“…I’m just really happy to have ya here, Princess,” Carrot cake said with noticeable blush as he and the Alicorn stepped through the back door into Sugar Cube Corner.

“I’m happy to be here, Mr. Cake,” Celestia replied with her trademark smile.

The room they entered was fairly large, the ceiling a good distance above even Celestia’s head. A few paced from the door they had entered from a wall of crates was stacked nearly to the ceiling, almost impassable save for an archway of sorts near the left wall.

As they entered the bakery’s loading dock, Carrot could not help but notice that the pair of Royal Guards that had accompanied Celestia were remaining outside. He caught a glimpse of their stony expression a moment before the door closed and seemingly locked itself.

Carrot looked back to Celestia. Her horn was aglow with golden magic as she cast spell after spell, her eyes closed in concentration. After a minute or two, the glow faded and she opened her eyes, her smile smaller and softer now.

“There, we can speak freely now, Mr. Cake,” Celestia said, smiling down at him.

Carrot returned the smile. “That’s certainly a relief. And please call me Carrot, Princess.”

“As you wish, Carrot,” Celestia said, drawing out his name in a way that sent a shiver up his spine. “Mmm, I must thank you for agreeing to this. It’s not often I’m allowed such a… indulgence.” Celestia smacked her lips. “Speaking of which, where is that lovely wife of yours?”

“Oh, Cup Cake is still getting ready,” Carrot said with a nervous chuckle. “But, we did think ahead. Follow me.”

Carrot led Celestia through the space in the crate wall. While the area near the door was empty and dim, the other side of the crates was brightly lit with numerous lamps. The space was dominated by a massive table that stretched nearly the length of the room. The table was laden with plates stacked high with bread rolls, scones, small pies of every flavor, tiny molds of cranberry gelatin, little mountains of hay, and bowls filled with gravy and soups. At the center of the table, just in front of a cushy chair fit for a princess, sat a modestly sized and well roasted turkey.

Carrot detected the sound of something liquid pitter patting against the wooded floor. He turned to see Celestia drooling as she surveyed the spread.

“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, wetly licking her chops. She then giggled, shaking her head. “Oh, if my subjects could see me now.”

Celestia allowed Carrot to lead her to her seat, doing the gentlestalliony thing and lending her his hoof as she sat down. Celestia sighed happily as she settled into her seat, eyeing the food with an appropriately hungry look.

“Help yourself, Pri-C-Celestia,” Carrot said, tripping over her name a little, although he doubted she noticed. “I’ll just run and fetch Cup Cake.”

“Take your time, Carrot,” Celestia said with an almost sultry tone. “I certainly will.”

Carrot’s cheeks turned scarlet. He stammered out something that might had been a reply before leaving Celestia to her distraction. He went through the door leading into the rest of the building, carefully closing it behind him before trotting down the short hallway to the kitchen.

“Cup Cake, are ya ready, dear?” he called out as he entered the kitchen. “The Princess is… here…”

Carrot trailed off as he took in the current state of the kitchen. Truth be told, most everything was where it should be, pots, pans, spoons knives, ladles, forks, flour, sugar, salt, recipe books, and everything else one would find in a kitchen. All in their places. The only thing that was different was that in the middle of the kitchen, on the little island they often mixed batter on, sat Cup Cake. She was laying across the island, her plump rump stuck in the air, legs spread, giving him a clear view of her honey pot.

Cup Cake looked over her shoulder, a jar of cranberry sauce in her hooves.

“Oh thanks goodness, dear. Would you mind giving me a hoof with this?”

Carrot nodded mutely, trotting over and taking the jar. The thing was stubborn, but with a bit of good old fashioned running it under some hot water, Carrot managed to twist it open.

“Wish I though of that,” Cup Cake said with a sheepish smile. After a moment she spoke again. “Did I hear you say the Princess was here?”

Carrot nodded as he placed the jar on the counter by the sink and turned back to Cup Cake. “Yep, she just got here.”

“Did she, did she like the spread?” Cup Cake asked nervously.

Carrot smiled and nodded as he trotted over to where his wife lay. “She was drooling,”

Cup Cake smirked. “So are you,”

“What?”

Cup Cake reached out a blue hoof and wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her husband’s mouth. “Look at you, drooling over your wife. What sort of stallion are you?”

“The luckiest one alive?” Carrot said with a goofy grin as he leaned down.

“Right answer,” Cup Cake replied in a whisper as their lips met.

Cup Cake moaned softly, scooting her body across the smooth surface of the island in an effort to kiss Carrot harder. Carrot, for his part, pushed back, his tongue darting from his mouth into hers. They stayed like that for a moment or two, heads twisting from side to side as they made out. They broke apart, a thin trail of saliva still connecting their lips.

“We shouldn’t keep the Princess waiting,” Cup Cake said, looking past Carrot to the almost forgotten jar of cranberry sauce. She looked back to him and grinned. “You ready to do some stuffing?”

