Hunger makes everything look like a cake...
Mrs. Cup Cake stood behind the counter of Sugarcube Corner. Despite the popularity of the welcoming bakery, business was slow on this particular day. So slow that they had not deemed it necessary to replace some of the goods that sat behind the counter's glass, unless they were empty.
The blue mare was working the front of the bakery as a precaution. As can be gathered by her enlarged underbelly, she was carrying her future children. Not one, but two foals lay within, weighing heavily upon her in not just the physical sense, but a mental one as well. She couldn't tell which one was worse.
Her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten in... about an hour. While that may not be a big deal to the average pony, or even a pregnant mare, Mrs. Cake's foals meant not only did she have at least double the intake of a regular pony, but they had especially ravenous appetites.
Another growl. The soon-to-be-mother knew that she needed something big – really big – to sate the incredible hunger that ate away at her. She could not leave the counter, however – there was to be a pony at the front at all times, with a few exceptions.
Their employee and friend, Pinkie Pie, had been given the day off due to the lack of customers, and her plan to throw a party for a reason that the Cakes hadn't understood. Not that it mattered – seeing her happy was all they needed. She was like a daughter to them. At least they had practice dealing with the hyperactive, candy-devouring pony, as there were going to be two more joining her.
Mrs. Cake's husband, Carrot Cake, was not too far away, in the room behind. He had just begun to bake some supplies to replace what had been bought recently. Despite the lack of work, he had a few jobs of his own – feeding his wife and almost-due children their ever larger meals, and planning for their birth. His partner had been pregnant for ten months, and she was due to give birth in less than one. The stress had taken it's toll, and he had chosen to stay in the back not just so his wife had less physical work, but also the stress was threatening to make his hair fall out. It was easy to see just from his looks alone.
The lack of sleep didn't help either, what with his wife's constant snacking during the night. As much as it annoyed him throughout the months, he had gotten used to it. Of course he knew his wife wasn't doing this to get on his nerves, she was dealing with troubles of her own that he could not comprehend fully. He loved her dearly, and she him.
Cup's stomach growled once more. Soon Carrot would be done, and it would be time to fill three empty bellies.
“I'm almost done sweetie!” Carrot called from the back. “Just a minute for this last cake!”
Cup sighed with relief. “Don't worry, pumpkin! I'm good here!” She wasn't, but her husband deserved all the soft reassurance he could get.
A bell rung. The noise came from above the door – the bell created to alert the owners of the establishment to a customer entering the premises.
And a customer there was! A beige-coated mare, wearing an Ascot around her neck, trotted up to the counter. She gave a wide smile at the expecting mare.
“Good morning, Mayor!” Cup greeted in her usual, chipper tone. “How are you doing this fine day?”
This was no ordinary customer – the Mayor of Ponyville was necessary to keep the village running smoothly, and she did a pretty good job all things considered. Everypony knows about the Elements of Harmony and their world-saving work, but nopony seemed to think about the mountains of paperwork and insurance claims.
The patron was not just important as the Mayor – she was a childhood friend for the baker, and stood beside her for many years. Truly, there were few other ponies that brought joy to her heart – not that she didn't enjoy the populace in general, of course.
“I am rather well today, thank you for asking!” Mayor Mare responded, a tone matching her friend. “I understand that you are expecting soon?”
“Oh yes, in a month – or maybe less!” Mrs. Cake bounced on the spot, excited to be a mother finally. Even though she would have to deal with the actual birth, once it was done she would be through this ordeal soon enough.
“Well, I hope everything goes smoothly for you and your husband!” The Mayor motioned towards the back, expecting Carrot to be within. “The wonders of children are the greatest gift that parents can have -” She coughed, “Or so I have heard.”
“I'm sure you will have some of your own one day. There are many stallions out there who would sweep you off your feet at first sight!”
Her customer scoffed. “It hasn't happened yet, and I know all of the ponies here. But enough about me!” She looked at the counter. “Say, do you have any of my favourite in today?”
“Oh, I'm afraid we are out...” Cup looked under the counter. Seeing all the food there made her stomach's demands for food return with a vengeance. She winced, but soon noticed that the delectable food in question was currently out of stock. “I believe we can make an orange chocolate cup cake, though!”
