Constant, pounding raindrops pattered against the exterior windows of Sugarcube Corner, and the rushing water, blowing wind, and occasional claps of thunder were the only sounds Mr. Cake could hear at the moment. It was actually peaceful, standing in front of the window in the empty store and listening to the calming sounds of the weather in relative quiet. It was a pretty sure sign that Pinkie Pie is somewhere else at least.

It'd been only two days since his wife had left with the twins to visit her family. They'd wanted him to go along, but with a big holiday coming up, they couldn't afford to close down the store for a week. So it was just him there, listening to the rare silence. Well... him and Pinkie. It shouldn't bother him, should it? The idea of spending most of a week with just her. She's almost like a daughter after all, and putting that aside that, an employee. There's nothing inappropriate about them being alone together for so long. In fact, there's no reason he should have even thought about that, it's so completely ridiculous.

He sighed, and went back to wiping down a table, hoping Cup Cake wasn't having any problems with the inclement weather.

Pinkie Pie would’ve been elsewhere, maybe with her friends or throwing a party, but thanks to the rain, she had been up in her room and taking the much-needed naps to be as energetic and perky as she is. The sound effect of her bounces marked the arrival of the pink creature as she bounced down the stairs in an entirely dangerous-looking manner with ease. “Good evening Mr. Cake! Thankies for letting me take a nap after the store closed, I really needed that!” she chirped with that high-pitched noise that she makes so often.

Speak of the... "Evening, Pinkie," Carrot Cake answered her, after resisting the urge to warn the pony about precariously pronking down the stairs. He had an idea how much good that would do to stop her energetic antics. "And don't mention it. There wasn't much to do after such a slow day anyway." He gestured at the still-storming view outside.

“Well, I guess that means there’s nothing for Pinkie to do outside today. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Cake?” The energetic pony asked as she bounced over to him, invading his personal space as she halted herself with her front hooves, causing her whole self to lean forward a little and almost booping him in the nose with her own. The way that rear raised from her brakes...

The timing was so wrong he could almost believe she was doing it on purpose, wording it that way. Smiling nervously and taking a step back, the amber stallion shook his head. "I, uh, don't think so, Pinkie." After considering for a moment, he added, "Maybe help me finish cleaning off these tables?"

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie Pie chirped energetically, as she bounced backwards to the sink to get a damp piece of cloth, humming one of her songs all the while as she hopped around the store wiping them tables up.

Relieved that it was just Pinkie being Pinkie, he continued cleaning a stubborn stain off one of the round tables used for customers to eat. Seeing her bounce all over the place, Mr. Cake chuckled. "I still wonder how you manage to always have so much energy." Sure, he'd been more excitable as a younger stallion, but he'd never seen somepony as full of life as the young mare with him.

“Well SOMEpony’s gotta be happy for everypony!” Pinkie explained as she leaned onto a table, standing on her hind legs to scrub it with both of her forelegs. Wagging her tail from one side to another along with that happy tune of hers, she still seemed to bounce even as she’s standing in place, putting that little wiggle in her hips along with her humming.

The stallion kept smiling at her happy go lucky answer as he worked, until he looked up to see her waving her hips and lost track of whatever he was going to say. "That's...uh..." He started walking to put the rag he was using back, chiding himself. "A very positive outlook."

“Mmhmm!” Pinkie hummed as she zipped from the table to the bar, propping herself up the same way and scrubbing away, smiling adorably while doing so.

Mr. Cake almost turns away again, but keeps going. The way he saw it, if she walks right in front of him, then he's not really trying to look, right? Those round, mesmerizing flanks just happened to be in sight. He hit the edge of the counter as he passed, muttering an "Ow," before continuing to the sink.

“Are you alright, Mr. Cake?” Pinkie asked with that cute, innocent, concerned face of hers. Her head tilted to the side just a little, making her look like a worried puppy. It was a strange combination of innocence and dat flank of hers.

"I'm fine, Pinkie. Thanks." His pride hurt more anyway, from that minor embarrassment. There was no denying to himself now that he's getting... Distracted. Depositing the cloth into the sink, he turned and looked over the shop, and couldn't think of anything else to be done. "I think that's all we needed to do, after you finish that counter."

“Okie Mr Cakey!” Pinkie giggled as she doubled her effort in scrubbing the counter sparkling clean, with so much perkiness, so much energy. She just seemed to be in a constant loop of cheerfulness.

"And after that, you have the rest of the day off," Mr. Cake added. He rubbed his mane with a hoof. "It's getting late. I'm going to take a shower.”

“Well, I can’t go anywhere out in the rain. Would you mind if I stay inside tonight, Mr. Cake?” Pinkie asked as she finished scrubbing the counter and zipped over to the sink to dump her damp cloth into it.

"Of course not, Pinkie," he answered. She lived here too, so he couldn't just tell her she can't stay inside. And he couldn't blame her for not wanting to get wet.

...a thought that conjured all sorts of mental images which made him want to get upstairs faster. To that end, the stallion walked towards the stairs quickly.

“Awesome!” Pinkie squeaked in a high-pitched noise as she bounced over to the stairs too, being done with work. She’d probably be heading to her room and maybe to take a shower or something. “So who should go shower first?” The pink party pony asked, letting him decide.

Generously, he answered with a joking, "You can go first, as long as you don't use up all the hot water."

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie chirped and hopped up the steps, passing him, allowing him to look at that cute, bouncy, perky rump of hers as she bounced up to the bathroom, her bushy tail was in just the perfect spot to keep him from seeing more.