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you,” Carrot grinned.

Cup Cake resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead gave Carrot a sultry look. “You sure about that? Sure you don’t need me to-” she slowly licked over her fore hoof, mouth wide, eyes remaining locked with his “-warm up the stuffer?”

Cup Cake giggled as Carrot flushed and began to sweat a little. “W-well, no reason not to…” He reared up, placing his fore hooves on either side of her and giving her access to his ‘Carrot Stick’.

Carrot was already at half mast, his respectable member twitching with anticipation. Cup Cake shuffled along the surface of the island, getting just a few inches closer. She nuzzled him, right at the base of his shaft, giggling softly at his soft gasp.

Cup Cake drew in a slow, deep breath. The mere smell of her husband’s musk sent a tingle though her body to her groin. Her tongue slipped from between her lips and she licked him from base to flared head. The gasp was sharper this time and Carrot bucked his hips ever so slightly.

Cup Cake leaned back a bit, taking in the sight of the fully erect cock before her. She made a point of noisily licking her lips, just to tease him a little bit more. But, Cup Cake couldn’t contain herself a moment beyond that. She quickly engulfed his head in her mouth, delighting in the sound of his breath catching in his throat.

Carrot groaned and leaned forward over his wife, fighting every urge to buck his hips and she rolled her hot, wet tongue over the head of his cock. She wiggled beneath him, leaning forward and drawing more of him into her mouth. She went slowly, pushing his sensitive flare over every millimeter of her tongue until he brushed the back of her throat. She drew sharply back, until her lips her pursed just over his head. And then she forced herself back down, flare once more ticking the back of her tongue.

Cup Cake moaned around her mouthful. The meaty taste of Carrot’s cock was intoxicating. She continued to bob up and down, groaning happily as he leaked a bit of pre over her tongue. If she had the time, Cup Cake would have happily rolled over and let Carrot go to town on her pussy while she indulged in her favorite treat. But, they were hosting a Princess…

Cup Cake was at the apex of her bob when, with out the slightest bit of warning, she suddenly lunged forward. She swallowed Carrot’s cock with an audible ‘gulch’ of effort, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

Carrot moaned and bucked his thin hips ineffectually. The feeling of Cup Cake’s tongue undulating along the underside of his cock coupled with the clutching of her throat sent him teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Carrot managed to croak out a sentence. “D-dear, we shouldn’t…”

Cup Cake huffed, quite a feat in her current position, and slowly backed off. She gagged slightly as she pulled his cock from her mouth, looking at the spit-coated shaft with longing.

Carrot blew out a shaky breath, sweat beading on his forehead. “O-okay now, honey, let’s-”

The words died in his throat as Carrot felt the tip of Cup Cake’s hoof touch the base of his shaft.

“H-honey pie?” Carrot said, his tone equal parts excitement and nervousness. “You… you wouldn’t…”

“Would I?” Cup Cake replied, her wicked smile evident in her voice.

Cup Cake flicked the tip of her hoof up the side of Carrot’s cock. He let out a shuddering gasp, bucking his hips as he came suddenly and violently. Cup Cake was ready and willing, engulfing his flare in her mouth and happily gulping down cum.

Carrot slowly sank lower over his wife as strength drained from his limbs, all the feeling in his body centered around his pulsing cock. Cup Cake didn’t seem to mind, moaning blissfully as he unintentionally forced more of his length into her mouth. Soon he was more or less laying on top of her and she was gagging on his head once more.

After what could have been an eternity or just a few seconds, Carrot’s forced orgasm faded and strength returned to his legs. He pushed himself up, pulling his softening cock from Cup Cake lips, smearing them with the dregs of his load.

He pushed himself off the island and stumbled back a few steps, casting something that might one day work itself up to a glare at his wife. Cup Cake, for her part, was busy licking her lips and loudly gulping.

She let out a sigh and gave him a sultry look. “Mmm, yum yum. If it wasn’t for that health code, I’d have you fill every éclair in the shop.”

The glare-in-training fell from Carrot’s face. “Wait, I’m not supposed to do that?”

Cup Cake and Carrot shared a snicker as he approached her on steadier hooves.

“Okay, missy, now that you’ve had your fun, what are we supposed to do now?”

Cup Cake rolled her eyes, smiling. “We use that pill Zecora gave us, like we were going to.”

Carrot sighed. “Ya think it’ll still work after…?”

“Why wouldn’t it? Now stop being so fussy and take your medicine.”

Carrot shook his head and went over to the sink, getting himself a glass of water. Returning to Cup Cake, he opened a drawer just beneath his wife’s hooves. He pushed aside match boxes and trays of silverware until he found a small glass bottle with a single, faintly glowing pill inside. He took the bottle from the drawer and then the pill from the bottle, balancing it in his hoof. After a moment’s hesitation, he stuck the pill in his mouth and quickly washed it down with a gulp of water. He set the glass aside and waited.