The Mayor chuckled, although if it was directed at the treat or her friend's stomach was unknown. “Well, I can cheat every once in a while... go ahead. I don't have to be at town hall for a few hours.”
Cup nodded, smiling at the customer, before turning towards the kitchen. She pushed through the small twin doors, scanning the room. Her husband was next to the sink, not too far from the oven. A tray of goods sat atop it, having just been removed.
“Hey, pumpkin?” She spoke quietly, trying not to spook him. It didn't work.
“O-oh, sweetheart, how are you feeling?” After jumping in fright, he turned to face her, peering past his lover to the counter. He waved over towards the Mayor, who responded in kind.
“Carrot,” his wife spoke in a hushed, yet pleading tone, “I'm starving!”
“Sorry it took so long, snookywookums! I'll take you off the front!”
“Great! I'll put some orange chocolate cup cakes in the oven and eat while they bake -”
Carrot cut her off. “Now, Cup, you know we can't have you overexerting yourself this close to our foals birth!” He reminded her. “I'll do it. It's only about ten minutes, and after this there should be nothing else needing to be baked, then I'll make you all the food you need!”
Cup deflated. Carrot trotted over to her, giving her a nuzzle of affection.
“I understand. Ten minutes will be fine.” She spoke in a defeated tone.
Carrot smiled. “I'll see if I can be faster, for you.”
“You're the best stallion I could've asked for.”
“And there is no better mare in all of Equestria.”
Carrot turned towards the cupboards to fetch the ingredients. Cup, while feeling the hunger more than ever, trusted her husband, and chose to return to the counter.
Mayor Mare quickly turned her head away as the pregnant mare approached, attempting to look preoccupied with the baked goods rather than the display of affection. If Mrs. Cake noticed, she didn't mention it.
“My apologies, Mayor, but it will take about ten minutes.” As if on cue, her stomach rumbled once more, demanding food for herself and her foals.
The mayor cleared her throat, glancing away for a moment to avoid the awkwardness of the baker's hunger.
“Don't worry about a thing. I enjoy a good, relaxing chat with a friend. I can wait!”
“So, how has the town been?” Cup asked, attempting to distract herself by any means necessary.
“Rather well recently. No villain attacks, wild beasts or stampedes... It has been peaceful.” The Mayor responded, thinking about all the chaos Ponyville had endured. “It has been peachy keen!”
“That's great to hear! I don't understand how stressful it can be to deal with such problems.”
“Not as stressful as bearing children, I bet.”
The reminder of her situation caused another yell from her stomach. However, this was joined by another sensation – a kick from a foal. Cup stopped, giving a look of surprise.
“Are you okay, Cup?” Mayor Mare looked at her with concern.
“I'm fine – the foals are just active today, is all.”
“I bet they are – eager to greet the world, they'll be out of you in no time!”
“We can only hope.” The two chuckled.
Another kick. It seems both of them are playing up. Then a hunger pang.
“Oooh, they are REALLY active today!”
The patron chuckled. “Already a handful and they haven't even been born yet!”
Cup didn't respond. She stared at the Mayor. Her stomach growled. She could feel it – a craving. She needed something specific. Something big to sate this hunger.
The customer looked back at her in confusion. She lifted her hoof to her mouth and cleared her throat. Mrs. Cake shook her head to clear it, refocusing on the mare.
“Oh, I'm sorry, Mayor, I'm a little distracted...”
“I understand completely.” She looked out the window, taking in the streets. “It is such a lovely day today.”
Cup turned to to the view her friend had mentioned, acknowledging the sights.
“Most definitely – not too warm, but not cold, either.” She rotated back towards her friend. She opened her mouth to speak, but she was caught off guard by another kick from each her foals. They were hungry – and so was she. But now – now she was rapidly losing her composure. It was getting hard to focus, and the lack of energy changed her view, causing shapes to deform into coloured blobs.
Her eyes glazing over, staring at the mare in front of the counter, Mrs. Cake's stomach growled. In her vulnerable state, her mind was under the control of her empty tummy, and it needed – no, it DEMANDED food! Anything!
She couldn't eat the food out here, it was for the customers, and who knew how many would come later! There was food in the back, but she couldn't leave the counter! Her foals kicked, her belly rumbled, she needed something NOW!
