Jack Ices the Cake

After leaving Sugarcube Corner, I thought about exploring Ponyville, but I was already overwhelmed by everything. So I returned to Fluttershy's cottage, puttering around and completing the day's chores. Angel pouted and turned his nose up at the salad I offered him. I fed myself, washed myself. Harry the bear had brought me an extra salmon, which I cooked and served over a salad of my own. And I tried to figure out what to do about Cup Cake. Obviously, this mare was trying to seduce me. This is the chaos Discord intended when he brought me here. He wants me to break up families and cause, well, discord among the inhabitants of Ponyville. Adultery is a surefire way to do that.

I yelled his name out, but that only managed to disturb the animals. Harry just grunted, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I was on my own. And I'd just have to be strong. Cup Cake isn't that hot anyway...right? I'm not a chubby chaser. Am I? I decided to make the visit as quick as possible. She had to get to the theater anyway, so I could always drop that excuse to get out of there.

Remembering that Discord had magically powered my phone and maintained its connection to Earth, I consulted it for advice. But I fell into a rabbit-hole of porn scenarios with married women seducing younger men. That wasn't exactly helpful.

As evening fell, I returned through mostly-empty streets to Sugarcube Corner. A light was on, but the sign said "Closed," so I knocked. A few moments later, she opened the door.

Holy. Fuck. She was dressed to the nines. Her hot pink, frosting-like mane was arranged with more care, teased and curled in the right places. Hair hung down around her chubby blue cheeks, framing her face, and curled around her neck. She wore makeup, with light pink eyeshadow and something that made her eyelashes seem enormous. Her pink earrings were replaced with large golden hoops. She wore a black, sleeveless, full-length evening gown which completely covered her right hind leg, with a slit open to expose her tail and half her chubby, left leg, including a cupcake and a half of her cutie mark. Garters adorned all the legs I could see, holding up black stockings which were a little too tight, her plumpness bursting out at the top of each. The stockings ended in black stiletto shoes. I had to take a deep breath.

"Jack, welcome. Come on in." She gestured, holding the door and staring at my crotch (at 4 feet tall, she was a good height for that) as I ducked inside. She shut and locked the door, then turned and walked past, allowing her tail to brush against me. "Follow me," she stated in low tones from behind heavy lids. As she walked ahead in no hurry, I saw her beautiful, big ass, moving in that sexy way of a woman in high heels. Her tail swished back and forth alluringly. I scanned down her backside, taking in the seams on the backs of her stockings, and saw just how high her heels were. And the soles of her black heels were bright red. I don't care where you're from--Equestria, Jersey, the friggin' moon--those are fuck-me shoes.

I couldn't keep my eyes off that glorious, plump plot, swaying as it was. When she stopped in front of a door, I bumped into her, and she rubbed her backside into me. A tingling sensation tugged at my crotch. She opened the door and walked into the party room.

"This looks good," I said nervously, before really looking at anything. I decided I'd better step inside.

Cup Cake closed the door behind me, and I took a moment to survey the room. It was only big enough for a dozen or so ponies, and decorated for a typical Pinkie Pie style party, with balloons of a dozen different colors, streamers, and party favors all around a long, pony-height table. A wide, full-length mirror was built into the opposite wall, making the room seem twice as big as it really was. Then I noticed our reflections in that mirror and nearly choked. Mrs. Cake had slipped out of her dress, revealing a tight black corset laced-up at the back. This mare isn't wasting any time.

She took advantage of my stunned silence, positioning herself in front of me and using her ass to slam my back into the door, grinding her ample blue flank against my junk. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" she said under her breath. I got hard. "Yeah, I can tell." Feeling that soft leg rubbing on me, the way it gave under the pressure of my prick, I forgot all about my misgivings, grabbing her flanks and dry humping her through my jeans. She looked back at me with a gaze that spoke of confident power over me. "Ooh, yeah. You want me. You want to take me. You want to pull my tail and fuck me, don't you?" She knew my inhibitions were wearing down, her wide, pink eyes full of lusty anticipation. I glanced down at the unusual garter belts over her withers and flanks, holding up those black stockings, and the way her fat struggled and escaped from the top and bottom of her corset. A black thong ran back from the front of her hind legs and under her hot pink tail.

