Big Blue Ass Cheeks and Throbbing Stallion Dick
Having Mrs. Cake, and Eating Her Too
A Mrs. Cake x Soarin’ clopfic by: OneLonelyPickle
The Wonderbolts had one rule during the regular season: no rutting. Soarin’, vice-captain of the Wonderbolts, generally kept that one rule center in his thoughts and focused on his training. Only, on one particular day, it took a backseat to some other thoughts - dangerous thoughts.
It was a typical, mild summer day — not too hot and sticky, but warm enough that many ponies were down at Saddle Lake or elsewhere playing in the water to keep cool. Soarin’ was relaxing at Sugar Cube Corner with fellow teammates Thunderlane and Fire Streak.
“Best cupcakes in Ponyville, bar none, dude!” exclaimed Thunderlane as the threesome entered the establishment. Soarin’ was never much for sweets, and it wasn’t exactly the best choice for a Wonderbolt, but he figured he’d been working hard. His stomach, and his body, could afford the treat.
But there was something about the bakery that made Soarin’ anxious in his seat at the Wonderbolts’ table.
The smell?
It was delicious, no doubt — the aroma of cinnamon buns baking in an oven and the sweet saccharine of fondant did make a bit of drool gather at the end of Soarin’s lips. But that wasn’t it.
The temperature?
Ehhh, it was cool inside, but Soarin’ had no problem with the heat outside anyway. That wasn’t it either.
The sights?
There was the kicker.
Soarin’s eyes became glued, whenever they could catch a glimpse, to the swaying flanks of one particular baker with an immense, icing-blue butt and flaring hips. The wobbling flesh was mesmerizing — and honestly, the flank cheeks didn’t even look big in an unhealthy sort of way. Soarin’ reckoned they were the result of some damn fine genes. He rested his head against his hoof and sighed.
“Y’know, sometimes I hate being a Wonderbolt,” he whined to Fire Streak. The stallion with the orange and white mane chuckled.
“Yeah? Why’s that, Soar?”
Soarin’ looked away and whinnied.
“Take a guess: I’ve gotta get my rocks off and we’re in the middle of training! Look at the size of that mare’s plot.” Soarin’ gestured with a flick of his head toward the mare, who was bent over and retrieving a cake from the bottom shelf of a display case. Her bakery apron did little to hide the smooth, round flank cheeks that looked so much larger when she was bent over. All the Wonderbolts performed a guttural grunt.
“Damn…” said Thunderlane.
“Yeah, I understand how you feel now,” Fire Streak whispered. Soarin’ ‘mhm’d’ sadly.
Thunderlane sighed.
“But, it’s probably for the best, vice-cap’n. That piece of mare is MISSUS Cake, married to the other pony who runs this joint. That would be MISTER Cake.”
Soarin’ glared at the huge blue ass.
“Of course she is.”
Fire Streak chuckled and raised his hoof.
“Now, wait, guys. That might make this interesting.”
Soarin’ and Thunderlane looked over at their friend, curiosity present behind their eyes.
Fire Streak continued.
“Think about it, yeah? If she’s married, that means she’s off limits. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still give it a go, for fun, do you read me?”
Soarin’ frowned.
“Give it a go? What, you think a married mare is going to give up the goods? Sure, maybe the pies, maybe the cupcakes, maybe even the chocolate cake. But HER cake? Not going to happen, Fire Streak.”
Fire Streak blew air out of the side of his mouth.
“Soar, I don’t mean that she’s going to rut you. I mean, go flirt with her, give us something to fantasize about. Not like any of us are going to be able to bust a rut, given the rule and all.”
Thunderlane nodded.
“I’d love to see that. I mean, it’s better than not being able to do anything!”
Soarin’ looked at Mrs. Cake, who caught his eye and blushed. The way she stared at Soarin’ made her look like a younger mare, as if the blush took away some years. She disappeared into the kitchen, and a smile plastered Soarin’s face.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “Maybe I’ll try it after all.”
* * *
The next day, Soarin’, Fire Streak, and Thunderlane returned to Sugar Cube Corner and each ordered a milkshake. Soarin’s eyes were glued to Mrs. Cake’s wide, wobbly hips. Her haunches flared out as only a fertile mare’s could. The baked goods made Soarin’ drool, but Mrs. Cake’s “treat” turned his mouth into a faucet.
“Give it a go, then,” Thunderlane whispered with a nudge. Soarin’ awoke from his ass trance and shook his head.
“Okay, but if we end up getting banned from the shop, it’s Fire Streak’s fault!”
Soarin’ wasn’t worried about his looks – he could attract a one-night-stand from any city, town, or village in Equestria, and he pretty much had over the years as the Wonderbolts vice-captain. But as he approached the front counter of Sugar Cube Corner, a different dread overtook him – that Mrs. Cake in particular wouldn’t be interested.
The married mare, after all, was old enough to be his mother, albeit she would have been very young when she had him, but still. And she was MARRIED. Soarin’ had heard no rumors of marital troubles among the Cakes. Was he actually going to get the Wonderbolts banned from the bakery for acting inappropriate?
