's book and leaned over to her rump, his eyes taking in its shape and size for a few minutes, before his own tongue slipped free of his lips and slowly lathered over her flank, taking his time, luxuriously experiencing her taste. She was warm and hot, and her flesh gave just ever so slightly under the touch of his tongue. He heard Mrs.Cake give a surprised, pleasure chuckle, Pinkie Pie's own little laugh mixing with it in the air as the older mare shuddered with pleasure.
"There we go...yes...oh yes I think you'll do just fine..." She leaned against him a bit more heavily. “Why don’t you come with us...we'll show you the back room…”
Author's Note
Sorry for being such a cock-tease, but to make up for the wait on this commission, the Back-Room will be its own little chapter, filled with kinky threesome cakepony sex. So look forwards to that.
