It was about an hour later, and Angel was busy cooking away in the kitchen. Despite being ‘Angel Cake’ now, she could still whip up the best Carrot Cake in town. Thinking about it, her cutie mark could probably just barely pass as a match for her namesake. Perhaps she should try her hoof at an Angel Cake today? Wouldn’t it be funny if it was just as tasty?

Moving to grab some more flour, she winced. The twins had drained her teats of most of the milk, but the sensation was still running through her mind. How did Cuppy deal with this all the time? The worst part was she still couldn’t decide if she disliked the sensation, or really wanted to try it again.

“Cupcakes are ready!” Pinkie practically screamed, slamming the trey down near them. As usual, the frosting jumped in the air from the impact, only to land perfectly back on the pastries as if nothing had ever happened. Angel swore the laws of physics just didn’t apply when dealing with Pinkie Pie.

“They look wonderful as always Pinkie.” Not surprisingly, Pinkie had made a few extras for them to try. A fact she was quick to take advantage of, plopping one into her mouth.

“Oh!” She cried as the flavor washed over her tongue. These were great! The best batch yet! “Mmmmm.” As she savored the treat she was made vaguely aware of Pinkie giggling.

“You do realize you’re purring in appreciation right?” She said with a huge Grin. Angel blinked at that. Was she really?

“I-it’s just you made them so good this time…”

“Actually I didn’t do anything different than I normally do. I think somepony just has a sweet tooth!”

“B-but, it’s so tasty…” Had she really done nothing different? Then why did it taste so much better this time? Could getting a mare body really affect the way she tasted things? Well many other things about her body were different, so it wasn’t all that strange to consider right?

“Dear? Did you decorate the dining area with table cloths?” Cupcake asked, walking in from the storefront. Her expression showed mild confusion. Angel quickly mirrored her look.

“Table cloths? What do you mean?”

“Oh that was me!” Pinkie said waving frantically.

“Oh! Well uh, not that I don’t appreciate it Pinkie dear, but why such long ones?”

“Well, I thought to myself: “Hey Pinkie, what would make the dining area look super fun?” and duh the answer was colorful table cloths! But I miiiiiight have forgotten to measure them first. That’s totally what happened, anditwon’ttieintotheplotlater.”

Cup was naturally skeptical, especially since she couldn’t make out that last part. “I see. They are a bit long though. Somepony wasn’t planning on hiding beneath the tables to doll out surprise cupcakes or something were they?”

“What no? Of course not! I Pinkie Pie would never think of doing such super fantastically fun things like that!” She stood tall, doing her best to look imposing. Course with it being Pinkie Pie, it all looked a bit silly and rather adorable.

“Oh yes of course not.” Cup said with a roll of her eyes. In truth it was great having Pinkie back with her usual energetic nature brightening up the kitchen. Watching the pink blur work, also revealed a worry she had been trying to ignore since the mare came home. Despite both her and Angel becoming the same age as Pinkie, she found her feelings and respect for her had not changed much. There was still no way she’d hurt her by trying to get her to join in any ‘sexual’ activities. Though, much as she hated to admit it, the thought of them being such young and pretty mares made it just a bit more tantalizing...

As Pinkie bobbed her rear up and down while working on her next batch of pastries, Cup had to bite her lip. Yep, definitely tempting. If Pinkie expressed interest herself, Cup wasn’t sure she could say no. The idea of them all being such lovely mares kept playing through her mind. Regardless, if her and Angel were to invite a third, she still preferred a stallion to break her sexy little wife in.

Assuming Angel ever became comfortable with the idea of course. She always found her husband attractive, but couldn’t help but watch just how sexy and adorable Carrot was as this mare. Sexyorable, as Pinkie might put it. It’d be a shame if they didn’t end up exploring this, but she just couldn’t bring herself to push her. Maybe she could set up a test somehow?

“Anyway Ms. Cake we have to finish up these backup batches so we don’t leave you in a pickle when Angel Cake and I go out dressed as cute waitresses!”

“Oh right.” Angel said, focused on her work. It was a few seconds later that what Pinkie said finally sank in. “Wait what? Dress up as cute waitresses!?”

“Eeee! I thought you’d never ask!” Pinkie exclaimed while bouncing in place. In a flash she zipped up the stairs and came back down wearing four white socks, along with a blue puffy dress that included a white apron over it, complete with PInkie’s cutie mark embroidered upon it. Finally a blue hat very similar to Angel Cake’s own adorned her head. In her hooves she held a hanger which had a similar outfit draped upon it, except both the dress itself and the socks were pink.