He turned back to face the Wonderbolts’ table. His fellow flyers beckoned him to go on and flirt. Soarin’s sucked in his lips and breathed out. He walked up to the counter, leaned against it, and looked out of the window. He saw his friends watch from the corner of his eyes. After a minute, Mrs. Cake emerged from the kitchen, her plot just barely making it through the door.
“Oh – oh m-my. Soarin’!”
Soarin’ nonchalantly turned to face the married mare and sniffed as if bored.
“Sup Mrs. C.”
Mrs. Cake, unbeknownst to Soarin’, was an avid fan of the Wonderbolts — specifically, the hot shots, and not because of their flying abilities.
“To uh what do I uh owe the pleasure?”
Soarin’ smiled coolly.
“Nah the pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. C. I just wanted to get a closer look at your goods.”
Mrs. Cake blushed.
“O-oh goodness me…”
A hotness gushed over Mrs. Cake, focused mainly on the area between her thighs. She had to wave a hoof in front of her face for some fresh air. Soarin’ busted out his pearly whites and they twinkled. Mrs. Cake swooned.
“S-see anything you like stu—SOARIN’.”
Soarin’ didn’t expect the change in volume and he involuntarily jumped up, breaking his cool persona. Mrs. Cake was flush with embarrassment. Soarin’ quickly collected himself.
“Uhh, yeah um the cupcakes behind you, those look good.”
Mrs. Cake bit her lip nervously and turned around.
“W-which ones, dear?”
Soarin’ wasn’t looking at any cupcakes. Rather, he was looking at two huge slabs of
icing-blue flank with a sweet looking cotton candy pink tail to separate the delicious treat that was hiding in the middle. Three scrumptious looking cupcakes were on either side of the giant ass – Mrs. Cake’s Cutie Mark. Soarin’s eyes grew wide as if they might match the width of Mrs. Cake’s ass, although that had to be impossible. The tightness in Soarin’s already-tight crotch, covered by his flying outfit, became even tighter.
“H-hay on a hitching post… I mean, uhhh…”
Mrs. Cake turned just a bit and caught Soarin’ staring. Her face went red.
“M-my flank – oh jeez!”
The baker mare rushed into the kitchen. Soarin’ reached out after her.
“N-no wait! Mrs. C, i-it’s not what you think, I—”
The two numbskulls back at the table busted their guts laughing. Soarin’ frowned and went back to the table with a defeated sigh.
“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.”
Thunderlane and Fire Streak stopped for a second and looked at each other.
“Okay!” they said in unison before they continued laughing. Soarin’ grumbled and leaned against his hoof. A blip of suffering in his heart produced a thought.
What the hay? This feels… bad? I mean I usually don’t get rejected, but even then it’s like, whatever. This is different…
Soarin’ narrowed his eyes at a random point on the table.
There’s gotta be, like, some reason for it… or something.
The ponies left soon after, Soarin’ not wanting to risk offending Mrs. Cake anymore that day.
* * *
On the third day, Soarin’ and his pals returned. There were a few fillies at the bakery as well, slurping on milkshakes. Mr. Cake was at the front counter.
“Well howdy, Mr. Soarin’! Gosh, thanks so much for patronizing this little bakery of ours so much lately! Are we that good?”
Soarin’ rubbed the back of his neck with a hoof.
“Heh, uhh well, sometimes I just come here to look at what you got, Mr. C. And that’s enough, y’know, because you can’t always have everything you want… y’know?”
Mr. Cake cocked his head.
“What do you mean? You can have anything that you want that you see here. Although, if you’re looking for a whole lot, we would have to make a special order for your team.”
Soarin’ waved his hoof dismissively.
“No no, it’s okay, Mr. C. That’s not what I meant, err…”
Soarin’ smiled and turned back to leave.
“Nevermind, I’ve got cloud head today. Too much training.”
Soarin’ laughed nervously and turned to leave. His body collided with something warm and soft. His chest seemed to sink inside it.
There was Mrs. Cake coming into the shop backwards, pulling a cart of supplies by its handle with her mouth. Soarin’ only looked at the cart for a second, because his real interest was the mare herself.
“O-oh! S-Shoarin’! Shorry, I didn’t…” she spoke with her mouth still around the cart handle.
There was a pause. Soarin’ did not back up from Mrs. Cake’s huge ass. Instead, he snorted. The dick between his legs filled with hot blood as he imagined mounting and rutting Mrs. Cake right then and there. She was a whole head shorter than him, and it would have been an easy task. Soarin’ licked his lips, tracing with his eyes the curves of Mrs. Cake’s wide hips to her soft middle and her sexy little MILF face. She was blushing back at him.
Soarin’ closed his eyes and breathed in. Sensations flooded to his brain from the barely perceptible scent emanating from Mrs. Cake’s nethers, something so primal that it could only be described as the smell of raw sex – the palpable need to be bred. Mrs. Cake was ripe and needed a big stallion dick – it was so clear to Soarin’ that there was no need to restrain himself from hungrily staring right into Mrs. Cake’s eyes. She panted and let the handle fall from her mouth.
