Author's Note

Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:

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Taboo Thoughts

Big Mac stood outside the small bakery for a second, looking up at the candy-like outside glistening in the afternoon sun. He had always wondered if Sugarcube Corner was made from actual sugar, if only a little bit. It was a crazy notion even for the rather crazy resident he was about to meet up with. The rain would just melt the house away if it was sugar. It didn’t rot, and the inside seemed normal enough for a family owned bakery shop. It had to be some sort of building technique. He still loved the effort put into it to make it look like a life-sized gingerbread pony’s house.

He shook his head, clearing his mind from the slight trance he had been in thinking about the small cottage. Rustling his bags, he looked back to make sure they were still secure. The zap apple jars were still packed neatly away and damage free from his walk into town. As he turned back to the bakery, he caught a glimpse of someone watching him from the upper window. He gave a smile knowing that Pinkie had probably been waiting for him to show up ever since she sent that letter over.

Trotting up the steps, he gave the front door a small push open, hearing the bell ring to let the store owners know a customer was here. No doubt Pinkie was rushing downstairs at the very moment. As he stepped inside, he saw one other mare standing in the lobby that he had never seen before. For the moment she was alone in the storefront.

The mare in the middle of the room had a white coat and a spiky blue mane. When she heard the doorbell ring behind her, she turned her head to see who had made the sound. Big Mac noticed that when she did, a horn sat upon her head, but what caught him off guard more were the giant violet shades covering her eyes.

When she saw that Big Mac was the pony standing in the doorway, she looked him up and down before giving a smile and a nod. Big Mac returned the smile back to the unicorn. She gave a bit of a salute and Big Mac, having never met a pony as silent as himself like this, could only think to return the salute. The mare gave a huge smile before the silent interaction was interrupted by a voice coming from the back.

“Give me just a second dear,” the sound of Mrs. Cake’s voice called out from the kitchen. “I’m just finishing up an order and I’ll be right with you!” Pinkie, oddly enough was nowhere to be seen.

The silent mare that the order must have been for gave a nod before turning back to the counter. He heard the soft sound of magical energy and watched as a napkin from one of the dispensers on the counter levitate to just in front of this mystery mare. He even caught a glimpse of a pen lift up from behind the counter. Big Mac could only stand and wait to see what she was writing on this napkin, but he had a vague idea. He wasn’t entirely naive.

Before she could finish, Cup Cake walked in from the kitchen, carrying a bag of what smelled like freshly baked banana bread. “Here’s your order, Ms. Scratch,” she said, handing the bag over to the mare, finally revealing her name. “Oh,” she added, noticing who her new customer was. “Hello there Big Mac. Pinkie’s getting ready in her room for tonight. Is that jam for us?”

“Eyup,” Big Mac replied, reaching back and undoing his bag to show the many jars he had hidden away. As he did so, Ms. Scratch picked up her bag and walked past him towards the front door. She levitated her glasses up to show her magenta eyes, and, with a sultry wink, slipped the napkin expertly into his bag, walking out the door behind him.

As the bell rang, announcing Scratch’s departure, Mrs. Cake heaved a long sigh, a relaxed expression crossing over her face. “It’s been a long weekend, Big Mac,” she said, undoing her apron and lying it on top of the counter, reaching down and flipping off the lights that normally lit up the various pastries and baked goods. “I’m glad Pinkie is getting some help this week while we’re out of town. I’m not sure the girl would be able to handle it alone.”

Big Mac gave a half-genuine smile, knowing full well that Pinkie wasn’t having him over to help prepare for the week ahead. He almost felt guilty about the real reason. “Heh,” he nervously laughed. “Eyup.”

“You’re a stallion of very few words, aren’t you?” Cup Cake laughed, taking out the few remaining pastries and setting them next to her folded apron. “Wish I could have you coming with us instead of my chatterbox husband, Carrot.”

Big Mac flashed another smile, dirty thoughts racing through his mind. He knew she was just making conversation, but after being hit on twice and still coming down from Pinkie’s special candy from earlier, all he could think of was grinding up against her experienced hips. He thought of what it would be like to have her in bed, his strong and hardened farmer’s body against her sweet and chubby baker’s body, her soft rump beneath his hooves and her succulent lips pressed against his own. He could taste the powdered sugar that was dusted on her fur and he could smell that intoxicating aroma of cinnamon sprinkled in her mane...

He felt his member poke slightly from its sheath and quickly his fantasy world crumpled. Less than subtly he walked over to a table to hide his chub and masked the action by opening up his saddlebags to take out the Zap Apple Jam he was apparently delivering. He couldn’t get caught fantasizing about someone else's wife, especially in their own home. “Where’re y’all headed?” he asked, trying to get his mind off the deprived thoughts, his heart beating a thousand miles an hour at the thought of getting caught in his own lust. The excitement of being caught in the act certainly wasn’t helping him out any.

“Oh, we’re just bringing the foals up to see their Aunt Madeleine and Uncle Beignet from Prance. They’re over in Canterlot sightseeing and Carrot hasn’t gotten to see his brother and sister since we were married.” Cup Cake took the few pastries and piled them onto a plate, putting a sign next to them saying, “Yesterday’s Treats. Free!”

Big Mac nodded at the news, finally unpacking all eight zap apple jars he was carrying. At the bottom of the bag, he saw that same napkin that the unicorn had slipped in his bag. As Cup Cake took her apron into the kitchen, he pulled out the napkin and read the small note written sloppily in pen:

17 East Main. Stop by if you’re ever bored. ;)

-Vinyl Scratch

Putting the note hastily back into his bag as Cup Cake returned, heavy saddlebags on her haunches, he listened as she continued telling him of their plans for the week. “I think he wants to brag to his big brother that he’s finally a father,” she continued, lifting the gate that separated the storefront from behind the counter.