“I’ve had these stashed away for ‘There’s a cute mare my age in the kitchen that would look great in it’ emergencies!” Pinkie cried as she practically vibrated with excitement. Angel felt herself sigh. Of course Pinkie had such a thing for a random reason like that. Wait a minute, SHE was that cute mare Pinkie was talking about!

“N-Now Pinkie I’m not sure that’s such a good idea…” She said slowly while backing up. She really didn’t know what she thought she’d accomplish. There was no escape. Especially after Pinkie’s ears drooped the moment Angel had said that.

“Y-you don’t want to?” Pinkie’s mane joined her ears in lifelessness. “I-I just thought we could have fun spending time together… that’s all…I mean you just look so cute, a-and I thought it’d be fun to dress up a-and.”

The party mare practically hiccupped with sorrow. The expression on poor Pinkie’s face was so sad that Angel felt it squeeze her heart. Damn it, she could never say no when Pinkie got like this! Biting her quivering lip, she steeled herself for what she only hoped she didn’t regret later.

“A-Alright fine I’ll do it!”

Pinkie’s mane immediately sprang back to life as her mood did a one-eighty. “You will? EEEEE Thank you Angel Cake! This will be the best thing EVER!” She screeched, prancing in place. Angel’s eyes narrowed. Was she just tricked?

“Come on! We’ll get changed right now!” Pinkie yelled, dragging her up the stairs.

“W-wait!” Angel cried, looking at Cup for rescue, “I still have to finish prepping the pastries!”

“Oh I can take it from here dearie.” Cup said with a twinkle in her eye. “You go enjoy prettying yourself.”

“Traitor!” It was the last thing Angel was able to cry before being dragged completely up the stairwell.

* * *

“Alright, first things first! Put on these socks!” Pinkie said, handing over the outfit. With a heavy sigh, Angel simply accepted it. Cup Cake clearly wasn’t going to help prevent this, and Pinkie’s insistence on this wouldn’t die out anytime soon. Her only real choice was to get this over with.

“Are you sure I can’t just do this tomorrow or something?” Or wait long enough that I’m not a mare anymore?

“Never put off tomorrow what you can do right now!” Pinkie chirped back with a bounce, eagerly awaiting for her to get dressed. “Don’t worry, you’ll look great! Especially with that makeup already put on! I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

“I don’t, Cup Cake helped me.” Angel said before taking a sock end in her mouth and sliding it up one of her legs. Why did this make her feel so naughty all of a sudden? Holding her hoof up, she turned it this way and that, admiring the pink cloth. It was because this was going to give a sexy look to her wasn’t it? She didn’t know what it was about long socks on a mare, but damn it made their looks pop in the best way possible. Would a stallion find her just as sexy as she found Cup or Pinkie when in these?

With a shiver Angel shook the thoughts from her head. She didn’t need to be thinking about how sexy she found Pinkie’s outfits, and really didn’t need to be thinking about how stallions would find her like this.

“Come on! Come on! Hurry! Hurry!” Pinkie sang as she danced around her. Steeling herself, Angel simply got to work on getting dressed, trying not to focus on just what she was doing too much. Still the feel of this fabric on her felt… wonderful in a way. She wasn’t a tailor or dressmaker like Rarity was, so she didn’t know if it was possible to make clothing ‘softer’ in a sense, but these felt just like that. More elegant in a way. As if they burst with joy to bring out as much feminine charm in their wearer as they could.

She almost thought herself thinking silly thoughts, till the outfit was complete and she got a look at her reflection.

“T-That’s me?” She blurted out before she could stop herself. The petite little yellow mare in the mirror, dressed in her cute little waitress outfit was out of this world! As Carrot she wasn’t blind. She knew that Pinkie and many of her friends were rather stunning mares. Any one of them could pass as a model, heck Fluttershy had even become one at one point! Never in a million years would Angel have thought she could join such elite ranks, and yet as she was now...

“EEEEEEE!” Pinkie squealed again, clapping her hooves together. “You look great! Better than expected! We’re going to catch so much attention out there!”

“Y-Yeah I guess so…” Angel’s voice was low, barely a whisper. Wasn’t she hesitant about this mere minutes ago? Why did it seem like less of an issue now that it was done? Okay so maybe part of her really wanted to show this off to Cup Cake. Hay, if she found her cute before, then this! Course this would mean she’d have to walk out into the dining room where ponies could see her, but she supposed that was a small price to pay. Perhaps she could get away with hiding in the kitchen most of the time and let Pinkie do most of the waitressing?

