Love and Cakes

by Ron Jeremy Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Anthro, Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Mr. Cake, Sex
Length: 3085

Not everypony gets to take all of Hearts and Hooves Day to enjoy with their Special Somepony. Sometimes, it means making the most of what time you have, and Carrot Cake certainly knows how to make the most of the time he gets to spend with Cup.

Not everypony gets to take all of Hearts and Hooves Day to enjoy with their Special Somepony. Sometimes, it means making the most of what time you have, and Carrot Cake certainly knows how to make the most of the time he gets to spend with Cup.

Owning Sugarcube Corner means working through the holidays. Cup and Carrot Cake both understand that, and they do the best they can. Still, the chances they get to spend that holiday together are often filled with them filling that limited amount of time with as much joy as possible, and Hearts and Hooves day isn't any exception. Instead, it's a chance to spend a little well deserved risque time together.

(Image belongs to redsonne, please check out his work on Derpibooru and Deviantart.)

Special Thanks to L0rd0f7hund3r for helping me to develop the idea, throwing in a few ideas of his own. You good sir, rock.

Side story for Bumbling through my Education, and dedicated to my personal Mrs Cake, my lovely wife. Happy Hearts and Hooves Day sweetheart.

Published 2017-02-14 20:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-14 20:30:01 UTC

A Cake's Hearts and Hooves Day Story

Love and Cakes

A Cake’s Hearts and Hooves Day Story

“Hun? We’re running low on our holiday cookies!”

Cup Cake smiled at the line of couples standing at the counter. Normally Pinkie Pie would be taking the orders, but since her special somepony was here she’d asked for the day off. Naturally, Cup wasn’t going to make the poor dear work on this holiday, although it was the second busiest holiday of the year. The only day it was busier than Hearts and Hooves was during Hearth’s Warming, only because Sugarcube Corner was the only bakery open during that time and also the glow of the ovens gave the shop a stupid level of heat. Ponies would come in from the winter air would bask in the warmth and then buy a cake or even just a cup of coffee.

She watched as Carrot stepped out, two fresh cookie sheets of Hearts and Hooves day cookies lined up on them. Easily four dozen, ready to be sold, and Cup knew they would be gone in moments. The sugar cookies were of course done in little hearts, the dough dyed red to give the full appearance, and of course she put a center of chocolate in each one. Just to add that special touch. She smiled at the next couple, Lyra and Bon Bon, as they bought half a dozen of the treats, along with two hot chocolates, and then the two of them moved toward a table.

She looked at the tables and saw her colt, Pound, working with his sister, and of course the two of them working with their special someponies. It was sweet of them to help out, and she had every intention of letting them go before the evening got too late. A little extra pay added to their daily wages so they could treat their dates to a proper date, and not just a quick bite at the Hayburger.

Not that there was anything wrong with the Hayburger, but it didn’t really scream romantic setting to her. She looked to see the lines thinning out, a sigh escaped her, and she motioned for the four teenagers to come toward the counter.

“Everypony, thanks for pitching in. This is from Mr. Cake and myself, so please, go have a great rest of your Hearts and Hooves day,” she said as she gave them twenty-five bits a piece, and then sent them on their way.

The last two hours of sales crept by, and she noticed that the last sale actually seemed to be Rarity, who was purchasing a special dozen of their cookies with a few rubies baked into them. She was more than happy to oblige her, prepare the cookies, and then get them out to her fairly quickly. Once she was on her way she let out a sigh. Her hooves were killing her. She stood up straight, feeling the stiffness of her back until she heard the audible pop. That’s when she felt two soft hands on her her shoulders. A muzzle gently kissed her neck, and she let out a soft sigh.

“Happy Hearts and Hooves Day, Honey Bun,” he whispered before kissing her neck.

She sighed, feeling his hands unclasping the back of her apron, letting it slid forward, and down of of her dress. A soft giggle escaped her lips.

“Carrot Cake, are you trying to seduce this old mare?”

His sweet laugh was more than enough to warm her heart, “What old mare? I see the beautiful young mare I married, the same one I’m going to give the best Hearts and Hooves day I can.”

His hands moved from the top of her dress, where he had unclasped her apron, and apparently unbuttoned the button for her dress, toward the front. She felt his arms around her middle, hugging her, his still impressive length touching her rump, gently pushing between her cheeks. It all felt rather silly, seeing as Cup wasn’t wearing anything that would be thought of as remotely provocative. The plain cotton bra and panties she wore were an everyday type of clothing, nothing that would spark any sultry flames along. Apparently, Carrot thought differently.

“Oh my, you’re not planning on rutting your wife down here, are you?”

Her answer was her dress, slipping down past the plain white bra and panties, pooling up on the floor, she felt him gently nip her ear, his left hand pulling on her tail, and Cup couldn’t handle it. The moan that escaped her lips was certainly loud enough that it echoed through the now empty Sugarcube Corner. She felt his mouth move down her body, from her ear, to her neck and then his hands pulled her panties down. She felt her legs quiver from anticipation as he continued down the fullness of the backside of her body. She felt him gently push her forward, something she was more than happy to do, and she felt his hands guide her stance to be a little more open.