After a minute or two, Cup Cake spoke. “So… is it working?”

“I think we need to give it some more time.”

Cup Cake huffed and held her head in a hoof.

Carrot stared at his wife and then, slowly, an evil smirk stretched across his face. He said nothing and merely started to circle around the island. Cup Cake took notice.

“Where are you going?”

“Behind you,” Carrot answered.

“And why are you doing!”

Cup Cake’s voice reached a sudden high pitch a very warm and very wet tongue licked its way up the side of her thigh inner thigh. It teased its way right up to the folds of her sex, stopping just short of touching them. She bit her lip, cheeks turning a rosy hue as she laid her head down on her folded fore hooves, giggling softly. Carrot’s breath was hot and she trembled at every gust that blew over her.

Carrot just stood there a moment, long enough to tease Cup Cake with the thought that he just might not eat her out. He let her sit there and tremble, just for a few more heartbeats.

He then grabbed her plump cheeks with his hooves, getting a good grope in, and dove in. he shoved his muzzle between her plump thighs, giving her lower lips a lewd kiss. His tongue darted out, spreading the folds of her sex and eliciting a happy whimper from Cup Cake. She was sweet and tangy, as always, her thick juices smothering his taste buds in her flavor. Her walls clenched at the intrusion of his tongue, convulsing as he pushed it deeper into her. He quickly pulled his tongue back, earning a gasp. He loudly licked his chops and went right back to it, licking up and down her dripping sex.

“C-Carrot!” Cup Cake whined, her voice shaking along with her plump body.

Carrot pulled away, his muzzled stained with her juices. “Yes dear?” he said with an infuriating casualness.

“A-are you r-ready y-yet?”

As if on cue, there came the sound of something smacking against the wood of a cabinet door. Carrot looked down, finding himself fully erect. And maybe… bigger?

Carrot shook his head and again clamored up over his wife, thankful for how tall he was, and lined his sex up with hers.

“Are you?” he whispered.

Cup Cake let out a heady giggle. “So much…”

He pushed forward, Cup Cake’s soaked lips greedily swallowing his head. He continued pushing into her, encountering a bit more resistance than he was used to, but he soldiered on. Cup Cake was whimpering again, cheeks now burning brightly. He finally hilted inside her, groaning as her pussy clenched around him.

“F-fuck…” Cup Cake groaned beneath him.

Carrot grinned. There was just something about hearing his sweet and bubbly wife swear that was… exhilarating.

He pulled his hips back slowly, dragging his length from her pussy until only the head remained inside her. And then he rammed himself back in, a lewd squelch and slap echoing around the kitchen. And then he did it again and again and again.

Cup Cake let out squeal and breathy laugh at the first impact, settling into rhythmic moans as Carrot fucked her. Every thrust felt like it was stretching her in ways she hadn’t been since her very first time. Carrot felt thicker and longer than he ever did. Cup Cake would have made a mental note to bring Zecora a cake as a way of saying thanks if she could have formed a coherent thought.

Carrot moved his hooves up Cup Cake’s body, grasping her middle. His thrusts became fast and harder as he squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as bolts of pleasure stabbed through him. Cup Cake felt tighter than he remembered, not that in a million years he would complain. Had she done something or… that Zebra just earned herself a lifetime supply of muffins. Cup Cake continued to shudder and wiggle beneath him, moaning out incoherent babble. Carrot felt his hips become soaking in a sudden burst of marecum as Cup Cake squealed again.

And then suddenly, he pulled himself out of her completely.

Cup Cake’s squeal turned to a moan and she began slurring what were no doubt insults at him, but Carrot ignored her. He grabbed her wide hips and with strength not many would attribute to him, flipped Cup Cake over onto her back. He grabbed her hips and pulled her rump towards him as he thrust forward, impaling her on his cock once more.

“If half of what Zecora said was true, I want to see this,” he growled through clenched teeth. Cup Cake nodded, still having difficulties with words.

Carrot pulled back and slammed himself into his wife, marveling at how he could actually see her belly bulge with his length. He knew he was already close and it was on the third hilting that he felt that wonderful release flow through him.

An almost painful load traveled up his cock and exploded inside Cup Cake. She screamed in delight as the hot cum filled her instantly, a second warbling cry following it as the second pulse of cum hit her. Her middle started to expand, the bulge of Carrot’s cock soon becoming lost. A third pulse made it round even more, even as a back-blast of cum spurted around Carrot’s cock.

Carrot felt his cock throb a few more times, but the sensation felt far away. He groaned and sank forward, back hooves leaving the floor as he laid across Cup Cake and her soft, swollen middle.

Cup Cake groaned and said her first coherent sentence in minutes. “T-thank you, stuffin’.”

Author's Note

I apologize for the sudden ending. And for this story in general.

The weird stuff, and the proper ending, comes tomorrow.