“So do you like the outfit? Huh? Do you? Do you? Do you?!”

“Y-Yes Pinkie I think it looks great on me.” Perhaps a bit too much. “A-anyway we should get back to work right?”

“Huh? Oh right! Work! Yep! We’ve got LOTS of work to do! Can’t keep them waiting! Oh the boys are gonna love seeing you! You’ll have to shoo them away with a broom!”

Those words caused a strange warmth to flow through her body. She couldn’t have really right? Was she really as pretty as Pinkie and her friends? S-surely she wasn’t as pretty as somepony like Fluttershy or Rarity was!

...right?

“Anyway let’s go!” Pinkie yelled as she pushed her snout into Angel’s flank, trying to push her forward. With a surprised (and rather cute) yelp, she did her best to move her front hooves enough to not get toppled over. What was Pinkie doing? This was inappropriate right? At least Pinkie would have never done this to her as a stallion!

‘But you’re not a stallion’ Her mind reminded her. Right now she was a mare the same age as Pinkie herself and thus she was being treated no differently than how Pinkie treated any of her other mare friends. She had to admit it was actually rather nice somehow.

“We have to get to the train station before the next train comes! Stallions looking to find love have been traveling to and from the Crystal Empire all this season, and if we want to convince some of them to stop here in Ponyville and try out Sugar Cube Corner, we have to be there to catch their eye!”

“Wait we’re going to WHAT!?” Angel screamed as she found herself being pushed out the front door and down it’s paths…

* * *

“Hey! Hey! Come and listen! We’ve got some things to say! Sugar Cube Corner has quite the spread today! If you’re eager for something so tasty and sweet! Then come on down and get yourself a treat!”

In true Pinkie fashion, the mare was bouncing, hopping, skipping, and popping around, all the while singing a song that Angel wondered where Pinkie had come up with on the spot. She had to have written this all down before hoof right?

As for what they were doing here, being that it was Pinkie and how they both were dressed, they were getting no shortage of stares. Some stared in awe at how energetic Pinkie was. Some seemed to admire their outfits, an observation that made her secretly happy Pinkie had made her wear this. Then there were some rather… lustful ones from the stallions.

It was those looks that bothered her the most. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about catching the eye of any stallions, and here she was catching many more than she had ever hoped. Thankfully she hadn’t been made to try and keep up with Pinkie’s insane choreography. Something she wasn’t sure she was capable of and something she didn’t want to do given just how much more attention she’d likely be given. Instead she was given ‘sign duty’ which consisted entirely of standing there holding the sign for Sugar cube corner and to ‘look pretty’ as Pinkie put it.

Instead she was really beginning to wish she could just disappear..

‘Okay I suppose it’s not all bad right? At least my job is easy!’ She thought to herself, trying her hardest to keep a smile and not simply bolt back to her room back home and locking the door shut. She really did have a bit of Fluttershy in her didn’t she?

“So come on and come down! Spend some time in our little town! Come and join the party with the cutest mares around!” With that last bit, Pinkie threw a hoof over a very surprised Angel Cake.

“Ah! W-What are you doing?” She hissed at the party mare, who just shrugged and smiled.

“Just telling the truth.” She replied before leaping back into song, bouncing away.

‘That’s the problem!’ Angel thought furiously while still trying to remain still and smiling. While it was true that most of the ponies attention was on the pink blur dancing around, Angel knew more than one appraising look must have been thrown her way. She was trying to ignore it, but the more she gazed around the crowd, the more… longing looks she noticed on Stallions. Many turning away the moment she caught their eyes.

Wait were… were they embarrassed that they found her so attractive? Looking around she was met with a few more doing the same. It was certainly looking that way. Huh. That was actually kinda funny. Nice even.

Feeling curious, and unable to help herself, she turned her body ever so slightly giving a flick of her tail and shake of her mane. Upon glancing back out several more stallions seemed to find ‘other’ directions to look, a healthy blush upon their cheeks.

She giggled. It was ever so cute of them. She could just remember giving the same look to all the beautiful mares when she was still their age, and still male. Geez this was weird. Most stallions didn’t get to see things from this side of the fence.

She wondered. Was there some stallion out there even now trying to muster up the courage to talk to her? That’s how it had been when he had first seen Cup Cake back then. Corny as it was, he swore time had stood still when he spotted her in that crowd. As if the light from the heavens themselves chose that moment to shine down upon her. Would she… would she be able to have that effect on somepony herself?