Carrot Cake cursed that pink, curly, tail cruelly keeping him from seeing what was just underneath. But, maybe- no, it would be wrong. ... though would she really mind if she didn't find out? "Oh, Pinkie," he said in a forced casual tone. "I had an idea for us to save time."

Pinkie’s bouncing skidded to a halt with an audible sound effect. It made her do that forward lean again and raised her hindquarters a little higher, almost enough for him to see under that curly tail of hers before she dropped down to the ground and spun around to face him in a flash again. “Yes~, Mr Cake?” She replied in her cheerful sing-song voice.

It took him a moment to remember. "...I thought, since we both need to use the bathroom, why don't you tell me when you're in the shower, and I can come in and brush my teeth?" He hoped he sold it sounding nonchalant.

Pinkie thought on that for a second, putting on her thinking face, before beaming up brightly again. “Okie dokie lokie! That sounds good to me!” she chirped happily, sounding fine with the thought.

It took effort to stop himself from celebrating. "Okay, good. Then you go on and get in, and I'll wait." His chest started to rise and fall a little faster. He was really about to do this, despite the risk. To try to steal a peek at Pinkie Pie.

“Will do!” Pinkie squeaked as she bounced into the bathroom and closed the door, but didn’t lock it. A short moment later he could hear the sound of running shower. “Okay! I’m showering~!” Pinkie’s voice came in that unique sing-song way that she liked to do so much of.

Hearing it sent shivers up the stallion's spine, and he reached for the doorknob, entering the room that was already starting to fill with steam. He stood in the doorway for a moment, hesitating to take the next step. His wife had only been gone for two days, and he's gone this far already. Was he so weak? So entranced?

Or maybe it was only natural. He walked inside, shutting the door behind him, and basked in the tempting knowledge that only a few feet away, Pinkie Pie was running hot water over her entire body, wet fur glistening. It would have been so easy to slip past the curtain and join her.

And would she really mind? She had been with them for a while already. She was practically a daughter to them! She certainly didn’t seem to mind his presence in the room with nothing but a thin curtain between them. The bathroom’s lights allowed him to see the outline of the showering young filly, barely a mare. The way that she ran the shampoo all over her coat was certainly very tempting...

... so tempting, and so wrong. Carrot sighed and looked at his scruffy muzzle in the mirror, wondering how he got to that point as he idly attached his toothbrush to his hoof via a strap. Even forgetting that he was married, and a father now, and that she was his employee, and his tenant... Nothing he wanted to do to her would even be legal for years yet. The thoughts he was having were the kind that get stallions' faces in newspapers and them thrown into dungeons.

Of course he couldn’t actually do anything about it. Figuring he may as well actually brush his teeth, Mr. Cake reached his hoof to the medicine cabinet and opened it, then froze as he saw something, a flash of pink, in the moving mirror. He'd forgotten about the smaller mirror they kept in the shower itself, and couldn't have seen anything with the angle it's at without being suspicious. But, with the angle the wall mirror reached when he opened it to get to the toothpaste, the reflection let him see a small image of the showering mare. The view was small, but more than enough. It wasn’t like what he imagined.

Teasingly, torturously, it was even better than that. With her facing away from the mirror, he saw another view of that taut, round, perfectly plump ass. That time even better for the water running over it, and the soaked tail hanging down and just barely keeping her covered. He waited, holding his breath, and watched to see if she moved it without knowing he can see. In his sheath, he felt a familiar tingling as he pictured putting his hooves on each of her cutie marks and fucking the filly up against the wall of the shower.

What he managed to get a tiny glimpse of was even better, just as her soaked tail began to move, barely allowing him to see the very edge of what was the beginning of her hidden treasure, her soapy hoof came and blocked his view. But before he could curse it or wonder if she had noticed, her hoof began to move. Rubbing and cleaning her privates in such a torturously teasing way. It made sense, she had to be careful. Being such a young filly, she must still be very sensitive there and rubbing too hard might cause her to make some... inappropriate noises.

It was a good thing she couldn’t see him right then, or Carrot Cake would have had some explaining to do. He averted his eyes, but not before other parts of his body had thoroughly started to enjoy the show. Closing the mirrored cabinet harder than strictly necessary, he muttered something about being done in between heavy breaths and left the room before he made any more stupid decisions. He left behind the pink little pony to shower, oblivious to what just happened.

Stupid, so stupid... As he marched down the hall to his bedroom, he had to wonder if it was worth it. Risking everything for a peek at Pinkie's private parts. His erection twitched, as if answering an immediate and enthusiastic “yes.” He opened the door to his bedroom- his and his wife's bedroom- and practically fell into the bed, already frustrated in more ways than just the obvious one. In the dark room, Mr. Cake resolved to forget it all: everything in the last ten or fifteen minutes. He was lonely, and tired. The weather probably had something to do with it. He took off his hat and sets it on the nightstand, putting his face in the pillow.

...unsurprisingly, sleep didn't come. The hardness pressed painfully into the mattress was too distracting for that, and the thoughts about what he saw wouldn’t leave. Groaning, Carrot turned over onto his back, feeling the open air against his shaft. It wasn’t going to go down for a while at that rate, but he could do something about that at least. He could even make up for what he did; fantasizing about his wife and how he’d like to greet her when she gets home.

When he finished, it wasn't her he was thinking about.

Author's Note

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