“S-Soarin’…?”
Soarin’ eventually came to his senses and slowly backed up. He looked over to his friends, whose mouths and eyes were wide with anticipation. Mr. Cake, meanwhile, was not even paying attention and was humming to himself while adjusting a shelf of baked goods. Mrs. Cake seemed embarrassed and she cleared her throat.
“I’ll uh I’ll just get by you then and drop these supplies off.”
Soarin’ wanted to dive right into Mrs. Cake’s swirly pink mane and smell the sweet fragrance. He wanted to hold the mare down, bite hard on her ear, and claim her for his own – putting a few foals in her would be best. He shook his head, dismissing the horny thoughts.
“S-Sorry Mrs. C! It’s the cloud head, I want cloud head… I-I-I MEAN UHHHH…”
Soarin’s Wonderbolts pals snickered. Soarin’ facehoofed. Surprisingly, he heard the cutest giggle he had ever heard come from Mrs. Cake.
“No worries, hon. I know what you mean.”
Soarin’ felt a gentle touch on his chest. He removed his hoof from his face and saw two beautiful rose-colored irises twinkling with expectation. Mrs. Cake made a face like a bashful young mare and bit her lip. Her and Soarin’ stared at one another until one of the Wonderbolts threw a piece of bread at Soarin’. The vice-captain shook himself out of his stupor, suddenly upset.
“W-What?!”
Fire Streak signalled his friend with a hoof point. Soarin’ looked back at a confused Mr. Cake.
“Honey? Are you coming? Is everything okay with Soarin’?”
Soarin’ scrambled over to the table and waved at Mr. Cake, chuckling.
“N-Nothing wrong, M-Mr. C! Just uhhh making sure I didn’t scare your wife too much that’s it!”
Mrs. Cake chomped on the cart handle once more and rushed over to the kitchen with the supplies. Mr. Cake followed her back, scratching his head. Soarin’ breathed a sigh of relief as his friends looked at him with worry.
“Dude,” Thunderlane said, blinking rapidly.
“Are you in love with Mrs. Cake, bro?” Fire Streak asked.
Soarin’ became defensive.
“What? Don’t be ridiculous! She’s cute sure but I was just surprised. She’s a lot cuter up close —and I’m horny! That’s it, guys. I just need to shoot one out! Honestly!”
Thunderlane and Fire Streak exchanged a worried look.
* * *
Soarin’ rushed to Sugar Cube Corner on the next day, well before his pals. The shop appeared empty. He tilted his head to the side..
“Uhhh, hello? Mr. C, Mrs. C?”
He walked around the lobby aimlessly. No signs that any table was occupied. Eventually he heard a muffled grunting from the kitchen. More than that, he heard a cry for help – a female cry for help. He nearly tore the swivel doors off their hinges rushing into the kitchen.
“Mrs. C, are you bac—”
Soarin’s jaw dropped. Mrs. Cake was bent over, only her back half sticking out of one of her ovens, her massive ass cheeks shaking with each subtle movement that she made. The most private of Mrs. Cake’s bodily regions was almost on full display to Soarin’. There was only a slight amount of butt fat covering her mare bits, creating a scandalous tease for Soarin’s eyes. The front half of Mrs. Cake, it seemed, was stuck.
“S-Soarin’? Oh jeez—d-don’t look! Just… can you help me?”
The meaty shaft between Soarin’s legs engorged with bodily fluids. He groaned involuntarily as the pressure of his dick against the flying outfit became unbearable. He whinnied with lust.
“Soarin, what is it?”
Soarin’ jumped up onto Mrs. Cake from behind - for the purpose of assisting her, of course. She shook and yelped when Soarin’ placed his front hooves on top of her squishy mare ass, letting his hooves sink in. He positioned himself so his back hooves had the maximum amount of push and pull power – he was spread somewhat at the thighs. He fit the tent in his outfit snuggly between the folds of Mrs. Cake’s giant ass. Both ponies moaned.
“S-Sorry Mrs. C, I uhhh I can’t help it. It’s the o-only way to pull you out.”
“O-oh, okay t-then.”
Soarin’ half-heartedly pulled at Mrs. Cake’s hips to foster the illusion that he was trying to free her – but the lack of effort revealed it was nothing more than a slow dry hump. Back and forth his horny motions commenced.
One push toward Mrs. Cake’s crotch…
Then a slow pull out.
Then a push in - harder that time…
And another slow pull out.
One big push in, and Mrs. Cake yelped. Soarin’s low-hanging thickness filled out all the space in Mrs. Cake’s ass crack and she could definitely feel its size.
Soarin’s slowly built himself into a jackhammer of hip thrusts, and before either pony could grasp a sense of time and space, loud, fleshy slapping noises filled the kitchen. Soarin’ didn’t give a damn about the consequences – he was so horny it was as necessary as eating or breathing that at that moment he humped Mrs. Cake’s fat ass.