Much as she didn’t want to admit it, the idea was... intoxicating in a way. Carrot Cake had not been the most handsome of ponies, deep down she knew that. Beauty of course was only fur deep, but still. There were plenty of stallions with better looks than him. It’s just how it was. Though despite that Cup Cake had chosen to go out with him. Finding attraction to him. Once when he had talked to her about this, she had informed him that she had felt the same way. That there were mares much prettier than her. Yet to Carrot. She was the most stunning one there. Still the point was that they both knew they weren’t going to be famous models or win any beauty contests.

For ‘Angel Cake’ however. It was so much different. She already knew she was pretty, but the more looks she got, the more she was having to accept just how pretty she might be. Made all the more apparent by the looks of envy she noticed other mares were giving her! To think! Ponies were envious of her! They wanted to look like her! Stallions wanted to go out with HER!

It felt… wonderful, and that scared her.

“It’s working! It’s working!” Pinkie exclaimed, rushing up to her. It took a moment for Angel to process what she meant when she saw quite the crowd exiting the train. Unlike in the big cities, here in Ponyville you might have a good ten or so minutes of the train sitting in the station as the conductor and other staff looked over various things. Seems Pinkie’s song in this time had the intended effect as folks usually didn’t take the time to stop here, given the next train would be a few hours away at best.

“I’m going to go greet all the ponies coming off at the front of the train! You stay here and direct any you can to Sugar Cube Corner on THIS end!”

“W-wait!” Angel cried for what she felt was the fifth time that day. “I can’t-” But of course it was too late, Pinkie was long gone, leaving her on her own. Sadly she didn’t have long to ponder her next course of action.

“Excuse me?” A rather cute brown coated stallion with a pure black mane asked as he trotted up to her.

“Oh uh y-yes?” She felt herself stammer as she gazed up at his muzzle. Hmm, well he was handsome, but a bit too old for her liking. If only he was a few years young- wait was she thinking!?

“Could you tell me how to get to this Sugar Cube Corner? It sounds like the perfect place to take a break from this long train ride.” He smiled at her, his eyes desperately trying to keep on her own muzzle and not travel down her body. The realization of that sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.

“O-Oh yes! It’s right down this path to the left. There are signs that should lead you right to it!”

“Thank you kindly.” He replied with a bow before trotting away. As she watched him go, she couldn’t help but notice him stealing a glance back toward her, quickly looking back away as if he had been caught stealing a cookie from a cookie jar. The whole thing made her giggle.

‘Oh geez I was just like that when single wasn’t I?’

“Um, excuse me miss?” A little white filly pegasus with a red mane asked looking up at her. Angel smiled as she looked down at her. She was so cute. Reminded her of Pumpkin cake back home. Maybe even a little of Pound. Would her own foals look as cute as this little filly did right now? Standing close by was a mare with very similar colors. Angel could only assume it was the little filly’s mother.

“Yes sweetie? How can I help you? She replied in the best ‘motherly’ voice she could muster. The tone was as soft and sweet as Fluttershy’s was. She could only imagine what such a voice did when matched with this body.

The moment Angel spoke, the filly's eyes grew wide with wonder. “Wow! You sound and look really pretty!”

“O-Oh? Am I?” Was all Angel could muster as she felt her face become hot. Okay maybe she could imagine it now. The mother of said filly burst into little giggles.

“Cherry Wing, don’t forget to ask her your question!”

“Huh? O-Oh right!” Cherry squealed as if she suddenly realized it was a snow day. “Mama promised me ice cream and said I should ask you where this sugar corner place is so we can get some!” As she spoke she bounced up and down in anticipation. The entire display was simply adorable.

‘Would it be like this for Pumpkin Cake and I if she was old enough?’

“Oh yes!” Try as she might, she could still feel the burn of her blush shining through. “Just go down that path there alright? Take a left at the pretty bush of roses and have your mommy help you find all the signs that’ll take you to my shop okay?”

“Okaies! Thank you!” Cherry Wing replied, dashing off ahead, only to stop about five feet from them. “Come on mommy! Ice Cream! Ice Cream!” At this the mother laughed.

“Alright! Alright!” She replied trying to catch up with her daughter, but not before quickly giving her thanks to Angel as well before they left.

Said mare found herself watching those two for longer than she intended. A mother and her daughter out and about, having a day together. She supposed when Pumpkin grew up, this would be her and Cup Cake.

There was something alluring about it. Just a mother and her daughter. Did his own mother ever wish he had an actual sister? If Angel Cake had really existed, would they have gone on such outings themselves?

