Author's Note

Chapter 2 is here! Things gets heated up!

Thinking about the Pie.

If yesterday was calm and quiet while Pinkie napped, then this could be considered her making up for lost time. Upbeat music played from a record in one corner of the main room of Sugarcube Corner, while everywhere else was a layer of streamers and balloons and confetti, and of course, the young mare's close friends. Standing behind the counter resolutely, Mr. Cake couldn't say he was even sure what event she was celebrating, and with that pony, there's never any guarantee there is a special event at all. All he knew is that having all these young mares around was doing nothing good for his focus.

He glanced over to the table with the refreshments, and immediately saw Rarity facing away from him. He looked away, still apparently in that much control of himself, only to see Fluttershy stretching out on the couch, with a cute yawn that he had to try to ignore. And of course, worst of all, Pinkie Pie danced in the middle of the room, right where he had the best and worst view in the house. It was a miracle none of them noticed him sweating, or trying not to steal looks and ending up looking more suspicious in the process.

Somehow, he made it through the party without saying or doing anything that made somepony call the Guard. He almost would have said no to the party, if he had had the heart to deny Pinkie and those enormous puppy-dog eyes. Carrot Cake hoped he wouldn't regret that weakness as he packed up uneaten food that was left over.

Pinkie herself had just finished sending the last of her friends out, waving her hoof ever so excitedly while bouncing at the same time. And when they were far away enough, she closed the door and zipped over to get the broom. Bouncing past the tormented stallion, still so painfully energetic despite the partying and dancing and playing with her close friends.

Moving cupcakes from a platter to a tin foil-wrapped container, the stallion had a few filthy fleeting thoughts about what she could do with all that energy she seems to have. Mr. Cake moved the container onto his back and followed her into the kitchen, but only because he was going that way anyway.

“Thanks again for letting me throw a party for my friends here, Mr. Cake! They really appreciate it too!” Pinkie chirped and beamed him a bright wide smile as she starts to sweep the kitchen for any loose crumbs and dust from the day’s baking.

That adorable, innocent, smile, it couldn't help but put one like it on his own face. "Of course, Pinkie. I enjoyed it too." He reached a hoof out to pat her withers, but stopped and pulled it back before making contact. That's a bad road to go down in his state of mind. Carrot just continued toward the fridge with the leftover desserts.

The silence is too much for him to hope for, unfortunately. “So do you need me to help bake some more goodies tonight, Mr. Cake? There’s nothing else for me to do after we’re done cleaning. Is there anything else you want me to do?” The pink perky filly asked him innocently, her eyes fluttering as she shows her cheerfulness and cuteness as she usually does.

Without thinking, Mr. Cake answered with a breathless, "Yes." It took him a second to realize and amend as quickly as he could, "I mean no, nothing at all."

...It would’ve been nice if he had gotten away, wouldn’t it? “Are you sure, Mr. Cake? If there’s anything you want me to do you can just say and Pinkie Pie will be on the case!” The mare in question chirped and does a salute with her hoof, using the broom as her support to keep her standing up on her hind legs. Showing him her soft belly.

His eyes moved between hers and her belly, his brain directing them to the former and other parts pulling them to the latter. It was just so soft-looking, he wanted to bury his muzzle in it, kissing it, trailing downwards... "Uh..." The orange stallion wiped a hoof across his forehead. "It's nothing, Pinkie. Don't worry about it." Please accept that, please accept that...

But she didn’t look convinced, allowing herself to drop back to the floor, denying him of the sight of that soft-looking belly, Pinkie invaded his personal space and asked “Are you reeeeally sure, Mr. Cake? You don’t look so well all day today! Are you sick? Does Pinkie Pie need to be a nurse for you?” Her question came rapidly with sincere concern on her face, worried for him.

"No!" He answered that last question more quickly than he should have. But of all the things that could make this worse, that was near that top. "It's really nothing. I'm just...lonely. With Cup Cake away." He wasn't technically lying, he told himself.