The area around Soarin’s sizable dick bulge was wet – and it was obviously not just his wetness. Mrs. Cake bucked back at her stallion admirer.
“Mmmm — oh my gosh…”
Soarin’ shifted his fore hooves so they were closer to him on Mrs. Cake’s ginormous ass, and then he pulled the cheeks apart to get his dick in deeper. The hot feeling made him gasp.
“B-buck…” he said breathlessly. Mrs. Cake shook and convulsed, no noise escaping her constricted throat. Soarin’ felt a new rush of warm liquid against his dick. He looked down.
“W-whoa, did you?”
“OH CELESTIA!”
Soarin’ smirked.
“Yeah, you did.”
Instinct took over and Soarin’ viciously smacked down on one of the bowl-of-pudding ass cheeks.
“You like that?”
Mrs. Cake gutturally moaned.
“So much! Do it again!”
So, Soarin’ did. He hit her ass again, then again after that, and a few more times still after that, just for good measure. The mare ass flesh became red and tender, and Mrs. Cake came again. Mare juices splurted out and covered Soarin’s already-drenched sex region.
Soarin’ resumed the pounding of his hips into Mrs. Cake’s ass crevice a few more times before the built up sensation could be ignored no longer. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes as, with a final thrust, he deposited half a gallon of his stallion spunk into his flyer’s outfit – and a fair amount, as it escaped, into the crotch of Mrs. Cake.
Both ponies caught their breath in the sexual aftermath.
“I uh, wow…”
“Y-yeah… oh my. Wow, I can’t believe it. It’s… It’s been so long…”
“For me too… uhh, sort of.”
Mrs. Cake giggled.
“I don’t suppose you would mind actually helping me out of here, would you, hon?”
“Crud! I’m so sorry, Mrs. C! I totally forgot! When I saw you I just—”
“Don’t worry about it, handsome – you more than made up for it.”
Soarin’ grinned. A feeling grew in his chest like a stomach-ache flutter, and when his cheeks became hotter he knew it wasn’t an illness, but something else.
Then, a dreadful sense of guilt overtook Soarin’s warm feelings.
“L-Listen, what we did—”
He pulled earnestly at Mrs. Cake’s hips and she eventually came tumbling out — tumbling, of course, right on top of Soarin’.
Soarin’ breathed in deeply and relished in the fragrance of Mrs. Cake’s crotch, ignoring best he could the pressure on his ribcage from her weight. He groaned listlessly. Mrs. Cake, tongue sticking cheekily out of her mouth, looked down at Soarin’ like a predator.
“What we did was just the beginning,” the hungry, horny mother of two foals said. She cleared her throat and blushed. “I umm… hope?”
Soarin’ could not see her cunt from his angle, being a pony and all, but desperately wanted to eat Mrs. Cake out. The urge grew so strong it gave him an erection. He almost forgot to reply to the mare sitting on his upper chest.
“Yes – YES! I mean, of course. I… I want more of this!”
He licked his lips and caressed Mrs. Cake’s bottom cakes with his hooves.
“And oof – more of THIS too.”
Mrs. Cake laughed.
“It’s just been—” She breathed out shakily. “Too long. And Mr. Cake—” Soarin’ looked away again and the guilt returned.
“We don’t need to—”
“Don’t worry about my relationship. You just worry about this”.
Mrs. Cake rubbed her hoof against Soarin’s hard stallion cock and he groaned.
“That’s the thing… I can’t actually have sex. Wonderbolts… rule…”
Mrs. Cake hummed.
“Don’t get too cocky. Who said anything about sex anyway?”
Soarin’ shot her a wide grin.
“Heh. As if you wouldn’t want it.”
Mrs. Cake giggled.
“You make me feel so young talking like that. An old mare like me… oh my.”
Soarin’ was turning blue in the face, more than usual.
“Uhhh…” he managed. Mrs. Cake quickly realized she was crushing him and scooted off. Her cheeks burned.
“O-oh no, I’m so sorry!”
Soarin’ caught his breath, huge erection pitching an ungodly tent in his uniform.
“It’s… it’s fine.”
Mrs. Cake bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together. Soarin’ couldn’t take his eyes off her hips.
“M-my husband will be back soon, so you should probably go.”
Mrs. Cake slowly leaned down toward Soarin’, her lips puckered. Soarin’s dick hardened even more. Right before their lips collided Mrs. Cake stopped and hummed with worry.
“M-Maybe we won’t do that. Here.”
Soarin’ groaned, desperately wanting to lock lips with the MILF mare. Mrs. Cake, instead, leaned down and planted a wet kiss on the head of Soarin’s cock through his Wonderbolts outfit. He threw his head back and moaned.
“B-buck…”
“Mmmm.”
Mrs. Cake breathed out slowly.
“Okay there stud, that’s enough. Get going.”
Soarin’ scrambled to his hooves and dumbly nodded to Mrs. Cake’s bashful giggles. He left the kitchen and exited the bakery in a trance.
W-what exactly is going on?