Carrot had been close with both his parents, but had mostly hung around and done things with this dad growing up. She supposed when she was Carrot again, the same would happen with him and Pound. Though did this mean he wouldn’t spend as much time with Pumpkin? Was it the same with his mom? Did she ever feel left out? What would she say if she saw him like this? A cute daughter to spend the day with?

Angel tried to turn her attention back to the task at hoof. Perhaps… perhaps she’d see about becoming this cute mare again and give her mom a visit. That’d be nice. Cup Cake always said her spa days were nice...

“Excuse me miss?” A masculine voice said to her right. Startled, she realized her little thought process had left her staring into space for several minutes, making her miss whoever was talking to her.

“Oh sorry! Ye-OW!” In her hurry to turn and face him, she hadn’t noticed how close they were and rammed her head right into his snout.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry are you okay!?” The stallion frantically cried bouncing between going to help her and trying not to bump her again. She bumped him and he was apologizing?

“Y-Yes I’m fine, it was my fault too! Um…” Finally getting a good look at him, she instantly recognized him as that unicorn stallion of black and blue that had helped her from falling over from a faint the other day. Evening Storm if she remembered correctly. While he was a fairly new addition to the town, his… knack for misfired magic was quickly making him infamous. Pinkie certainly seemed to enjoy the surprises he brought.

However, that’s not what she was focused on right now. Instead she was trying to process what her body was feeling. The stallion before her acted closer to a colt with how timid and scared he looked. He clearly found her pretty as well, and that made him nervous. It was very much like how she felt around mares when she was his age.

“Oh no I startled you and um… that is…” He gulped, trying to get his words under control. She felt a smile start to come to her lips. He shouldn’t be so timid, he was actually rather cute.

‘Then again,’ she thought looking him over, ‘the timidness might actually be adding to that cuteness.’

“P-Pastries!” He cried suddenly, wincing at how loud his voice had gotten. “I-I mean Ms Cake gave me pastries, uh to give you and Pinkie… if you want…”

“Huh? Cup Cake did?” Angel repeated dumbly, somehow not using a pet name or referring to Cup Cake as her wife. That would have led to some awkward questions.

“Um y-yeah, sorry I was uh wondering if you were alright and um asked while at the store and Ms Cake told me to bring these to you as a snack…” Ahhhhh.

“Oh. Oh! Thank you Evening!” As peckish as she was the pastries should really be the first thing on her mind but instead she couldn’t help but focus on just how flustered this stallion was before her. The way he was trying to be so brave by talking to her when he clearly didn’t know how to even address her. It was just all so… adorable.

‘How ironic’ she thought.. He really did look a lot like how Carrot had when he first tried to talk to Cup Cake. According to Cuppy, he’d been an adorkable mess during that first meeting. Was this how Cup had seen him all those years ago? No wonder she agreed to him asking her out. How could any mare resist someone trying so hard?

‘Wait!’ A horrible sensation began to form in the pit of her stomach. ‘Evening wasn’t about to ask her out himself was he!?’

“O-Oh you’re um welcome Angel Cake. Um…” He looked nervously about. “Where should I put them?”

A sigh of relief. No. No he wasn’t here to do that. While it was clear he found her attractive. He was only here to be a good neighbor and deliver these treats, nothing more. If anything he was probably glad this was a normal conversation.

For some reason that gave her a rather devilish idea.

“Oh I’m so sorry Evee!” She said in the most cheerful voice she could muster while giving him her best smile. She was pleased to see that coupled with the nickname caused the blush to spread. “I just spaced out a bit there. Um let’s see…” A nearby table for two seemed perfect.

“Let’s go over here!” She called, walking past him, giving his snout a small flick with her tail ‘on accident’. She also made sure to sway her hips just right, a trait she was glad Cup included in her dose of the potion. Glancing over her shoulder she gave him just the slightest hint of bedroom eyes.

The effect was immediate, as the poor guy’s horn sparked, causing him to almost drop the box he had been holding in his magical aura, only just managing to keep it from falling. Oh wow! Carrot may not be a unicorn himself, but he knew that phenomenon. A few of his unicorn friends had mentioned that arousal could sometimes cause a magical misfire in their horns. Something a lot of their marefriends would try to incite on purpose for fun. Not that any of them seemed to mind. Somehow the fact that she had just caused that to happen with him filled her with a strange sense of pride.

“Oh dear Evee, are you alright?” Her face filled with mock concern. She only hoped she seemed genuine enough. Luckily Evening seemed too flustered to pay her ‘acting’ much attention.