She felt the first lick, a tentative thing, almost as if he was getting a taste for her. The next lick came after she felt two fingers spread her open. She felt herself panting, her need certainly rising, and by Celestia it made her feel so sexy and desirable. His tongue dug into her, moving around, taking in each gentle softness of her marehood. She felt his mouth and tongue move slightly, and then she felt him suckle her winking clit into his lips. His tongue pressing against it, causing her to grip the countertop.

“Carrot…” she breathed, “Oh by Celestia’s sun, don’t stop.”

He seemed to take her request as dutifully as he did her commands in the kitchen. Yet there was no hesitation, no asking where ingredients were. No, here, in this place Carrot was the the master of this domain. She knew that he knew exactly what she liked, and more than that, he was proving that she liked something she seemed adamant against before. It felt so risque, so dangerous to be here, downstairs, with naught but her bra on, standing at the front counter, having her husband eating her out. She felt his fingers moving into her, pressing on just the right spot, and she couldn’t take it. Her legs became just like the jelly they served in their morning delight doughnuts. She almost fell if not for him. She felt his tongue move, pressing against her tailhole, moving into it, and she gasped.

Before they married she believed that kind of play was just dirty. It was something that a self respecting Earth Pony would never do. And she was so wrong. She was wrong because Carrot was patient. He slowly got her around to the idea of trying it, and then once she did, well, it was safe to say that it was one of her guilty pleasures.

She felt her hips buck toward his mouth, pushing his face deeper between the cheeks of her rump, his tongue deeper into her tailhole. He pulled away after a moment, and she turned to look at him. His proud stallionhood was trapped in his work slacks, straining the zipper to the point of breaking. It simply wouldn’t do to leave him trapped like that. She knelt down, her hands removing her bra, letting her breasts free from their captivity, and then she unbuttoned his slacks, unzipped them, and pulled them, and his boxers, down enough to free his captive cock.

He shot out, slapping her gently on the cheek. She gave him a sweet, coyish smile before she kissed the flared tip of his cock. Her mouth opened, she took just the tip in, letting the feeling of it swirl around a bit before she took him deeper into her sweet mouth. Carrot had heard that the best things in life were worth waiting for. He was certain his father had no idea that the best thing in the world was Cup Cake, but his father had been right. Cup was worth waiting for. She was everything he wanted in a mare, and feeling her take his cock into her muzzle, her fluttering her eyelashes at him like a school filly, it was something that he was certain was worth more than all of the bits in the royal treasury.

He felt his hands move to the back of her head, the sound of her taking him deeper, the feel of his cock moving toward the back of her throat, and then taking him beyond the barrier into her throat itself, it was wonderful. She let out a soft moan that vibrated against his already sensitive member, and he nearly lost it right there. She pulled back, smiling gently at him.

“Lie down sweetums.”

He did and he watched as her massive breasts were squeezed together. He felt his cock slide between them, Her tongue taking the tip of it with each stroke. He felt like he was going to explode, and he groaned.

“Cup, I’m close…”

She got up, and he watched as she lowered herself, her tailhole finding the tip of his cock, the puckered ponut began to split as she impaled herself on his respectable length. She slid down, using the lubrication of her own saliva to ease his entry into her rectum. She let out out a hissing moan as she felt him bottom out in her.

“Oh Honey Bun, your tail hole is so tight..”

She began to lift herself, and then pushed back down on him. As she did this he felt her anal walls clenching on his shaft, desperately begging him to fill her. He couldn’t hold back any longer and he pumped his Honey Bun full of Carrot Cake batter. She fell back against his chest, his length still inside of her tailhole, and the two of them giggled as they lay on the kitchen floor.

“You are a very naughty stallion, Mr Cake,” she breathed out as she gasped.

“I just happened to marry a mare that likes that, Mrs. Cake,” he said, right before he kissed her neck, “Happy Hearts and Hooves day Honey Bun.”

She grinned, enjoying the feeling of her stomach being a bit more extended thanks to his gift of batter inside of her tailhole, “Happy Hearts and Hooves Day sweetums. I love you Carrot.”

He nuzzled her neck, “I love you too Cup.”

The two of them relaxed, not willing to part to get up, and instead enjoyed the moment they had. Whatever happened later would be completely worth it.

Bonus Chapter: Afterglow

Love and Cakes

Bonus Chapter: Afterglow

Cup groaned as she stood in the shower. Staying on the floor of the kitchen had been romantic, falling asleep there was even more so, but the stiffness of waking up was certainly something she didn’t enjoy as much. She felt her muscles finally relaxing as the sunstone heated water cascaded down her robust body. She giggled slightly, thinking about what Carrot had done.

It was a point of fact that they had long since learned that any time they wanted to spend together had to be done quickly. Oh, she still enjoyed foreplay, and she certainly enjoyed Carrot taking his time to make her feel desired and sexy. But as parents, and business owners, those times often seemed to account to a few minutes, and every once in awhile a couple of hours. Last night they had been lucky enough to have a few hours.

Slowly, Cup Cake turned the water off, opened the curtain of their tub, and looked into the eyes of the stallion that had proved how much he loved her last night. She gave him a grin as he handed her a towel.