Pinkie looked a bit… saddened by that? Her ears drooped a little as her withers slumped. “Lonely? But you’re not alone Mr. Cake, I’m here!” she said. No doubt she was worried that she may have done something to annoy him enough to not consider her being here.

"And I'm glad you are," Carrot Cake answered immediately, meaning it with full sincerity. Despite her accidentally making the past few days a constant battle of wills where he'd been walking on eggshells to avoid doing something that would turn his life upside down... Mr. Cake was really glad she was there. Not having her perky, excitable self around wouldn't feel right.

“Is there something else worrying you?” Pinkie asked further with concern as she sat down on the cleaned floor, looking to him with an innocent face.

The tall stallion tried to force a smile. "I'm fine. Maybe I'm just tired from that party?"

That only seemed to have saddened the pink pony further. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Cake. Did we party too hard?” She apologized, looking like a guilty puppy.

"No, not at all," Carrot answered, still trying to find something to say that wouldn't upset her even more. He held out a hoof to help her up, and she took it with her own, pulling herself up before wrapping her other hoof around his neck and hugging onto him. Pinkie was squeezing him lightly in her hug as she buried the side of her head into his neck. Letting him actually feel that soft, smooth coat of hers, her young warmth pressing against him, how her chest moved with each of her breath and the smell of pastries still on her. “I really want to help…” She murmured against him.

It was surely wrong to enjoy the hug as much as he did. To wrap his forelegs around the mare half his age as his breathing slowed and he felt her heart beat through her chest. Carrot did anyway though, and couldn't bring himself to let go. "I know you want to, Pinkie..." He trailed off.

“So let me help you!” She whined, not understanding why he was being so stubborn, he was sad, right? He even said he’s lonely! And nopony can cheer ponies up like Pinkie!

He pulled away just far enough to look her in the eyes, his heart skipping a beat. "... help me?" Did she mean it all along then? All the teasing wording? The chances for him to look at her?

“Yeah! Nopony can cheer ponies up like Pinkie Pie can!” She chirped brightly at him, offering him her cute, innocent smile again.

She had to mean that, there was no other way to take it. Pinkie was young, but she couldn't be that oblivious. Mr. Cake pulled her closer again, pressing her body up against his. "So...how are you going to cheer me up?"

The pink mare in his hooves giggled and squirmed lightly against him, it almost felt like she was grinding him with her squirming. But who was to say that she wasn't actually grinding him? “Well, you said you were tired because of the parties, right? So it’ll have to be something else!” She concluded, still smiling brightly for him in his grasp. “Anything you can think of that I can do for you, Mr. Cake?” She asked.

Breathing in a tiny gasp at her question and the squirming, grinding, motions, the stallion only held her more tightly against him. He moved his hooves down to her hips, feeling how they've somehow already started to fill out on her petite frame. Just like he feared, she was the perfect balance between tight and plush, squeezable and lithe. There couldn't be a jury in Equestria that would convict him for what he wants to ask her to do...

...a jury! That's exactly what Carrot Cake was looking at if this was all some misunderstanding. If she was only an innocent young mare who happened not to realize what jailbait she was being. He didn't let her go; he couldn't at this point with the way she was rubbing up against him, but he answered her with a touch of nervousness, "I'm not sure, Pinkie... Did you have any ideas?"

For some reason, her perky excitedness seemed to have faltered slightly when he moved his hooves to those squeezable hips of hers. Confusion bleeding into her bright and cheerful smile, her eyes shifted a little as her hug loosened somewhat. “Uhm.. how about a massage? That’d help! right?” Pinkie Pie offered a little quicker than strictly necessary. What had got her all nervous about? Second thoughts?

Carrot Cake nodded immediately, and let her go, only with the promise of what was to come. "That would help, definitely. Should we go upstairs?" That question brightened her expression.

“Okie dokie lokie!” Replied the mare in question, bouncing in place again, her usual vivacious self showing off a bright, broad smile. The promise of helping her employer, who she could probably call as her own father, helped her mood immensely.

Carrot almost bounced himself as he led the perpetually perky pony upstairs, and walks with a definite bounce in his step. He almost led her to his bedroom, but decided against it, and took the second flight of stairs up to hers. Pinkie Pie was a little confused about that, and asked innocently “Why are we going up to my room, Mr. Cake?”