“Y-Yeah I’m fine!” He cried gritting his teeth awkwardly as he hurried to the table to plop the box down upon it. The way he was hunched a bit made for a rather awkward walk. Why would he move like that? The only time she as Carrot Cake had done that was…

Her eyes widened at the realization as she stole a quick glance toward the underside of his back end. An area he was doing all he could to block from view.

His shaft was poking out! She was literally making him hard! Oh this was just too funny and cute!

“Well if you say so.” She replied, walking as nonchalantly as she could to the table and taking a seat. “Thank you so much for this, oh and thank you for helping me yesterday as well. Sorry I didn’t say it earlier. Bit of a rough morning.”

“Oh uh n-not at all!” He said taking the seat across from her before he realized it.

‘What am I doing?!’ He thought frantically while trying to calm his rapidly growing ‘little Evee.’ ‘You were only supposed to drop the pastries off and say your goodbyes! Cute or not, you don’t know if she’s married or something!’

“No no, a cute stallion like you deserves a lady’s thanks.” She said with a wink, eating up the sexual discomfort she was causing him. She couldn’t believe this rush! Was this how it was for all pretty mares? Why with some effort she could get a guy to do anything she wanted!

That thought caused a mental frown. Should she really be indulging in her looks this much? As a stallion he had known many pretty, but ultimately shallow mares. She did not want to join those ranks.

“Uh, n-no problem I guess.” ‘Does she really find me cute? Or is she just the type to play around? It’s not like I know much about her!’

“I-I’m sorry. I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.” Angel said, trying to dial it back a bit. What was she doing? Was she really flirting with this guy? It wasn’t nice to lead the poor guy on! She was a married mare, er stallion for Celestia’s sake!

Or was she? Cup Cake literally told her to own being a single mare not three hours ago. Also… She looked into those shining eyes of his. It really was fun seeing him squirm like this...

“Oh n-not at all!” He said a bit too quickly. Oh yeah he wanted her alright. It was no use. She was kinda into this. What was happening to her? This was a stallion! A stallion into her!

“T-Thank you dear. It’s just… it can be a bit scary being in a new town and all. I’m glad I’ve so far only met nice colts like you.” Just yesterday she had been terrified of this exact situation! So why wasn’t she freaking out now?

“Oh don’t be scared of here. Ponyville is one of the nicest places I’ve ever seen!” He smiled at her, an actual smile! He looked nice when he smiled. He was a good stallion. A kind stallion. Maybe that was it. It wasn’t so bad when you knew the other was too timid to try anything.

“Oh I believe it.” She opened the box to check its contents, finding various tarts and cupcakes. Her mouth watered just looking at them. Picking up a cherry tart, she gingerly took a small bite, shivering at the sensation it gave her taste buds. Seriously were these really the same tarts? She always thought they were tasty, but these!

“So you’re here for a week?” Evening asked. She nodded back.

“Yeah, just in town for a bit. Might have to leave sooner. Got um responsibilities back home.” No sense in making him think there could be something here. Angel Cake wasn’t sticking around.

“Ah I see.” Damn it Evening, how do you ask if she’s single? You can’t just outright ask if she’s got a husband or kids waiting for her back home now can you?

“Gotta get back to the husband and kids?” Gah! What did you just think to yourself?

Angel giggled. He really was just like how she had been as Carrot Cake! “Oh no, I haven’t found my special somepony yet. Maybe someday.” She wolfed down another tart. Maybe she was being too cautious. A handsome gent like him. Surely he had a mare already. “How about you? Out to meet your marefriend?”

“N-No, I’m not that lucky.” He replied, rubbing the back of his head with a hoof. “Most mares are scared off by my wild magic bursts.” He almost physically slapped said hoof over his mouth. Why would he say that!?

‘Oh right his magical misfires…’ He had tried to hide it, but a pony as old as he, or rather she was in reality had experienced enough to catch the small flash of pain that had washed over his muzzle. Poor guy. She knew very much what it felt like to be an odd one out. Well, maybe she could give him a small boost of confidence. That should be fine right?

“Oh they’re not that bad!” She laughed with a wave of her hoof. Pinkie did say they made life more interesting. Maybe that’d help. “Pinkie certainly enjoys them.”

“She does?” Evening said with genuine surprise. “Wait when did you see me cast magic?”

Horseapples! How could she forget that in his eyes she’d only been here for two days!? What should she do? Thinking quickly she stared down at the half-eaten box of pastries. Whoa! Had she really eaten that many!? She was going to get fat at this rate!