The beige colour she gazed upon reminded her of a cake that she had eaten yesterday – not the same colour, but close enough – which had been absolutely delicious! Her stomach growled again, pining for that meal to be served once more.
Mayor Mare either did not notice, or deliberately kept from turning to the noise. It would be rude, after all.
Mrs. Cake licked her lips at the cake in front of her. She drooled, dripping down her chin. A clopping noise made itself known behind her, and she slowly returned to reality. Her eyes focusing, she realised there was no cake – there was the Mayor! What was she thinking?
Carrot appeared from behind the double doors. “Hey, pumpkin, the oven's almost done!”
Cup quickly wiped her chin with a hoof before turning, having been the startled one this time. “O-oh, that's great!” She turned to her patron. “Ms. Mayor, the cupcakes are almost ready!”
The Mayor smiled “That's great to hear, thank you!” She nodded at Carrot in gratitude.
Carrot hushed his tone. “Uh, honey, I need a quick break, j-just to the restroom, you don't mind taking the cakes out for our friend, dear? I'm sure this won't be difficult, but I really am desperate.”
“Of course, of course! You go, I'll deal with this!” Cup hurried him, her mind already clouding with the mere mention of food. Her husband looked at her with worry.
“I-I can hold on a little longe-”
Cup pushed him with a hoof. “You go on ahead, don't worry about me!”
Carrot turned and walked up the staircase, looking back at his wife who ushered him with a wave of her foreleg.
Cup smiled back at the Mayor, before she entered the kitchen. Trotting up to the oven and bending down to peer in, the mere sight causing the foal's kicks and hunger pang to hit her hard.
“O-oof!” She cried.
“Chiffon!?” The Mayor called out, rushing through the double doors into the kitchen. “Are you all right!?”
“Y-yes, I'm okay...” She replied, looking over at her friend.
“Don't worry about the cakes, I can get them out.” Ms. Mayor offered.
“But you can't, you're our customer, what sort of pony would I be?”
“One who needed help, and I won't turn you down, Chiffon.”
Cup smiled at the mention of her old name, back before she was married, before Mare was the Mayor. “Thank you... thank you!”
Mayor Mare smiled, before grabbing a cloth in her hooves and folding it. Then, she placed it in her mouth, pulling down the oven and inspecting the cupcakes inside. Now, she was no baker, but she knew when they were done, so it was time to pull out the tray. Upon removing it, it was quickly placed onto the oven top, the only place nearby that would not be at risk of melting from the heat. She closed the oven and placed the cloth onto the counter, beside the tray.
Cup had stood aside to allow her friend to help, but the smell of the freshly baked cupcakes hit her hard. Her foals kicked, her stomach growled, and her mouth drooled. Staring directly at the behind of her old friend, she saw no pony, but a cake, a delicious cake accompanied by a wonderful smell that sent her into over drive. She needed this BADLY, and there was NOTHING that would stop her!
With a step forward, she approached the cake. She took no notice of the movements, or the fact that the cake had spun around of it's own accord – rotating to give her a good view. All the colours on the front of it, the white line of icing around the tower-like front, she needed it, she needed it NOW!
“Chiffon, are you okay?” Mayor Mare glanced from side to side, “You look like you are going to eat me!”
“Eat me!” Cup heard all that she needed to hear. Launching forward, she opened her mouth and clamped it around the Mayor's muzzle. The latter writhed, her calls of shock muffled by the iron clad grip of a pregnant mare who was incredibly hungry.
Far past the breaking point, her foals kicked and her stomach roared. Food! Food! FOOD!
With surprising strength, Cup lifted her head up, slowly, bringing the poor mare along with it. She sat back on her haunches, using her hooves to grab and pull her friend into her throat, opening wide and giving the pony a full view of her awaiting gullet.
“Chiffon Swirl, please!” She cried, struggling within the hungry mare's grip. “Don't eat me! Don't do this!”
“Chiffon Swirl, please! Eat me! Do this!” You didn't have to ask her twice – or once, as Cup Cake finally forced the poor mare down into her mouth. Immediately swallowing, the head of what was now simply her prey vanished, appearing as a shape within her throat.
Finding it harder to breath, the predatory mare knew she had to get this within her quickly. Swallowing again, the muscles in her throat pulling the head down further, causing half of the mare to enter her awaiting mouth. The Mayor's rear legs kicked and swung, desperately attempting to force herself down to the floor and onto solid ground.
