Two Tickets

"It's not that I don't want to..." Cup Cake tried to explain her feelings in marriage councilor's office. Her husband, Carrot Cake sat beside her, listening attentively. Across from them, sitting at her desk, their therapist waited for her to continue.

"But...?"

Cup Cake sighed. There wasn't any other way to explain it. "But I just don't want to," Cup said. "The stress of running the bakery, and raising the foals... it's just been so taxing! By the time I get to bed at night I'm exhausted! We barely had time for each other to be intimate before Pound and Pumpkin came along, but now!? Forget it."

"I understand, Mrs. Cake. Who has time? Who. Has. Time? But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time?"

"We do try to take time," Carrot said. "We try to make time. Some evenings I'll close the shop early and send the foals out to go see a movie. But then when we get to the bedroom... all she wants to do is sleep."

"I'm tired!"

"I'm tired too," he said.

"I know!" she said with an edge to her voice.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Carrot, I need more than for you to just lay there and make me do all the work."

"But I thought you liked being on top."

"Only because when I'm not, you just climb on top and hump away! Maybe that's all you need, but I need more than that. You used to spend hours on foreplay with me."

"When was the last time we had hours to do anything for ourselves!? We're at this appointment on our lunch break."

"Mrs. Cake," the doctor interjected, "Do you not get satisfaction through intercourse alone? I mean, I get that you would like to have more time for more than just intercourse to feel emotionally satisfied. To be more direct, I'm asking if you are able to at least achieve orgasm during intercourse."

"No," Cup admitted.

"Liar," Carrot objected. Cup Cake balked. "You've cum during sex. You've told me so. So you're lying. Either now, or before."

"Mrs. Cake?"

"I used to. Before. But it has... been a long time."

"But, just a couple weeks ago, you said-"

"I know what I said, Carrot. I said it for your benefit. Because if you knew you weren't satisfying me you'd be depressed and useless out of bed too."

"Mrs. Cake? Remember what we talked about." she chided.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry." Cup Cake rubbed her temples with her hooves. "That was coming from a place of anger. I love you Carrot. And I know that it's not your fault that things have been... stressful for us lately. It was unfair and mean of me to call you useless."

"I understand that you didn't mean it," Carrot replied the practiced words of their conflict resolution sessions. It didn't do much to take the sting out of her angry words.

"I think I can help," the doctor said. "I can understand how the deterioration in the quality of your sex life has led to your lack of desire, Mrs. Cake. And so now you don't want it at all. You don't want to waste the time or energy. You don't want to face the disappointment. And I can sense that you may even resent your husband for being able to get satisfaction where you, yourself, can not." Cup Cake's frown deepened. "But as I said, I think I can help. You may not want to have sex. But, do you want to want to? I'm sure that you husband wants you to, Mrs. Cake. Do you? Do you want that desire back?"

"... Yes."

The doctor filled out a slip from her prescription pad and gave it to Cup Cake.

"What is this?"

"It's a prescription for Zesper. This should help with your libido."

"I'm not concerned about my libido, doctor. What I want is for my husband to spend more time on my needs than his own."

"Sweetie, you know I would if we had more time!" he said. Their counselor raised her hoof to defuse the argument before it started.

"Unfortunately if you want more hours in the day, you will have to ask Princess Celestia. But I can help you make the most of the time you do have. Zesper is 'heat in a can' without all the nasty side effects like the itching discomfort. It should give you increased libido, heightened arousal, and there are very high success rates of increased orgasms during intercourse reported. As I said, it will help you make the most of what time you have once it gets up to therapeutic levels. Two tablets. Just take one every morning and evening. Think of them as your two tickets to paradise."

"I guess it's worth a shot."

Mrs. Cake filled out the prescription at the apothecary on the way home. She couldn't wait until the evening. She decided to take one before they even left to go home.

Sugar Cube Corner was a hurricane of controlled chaos as it always was. Pound Cake and his sister, Pumpkin Cake, were a blur moving about the kitchen in choreographed tandem. The two of them didn't quite make up for the reality-bending abilities of Pinkie Pie, who was now a teacher at Princess Twilight's School of Friendship. But they did their best to fill in for her absence.

As early as the bakery family woke up, the Cakes' lunch break was brunch for the rest of the town, to ensure that they would be back in time for actual lunch time. Carrot and Cup Cake were not so cruel as to abandon their foals to the Ponyville lunch rush alone. They grabbed their aprons and joined their foals in the fray.

"Gimmie a Sit-Rep!" Cup Cake barked at her children, demanding a situation report.

"Everything is five by five," Pound reported.

"Lunch sandwich loaf?" Carrot asked.

"Baking. Four minutes left on the timer," Pumpkin replied.

"Cuteceanera cake order?"

"Out of the oven, cooling now, waiting for frosting."

"Scones delivery?"

"Boxed and wrapped."

"Pound cake?"

"What?"

"No, the literal pound cake for one o'clock!"

