Zecora trotted down the path to Sugarcube Corner in silent content. While her day yesterday had been void of companionship, she still felt a sense of accomplishment for being able to give her good friends the Cakes a present to make up for their ruined plans. Remembering the smile on Mr. Cake’s face was enough to drive away any sorrow she could have felt for herself.

Regardless, Hearts and Hooves day was now over, and she was on her way to grab her usual blueberry muffin like she did every Monday. Sure it made her a bit predictable, but she didn’t mind. It gave her an excuse to head into town at the very least. She was so happy that the townsfolk didn’t even bat an eye at her anymore. She was use to solitude, but it didn't’ mean she always enjoyed it.

Nowadays the ponies of ponyville would wave to her and even offer a greeting. Most now didn’t even blink when she walked by. A big improvement from the days when they’d run or hide in terror. Thus, she almost panicked when she heard the trampling of hooves behind her, flashbacks of the past creeping up in her mind. Thankfully they were quickly dismissed as the two stallions trotted right by her one of them even calling out a quick greeting as they passed. She had been too stunned to reply before the two were a good few bodies in front of her, trotting steadily along the path to the very shop she was heading.

“I still think you’re pranking me.” One of them said, his coat yellow with a brown mane and tail. His cutie mark appeared to be three blue horseshoes. “Mrs. Cake? Really?”

“I’m not kidding Caramel it’s weird!” The other one replied, a black unicorn with the mane and tail of blue sapphire. Evening Storm she realized as she trotted along a small distance behind them. He must have been the one to say hi. They didn’t really talk much, but she did know who he was.

“She looks around our age!” Evening continued looking rather excited. “She’s… well she’s really pretty. N-Not that I thought she was ever ugly!” His companion Caramel just waved his hoof.

“I know what you meant, but seriously? She looks that different?” Zecora had to smile as she followed the two stallions. Sounds like her friends put those potions to good use after all. She knew they’d use them well.

“Wow, I bet Mr. Cake is happy then!” The look on Evening’s face mellowed.

“That’s the weird thing, nopony has seen him all morning. I mean the place opened right on time as always, but when Thunderlane and Rumble went to get some early morning treats, they found Mrs. Cake manning the registers instead, and according to them, she looks like she just stepped out of the pages from a modeling magazine.

“Didn’t they ask about Mr. Cake?” Evening shrugged.

“I don’t know if they asked. No pony who’s been there that I’ve talked to has seen him, but then again word hasn’t spread that far yet. That’s why I want to check it out now before a crowd forms.” Though the two continued to talk, Zecora was too busy focusing on the news that Mr. Cake hadn’t been seen. Somehow she had a bad feeling about this. Good thing she was already on her way.

* *

“Hello boys, welcome to Sugarcube Corner,” Mrs. Cake called out cheerfully as the three entered the establishment, though Zecora was still a good couple of paces behind them, so she wasn’t too upset she hadn’t received a greeting as well. The shocked expressions of the two stallions confirmed what Zecora has suspected. Standing behind the counter was a rather lovely looking mare with blue fur and a long pinkish red mane and tail. Even with the drastic alteration, anypony could tell it was still Mrs Cake, just a much younger and admittedly rather attractive version of her. They most certainly had taken the potion, but then where was Mr. Cake?

“What can I get for you two?” Mrs. Cake asked, her face beaming. Zecora didn’t doubt for a second that she was enjoying every minute of that new body. The two before her were still trying to stammer out an answer from their shock when Mrs Cake finally spied the lone Zebra.

“Zecora!” She cried trotting around the counter and past the stunned males. “I’m so glad you finally made it here for your usual! My uh, partner and I have a rather big question to ask!”

“Many greetings to you, my friend who is blue” Zecora replied with a smile, “with that form I see, you enjoyed the gift from me?” Startled the mare nodded with the slight hint of a blush.

“Oh yes! Very much so, but that’s the problem! I’m still in it!” Zecora tilted her head in confusion.

“A body so youthful and spry, to posses it is a problem you imply?” Mrs. Cake had to take a moment to process what Zecora said before shaking her head.

“No no, I love this body!” She said waving a hoof over it. “It’s not mine I’m talking about it’s-”

“Is that Zecora!?” Another voice suddenly cried from the direction of the kitchen. Zecora found the tone oddly familiar. As if they were mimicking a pony she knew. Before any of them had a chance to react however, a very cute yellow mare burst from the doorway to run directly up to her.

“Oh thank Celestia you finally made it here Zecora! You have to help us! We didn’t change back!” She rambled, her orange mess of a mane bouncing up and down as she pranced in place, clearly distraught. Zecora could only stare at the young lady as she tried to process how she knew her name, or why she was acting so close to her. What was it she said? They hadn’t changed back? With a start she looked at the mare’s eyes and cutie mark. No doubt about it! They were the same as his!

