After a failed spell misfired by Twilight Sparkle tears through the fabric of space; and time you find yourself in her world. A world filled with anthropomorphic ponies; and magic. This would be hard enough for even the most stoutest of men to handle. When you add in the fact that there is virtually no work to be had for someone who is a head smaller than the average citizen only makes matters worse. However when Twilight Sparkle finds out that you were a baker back home you catch a break; and the Cakes give you a room; and a job. Within Six months their business doubled thanks to the alluring aroma of your fresh baked bread.

You eventually moved out of the Cakes home not that you really wanted to; but between Pinkie Pie eating a good portion of your baked goods; and the Cakes having to deal with twins there wasn't much room to begin with for you to live comfortably. So you moved right next door into your own bakery.

It was a good business partnership between you; and the Cakes to draw ponies into each other's shops. Even though they usually made their own baked goods it doesn't stop them from coming over to buy some fresh bread. Usually it was only mrs. Cake that came over early in the morning before you're even opened. She always seemed to be rather interested in you. You would catch her watching you sometimes when she thought you weren't looking. Though it could just be because you're so foreign yet so familiar to these anthropomorphic ponies.

As a matter of fact you find them quite attractive. Even though most of them were easily a head taller than you. Not to mention the fact that they outweighed you by more than four times your weight. There was something about their women that always makes you hungry for them. Their bodies were always perfectly proportionate! From their gigantic breasts to their plump asses they were all tight; and perky!

One day as you prepare to open your shop something seems amiss. It was nearly time to open; and Mrs. Cake hasn't shown up yet! She always comes over in the morning to get fresh baked bread; but not today which seems strange. Though With a line of tall anthropomorphic mares drooling all over the glass of your front door you don't have time to worry about her. For now you're going to have to deal with your customers; and worry about Mrs. Cake later.

The day drags on as pony after pony comes into your shop. Like usual most of the mares try to flirt with you to get a discount on their orders. Usually by leaning over so that you could get a nice view of their perfect breasts. Though you wish you could take them up on their offers you'd go bankrupt if you did. So usually you just tell them that is the lowest you can go. That usually works; but not before giving you a playful wink; and an air kiss. God you are always so horny at the end of the day!

With the last customer finally leaving your shop you sigh. The sun was just starting to set. Cleaning up the front of your shop you head into the back to make your next batch of various doughs for the oncoming days. It was hard work satisfying your customers; you rarely have a day where you have any loafs left after closing time. Taking a long exhale you start to prepare your dough when your doorbell rings. Going to the front entrance there was Mrs. Cake in a trench coat.

Letting her in you take her coat. Damn thing weighs a ton! As you place the coat on a rack you take a good look over to Mrs. Cake. She is barely wearing anything at all! A buttoned pajama shirt that was straining to hold her beach ball sized breasts; and a frilly pink laced thong that just barely covered her marehood. That was it! You try not to look at her waist as you notice that her legs are covered in sweat.

"Thanks dearie sorry to bother you so late but I was kind of hoping that you might have some bread left. Pinkie ate the last of our bread."

You look over to the selves; empty. "Sorry Mrs. Cake but I'm out of fresh bread I was actually just about to make tomorrow's batch. If you don't mind waiting a couple of minutes I can make you some. If that is all right?"

"That you be perfect thank you dearie."

She follows you to the back; and takes up a stool opposite of you. Straddling the stool you can just make out where her flower starts to show. Something seemed strange about them. Even though it is just a glance you could swear that her lips seemed swollen. As you pass by her a strange scent comes across your nostrils! It is something that you can't quite place but it is sweet; and warm. Like the air was filled with honey or something sweeter. It was making your already aroused body even more aroused!

With sear willpower you shake off the perverted thoughts that were starting to come to you. Throwing some flour unto the counter you place a ball of dough on it. Smacking your hands together you send a cloud of flour into the air. As you begin to knead the dough a slight moan escapes Mrs. Cake's lips as your fore arms flex with every squeeze of the dough. Hearing her moan makes your dick throb with lust. As you slightly look up from your dough you see her slightly biting her lower lip. You can't help but notice her heaving bosom! Motherhood had done wonders for her body! Plumping her out in all the right places. Her body makes even the most well endowed mares in Ponyville look like prepubescent children.

A bright crimson blushes your cheeks as you return to kneading the dough. She was making this rather difficult. With the dough thoroughly kneaded you take a knife; and cut two crosses into it; and place it into the wood burning oven. You prefer to use wood burning ovens over modern ones it adds some extra flavor to the bread in your opinion. The room seems to be much hotter than it usually is. You think that it is because there is another body in the room; and nothing more. The smell of fresh baked bread fills the air as you pull it out; and placing the fresh bread on a cooling rack. Turning around you see Mrs. Cake sitting on the table only in her shirt is thrown to the side; and her panties were in her hands.