He stopped, and turned around, confusion on his face. "Where else where we going to do it? Um, the massage, I mean."

“Well I was thinking that we could’ve done it on the counter, on the bar, in the kitchen or, if you don’t mind, on the table!” Pinkie answered in that innocent manner of hers. Bouncing dangerously on a single step on the stairs with terrifying ease.

Seeing her doing something dangerous so casually was commonplace by that point, and he had been in a state of arousal and worry for much of the past few days anyway. Giving her his best attempt at a sly look, the stallion answered, "Don't worry, we'll have time to try there too."

Wow! He must’ve been REALLY tense and tired from all the work and partying lately! “Well, Pinkie’s not stopping until you feel all cheered up and better, Mr. Cake!” The pink little pony chirped and giggled, bouncing up the step behind him closely, her tail and mane bouncing along with her cheerfulness perfectly.

Mr. Cake looked better already, smiling as he trotted up the stairs and into her bedroom. At this rate, being left here with the shop would end up being his own vacation. He looked around at the party decorations constantly adorning the room, and noted how perfectly it matched the mare.

Pinkie was bouncing behind him, ecstatic to see that she was already helping him just by offering! That earlier hug had felt strange, but she shrugged it off then, anyway. “Sooo~ what should we do first?”

The haze the hug had put over his judgment had faded just enough that he wouldn't do what he planned... Just not enough that he was going to walk away from her offer. "You're the masseuse here, aren't you? What should we do first?" He asked playfully. At least when everypony found out about this, he’d be able to say he didn't start it.

“Well, you’ll have to lay on my bed of course!” Pinkie Pie giggled without a care. “Oh! And where are you most tense? On your back or front?" Pinkie Pie walked around and around him in circles, looking at him as if she could see the tension, before suddenly declaring, "We could start on your back! You’ve just got to lay on your belly.”

Mr. Cake took off his hat, then the apron, making sure to stand at an angle that gave him some modesty. It's pretty lucky she didn't ask him to start on his back, until he could tell how far she was going to take this. The energetic young filly, ever so torturous with her lithe form, beamed brighter. He looked back at her briefly, before setting his muzzle on the pillow, waiting for it to start.

Then he felt it, the bed, slightly too small and mightily too pink for him, distort from pressure as Pinkie climbed on. Then he felt soft hooves starting at his shoulders, kneading away the stress and knots in his withers and neck.

The stallion closed his eyes and hummed pleasurably. "Mmm. Lower," he spoke the single word. He could just imagine those tender hooves drifting lower and lower, until they reached the real source of his stress.

“Okay!” Came an energetic reply as the hooves indeed drifted lower, kneading along his back, massaging him. She might not have been the spa twins, but feeling the two young hooves from a filly barely half his age kneading and pressing against him was enough compensation.

It definitely was, and the fact that it was Pinkie Pie specifically doing it made it that much better for Mr. Cake. That youthful energy gets put into everything she does, from baking, to chores, to massaging him right now. It was a quality he’d missed in his wife the past few years... Not letting those thoughts distract from the moment, the stallion let out a quiet sigh of approval. He had to imagine again, whether she'd put that same enthusiasm into other things.

But like all good things, the end was far too soon. “Okie dokie lokie, Mr. Cakie! I think that does it for your back!” The pink mare said cheerfully, bouncing in her seat on the bed a little doing so. “Time for your other side!” She declared.

"Uh..." He sat up partly and looked around quickly for something to cover himself. Thankfully, the apron is still close enough to grab and wrap around a hoof. Carrot Cake very slowly turned over, feeling the relief of no longer having his stallionhood pressed into the mattress and laid the apron over himself before Pinkie sees anything. He sheepishly glanced between her face and the obvious shape under the cloth.