“Ah,” Big Mac replied, not really sure how to respond to the information, his mind still a flurry with dark thoughts and his willpower being consumed by trying not to show his little stallion. The new images of Carrot Cake and Cup Cake rutting on a bed replaced those of just Cup Cake, doing his erection absolutely no favors. “I hope you two enjoy the trip.”

“Thanks, Big Mac,” she said, walking towards the door. She pushed the front door open before turning to the nervous farmer. “You and Pinkie stay out of trouble, now. I don’t want to come back to a mess,” she finished with a wink.

“Eyup,” Big Mac nervously replied, thinking about what he and Pinkie might be about to do that night. He was afraid that somehow, Cup Cake knew their intentions. The dirty thoughts of suggesting she join them weren’t helping his semi-chub stay down. If Mrs. Cake would leave he could solve this issue himself or even meet up with Pinkie and release some tension.

Mrs. Cake finally closed the door behind her and Big Mac finally sighed in relief, finally letting his mind freely wander back into the fantasyland involving her behind and copious amounts of whipped cream. He would even let Carrot Cake join in, so long as he got to be on the bottom end.

“You’ve certainly managed to put on your lucky horseshoes, today, Macintosh,” Pinkie’s voice perked up behind him, accompanied by the crunch of what sounded like a potato chip.

Turning around, Big Mac saw Pinkie and her cotton candy mane standing just behind him, her face smirking as she finished eating whatever it was that had made the crunching sound. “How’d…?” he started, but before he could finish his thought, Pinkie interrupted him.

“Eyuck,” she uttered, her face scrunching up. “Definitely burnt that one. Glad it’s restorative powers are still good. I’ll have to note that.” She then bounced her way over to behind the counter, pulling out a notepad and a pencil before writing something down.

“Restorative powers?” Big Mac muttered, dumbfounded at how Pinkie had somehow appeared out of thin air right behind him. “Wait, how’d you get behind me like that?” he asked, his senses partially coming to him.

“It’s all part of tonight’s series of delicious experiments,” Pinkie said, spitting out the pencil she had been writing with. Excitedly she bounded into the kitchen, returning just a few seconds later holding a small tray of what looked to be five cookies, a space where one obviously had been during the baking process alongside the others. “These are fading fudge cookies, one of my new recipes for a series of treats I’m making. I’ve got the restorative chips in the kitchen too, but I think I burnt the last batch. They tasted awful...”

“So you’ve,” Big Mac started, pointing back to the spot where she had shown herself.

“Been watching you invisibly since the moment you walked in the door, trying to test out how long the effects lasted while simultaneously watching you try to hide the obvious boner you’ve got for Vinyl and Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie rambled quickfire at Big Mac, causing him to blush something fierce at the mention of his stimulated genitalia. “Yupper-doodle dandy! I even have a few ideas for later now. I might have to let Vinyl know that we’ve got a bit of a private party going on.”

Pinkie stood still for a minute in between her excited hops to lean in close to Big Mac, whispering, “I would even call it a ‘Privates Party’,” she said, giving a cute wink followed by a genuinely “Pinkie-sized” smile.

“So!” she practically shouted, bouncing her way back over to the counter “How’d you like my Fanatically Frosted hearts?” she asked enthusiastically. “Didja have some fun with em?”

“Heh,” Big Mac laughed. “You shoulda given me a heads up about what that thing’d do to me, Pinkie,” he started, walking slowly over to meet her at the counter. “It was a mighty fine treat, but the moment that thing hit my stomach I was hornier than a bull during mating season. I barely made it to the privacy of the family tub before I was covered head to hoof in my own jizz.”

“Ooh,” Pinkie exclaimed, picking up her pencil and jotting something down on her notebook. He couldn’t for the life of him read her sloppy handwriting, but he assumed she was taking notes on her creation’s effects. “I wasn’t planning on it to be so potent. I was thinking it’d be enough to frost a cupcake or two.”

“Believe me,” Big Macintosh replied, looking at his hooves to remember the amount that he had released. “It was enough for a birthday cake or two. Is everything that’s going to happen tonight gonna be like that?”

“Let’s hope,” Pinkie said with another wink. “You might even learn a thing or two about all that life’s pleasures have to offer.”

“And what does that mean, you party animal?” Big Mac questioned with a smile, raising an eyebrow. “What have you got planned for tonight.”

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, Mac and Cheese,” Pinkie stuck her tongue out playfully at the stallion. “Grab your zap apple Jam and meet me in the kitchen, and we can try out a few recipes to start out the night.”

“Sounds like a plan, Pinkie Cream Pie,” he shot back, walking back and packing the jars he had brought in back into his saddle bags.

“Oh don’t worry,” Pinkie said, grabbing the tray of fading fudge cookies. “There’ll be plenty of chances to have some Pinkie Cream Pies tonight.” As she turned around, she pretended to drop a cookie off the tray and bent over to pick it up.

As she did so, she flicked her tail to the side and gave Big Macintosh a full unconcealed view of her glistening vagina. As soon as he caught view of her cushy rump and tantalizing nether-lips, his half-chub sprouted into a full hard-on, blood pumping its way through his slightly larger than average cock.

He saw as she shook her hips provocatively, letting her tail swish between his view and her backside. The motion was almost hypnotizing, and he could swear that her labia looked to be wet already. He could even smell her from here, meaning she had already indulged in her experiments or was even more excited about the prospect of what was to come than she had let on.

Either way, her other lips beckoned the stallion more than her normal ones had, and Big Mac wasn’t the type to keep a lady waiting. As she disappeared into the kitchen, he congratulated himself on the expert score. This was a night he wasn’t about to forget. Giving a small whinny he stepped behind the counter himself and followed the horny mare into the kitchen, ready to start the night right.