Wait could she get fat? Her body was also modeled after Pinkie’s after all and she never-

‘Gah! Not the time Angel Cake! Distraction! Well, looking at the pastries again. When in a jiffy, give them a stiffy.’

“I- Oh dear! Where are my manners? I’m so sorry. I’ve been eating all these deserts and I haven’t offered you even one when you came all the way to give them to me!” Reaching down she picked up one of the remaining cupcakes, holding it up for him to see.

“You simply must try one of these cupcakes! They’re just sooo delicious!” With that she took a small bite, giving a loud coo of appreciation as she gulped it down, leaving a little bit of frosting on her muzzle for added allure.

“Here, now you take a bite!” She said leaning forward with a rather hungry smile on her face. She swore she felt the table bump from a sudden impact as Evening’s face flushed with momentary pain and discomfort.

“O-Oh no thank you, I uh… whoa! I uh, never told Pinkie about the pastries! Oh I better go find her now! Um, s-see you a bit later!” He cried, quickly trying to dash out from the table and away. She couldn’t help but notice him rushing to the nearby bathroom.

“Oh wow I really did give him a stiffy…” Again, she felt a weird sense of pride in that. He obviously found her attractive and was rather nice. Thoughtful even to have checked up on her. She giggled again despite herself. What an interesting stallion he was.

She then sighed. Too bad he was interested in her. It was going to suck for him when she goes back to being her true self as Carrot Cake. Heh, it’s almost tempting to go on one date with him just so he’d have a pleasant memory. Still hopefully he’d find a mare out there he could date long term.

With a shrug, she finished off the cupcake. All in all this day wasn’t so bad. It was funny how much she fought against coming out here dressed like this. So far it was actually pretty nice.

“Well hello there!” A new masculine voice said from her side. Unlike Evening’s, this one sent chills up her spine. Something about the way it was directed at her made her uneasy.

“Um hello…” She said, turning to face this new pony. Before her stood a rather large brown stallion. Most of his coat was a sandy brown with the exception of a patch of white that enveloped most of his left hoof, along with a patch on his nose that looked remarkably like an arrow pointed forward. Curiously, she noticed his cutie mark was that of a broken arrow itself.

The new stallion carried himself with an aura of self-importance, one he seemed to ‘flaunt’ by shaking his mane, which was just a slightly darker color brown from his coat. Making it hard to tell just what, if any, significance this action made.

“Couldn’t help but notice how a pretty little thing like you was all alone here, and I thought that’s not right!” He held his head high as if this was some amazing revelation. “So I thought I’d come over and keep you company I would!”

“O-Oh uh, that’s mighty nice of you, but I’m uh actually waiting for someone…”

“Of course you are! Of course you are!” He said, taking the seat previously occupied by Evening. “Me of course! Well here I am luv! I’m Arrow! What’s your name?”

“M-My name? Angel Cake.” She cursed herself for saying that the moment the words left her lips. She did NOT want this stallion knowing who she was. Everything about him gave her the heebie-jeebies.

“Angel Bake! Lovely name that is!”

“Um actually it’s-”

“So I bet you’re wondering what I do for a living right? I’m a tool tester I am! Have a knack for breaking them you see!” He waved at his cutie mark. “Whenever they need somepony to make sure their tools can handle stress, they call old Arrow they do!”

“Oh how… nice” She needed to get out of here. She needed to get out of here NOW. This was exactly why she didn’t want to come out dressed like this! This… creature saw her only as a slice of cake, ripe for the taking! The very notion of what he was probably imagining her doing made the very treats she had just swallowed want to come back up.

“You bet it’s nice! Gives me a good paycheck it does. Got enough bits to treat a mare right you know. So want to have a night on the town? You look like you could use an adventure, and let me tell you, having me around will be one you’ll never forget!”

Oh yeah she bet.

“O-Oh well I uh, t-that is…” This guy was so full of hot air it was a wonder he didn’t float away. Still with him so focused on her, how was she going to escape?

“There ya are ya naughty mare!” Another new voice cried, though this one clearly of the feminine variety. Coming in quickly from the road that leads into town, came a small, yet very pregnant red mare with white freckles and an orange mane tied up in cute little pigtails.

“I told ya I need yer help with foal supplies! These two ain’t gonna stay in the coop forever! Now come here and help me shop!” With that she grabbed Angel by the top frill of her dress and began to drag her away. She didn’t know who this mare was, but she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

“O-Oh yes I’m so sorry! I was just uh stopping for a snack!”