I grasped for the last shreds of my resolve, and pushed her gently away, her soft, furry hindquarters giving at the pressure. "Mrs. Cake, I don't think--"

She whirled around to face me, slamming my back into the door again. "I'm a married mare, Jack. You shouldn't be doing this." She bit down on the waist of my jeans and yanked them, and my boxers, down to my ankles in one swift motion. "Oh, look how hard you are. You want to bear down on my big blue flank and fuck me, don't you?" Before I could protest, she had the head of my cock in her mouth, her rough tongue licking around it while she fixed me with a confident, dominating look in her eyes. Not moving her head, her tongue teased me. She sat down on her haunches, lifting one foreleg to nudge my balls with the joint of the leg while her other hoof pressed against my belly, holding me firmly in place. She took me out of her mouth, and with a teasing look she licked the precum from my urethra. "You don't care that I'm married." Her voice dropped lower, with added husk, "Or maybe you do. Maybe that's what turns you on."

"I--I really don't think--" I protested again, but she wouldn't hear it.

Cup Cake slammed me against the door even harder this time, holding me in place with both forehooves. "You want me because I belong to another stallion. You want me to suck your cock." She closed her eyes and really went to work. That pink mane bobbed up and down while she took me in again and again, each motion bringing her muzzle three-fourths of the way down my shaft and up far enough to expose my glans before plunging me back in. Her powerful mouth muscles, strong as only a species feeding mostly on grains could have, practically milked me, coaxing me to give up my fluid release. I ran my fingers through the back of her mane. I watched her face as she sucked me off, and appreciated the beautiful pear shape of her body sitting on the ground, her corset and thong struggling to hold in her raw, plump, and bestial sexuality. I forgot all about resisting, and began thrusting into her face in time with her movements, which gradually built speed as I neared climax. She was very, very skilled at this. There was no way I'd last long with those cheeks squeezing and pulling on my shaft.

I was just approaching the edge when she broke away, letting my dick rest across her muzzle, her short fur smooth against the underside of my manhood. "You want to cum on my face, don't you?" I felt the air from her mouth blowing on my cock as she told me, "But Jack, I'm a married mare. We really shouldn't be doing this." The complete lack of sincerity was not lost on either of us. She turned away and climbed onto the table, heedless of the paper plates and party decor as she reached back with her mouth and unhooked a latch from a piece of lingerie. It fell to the table, revealing, between her hind legs, teats full and supple. At least a D cup by human standards, they looked huge on the small, plump pony. They were engorged--she must not have nursed her twins for several hours. She squeezed them together with her legs. "Oh, Jack, my tits ache. I need you to milk me." She bit her bottom lip and looked at me in anticipation.

I stepped out of my pants and underwear and yanked my shirt off. She had her ass up in the air and face pressed against the table, watching me, as I reached up to fondle her teats. They were firm, with soft skin and little fur. I squeezed them, and stroked them, and pulled on them. Soon, little droplets of white appeared on the darker blue of her nipples. I didn't know I was into lactation, but what the hell? I stretched up on my calves to bring my face up between her legs, and started sucking on her right nipple. "Oh!" She moaned. "Yeah, suck on my tits. Be my colt." Sweet milk poured out into my mouth, and I swallowed it each time, suckling like a foal. A moan of pleasure escaped her, and she reached back a forehoof to tease my dick with her shoe. As I squeezed her other tit, milk squirted onto my shoulder and ran down my chest. "Oh, milk me. Milk me. Dirty little colt, that's not your milk." I switched to suckle on the left, then reached my right hand over my head to pet her marehood over her satiny thong. It was damp, and the musky scent was almost too much to bear.

I stopped drinking and pulled my face away. While still petting her pussy with my right hand, I used my left to squirt her milk into her waiting mouth and onto her face. She licked a trickle of her milk. "Mmmmm. That's good, but it's not meant for you." Then with both hands I milked her, squirting the warm white liquid onto my dick. "Oh, look, you're wasting it. You bad little colt."

That was as much as I could take. I pulled her thong down to her hocks, catching a thin strand of her pussy juices on my tongue and, putting one knee on the table, I licked her throbbing, salty vulva. She gently teased my sack in one heeled forehoof as I buried my mouth into her, making out with her pussy and sucking her clit. "Oh! Jack, you bad little colt. What if Carrot Cake catches us?" With my hands, I kneaded and squeezed her big, blue, furry ass, tonguing her slit while her plot rocked gently back on my face. Her juices dripped off my chin. "You bad little colt, my pussy belongs to another stallion. Bad little colt," she moaned. Without stopping my intent exploration of her insides with my tongue, I pulled the thong down to her stilettos. She stepped out of the panties, pulling her winking vulva away from my eager lips.