* * *
The days after the sensual encounter between the Wonderbolt and the married mare were achingly slow for Soarin’. There was no opportunity for Mrs. Cake to be alone, and training for the Wonderbolts ramped up. But on the fourth day after the oven incident, such an opportunity at last arrived.
Soarin’ sat at his table in Sugar Cube Corner, a few minutes earlier than his buddies. He spotted a note attached to the bottom of the table.
“Meet me out back, by the waste bin.”
Soarin’ raised an eyebrow. He looked up and saw Mrs. Cake staring at him, biting her lip apprehensively. Mr. Cake came out of the kitchen humming a tune with some desserts on his back. He and Mrs. Cake exchanged a glance and she smiled back at him. Soarin’ closed his eyes.
Am I really going to meet a married mare behind her bakery to help her cheat on her husband?
* * * 5 minutes later * * *
Mrs. Cake’s wet, mature lips were sucking back and forth on Soarin’s giant dick. He was covering his mouth with one hoof while the other rested on Mrs. Cake’s swirl of a mane. Mrs. Cake was going to town on his foot long stallion hog.
From their position behind the waste bin (which smelled pretty good considering it WAS a bakery), nopony could see Mrs. Cake and Soarin’. And Mrs. Cake, it seemed, was a pro at giving head without making much noise.
“It’s… it’s gonna come off… holy buck you’re… sucking so…”
Soarin’ was as quiet as he could be. Mrs. Cake’s cheeks hollowed out while she sucked Soarin’s dick like her life depended on his cum filling her throat. Soarin’ had to bite his hoof and watch the clouds roll by – if he admired Mrs. Cake’s jiggling ass cheeks and wide hips, he was going to cum. He wanted to keep riding the pleasure for as long as possible.
“How can you… take it all… like that — aahhhhh…”
Soarin’ bucked his hips up and down as Mrs. Cake increased her pace. Soarin’ gave into his curiosity and looked down to the top of her sweaty, wobbling ass. Mrs. Cake was looking up at him with wide, pleasing eyes. Soarin’s face twitched involuntarily.
“C-cumming…”
He bucked up one last time and froze. His bottom half spasmed as cum flamethrower’d out of his urethra, clogging up Mrs. Cake’s mouth until the jism spilled out of the sides of her mouth. She coughed up some of the salty splooge but managed to swallow the rest. She showed Soarin’ her empty mouth and waved her tongue about.
“Holy… pony… feathers…”
Soarin’ chuckled and caught his breath, not quite believing what had just happened. Mrs. Cake licked her lips and approached Soarin’s. She leaned over his body and positioned her hooves on either side of him. Soarin’ basked in her immense body heat, and felt her chubby belly rub along his abdomen. He felt his dick growing again even after being sucked dry by the mature succubus.
Mrs. Cake stopped just short of kissing Soarin’. He groaned.
“What’s the deal!?
“Stud, it just doesn’t feel right.”
“And drinking my load is?”
“Soarin’… hon…”
Soarin’ looked at the slowly passing clouds above with a grunt.
“Nah it’s cool, I get it.”
He smiled and caressed Mrs. Cake’s cheek with his hoof. He saw in her eyes a torn mare – she looked sad and unsure. Her brow was creased downward. Soarin’ sighed and then smiled.
“For reals, I get it. It’s—”
Mrs. Cake leaned forward in a heartbeat and planted her lips on Soarin’s.
Their kiss was hot and heavy – Soarin’s one hoof led Mrs. Cake deeper into his mouth, his other gripped at her chubby side flesh. Their faces couldn’t possibly mash any closer together. Their tongues became two fencers vying for the finishing blow – but it was the thrill of the game itself that kept them going, and neither truly wanted to win. Sweat and saliva mixed together between the two ponies, old and young, in a fierce display of raw emotion, passion, and sexual lust.
Then, Mrs. Cake pulled away, scarcely with one breath left in her lungs.
“W-we can’t… it’s…”
Soarin’ didn’t let her rest. He quickly leaned forward and the kissing frenzy began anew. Soarin’ heard a voice he had grown to hate from inside the bakery.
“Honey? Where did you go off to?”
Mrs. Cake and Soarin’ breathlessly pulled off on another and the bakery mare patted down her apron, stumbling back around the bin and into the kitchen.
“H-here I am, shnookems!”
Soarin’ held a hoof against his shaky head. He brushed his sweaty mane back up when it fell in front of his face. He tried to calm his breathing.
This is crazy!
He got up and walked down the alley. Before he entered the streets of Ponyville, he remembered his raging erection.
Right… need to wait this one out.
Try as he might, Soarin’ closed his eyes but could only see Mrs. Cake. While his erection softened, he felt his heart bounce around inside his chest as if it were a wild animal struggling to escape.
That kiss…
Soarin’ smiled to himself.
Wow!
* * *
The next encounter between married mare and Wonderbolt happened just that same evening. Soarin’ and Mrs. Cake agreed to meet in secret at the edge of town. By cover of night and the trees of the Everfree Forest, the two lovers embraced and found each other’s tongue within seconds.
