BEHIND EVERY SMILE

  Inside the bakery Mr. Cake looked out the window watching the ambulance go. He sighed heavily and trotted to Pinkie Pies closet. He pushed on a panel in the wall and it swung open revealing a hidden walkway and a room at the end. He'd had this room built into the bakery to be his private study. At the time of the building he and his wife were not married and thus he had never planned on it being anything but his secret study where he could get away from life. After they were married though he came to the conclusion that she might not like his private study so he told her that the room that was now Pinkie Pies room was nothing but a storage room of sorts and had nothing important in it. He had been using the room as his bed room before their marriage but had moved everything into the real storage room, which was now their bedroom, and put all the junk in this room to further support his lie. Ms. Cake sucked it up without any question and the two were married with her being none the wiser of what the room was really for.

  Then came the business' boom and so Mr. and Ms. Cake found themselves flooded everyday with order after order for their delicious cakes, pies, cookies, taffy and every other manner of sweet that they made. It was Ms. Cake who suggested hiring some help and they went through one helper after the other. One by one they would come, work for awhile, be overloaded and leave. But then Pinkie Pie came. Mr. Cake chuckled as he walked into the room that was at the end of the walkway hidden in Pinkie Pies closet. Pinkie Pie had been a miracle in every sense of the word. She had energy that was fueled by eating sweets and the natural energy of an atomic bomb! She could stay up all day and all night and be up early again the next day to do it all over again. On top of that not only did she somehow finish her orders and deliveries and chores but she also managed to find time to help her friends when they needed her and throw parties on the side. For a long time Mr. Cake watched her. He observed her movements and her actions and studied her patterns as he tried to figure out what made her tick.

  He came now to a large reclining chair in the room and sat down on it sighing heavily. He never did know when his urges towards Pinkie Pie started. He had actually never planned them as she was never his type. She was too bouncy and too bubbly and too loud and too energetic and too....HAPPY. She was always smiling and never seemed to have any problems in her life. She could handle enormous work loads that could break him, but not Pinkie. She could even carry and stack and pull more than he himself could and he was a Stallion. Mr. Cake looked around his secret study, he couldn't see much as the lights were off but he knew where everything was and he sighed again. Pinkie could best him at everything in the bakery, the very bakery HE created! No, He'd never know when it was that his view of her shifted to what it was now. But he knew once it had shifted there would be no going back. He knew this day would come and he had prepared for it. Getting up from his chair he trotted out of the room and down the walk way but instead of leaving out the walkway he pushed a panel that was on the wall and the door started to close.

  The wall on this side of the door was a little different from the wall on the opposite side. On this side were metal loops and a chain was attached to the wall with a lock and key. He looped the chain around the loops that were on the wall and door making sure they were tight so the door wouldn't open. He had designed the room to be sound and smell proof so that when he was in his study he would have total isolation from the outside world and the world would be completely unaware of him. After looping and chaining the door closed he locked it and tossed the key down. He knew he wouldn't be needing it again. He trotted back down the walkway and came to the room where he closed the door to it as well. It had a regular lock which he clicked into place. Now he was in total darkness but it was ok, he knew every inch of this room. Turning to one side he flicked his hoof through the air and it connected with the light switch and a soft glow filled the room. Mr. Cake looked around at his masterpieces which covered the wall of his study. They were pictures, all his work. Photographs he'd taken and framed and enjoyed sitting and staring at for hours a pond hours when he didn't have to be anywhere in particular.

  He went back to his chair now sitting on it looking around the room in perverted joy. All around the wall of his study were pictures of mares. All young and soft and alive. And all tied or chained in various demeaning and belittling poses. They were all crying in the pictures which Mr. Cake found beautiful. And almost all of them were under the legal age of consent, some having not even gotten their cutie marks. Mr. Cake couldn't help it when his member started to slide free of its sheath as he looked over his years and years of work. One little filly was chained to a wall with her back to the camera, Her tail had been tired up so her rear was exposed and tears fell from her eyes making them shine in the flash of his camera. In every shot Mr. Cake had made sure that his member was somewhere pointing towards the fillies and young mares so that the viewer knew just why they were crying. He himself was a very slim stallion when compared to other specimens like Big Mac and Shining Armor but what he lacked in physical size he made up for with his member which he knew was bigger than any of the stallions in town.