“Why, as ponies say my goodness sake!” Zecora cried, before suddenly lowering her voice so only the two beside her could barely hear. “Is that you I spy dear Mr. Cake?”

“Yes! Yes!” The mare cried still jumping in place, her voice also a whisper. Oddly enough the tone she was using seemed to fit the low volume rather well. “We took the potions last night as directed, except when we woke up this morning we hadn’t changed back!” Zecora blinked.

“Of course that’s what you saw when you woke. Did you not hear the time limit I spoke?” Mr. Cake, though it was hard for Zecora to see this young mare as him, simply stared at her blankly.

“I-I don’t remember a time limit. I-I thought it’d wear off in the morning!” She cried.

Oh no, Zecora thought to herself. It seems she hadn’t gotten that information across properly when explaining the potion. Why did this always tend to happen with her?

“Well, this is rather awkward my dear, but I’m afraid I may not have been all that clear. Though what I say now may not be the answer you seek. I mentioned the time when I said it’d really make your week.” Mr. Cake’s eyes bulged.

“A-A week!? I’m going to be stuck like this for a week!?” She cried, one of her eyes twitching. Mrs. Cake was quick to move to her side.

“H-Honey, it’s going to be okay! You’ve got me here! M-maybe there is a way to cancel it out?”

“C-cancel?” Mr. Cake repeated before her eyes brightened. “Y-Yeah! How do we cancel it?”

Zecora however, sadly shook her head.

“I’m afraid an end to the transformation you can not force. The only way back is to let it run it’s course…” Mr. Cake’s pupil’s shrank.

“T-then I’m really stuck this way for a week?” Again Zecora nodded.

“O-Oh, I see.” Mr. Cake said, taking a few steps away from them. “An entire week…”

“S-sweetiepie?” Mrs. Cake asked concerned. Mr. Cake didn’t seem to hear her, instead she seemed to stare at her reflection in a nearby window for a few moments before finally moving again.

“Ohhhh-” She cried toppling sideways. Both Zecora and Mrs. Cake cried out in shock as they tried to rush toward her, only for a blue aura to engulf her frame, standing her back up right.

“U-Um miss? You okay?” Caramel asked waving a hoof in front of her face. Evening trotted up next to him, concentrating on using his magic to keep her from falling. His gazed turned toward Zecora and Mrs. Cake.

“Should we call Nurse Red Heart? Get her to a bed?” He asked worryingly. Mrs. Cake could barely sigh in relief, before attempting an answer. She hadn’t expected her husband to faint! He’d never done that as a stallion!

“Nurse?” Mr. Cake muttered, regaining her wits. “No! No! I’m fine! Just a dizzy spell! Tee hee!” She said standing up. The last thing she wanted was some doctor or nurse poking or prodding her after learning about her magical sex change.

“Are you sure?” The black stallion asked with worry, releasing his magic. “That looked rather sudden…”

“Yeah, it could be heat exhaustion or something. Maybe you should take it easy.” Caramel added, his expression matching Evening’s own. Carrot looked up at both of them in awe. She knew both of them, and yet they didn’t seem to recognize her at all! Wow, maybe she could get away with being a younger sister or something. E-especially if she was really s-stuck.

She shook her head. No, that’s just what Zecora said now. Maybe there was a way she didn’t know about. She couldn’t give up just yet. Looking up again, she realized she hadn’t given an answer yet. Best not to seem too suspicious.

“I’m uh, very sure. I just turned around too fast or something. I’ll be fine.” She tried to give them her best smile. Better to defuse this before it escalated.

“Yes, she’s fine darlings,” Cup Cake suddenly said, joining the conversation. “She just had some trouble sleeping last night. I’ll get her to take a nap soon.” Angel shot her wife a grateful look. What would she do without her?

“Well, if you need us to help with anything we’ll be glad to.” Evening said giving a slight bow. “I’m sorry we had to meet like this. I’m Evening Storm and this is my friend Caramel.”

“Hello!” Caramel said giving a slight bow. “May we ask your name?”

“M-My name?” Carrot said, wracking her brain. The one given to her by Cup Cake last night immediately leapt to mind. “I’m Angel Cake! Carrot’s younger sister!”

“Pleased to meet you.” Evening replied, giving his own little bow. Caramel mirrored the statement.

“I hope you get to rest soon.” He added giving her a smile. Angel felt herself relax a bit at that. They really were very nice colts. He knew they were good ones from seeing them around town, but the fact they had seemingly lept to her rescue like that just proved it.

“I didn’t know Mr. Cake had a sister.” Caramel commented.

“I guess you live far away?” Evening added. Again Cup Cake was quick to answer.

“Oh yes, she lives pretty far. She’s only visiting for the week while my husband is away on a business trip. Bad timing really. He left this morning.”

“Aw that sucks. I’m sorry you missed your brother.” Evening said. Angel tried waving it off.

