Shorts of Romance

"...I think you're really gonna like her!"

Mrs. Cake was hardly what you call an attentive pony (for instance, one of her foals got hit by a car and the other was kidnapped by a serial killer), but what her husband was going on about had really struck her fancy. He was mentioning how his friend from work, Spitfire, was coming over to the house for dinner, and Mrs. Cake, who had grown tired of her shit husband Mr. Cake, wanted to bring some spice into her love life.

Ding!

"Oh, I think that's her now!" Mr. Cake said.

Her husband walked over to the door, and when he opened the door, Mrs. Cake touched herself. Standing in the doorway was a bright orange pony with a toned body with just the right amount of curve. Her luxurious mane and tail were a slightly darker but exotic shade of orange that spiked off at the ends. All in all, Mrs. Cake had found herself a waifu.

In her lust, Mrs. Cake shouted "HEY WANNA BANG."

"sure lol" Spitfire said.

The end.