Pinkie’s broad smile told him that she either didn’t mind, or didn’t notice. Once he was properly rested on his back, the young mare before him climbed onto the bed, then over him. Before sitting down, straddling the poor stallion with her forelegs resting on his chest, they immediately went to kneading him. “They always sit on ponies in the spa while they massages, right?” Pinkie asked, wondering if she had done it right. She wasn’t too sure if she was supposed to sit on him while he was laying on his back or his belly, but her guess may prove fatal for the aging stallion.

"Y-yes, I think so..." He answered, while his chest began to visibly rise and fall again. The stallion shifted in the bed, getting more comfortable and taking the chance to grind against the young mare while she works.

That had made her giggle. “You’re so squirmy, Mr. Cake!”

With his face starting to feel warm, Mr. Cake chuckled. "Yeah...Pinkie?" He lifted an amber hoof to her chest and gently pressed on it. "Could you slide back a little?"

“Not a problem!” Pinkie hit a high-pitched note, and she pushed herself sitting upright with her forelegs so that she could scoot and slide herself back a little along with his gentle press. That revealed to him her soft underside just like when she was standing against that broom, but this time there was more. With her sitting on him, he was getting such a great view. Had his eyes drifted any lower...

He didn't need his eyes though, for the incredible feeling as she pressed down on him. Through just a thin layer of cloth, he could feel her lower lips rubbing against his shaft, just barely parting as she settled down. He couldn't stop himself from gasping, and laid a hoof on one of her hind legs.

Yet Pinkie couldn’t seem to figure out what was getting him so worked up, was she doing something wrong? “Are you okay, Mr. Cake? Is me sitting on you making you uncomfortable?” She asked with concern. He had looked a lot more relaxed when she was massaging his back, after all!

"No! No, this is perfect," he insisted. It was clear by this point that she didn't know what she was doing, or she was the best actress in Equestria. It actually relieved Carrot Cake. It took two ponies to have an affair, right? So if she was just innocently giving him a massage, he wasn't doing anything wrong, and could just enjoy it. And wow, was he enjoying it.

“Oh! Okay!” Pinkie chirped, puffing up into the floof of happiness that she is, making her bounce a little on him. Putting slightly more pressure on where it counts before she leaned forward to start kneading at him again, massaging him the way she knew best while straddling him. Happily humming one of her songs all the while.

Mr. Cake was in heaven now, lying back and being taken care of so thoroughly by this lovely mare. Her carefree humming added to it all, reminding him of that cute and sexy innocence that was letting this happen. ... but of course, the lusty thoughts demanded that he see just how far he could go. His fantasies about her the night before, and in the past few months if he was being honest, were now only a thin cloth away from being satisfied. While Pinkie kneaded away at his chest, the stallion very slowly started to move his hips, grinding against her lips.

That seemed to irritate the filly on top of him but nothing much more. “You’ve gotta stay still, Mr. Cake! I can’t massage you if you keep squirming!” She pouted, adorably, momentarily pausing the massage to put her hooves on her hips. Even as her treasured privates were being grinded on without her knowledge.

She could't expect him to just stop now! "Sorry," he apologized without thinking, amused that Pinkie didn't even realize he could see the darkening fur on her face and ears going from pink to a deeper red blush.

“Are you sure this is helping? You don’t look any better, Mr. Cake!” Pinkie asked, as she returned to massaging him with those tender legs of hers.

"Actually, Pinkie, there is a way to make it better..." Mr. Cake said before he even realized he was saying it. And it had caught her attention.

Pinkie’s ears perked and she asked “Oooh! Oh! What is it?” while practically bouncing on him with so much excitement and energy.

Carrot groaned contentedly. "Just... move your hips from front to back."

That request confused the pink mare greatly. How was moving her hips around supposed to help? But he was older, so he probably knew more about what he wanted than she did anyway. Experimentally, Pinkie started to move her hips as he had asked her to. She wasn't pressing down onto him or grinding onto him intentionally, but the simple movements of her hips gave him something so much better: the feel of her soft, tight, young lips barely grazing and brushing against him through the thin fabric. It started to take effect on the young sensitive mare as well, as she found herself strangely flushed and warm. She felt her cheeks blush but she wasn't sure why.