"Not mixed yet!"

"Get on it!"

The Cake family loved pressure. They ate it for breakfast. They thrived on it. And with the promise of a Zesper-fueled evening, the usual stress of it rolled right off of Cup Cake's back. Time flew by and before she knew it, the kids were locking the door and sweeping the floor for the evening.

"Early to bed, early to rise," Cup Cake called out into the closed bakery.

"Makes a pony healthy, wealthy and wise," her foals replied in unison as they headed upstairs to their bedrooms. Cup Cake turned to face her husband who was wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Shall we?" she asked.

"Oh, are you feeling frisky already?" he asked, heading upstairs.

"Honestly, no. Not yet. But maybe once we get started." She followed him into the bedroom and he flopped onto the bed his back. He was already starting to get hard with excitement. She stood beside the bed.

"Did you want to be on top?" he asked. "I assumed you did since you said-"

"No, no. Forget that. Besides my legs are killing me. I don't want to be squatting on top of you tonight."

"Okay." He rolled off the other side of the bed. She took his place and laid on the bed, spreading her legs. He climbed on top of her to assume the missionary position. His erection bobbed excitedly between her thighs.

"Excuse me," Cup Cake said of his presumption. "You said you would 'see to my needs' if we had time." She gestured down at herself with her hoof in an implying motion, "Well? We have time."

"Oh, right. Well, I'm pretty tired too," he said. She glared at him. "But you took the Zesper, so it shouldn't matter right? You'll get yours too."

I better.

He didn't wait for her to argue. He took his dick in his hoof and pressed the tip to her pussy. At the very least it did seem wetter than before. He slid into her and hilted with relative ease. After a few thrusts he was happily humping away.

"How it that? Better?" If it was any better, she wasn't noticing.

"Yeah," she lied. "Actually let me roll over."

"Okay!" He pulled out and let her roll over onto her hooves.

Between the two positions, she preferred him from behind. He was much taller than her. He was tall and lanky. His dick matched the rest of him. Just a bit above average in length, but just as lean as the rest of him. It served the job of delivering his seed deep enough to give her foals. But when she was on her back, it did little to stimulate her. However, when he was on top from behind, the difference in height necessitated that he fuck downwards. The angle made him strike against her g-spot in a way that used to get her off during intercourse.

As he got back on top and resumed rutting her, he was hitting her spot in just the right way that made things look promising. All he had to do was maintain that angle and pace for a little longer and-

"Aaaand time to frost the buns!"

Never gets old.

He pulled out and spurting his load across her cutie mark and the rest of her rump before flopping onto the bed beside her. She gave him a minute to catch his breath.

"Ahem?"

"Yeah yeah, I got it." Carrot rolled over and opened the nightstand drawer to get the box of tissues. Her cleaned his mess off of her and tossed them into the wastebasket before flopping back onto the bed. "Ah, that was amazing!" Cup Cake rolled onto her back and looked over at him. "Wasn't it? I mean, didn't you... you know?" She shook her head and spread her legs again. "Sweetie, I told you I was tired, now I'm even more so."

"Come on! You already did most of the work. You just need to finish me off," she insisted. Carrot groaned and crawled across the bed between her legs, grateful that he didn't have to contend with a cream pie. She felt him start to lick her and she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his lips and tongue pleasuring her. Her started out quick and then slowed his pace, teasing her like he used to, edging her toward pleasure to build her up. He slowed down more and more until she was almost certain that he had stopped completely.

Just when she was about to tell him to pick up the pace, she felt him practically vibrating against her clit. It was like nothing he has ever done to her before. The vibrating came in regular intervals. Each time driving her pleasure slightly, but not quite enough. She opened her eyes and propped herself up to see what he was doing to her.

He was snoring into her pussy.

With a huff, she rolled over to sleep on his side of the bed and left him where he laid for the night.

The next morning, she woke up and saw that he hadn't moved from where he had passed out, and he was still happily sawing logs. She got up and stretched. Her cruel, internal clock had woken her just a few minutes before her alarm. She looked over at the prescription bottle on her nightstand. The doctor did say it took a couple doses for it to be up to therapeutic levels.

Tonight would be different, she promised herself. She took her morning tablet.

"Tonight better be different," she muttered, hastily taking an extra tablet before setting the bottle back on the nightstand.

The alarm clock rang. She silenced it with her hoof while Carrot stirred awake.

"Oh, hey," he said with a yawn. "Did we... did you..?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah. You made me cum so hard that you passed out."

"I... think I would have remembered that." She rolled her eyes. He leaned across her and grabbed the prescription bottle. "But hey, tonight will be better, right?" He opened it and one into his hoof.

She shrugged. If it was worth doing, it was worth over-doing. After all, nopony every died from being horny.

Fuck it.

She opened her mouth and swallowed a third tablet. They washed up in the bathroom and headed downstairs to ready the bakery for the weekend. They could here Pound and Pumpkin getting themselves ready to join them shortly.