No words needed to be said. Soarin’ came without his outfit and so his bobbing, thick cock was available from the get go. After making out, Mrs. Cake practically dove at the giant appendage while Soarin’ laid down and started to lick and nibble the married mare’s fat ass, right around her Cutie Mark. He could not get into her crotch due to her hefty, wide hips, from the position they were half-69ing in, but he was happy all the same with what he had. And Mrs. Cake was no slouch at blow jobs.
“Mmmm…”
“Mrs. Cake… buck…”
“Mmmm… call me Chiffon… mmmm…”
After a few minutes Soarin’ pushed up with a grunt and Mrs. Cake – no. Chiffon got up. She looked at Soarin’ with a turned on yet fearful expression.
“Hon you said you weren’t going to—”
“Lay on your back and spread your hooves.”
Chiffon oozed at being ordered. She did exactly as Soarin’ commanded. But instead of lining up his pulsating dick with Chiffon’s sexual entrance, Soarin’ leaned down and lapped away at her cooze like it was a delicious pie.
“OHHHH~”
Chiffon gripped the top of Soarin’s head and shoved it hard into her crotch. Her open mouth constantly fluctuated from a small to a large O. Her back hooves and thighs wrapped around Soarin’, who was driven by a desire to please every crevice and fold of the inside of Chiffon’s pussy, despite the stranglehold around his neck.
“DON’T ST-STOP!”
Soarin’ caressed his lover’s plump hips with his hooves as he devoured her cunt. The taste was unreal – a sweet, satisfying glaze of love. Every so often Soarin’ would retract somewhat and give the pussy long, deep licks, and Chiffon would tighten even more.
“I’M G-GONNA—!”
Chiffon vibrated with pleasure and came on Soarin’s face. He closed his eyes and basked in the love shower. The wet dripping soaked his cheeks, his chin, and even the soil below.
Both ponies required rest before their lungs gave in. Chiffon ushered Soarin’ up with a pull of her hooves and he laid on top of her while they made out, moaning all the while.
“Y-you’re… such… a stud…”
“I… bucking… love… you…”
Chiffon pulled back. Her cheeks were molten.
“Y-you do?”
Soarin’ rubbed the back of his head and snickered.
“I mean I… that just came out, I—”
Chiffon attacked Soarin’s lips and held him close. The kiss, for once, was not of lust but of passion. The two ponies slowly locked lips, released, looked at one another’s half-lidded eyes, then closed in again. This continued for ten minutes. Two hearts pounded at a furious pace.
In all the excitement, Soarin’s cock came dangerously close to Chiffon’s opening, loose as it then was. Several times both ponies moaned as the head of Soarin’s dick partially went inside but then flicked out with a pre-cum soaked slap.
“I have to… the rule…”
“I know, hon…”
The pair of naughty ponies made out as the owls and other critters of the Everfree hooted and cried. Time stood still, though only to the lovers, as the moon indeed moved across the night sky as the hours passed.
Eventually, Chiffon remembered the time. When she did, she had her face smushed against a tree, Soarin’ behind her pounding away between her generous ass cleavage.
“H-hon… we have to stop…”
“J-just a se- a sec— OHHHHH!”
Soarin’s bucked right through his intense orgasm, plastering Chiffon’s entire lower back and upper ass cheeks with his thick, potent seed. It was like an industrial-grade glue in its consistency. Chiffon’s finely aged pussy was by then well eaten, played with, and licked. She lowered herself and kissed Soarin’, who kissed back just as intensely.
“When does that rule end, exactly?”
“Uhhh, once the regular season ends. Which is uhh…”
Soarin’ wracked his brains. Every single day had been a blur except for the moments when he got to be with Chiffon - he could barely think about anything else. Chiffon giggled.
“Gosh—boys. If you mean when your shows and races end for the year, I believe it would be next month, right? Before you pegasi start up winter?”
Soarin’ looked his lover in the eyes and laughed. She laughed back.
“Right – right! That’s –” Soarin’ frowned. “That’s a long ways away…”
Chiffon rested a hoof against Soarin’s cheek and smiled. Soarin’ thought for once she looked close to her age and rather motherly.
“Hon, we can do as little or as much as you want. But I want to respect your rule and your training."
Soarin’ beamed. He smooched his new lover again..
“You’re the best. You really make my – my heart just want to… you know! Bust out or something!”
Chiffon turned away and snickered.
“Oh jeez – me?”
She looked at Soarin’ huskily and half-turned to show off her round rump.
“You just like me for my junk in the trunk, as you young ponies say.”
Soarin’ did involuntarily stare at her ass, but quickly turned back and dazed into Chiffon’s eyes.
“No, that’s not just it! I’ve had lots of hot plots before, and you—”
Chiffon’s brow curved downward and she took a step back.
“No no no, I meant – sorry. It’s more than sex with you!”
Chiffon relaxed and smiled, eyes twinkling in the moonlight peeping through the trees.
“R-Really?”
Soarin’ nodded and mhm’d. He nuzzled her neck and she cooed. They hugged for a very long time.
“I need to go back to my husband and kids.”