“Well snack times over, now come with me!” They had only just gotten a few hoofsteps from the table when Arrow seemed to find his voice.

“H-Hey! Say now where are you taking my-” But the new red mare wasn’t having it.

“She’s coming with me NOW. Got it buster? Why don’t you enjoy those pastries and maybe she’ll see you later, but unless you know all the right types of diapers I need ta buy, I suggest ya shut that yap!”

“I-I uh, pastries you say? I am a bit hungry…” With that he picked one up and began to chow down, as Angel was led away by her large red savior.

‘Thank Celestia!’ She thought to herself. Any longer and she might have ended up on a date with that! Ick!

Her new friend dragged her this way and that till she seemed certain Arrow wouldn’t know where they’d gone. The moment they felt safe, the mare stopped and took a huge breath.

“Woo eee! That took a lot out of me.” She grunted, laying down on a nearby patch of soft grass. “You never realize just how hard it is to move around till you’re big as a barn. Heh if Mel saw me, he’d likely talk my ear off! Hay, Granny would yell it off!”

It was strange. Angel was certain she’d never met this mare before, but something about the way she spoke reminded her so much of Applejack. Was she of the apple clan? It’d make sense there were a ton of them and that accent, but if so then why was she here? There wasn’t a reunion scheduled for theirs for a while now. Well whatever the reason, Angel was just happy to be away from him.

“I-I have to thank you. That stallion was…” She shivered.

“He was a durn fool and full of more manure than my entire farm I bet.” She snorted. “Don’t ya pay guys like that any mind.”

“R-right. Um I’m Angel Cake. Thanks for the save miss...”

“Come now, is that anyway to speak to an old family friend?” The red mare said with a sparkle in her eyes. “Why you’ve known me since I was a little colt. Haven’t you Carrot Cake?”

“I-I haven’t, colt? But you’re eep!” She had said his name! His real name! “I mean I’m uh, I’m his sister…”

“Now now, it don’t do anypony any good to lie when ya don’t have to.” The mare said waving her hoof. “I’m as sure as an apple’s red that you’re Mr. Cake, or Carrot as AJ and I call ya. Like I said we’re old friends.”

“H-How did you know!? I-I’m sorry but I don’t know you at all!”

The red mare grinned. “I know because you have the same colors and cutie mark as him and that I saw how yer Wife looks now. With all the strange magicy things in this town? I may not be the best at those fancy mathematics, but even I can put two and two together.”

“I… I thought I was so careful…” Angel said, plopping down on her rear. Was it really so obvious it was him? What had she done wrong?

“Now don’t go getting your mane in a twist. I only recognized ya because I’m in a similar boat to yours, though admittedly I have a couple of more passengers.” She blushed gazing down at her swollen tummy.

Come to think of it, this only made it all the more confusing a member of the apple clan would come to visit when they were this pregnant. Given the size of her belly, and how Cup Cake looked when she was carrying, Angel had a pretty good idea there was a set of twins in there. Why would any mare travel to here in that condition? Peace and quiet maybe?

“I-I don’t understand.”

The mare laughed. “Sorry sorry, guess I should stop beating around the bush. You know how I mentioned how your colors were the same, and your cutie mark? Well ta da!” She wiggles her rear, showing off the large sliced in half green apple on her flank. A very familiar-looking cutie mark. Where had Angel-

The world practically stopped as the answer came to her. No way! No Celestia way was that true!

“B-BIG MAC!?” Angel Cried in disbelief. Once more the red mare before her just smiled.

“Yep! Though it’s Red Gala now! Welcome to marehood Carrot Cake!”

Author's Note

Merry Christmas!

So the outfit Pinkie is wearing is the same waitress outfit her Equestria Girl's counter part wears to her job. Angel Cake just has a pink version of it.

If anyone wants to draw a picture of Angel Cake in said outfit as a Christmas gift to me, I'll love and respect you forever.

Anyway I promise you the next chapter will NOT take forever to come out. At the very least it'll be out for this years Valentine's day.

EDIT: Oh yes. Red Gala has appeared! We'll hear more from her next chapter, but for those who might be confused as to why she's a pregnant mare, the answer is in my story "A Novel Match" but Gala will give you all the gist of things next time!

And since I know someone might mention it. Look. I get it if you don't like me basically making up a pony for Angel Cake to 'flirt' with rather then using one identifiable in the show, but this is what I want to write. You can basically think of Evening as similar to Startracker, though with more magical mishaps.

Also if anyone wonders why I didn't just use Startracker. He has his own story to be told in this universe.

Please if you see any mistakes, let me know.