“Ready to fill up my tin?” asked Mrs. Cake, wearing the outfit that somepony had dropped quietly outside Sugarcube Corner earlier this evening. Mr. and Mrs. Cake were spooning, in the hopes that they could put more buns in the oven tonight.

Mr. Cake answered by plunging in and rocking the spoon back and forth, filling up on batter. As he did so, he gazed over her shoulder at his wife’s form, covered with straps, and reflected on how good she smelled tonight.

She smelled like she did normally, in a way that reminded Mr. Cake of pungent honey and fermented aniseed, but tonight she also smelled fresh and young, almost scarily so, a little bit like the air after a lightning storm.

“Hnngh!” groaned Mr. Cake as he unloaded into his wife’s waiting tray.

Author's Note

Silphium is a flower which doubled as a contraceptive in ancient Greece and was gathered to extinction. Due to ponies’ better stewardship, the Equestrian equivalent is still around.

I wrote this fic as a challenge to myself, to see if I could write something with ponies and sexuality. I read ‘...But the Kitchen Sink’ and wondered if I could write my own mediocre shipfic with Rainbow Dash. It took me three years to write, and one year to work up the courage to post.

I apologize for the extended metaphor epilogue, but arguably, that's how FiM ponies reproduce; via overextended metaphors.