“Yeah… I know.”
They broke the hug and kissed, long and slow. After that, with a reluctant wave, Chiffon left first. In a few minutes, Soarin’ took to the sky.
Flying toward the moon, Soarin’s smile was as wide as a mile.
Love! The real deal! I can’t believe it, but…
He cheered and did a loop-de-loop.
I love Chiffon!
* * *
* One Month Later *
* * *
Miraculously, in the time since their shenanigans began, neither Chiffon nor Soarin’ were ever caught indulging in their passions. Mr. Cake was either too dumb or too naïve to imagine his wife was getting every centimetre of her cunt licked and nibbled behind the bakery, or slurping on a thick athlete’s dick every chance she could. And that wasn’t all they did.
Sometimes, the lovers pursued more romantic endeavors and would lie down in a field, far from Ponyville, and make out or watch the clouds togetehr. Chiffon’s excuse was grabbing an order from a neighbouring town; as for Soarin’, he could afford to miss some practice now and then. Hoof in hoof, the young stallion and the older mare would watch each other’s eyes and see in the other a fresh, new perspective on life.
“You know…” Chiffon said, lying on the grass beside Soarin’, “I’m going to start my estrus soon…” Soarin’ licked his lips.
“Babe, don’t get me goin’. Oof. It’s hard enough to wait even one more day to finally rut your brains out.”
Chiffon huskily laughed, got on top of her lover, and kissed him.
“That’s not what I mean, studmuffin. I mean – if you rut me” The married mare bit her lip and Soarin’s dick leaped forward in his suit. “Y-You’ll probably put a foal in me.”
Soarin’ became hard instantly and his eyes glazed over. His heart was beating a mile a minute, moreso than usual being around Chiffon.
“B-buck…” Soarin’ said longingly. Chiffon cocked her head.
“Hmm? Are you saying you would… want that?”
Soarin’ looked at the grass, as if he might find an answer there.
“Well jeez Chiffon, I have no idea. I mean I thought about it, but…
Chiffon turned her lover’s head upward and looked into his eyes.
“I’ll have to sleep with my husband, just so he thinks it’s his, but otherwise…” She embraced her lover and squeezed him tight. “It would be our foal. Our foal of love.”
Soarin’s body went awash with warmth and he nuzzled into Chiffon.
“Our foal…”
* * *
The plan had been set and the day had arrived. Soarin’ finished the Wonderbolt debrief as the regular season came to its close. His heart was a humming bird inside his breast that refused to die down. A perpetual flush on his cheeks made him look sick to the other Wonderbolts, and he lied and told them he was. Only he knew where he was going, and what he was doing, that evening as the sunset approached.
Soarin’ was going to meet Chiffon at a traveller’s inn outside Ponyville – another “supplies trip”, she had told Mr. Cake. If he would ever wise up, it was not that day, because Mr. Cake wholeheartedly endorsed the trip. Soarin’ felt the wind gently ruffle his plumage as he glided through the air, the landscape of the Equestrian Shield all about him below, amidst the backdrop of the most orange, glowing sunset he had ever seen.
Before long, Soarin’ had reached the tiny wooden structure. The sun was disappearing behind the hills, but enough light still revealed the Inn’s sign and door. It was of a decent size, and a few ponies were coming and going. He went inside and looked for the stairs.
Second floor, last door at the end.
Each squeak of the steps was another heavy pound of Soarin’s heart. His dick hardened at the thought of what was about to happen. The hallway was lit with candles on the wall, which was red brick. The wooden floor was covered in the middle with a long piece of dingy carpet leading to the opposite side of the hallway. Soarin’ gulped.
Finally, he reached the last door.
Soarin’ knocked.
…
Chiffon answered the door. There was no trace of Mrs. Cake left. Her mane was styled up in an intricate, layered bun, her makeup applied to bring out her eyes and red lip stick to draw attention to her kissable lips. A strong perfume of cherry curled its way into Soarin’s nostrils and he sniffed deep.
“Wow…” he breathed. Chiffon giggled.
“Won’t you come in?”
Soarin’ hummed huskily. He walked forward and Chiffon walked backward, biting her lip. Eventually Soarin’ closed the gap between them and, as he kicked the door closed, their mouths met in an entanglement of tongue slaps and lip sucking.
“Mmmm…”
“Babe you’re so… I can’t even… wow…”
The hot action moved to the bed, where Chiffon reluctantly removed her mouth from Soarin’s to position her top half on the bed and, spreading herself out as much as she could onto the bed, keeping her back half with hooves planted on the floor. Chiffon moved her legs apart and swished her tail invitingly, wafting the scent of raw sex into Soarin’s buzzing brain.
Chiffon moaned.
“We’re alone now… don’t hold back.”
Soarin’ didn’t wait a single minute longer before unleashing his pent up lust. He literally dove into Chiffon’s warm, waiting cunt and lapped away like the thirstiest hound in Equestria. Chiffon gripped the bed tight and shout-moaned into the comforter. Soarin’s tongue reached into places Mr. Cake couldn’t even dream of reaching with his full length.