“O-Oh that’s okay, I’m sure I’ll see him soon.” Looking back at the two, she felt a weird tingle flow through her. Something about them seemed different for some reason. Was it how they looked? She didn’t see anything that had changed. They were still the young, handsome studs they’d always-

Her mind froze. Staring, she took a good long look at Caramel, and then another at Evening. For a few seconds there was nothing, causing all present to almost voice concern for her again, before suddenly Angel simply turned and marched right back into the kitchen without another word.

Not happening! She cried in her head. I didn’t think that! NOT HAPPENING!

“Uhhh…” Evening asked, turning toward Mrs. Cake. The blue mare just shrugged.

“She’s shy at times,” she offered as they both gave her an odd look. “Why don’t you two sit down and I’ll come take your order in a bit?” Thankfully, neither seemed to have any objections to that, as they walked away, allowing Cup Cake to take a breath.

“I hope you do not find this question rude…” Zecora began once they were alone again. “But why change your husband into a mare from a dude?”

“Err… Well let’s just say I swing both ways…” She replied with a blush. This was not the sort of thing she wanted to talk about right now. “Zecora, we really do thank you for the gift, but are you sure there isn’t a way?” Zecora sighed.

“There is no way that I am aware, but another look I shall prepare, and when she returns to us this night, I shall compare my notes, with Princess Twilight.” Cup Cake smiled.

“Thank you my friend. While I’m enjoying having this body and my husband as a mare,” She blushed at the last part, “I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t make absolutely certain I couldn’t change him back sooner.”

“A great spouse you truly are,” Zecora said, her gaze turning toward the kitchen doors. “Stay by your husband, and don't stray too far.” Cup Cake nodded.

“If she’s really stuck, then I have to. She’ll likely need my support. Though I have a feeling it shouldn’t take too long before she’s able to handle it. My Carrot Cake was always a strong one. Did you know I suggested we find you as soon as we woke up unchanged? It was her who suggested she be the baker this morning as we waited for you to get your usual.”

“I’m sure your husband will be just fine.” Zecora’s stomach chose that time to make a rather noticeable growl, causing her to blush. “May I perhaps get that usual in the meantime?” Cup Cake couldn’t help but laugh.

“Take a seat Zecora. I’ll bring it right out!”

* *

“How are you doing?” Cup Cake asked, as she trotted into the kitchen area. Much to her surprise, Angel was already hard at work, preparing the next batch of cup cakes.

“I-I’m trying to focus on work to keep myself sane.” She replied with a shiver.Cup Cake sighed.

“Is being a mare really that horrible?” Angel blushed.

Being a mare? No. She thought to herself. It’s the other part I refuse to think about that’s bad.

“W-well okay no, it’s actually very interesting, I just- well I-”

“Would rather be back to normal. I know deary.” Cup Cake finished, nuzzling her neck. “Zecora is going to take another look at her books and talk to Twilight about it. If there is a faster way we’ll find it.” Angel finally seemed to relax at those words.

“Thank you snookums.” She said giving her a nuzzle. “Have I told you you’re a wonderful wife?” Cup Cake giggled.

“You could mention it more often.” She gave Angel a quick kiss on her cheek, before turning serious again.

“Darling, about having a wonderful wife. I don’t think it’s a good idea to shut yourself away this week if… you know…”

“I-I know sweetie. I know. I’m not going to faint again I promise. Truthfully I don’t mind that much being a mare for a week if ponies think I’m my younger sister like Evening and Caramel did. Just, let me take it slow.”

Cup Cake didn’t think such a thing needed to be said. She had almost fainted out there after all, but after looking her over, she could see that there was some genuine curiosity on her face. This just might work out after all.

Rubbing up against her temporary wife, Cup Cake’s mind began to drift back to the two stallions in the dining room still waiting to order. Now that she was their age, she couldn’t deny they looked rather nice. If she wasn’t married, she’d have contemplated asking them out.

Glancing back over at Angel Cake, a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. Angel probably didn’t think she noticed, but she had caught the looks she’d be giving them. She had desired for a mare to be bi-sexual like her. Looks like the potion had delivered once more. Tapping her chin, she thought it over.

She wouldn’t force it, and she’d make certain Angel was really stuck for the week first, but if so, and with a bit of helpful encouragement. Perhaps that threesome they discussed last night wasn’t off the table just yet...

Author's Note

There you have it. Just a cute simple little story I wanted to write for Valentines day.

Fun fact: This story began with the idea of Mr. and Mrs. Cake drinking the wrong vials, and both becoming the opposite sex. I later changed it to Mrs. Cake having a thing for mares, as I thought that was more interesting to write.

As for why Mr. and Mrs. Cake it's because no one ever genderswaps them. I've seen like Thirty stories about Shining Armor and Cadance swapping gender and the like, but never Mr. Cake. So I wrote this.

Hope you all enjoyed it!