  In his younger days he was known as a Stallion Whore and if a mare wanted to be rutted he was the stallion to call...Secretly. He wasn't the best looker and no mare wanted him for a mate but they all wanted to have a taste of his sweet huge cock pop. So he gave them what they wanted, for a price, and made a living from it which was how he'd gotten the starter money for his bakery. He loved to bake and he saved the money he made selling his cock to desperate mares to make his dream bakery. He ran a hoof over his member watching as it grew and grew and grew. It was so long that if he stood up it would rub along the ground. It really was a ridiculous piece of appendage when he thought about it, after all the only thing it usually caused was pain. Yes all those mares lining up to be bucked and rutted by him always left in tears after he was through. He was a small stallion, yes. But he was a stallion none the less and when he was in the mood, not even the strongest mare was going to stop him once shed let him in.

  He stood up again and stretched, laughing to himself as his cocks tip lay on the floor oozing his precum already. He was going to make one more masterpiece before he died, and this one was going to be his greatest one yet. He walked over to the back of the room and over to a large chest that was locked with a heavy lock. On a small table next to the chest was a key. He grabbed it and unlocked the chest. There knocked out was a small filly who was sleeping because of a cupcake he'd laced with a sleeping potion. She was a beautiful white filly unicorn with soft purple and pink hair. Her name was Sweetie Bell and he'd always thought it was cute that her name was "Sweetie" as he was in the line of making sweeties. He ran a hoof over her blank flank enjoying the softness of her fur and the slight twitch her leg gave from him touching her. He closed the top back and went over to his staging area where he had set up his camera and some magical chains that drained the magic energy of whatever pony was wearing them. He'd had to go through a lot to get them and had to even share some of his art work with the pony he'd gotten them from before he'd trust him enough to sell. That pony had been into his type of art as well and wanted to make sure that the very small magical shackles he was selling were going to be used to produce more art for the community.

  Mr. Cake turned on more lights flooding the back area where the staging set was in light making it look like a movie set. Actually that wasn't that far off from what it actually was. He filmed his art as well as took pictures but he preferred to display the most beautiful photos of his art. He knew that when Pinkie Pie was finally able to speak again she would tell all that she had seen and they would try to tear the bakery down to find his secret study. But before that happened he was going to create one more masterpiece. He heard a thump from the case and smiled wide. "Excellent my last muse is awoke, my art is not at its best when they are asleep." He looked over his shoulders at pictures which were situated towards the very back of the room. These pictures were also of young mares and fillies but in them all the fillies and mares had closed eyes or eyes that were open in looks of unseeing horror. They were all dead pictures and after many tries Mr. Cake had mastered a recipe that would render his muses weak but alive for him to create art with. If they died while he was working on them it was ok but for his first shots he wanted them alive...Always. Because their eyes filled with living fear and terror were beautiful and the tears they cried as they begged were the icing on the cake.

  Another thump let him know that his latest and last muse was very much awake and wanting to get out. He grabbed up a magical chain and went over to the chest. He opened it and a small white form lay there looking up at him horrified. He smiled as he spoke to her softly in a false caring voice. "Well hello there Sweetie Bell. What ever could be the matter my dearest? Do you want to come out of that dark scary chest? Well come along then Ill take you out of the darkness into a world filled with light." Before Sweetie Bell could even think to move and run he had latched the neck shackle around her and had yanked her free of the chest. She fell to the floor with a hard thud and cried out in pain. Mr. Cake chuckled which made his cock slap on the floor and caused Sweetie to stare at it mortified. He looked down following her gaze and a look of mock surprise passed over his face. "Oh My!! Sweetie Bell would you look at that thing! I wonder why that's there. Oh wait I know why, Its a gift for you my Sweet Little Cherry Pie." Mr. Cake wiggled his hips which made the thick long member drag back and forth sickly on the floor. Sweetie Bell moved to get away from him and his sick member but the chain kept her from getting too far. Mr. Cake laughed, then with a hard tug dragged Sweetie Bell over to his little studio.