"Mm, yes... How does that feel?” The stallion asked her in an unhidden sultry tone. The hoof he had resting on her leg moved to wrap around her back, so she wouldn't even think about moving or stopping what she was doing. Mr. Cake was increasingly tempted to move the apron and see if she'd even mind.

Pinkie was beginning to get fidgety, blushing increasingly harder. The massage didn't feel normal anymore for some reason, and she wasn't sure if she should keep going. “Uh... Isn't that my line, Mr. Cake?” She asked, her kneading having become tense when he had wrapped his leg around her back like so. It made her squirm, nervousness starting to bleed into her. And that had only made it better for the tormented stallion.

As wrong as it was, her nervous squirming and quivering only made him harder, as did feeling her start to get wet as she unknowingly straddled him. It barely registered that she was asking him a question, while he was holding her in place over his medial ring and barely containing himself at the sensation of her reluctant movements. It was terrible, some part of Mr. Cake knew...but he also couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. "Huh?" He uttered, distractedly. "I... I just want you to enjoy the massage too."

The pink young filly squirmed reluctantly, unsure why she was feeling the way she was, but it didn’t feel like it was a simple massage anymore. Simple massages don’t get ponies flushed, and it certainly shouldn’t have made her feel as warm as she did right then. Her room is usually a lot cooler than that! Now it felt like any warmer and she could melt!

She was already starting to sweat a little through her soft coat and panting light little pants as if she had done one of her dancing exercises, but that didn’t make sense! She was just massaging Mr. Cake.. right? “I-I think that’s enough massaging, Mr. Cake!” Pinkie squeaked, trying to keep her voice cheerful and energetic in an attempt to mask her nervousness of the unknown as her hooves pressed down at him, her hind legs pushing into the bed a little, squeezing around his body in the process of trying to stand back up. She doesn’t like not knowing what was happening.

But he was so close, she couldn't just stop now! Without moving, he immediately, indignantly, complained, "But we just started!"

Pinkie was already climbing off of him to sit on the bed at his side, rubbing her forelegs together and unknowingly exposing some more of her cute belly for him to feast his eyes upon. “I.. I just remembered that I’ve got to go check on my friends.. Can I go, Mr. Cake?” She asked, almost pleadingly as her eyes shifted between him, her own bed, and the stairs down.

Seeing this poor, scared, filly, Mr. Cake practically deflated. "...Yes, Pinkie," he said after a pause. "You can go..."

“Thanksies Mr. Cake!” Said the mare in question, puffing back up a little before she bounced off of the bed and down the stairs. Her mane and tail bouncing along, barely enough to keep herself decent from the stallion behind her.

There was a dark spot on his apron, on her bed that she’d been sitting at, and he could swear there were some droplets on the floor too.

...Damnit. Carrot Cake laid back on the bed, exhaling hard and putting a hoof over his face. He was a real piece of work, wasn't he? Practically molesting Pinkie Pie. For all he knew, she just walked out to go find a guard and have her pervert boss dragged away in chains. He would have deserved it too. What would Cup Cake think?

These thoughts and even more passed through his head, and through it all, he can still feel that he was hard as a rock under his probably now-stained apron. It just went to show, a stallion could feel like the worst pony in the world, and his dick wouldn't have gotten the message. Worse than that, he still desperately wanted to go along with it, even after what just happened. Pinkie's pie rubbing up and down his shaft, fluids dripping onto tiny cloth that was the only thing that separated him from holding her there and plunging it into her tight, virgin, hole while she tried to squirm away.

A truly deviant idea came to the lanky, grain-colored, stallion's mind, and he didn't even try to resist it. Picking up the apron with a hoof, he put it to his muzzle and breathed deeply, basking in her heavenly scent. So sweet, without being cloying. It was nearly enough to make him get up and chase her down right then. ..Instead, he stayed on her bed and moved his hooves to his shaft, leaving the cloth over his face. It didn't take him long to finish, and there was something unsatisfying when he did, even with the bonus of knowing he just came where she'll be sleeping tonight.

It was unsatisfying because then he only wanted the real thing more.