With another swallow, a pair of forehooves were stuck to the side of the struggling prey, unable to assist any longer. It was now just a matter of time.
Muffled cries could be heard from the mare, who slowly slid further down, her dreaded fate becoming a reality.
Cup Cake grabbed the kicking hooves and gave them a shove, and a swallow. Only moving a short distance, she began to rhythmically swallow and push, slowly moving her food deeper each time. Before long there were only a pair of rear hooves sticking out, and a writhing bulge within her throat, with a head causing a visible distortion within her stomach.
Cup looked up to the ceiling, closed her eyes, and swallowed.
GULP!
The remaining half of the mare slid down the throat, crying out as she did so. It was quickly cut off by her hitting the stomach, which immediately growled in approval.
Mrs. Cake's stomach had grown to a gargantuan size, holding it's new occupant hostage. Laying back, she put her hooves on her belly, and began to rub it, helping to deal with her meal.
The Mayor panicked, getting herself into an upright position (as much as she could in the cramped, warm and squishy situation she was in) and began pushing and kicking against the walls.
“Chiffon Swirl, please let me out! Please! Don't leave me in here!” The calls awoke Cup from her fogged mind.
“Mayor!? What – where-!?” A kick, much tougher than a foal's kick hit her stomach. “O-oof!” Looking down, she realised what had happened as her belly gained an enormous amount of weight. The Mayor squirmed within her, causes many bulges to appear, vaguely in the shape of hooves, and a muzzle.
“What – what have I done!?” Cup sat back in horror. As she ran the scenario through her head, she felt a rising feeling in her loins.
“Am-am I enjoying this...!?” Feeling herself begin to wink, she already knew the answer to her question.
“Help!” Her captive cried. However, Mrs. Cake was no longer in the listening mood. The feeling of a prey writhing within her brought a new kind of pleasure to her.
Placing her hooves upon her squirming stomach, she began to rub it, compelled by her instincts, rapidly overriding her reasoning. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all...
Moving her hooves back and forward, she felt her body heating up. Her vulva winked, a feeling of euphoria hitting her every time, increasing the pressure that was now building within her.
“Why.. does this feel... so good!??” Her mind was getting even more clouded by the second. She did not feel like touching her soaking clit, strangely, as the feeling of her full, writhing stomach was more than enough.
“Ng.. I.. I can feel it....” The mares eyes rolled back into her head as she rushed towards her climax. “I'm... going to... going to-”
The baker's rear legs spread wide as she orgasmed, her pussy squirting large quantities of mare cum all over the oven and the counter. The writhing in her stomach utterly shattered her mind in pleasure, causing her to soak everything in front of her with her juices. Torrent after torrent, wave after wave exploded out of the glistening cunt to be met with wood floors and cupboards.
It took about half a minute for the best orgasm of her life to recede. Cup's brain took a moment to refocus, clearing the fog from her mind as she gasped for breath. She continued to lay on the ground for a few moments as she regained her composure.
Eventually, she lifted her head up and lazily scanned herself. She was soaked with sweat and her own juices, but the main feature of the mare's body that stood out to her was her enlarged belly, slowly shifting. Her meal still squirmed, but at a much slower pace than before, most likely as tired as the filled pony herself.
“M-mayor...” Mrs. Cake stammered, taking in the fact that the previous act of lust had occurred. Thoughts raced through the pregnant pony's head, attempting to grasp the entire concept. She had eaten her old friend. Devoured a customer at her bakery. The squirming in her belly came from the MAYOR OF PONYVILLE. There was no way nopony would not notice her enlarged stomach, the strange movements and bulges, plus the missing governmental figure and possibly put two and two together.
“What am I going to do now...?” She wondered aloud, racking her brain for any sort of idea. She needed to keep herself hidden. Once Carrot came back and prepared her meal, she could vanish and hopefully work something out in private. The mare would need to be careful, for there was no telling how her husband would reac-
“What the HAY happened in – Cup Cake!?” Carrot had entered during the engorged mare's train of thought.
Mrs. Cake simply stared back at him. She swallowed, this time in a completely opposite manner to the previous uses. This certainly wasn't going to end well....