  "Come my pet, I don't have much time left for this world and Id like to make one last work of art before I die. You Sweetie are my last masterpiece. Aren't you honored. You'll get to do things no other pony has done before. Sadly I don't know if you'll survive it all. But even if you die I wont stop creating my art with you. So take heart in the fact that you'll be forever immortalized as a beautiful piece of art." Sweetie kicked and screamed trying to pull away from the demented stallion but Mr. Cake's dose of sleeping potion and the magic chain made it so she had no strength to fight past wiggling and screaming. Mr. Cake picked the squirming filly up and plopped her down on a small bed that was covered with white and light pink covers. It looked like a princess bed. Mr. Cake smiled sickly looking at his new little "Princess" and he leaned over her holding her face in his hooves as he whispered in her ear. "You are a beautiful little muse my little princess. I need you to inspire me to create beautiful art. You will help me create beautiful art wont you?" He licked her neck and she cried out in disgust. Tears ran down Sweetie Bells face as Mr. Cake locked her legs in magical shackles which made her feel even weaker than shed already felt.

  He ran his hoof over her fur again and she whimpered and tried to wiggle free of her bonds. He laughed and trotted over to the camera. He set the camera to follow movement and hit the record button. He watched as Sweetie Bell tried in vain to wiggle free but instead helped the camera focus on her perfectly. Mr. Cake smiled as he knew everything was ready. He trotted into the cameras view and it turned and started following him. He stopped in front of the bed for the moment hiding Sweetie Bell and spoke to the camera.

  "Hello my faithful viewers. I know that it is a bit early for me to be making a video like this but something has come up and I'm afraid I wont be around to make these anymore. So I wanted to create one more master piece for you all before I am gone. I hope you enjoy this one as its one I've been chomping at the bit to make but never had much of a chance, well until yesterday that is. I actually have two more master pieces to share with you that I have been working on editing. One is called Apple Pie the other is Flightless Angel. This, my final work of art, will be called Lovely Sweets. I think that is an appropriate name don't you Sweetie Bell?" Mr. Cake moved from standing in front of Sweetie Bell and held still as she wiggled and moved and the camera focused on her. He smiled as he stepped away coming back with a photography camera. "Now viewers we will follow the customary taking a photo of the muse in all her glory. I think that this angle will be best for this little filly. After wards I will start creating art. Here We Go!!"

  Mr. Cake turned towards Sweetie Bell and while holding the camera in his front hooves he rose up on his back hooves so his cock lifted up off the floor and stuck straight out like a pole over the tiny filly. Sweetie Bell screamed which only caused blood to pump faster into Mr. Cakes throbbing cock and made it jump wildly. He smiled loving the fear and apparent understanding in her eyes as she looked at his over sized member throbbing and bouncing over her. She must have had sex education class already despite not having a cutie mark. That was wonderful because she could now anticipate what would happen to her next.

  Unlike very young fillies who never see it coming nor understand what is happening there was always something delicious about a filly who was too young to have had sex but was old enough to know what it entailed on a basic level, at least to him. Mr. Cake positioned himself in a way so that his shadow fell over Sweetie Bell but her face remained in light and his cock was pointing menacingly over her in a line from her tiny cunt to her mouth. He was going to deflower every hole she had and his excitement came from him in the form of thick precum which shot out and landed on Sweetie Bells cheek. A flash snapped from the camera as the cum shot through the air. And the effect was a perfect capture of his seed flying from his cock aimed for Sweetie Bells face.

  Mr. Cake looked at the shot through his camera's screen and laughed. Turning to the video camera he spoke happily. "Its not everyday that I get a perfect shot on the first try but I've done it! This is a masterpiece shot and I hope you'll all enjoy it. I wont get the chance to edit and post this myself but Id like to thank my dear friend Mr. S for doing it all for me. He set up this room so that all my supplies will magically transfer to him in the event that I have any complications like the place burning down. So thanks again Mr. S. Now lets get started with the rest of the art." Mr. Cake turned again to Sweetie Bell this time intent on impaling her tiny holes with his monstrous member.