Chiffon wrapped her tail around Soarin’s neck as he continued his face fuck ass-ault. Chiffon bucked her backside into her lover’s snout, and Soarin’ relished in the slick wetness and the horny odour of the older mare. In the glow of sex, Chiffon seemed younger, young like Soarin’, full of energy and luster.
Chiffon forced her sweaty head up and she moaned.
“P-Please… breed me. Breed me full of foals PLEASE!”
Soarin’ pulled back and snorted. He positioned his front hooves on either side of Chiffon’s wide hips and ass and lined up the head of his pressurized dick — throbbing, eager, and hard as diamond — with the entrance to Chiffon’s gooey sex hole. Drool spilled out the side of Soarin’s mouth. His vision became blurry – his cheeks shook with excitement.
“Here I c-come.”
Soarin’ shifted his body weight forward, dick first. His cock head met Chiffon’s pussy and slowly pulled the entrance folds out of the way. Chiffon’s mouth became a silent O and she closed her eyes. The O grew and Chiffon’s silence dissipated as Soarin’s dick entered in earnest, and when the entire baseball-sized cock head was safely and snuggly inside and being squeezed by Chiffon’s neglected sex, she allowed a guttural moan to escape her lips.
“OOOOOOOOOO~”
Soarin’ pushed himself further into Chiffon’s tightness. Though she was well lubed, her love had to adjust to Soarin’s girth. But he took his time, making sure she was not in pain from his size as he vaginally spelunked Chiffon’s nether regions.
It didn’t take long before Chiffon was bucking back against Soarin’, and by the time he got his dick three fourths of the way inside, she was a mess of moaning, drool, and muscle spasms.
“I love it I love it I love it I love it—”
Soarin’ focused as hard as he could on not cumming. When he did cum and impregnate his mare, he wanted it to be a finish worthy of the long wait. He wanted to drown her in his sperm. His full-length thrusts, from the tip of his massive cock head to the base of his dick fourteen inches away, penetrated deep, deep into the older mare beneath him. Her ass cheeks, each big enough to encompass Soarin's entire midsection, rippled and shook like great big masses of jelly.
Chiffon’s face was shoved into the comforter and she screamed – full on screamed. Soarin’ had no time or focus to spare, though. He continued his fucking rhythm and basked in the raw pleasure of the act. The feeling of Chiffon’s hot cunt massaging and lubricating his dick was unmatched – for her age, Chiffon felt as tight and young as any of the “groupies” Soarin’ had been with.
Soarin’ sped up. The slapping of his hips against Chiffon’s was unmistakeable, and try as Chiffon might, she could only mitigate the sound of her passion so much. It would be clear to everypony in the inn what was going on in the room—not that the lovers cared.
“Want… my… cum…?”
Chiffon raised her head.
“OH CELESTIA YES PLEASE YES PLEASE PLEASSSSEEE”
Soarin’ bit his lip hard, increased his pace to a blistering Mach 5, and made ready to unleash his load. His mouth opened and a rough, shaky moan escaped.
“Take it TAKE ITTTTTTTT…”
The convulsions in Soarin’s dick slithered toward his cockhead, pushing through the vicegrip of Chiffon’s cunt. Thick ropes of cum made their way to the end of Soarin’s dick, and finally, during the last of his vicious roars, Soarin’ deposited his foal batter into the very back – literally the furthest back possible – of Chiffon’s vagina.
“YESSSSSSS!”
Spurt after spurt after spurt filled all the nooks and crannies of Chiffon’s, by then, well-used pussy. Soarin’s grip on Chiffon’s ass slipped as the collected sweat became too slick. He stood on his sore, tired hind hooves, riding out the last waves of his orgasm, before he collapsed on top of his mate. His dick popped out and, like the cork coming off of a bottle of cider, a great torrent of his seed spilled out and plopped onto the floor.
Even more remained, however, inside Chiffon’s womb.
Two minutes of panting passed before Chiffon shifted herself so that Soarin’ fell on the bed, then she lifted his face and planted the biggest kiss on his lips.
“Wow…” Soarin’ gasped.
Chiffon giggled.
“You’re telling me, lover.” She nestled into his neck. “I’m definitely pregnant. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I finally have your foal. Mmm…”
Soarin’ chuckled.
“Let’s hope so. We can always keep trying to guarantee it.”
Chiffon gave him a dirty look and he returned it. The two laughed before beginning a make out session, and after that, they held back their lust long enough to have a romantic dinner. It was their first one, but certainly not the last.
After that? More sex, of course, and it lasted, with necessary breaks for sanity and health, for the following twelve hours. When the two lovers did finally fall asleep, it was in one another’s sweaty embrace, perfectly comfortable, perfectly cozy, perfectly in love.
Their foal was born nine months later.
But don’t feel too bad for Mr. Cake, mind you. There is a reason why he appreciated and insisted upon his wife’s trips — his foal was born ten months later, to Sugar Cube Corner’s pinkest and most happy assistant baker.
That, however, is a story for another day.