I climbed all the way onto the table, and grabbed her tail with my left hand, pulling it out of the way and getting a good look at her puckered asshole. I grabbed my rock-hard cock with my right hand and rubbed it on her soaking wet femininity, mixing my precum with her juices, and preparing to enter her from behind. She stood all the way up, shaking her head in a teasing negative. "I told you, I'm a married mare. We shouldn't be doing this." She walked across to the opposite end of the table, her ass swaying seductively as she crushed plates with her heels and knocked cups aside on her way. She laid down on her back. Her head dropped off the opposite end of the table so she could watch my next move in the mirror. This mare had a voyeuristic side. She pressed her crotchboobs together with her hind legs again, forming lovely cleavage, and began rubbing at them with her forelegs. I crawled to her on hands and knees, driven insane with lust and no small amount of rage at being denied when I was so close. This aggressive tease-and-deny was as infuriating as it was intoxicating.

Her mouth open in exaggerated desire, she tapped a small squeeze bottle next to her with a shoe. My eyes followed from her face, down to her fat blue foreleg held in with a too-tight stocking, down to her heel, and to the bottle, and I caught her meaning. "Fuck my tits," she moaned. I picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and squirted generous amounts of the clear, viscous liquid onto her waiting crotchtits. "Yeah, mama wants it. Mama wants you to fuck her tits." She gasped at the sudden cold of the room temperature lubricant on her sensitive nipples. Tossing the bottle aside, I rubbed it all over the lower part of her belly, feverishly coating her with the stuff. She watched in the mirror, her head upside-down, and I looked at her reflection. A voyeur watching this scene, lusting at the entire spectacle, watching it expectantly as if she willed our reflections to be aroused. "Fuck my tits, Jack. Mama needs it."

Her tits fully lubed now, I grabbed her chubby hind legs and pulled her closer to me, pressing her fat thighs up against my own. She gasped in anticipation. I caught a strong whiff of fresh bread and wet pussy. Holding her tits in either hand, I put my dick between them and pressed together, trapping my shaft with the pressure. I began thrusting between them. She stared at the mirror. She didn't meet my gaze when I looked to her reflection, so I turned my attention to her plump belly, the sexy roll of fat threatening to burst out of her black corset, my dick pumping up and down between her generous, oiled teats. "Yeah, that's what mama needs, Jack. Fuck my tits. Fuck my tits. I want it, you bad little colt." I kept pumping in her crotch-cleavage, as she kept telling me what she wanted me to do, and telling me how wrong it was, and calling me a bad little colt. "You naughty colt, that belongs to my husband. You can't do that." But her body language didn't tell me to stop, and neither did her tone of voice. I pumped harder, watching her fat jiggle with each thrust, the oil glistening on her blue belly and the curves of her teats. Her tail fur tickled my nuts, and in my ass crack. Milk seeped from her nipples and ran down onto my dick. "I want you to cum. Cum for mama. I want to drink it." She kicked the shoes off her forelegs, letting them drop to the floor.

"Oh, Celestia, I'm getting there. I'm going to cum!" I grunted.

She sprang into a sitting position. "Stand up! I want to taste it." I complied, reaching down to jerk myself to completion, but she knocked my hand away with a stocking-covered hoof. She jerked me off between those stockings, her mouth open and waiting. "Cum, Jack. Cum in my mouth. I want to drink it." The plump little pony looked directly in my eyes as she said these things, stroking me between those stockinged hooves while the tip of my dick rested on her tongue, pointing into her wide-open, waiting mouth. She milked it out of me, hot jets of white, sticky liquid splashing against the roof of her mouth and running in streams into her mouth as the jizz spasmed out of my body. She didn't blink, or move, as every bit of it got into her mouth. Weak-kneed, I stumbled back and sat down.

The chubby little voyeur looked in the mirror, holding her mouth open and pushing the cum up onto her tongue so her reflection could see. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed, and opened again to show that all of it was gone. "Do you like that?" She seemed to ask her reflection. "Do you like it when a married mare drinks another stallion's cum? Does that get you off?"

If I wasn't so spent, I would have had to voice my agreement. As it was, all I could do was pant, and try to catch my breath.

"I didn't cum yet, Jack. Mama needs you."