"What do you think the foals have planned for tomorrow?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Mother's Day," he said.

"Oh. I had completely forgotten," she said. "But I would think you would know better than me."

"Nope. They cut me out of the loop this year. They insisted on doing something themselves."

"Well then I guess we'll both see." There was a knock at the door. Pound and Pumpkin came bounding down the stairs.

"I've got it!" Pound said.

"We're not open yet!" Cup Cake shouted at Pound. "For Celestia's sake the sun isn't even up yet!"

"It's the mail mare!" Pound said, seeing the uniform through the glass door.

"No it's not!" Pumpkin said. "It's somepony else." They opened the door. Indeed it was a mail mare, but it wasn't the usual Ponyville carrier.

"Overnight express from Fillydelphia!" she announced, giving Pumpkin the envelope, before flying off.

"What is it?" Cup Cake asked as she started mixing bread batter.

"It's from Fancy Pants. He's hosting a party in Fillydelphia. He wants the 'world famous Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness'!"

"Oh, wow!" Carrot said. "That'll cover a week's worth of expenses. But we're going to have to do a lot of prep for that project. When does he want it?" Carrot read through the rest of the letter.

"Tomorrow. Morning."

"HA! Not gonna happen!" Cup Cake laughed out loud. "It would take a day just to make it, IF it wasn't already so busy. Then it's a day's trip by train just to deliver it there."

"He says he'll pay four times the price if we can deliver."

Cup Cake dropped her mixing spoon. The only sound in the bakery was the clatter of the wooden utensil on the tile floor as everypony else froze where they stood.

"Including delivery costs," Pumpkin finished.

"That's a month's worth of income," Carrot said, barely louder than a whisper.

Cup Cake did the math. "If we started right now... got it on the train by four thirty... twelve... fourteen... sixteen..." She looked up at her daughter. "Pumpkin, lock the door. We're closed today. Carrot, get the rest of the ingredients out of the pantry. Pound, start prepping. Let's bake this bitch!"

Passer-by customers could only look at the closed sign with disappointment before joining the others gawking through the window at nothing short of a miracle being performed in that kitchen. Some came and went. Some stayed to watch longer than others. None stayed to watch the entire thing. But after eleven grueling hours, the final steps were at hoof.

"Okay Pumpkin, you're the star of this show," Carrot Cake said with encouragement. They had always enlisted the help of another unicorn before, either Rarity or Princess Twilight. Pumpkin had seen it done before, but she had never done it herself. The final pieces of the M.M.M.M. hovered in her magic as she gingerly placed them one on top of the other until the final tier was in place. The entire assembly glowed for just a minute more.

"Moment of truth," she said. The glow around the cake faded as she released her magical hold on it. Nopony moved. Nopony breathed. Nopony blinked.

The cake held.

The entire family let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright gang, we're not out of the woods yet," Carrot said. "Let's get this thing to the train. We've got... twenty minutes. Pound, I need you to zip ahead and get a couple of tickets." He gave his son the necessary bits. "Pumpkin, you're back on!"

Mr. and Mrs. Cake carefully wheeled the cake down the street while Pumpkin followed behind, ready with her magic if needed. The M.M.M.M. had become a lot more stable in the years since its prototype for the National Dessert Competition. But they weren't taking any chances. Pound Cake zipped back to where they were.

"I've got the tickets! And I told them we were bringing the Four-M! They've got the freight car open and ready for us as soon as we get there!" They got to the train platform and successfully loaded it onto the train.

"Holy macaroni! I think we did it!" Carrot said.

"Wait, so who's going with it?" Pumpkin asked.

"..."

"It's a two-pony delivery." Pumpkin said. "Pound and I could-"

"No, I'm got sending you halfway across Equestria by yourselves," Carrot said.

"I was going to say, run the shop," Pumpkin said.

"No!" Cup Cake said. "I mean, not yet."

"Well we can't just close the shop. We have all those orders for tomorrow!" Pound said. Cup Cake rubbed her chin for a moment.

"Pound and I will make the delivery. You two stay behind and take care of the bakery."

"Shouldn't I come," Pumpkin said. "You might need my magic for the cake."

"Yeah, I can run the bakery just fine," Pound said.

"The Four-M will be just fine. If it can survive a Ponyville dirt road, it can survive a paved Fillydelphia street. And..." Cup Cake closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Kids, I love you both equally. But Pumpkin is the better baker."

"HA!" Pumpkin gloated, sticking out her tongue and and blowing a raspberry at her brother.

"ALL ABOARD!" The conductor called out.

"Alright, let's go!" Cup Cake said.

"Pound, wait!" Carrot said. He took his bow-tie off and tied it around his son's neck. "There you go. You've earned that. Now go make us proud."

"Thanks Dad."

Pound Cake and his mother boarded the train. They waved to Carrot and Pumpkin Cake on the platform as the train pulled away, bound for Fillydelphia.