"Mrs. Cake?" With her naked body now exposed to you, you can clearly see that her pussy was indeed swollen. It is obvious that she hasn't had release in awhile.

" I'll be blunt I want you I've wanted you since the first moment that I laid eyes on you," Mrs. Cake coos into the air as she slowly spreads her legs giving you a good look at her flower.

"What about Mr. Cake? Isn't he your husband!?"

" Hmmph! He hasn't touch me since I had the twins! Even though I am a mother now I am still a mare. A mare still has needs just like you have needs. Am I wrong?"

Mrs. Cake smiles as she launches her soaked panties at your face. Getting a good whiff of her scent your member now stands at full attention. She was right even though you find these mares very attractive you haven't had sex of any kind since you wound up here; and your body was not liking that one bit. You needed release; and if you don't get it soon you might go mad.

Just as You are about to answer her she grabs you; and pulls you towards her locking you into a primal kiss. Being so close to her you can't help but smell the pheromones coming from her making your head spin. You melt into her embrace. Her body is so soft like it was made of clouds. Your cock now takes command over your body. You start to forcefully play with her tongue teasing it, wrapping it with yours tasting her. Moans of ecstasy escape her lips as your tongue dominates her mouth.

The sear size of her breasts is outright astonishing! They gently wrap you in a gentle embrace as you press your body closer to hers. Breaking the kiss she looks down. Moving back a little she grabs her breasts and places them between the two of you.

"Looks like you have some dough to knead." Mrs. Cake winks at you.

Smiling you take your hands; and grab a large handful of her breast; and start to knead them. Mrs Cake moans louder as you work your magic! A warm creamy white liquid covers your hands looking down you see that she is lactating. Smiling you lower your head; and taking one of the nipples into your mouth playfully nip at it. Taking the tip of your tongue you flick, swirl, and tug at her nipple making her scream in pleasure.

A few squirts of milk hit the back of your throat making you choke a little. She looks down at you with concern, but you quickly put the nipple back into your mouth. This time however you weren't going to play with your food. You clasp her nipple deep into your mouth and begin to suckle her nipple hard making her scream! As you drain her of her milk you can't help but notice that her milk is super sweet like rich vanilla ice cream but richer, warmer.

Before you even notice Mrs. Cake reaches a hand down to your pants and is unbuttoning them. You stop your suckling; and look at her. Smiling you remove your clothes so that she can see just how much of a man you are. She gasps at the sight of your member it is not as long as a stallion's but it was good bit thicker not to mention that yours isn't flat at the end like a stallion's. Using an underhand grip she starts to deftly stroke your penis. Her hand is soft like velvet. If it weren't for the fact that you were looking at her do it you would swear that it was a vagina stroking you off.

A couple drops of pre-cum begin to lubricate your penis as she pumps you faster. Just as you are about to climax she lets go. You grunt out your disapproval as the pressure begins to recede from your cock. You were soo close!

She pulls herself off of the table top a little; and spreads her legs wide so you can fuck her pussy while standing. You don't hesitate as you line up your dick; and ram into her making her scream in pleasure from the sudden fullness. The walls of her pussy feels incredible it is actually softer then her hand. In fact you can't even describe just how soft her walls are.

The table rocks as you pound the massive mare with force! Her tits bounce up-down with the motion. The sound sloshing of milk synchronizes with your rhythm as the table rocks back; and forth. You are pretty sure that if this goes for too long you are going to have to buy a new table tomorrow. Because this one sounds like it is about to break. Soon milk begins to spray out of her nipples as the speed increases. Leaning over you lap up the falling milk from the sides of her breasts. She locks her legs behind you; and starts to grind her hips in a circular motion making your cock even harder inside of her. She screams out your name as your rock hard dick hits her G spot over; and over again.

"I'm close; fuck mommy's brains out!" her vagina clenches your penis and starts to milk you. Even though her pussy was unbelievably soft it was now just as tight.

"Damn your really good at this!" you grunt.

It isn't long before your thrusting is so fast that you climax! Cumming all over her insides mixing with her own juices. Her breasts erupt with milk coating the two of you in her sweet, sweet milk. With the last of her milk spraying all over you, you collapse on top of her soft breast exhausted by all of your hard work.

She strokes the back of your head as she pants heavily. Once the two of you catch your breath she finally lets go of you letting you stand on your own. As you pull out your semi-hard penis a stream of mixed cum flows out of her flower unto the floor. Mrs. Cake sits up covered in sweat, milk, cum, and flour. A look of utter bliss on her glowing face.

"How about we take a shower before you leave? After all Pinkie might want to try my special bread if she sees you like that,"

Mrs. Cake giggles " Sure, but only if I can get that special bread when ever I need it,"

"Why not after all you did help me make it,"

Author's Note

Cover art is by http://poopylosersart.blogspot.com/2012_07_01_archive.html