“I was too late to help, huh?”

She giggled, “Maybe a little,” she took the towel and worked on her mane for a bit before working on her coat. She wrapped it around herself and stepped out, “Sweetums, thank you.”

He grinned, “It’s fine Honey Bun. I didn’t mind cleaning up down there…”

She stopped him with a kiss, one that told him that she was still thirsty for his love, still hungered for his touch. She brought his right hand up to her towel covered breasts, and she felt him softly grope her left. She felt the towel loosen, fall, and his fingers gently teasing her nipple. They had been lucky enough to not been seen by their foals, or at least she hoped that they didn’t see them. Still, at the moment she hungered for him. She wanted him to take control, to do the dirty things to her she had read about in Fifty Shades of Neigh. Well, some of those things.

His left hand moved behind her, grabbing her tail, and giving it a little yank. She moaned through the kiss, broke it, and looked at him.

“Still frisky?”

Her violet eyes asking the question she begged him answer. She felt him lift her into his arms, no sound of strain or disappointment. And there wasn’t to him. He loved her, his Cup Cake, with all of his heart. He loved her pudgy body, a body that belonged to a mother of two wonderful foals, and a body that he wanted to ravish with every fiber of his being. Still, Carrot wasn’t the young stallion he had been, and Cup wasn’t as light as she was on their wedding night. But their bedroom was quickly found, and Cup Cake was gently deposited onto the bed itself. She watched as he stripped off, the smell of their sex mixed with the smell of the floor cleaner and dish detergent from downstairs filled her nostrils.

She moved toward him, not letting him get into bed, and her mouth instantly went to his cock. She didn’t lick and gently suck it. No, she wanted to worship this beautiful cock with her mouth, she wanted to clean it with her saliva, and she desperately hoped that he would use it to rut another foal into her waiting womb. She felt his cock as it passed over her tongue, she began to bob her head back and forth, getting a taste for the flavor that was Carrot’s wonderful cock, and her tailhole.

It was dirty, and depraved, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care who would consider it a deviant act. It was in her own home, it was her husband, and she was going to suck his wonderful cock to her heart’s content. She felt his cock go from being hard to being rock hard. She pulled back, turned around, and lowered her head to the mattress. Her wonderfully large rump remained in the air, waiting for him.

“Please?”

He grabbed her hips, touched his cock to her sopping wet pussy, and then pulled back from it, “I don’t know…”

“Carrot…” she begged, “Please…”

He got closer again, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “Tell me exactly what you want Honey Bun.”

This was where she had trouble. It felt so wrong to talk dirty now. She was a mother after all, but she also knew this game. He was giving her what she wanted. He was taking control, and if she wanted relief she had to submit completely.

“I want you to take your cock and put it into me. I want you to rut me like a whorse. I want to feel you go as deep into me as you can, and I want you to rut another colt or filly into me. I need you to rut another foal into me. Please Carrot, breed me, make me your broodmare, rut me until I can’t talk, can’t think, can’t do anything other than want your cock.”

With that she felt him slide into her. She felt his wonderful cock split her pussy open, his length moving deep into her, and she felt the full connection as her rump was struck by his crotch. She felt him pull back his hands on her cutie marks, and then he pulled her against him as he thrust into her. She let loose a lewd sounding moan that she had no doubt Pound, Pumpkin, and Pinkie all three heard.

She didn’t care. She just wanted this, needed it, and she was more than hungry for it. She began to match his thrusts, feeling his cock knocking on her cervix, feeling the wonderful need for release. His right hand moved under her, to find her winking clit, and she felt him rub it. It was a dirty move, a dirty play, but she didn’t care. What she cared about was what she was feeling. The rhythmic feeling of their thrusts, the way his cock slid into her so perfectly, how he was making her feel so wanted, so desired, so bucking sexy.

Her plump body rippled as he dove into her. Carrot was mesmerized by his own personal goddess. That was what Cup was to him. He felt himself so close, and he felt her clamping down on him. He gently flicked her nub again, and he felt her pussy begin to milk his cock, and without being able to hold back he unloaded into her. She moaned out, her hips and legs tired enough that they fell completely onto the bed. He looked at her, panting, tired, and still even after orgasming as hard as they did he was still hard, still ready, and he moved her tail.

“Carrot?”

His answer slid between the plump cheeks of her rump. He found the entrance to her tailhole. She grunted as he slid into it.

“Ngh.. Oof, C...Careful Sweetums.”

He pushed deeper, going until he was balls deep inside of her rump. She felt amazing, her rectum squeezed him tight, and he began to thrust into her, slowly at first, but soon the tempo became faster, harder, and with complete abandon. Her wonderfully plump rump rippled each time he thrust into her, his hand found her cutie mark, and he gave it a playful slap.

“Ngh, Carrot… I...Ugh… Yeah.. Oh Celestia… CARROT!!!!” she screamed as he felt her rectum contract around his cock. He felt himself unload into her again, and this time he fell onto her back.

She breathed out, her body now covered with a thin layer of sweat.

“I think,” she panted, “That you can help me with my shower now…”