And a Husband for Dessert
Dressed for Breakfast
B_25 & Starstage
Cadance wasn't a woman often caught with a hand stuffed down the front of her panties but, when she was, it was her husband catching the sight. This instance was no different as Shining passed his wife in the kitchen. The blackness beneath his eyes matched the coffee of his raised mug.
He glanced at her and narrowed his gaze, taking a sip from his cup, nodding, and then continued to his study. Cadance snarled and cursed and scrunched her face. The burning wetness between her legs wouldn't be sated by the up and downward strokes of her fingers. She dared not to play with her clit.
That was not that way she wanted to be released from her curse.
Sometimes, I just want to beat you over the head and ride you while you're unconscious!
Cadance clenched her eyes and sighed.
That wasn't like her.
Mostly.
Cadance drew her hand to the snap of her waistband. Shining had been tasked with rolling out the promotions and raises in pay for the Crystal Guards. Even though his subordinates had done most of the legwork, they still required his final authorization.
When it came to work brought home, Shining had set his cock to 'do-not-disturb' mode.
Smoking wife in her panties, touching herself silly in the kitchen... and he doesn't even have the gull to jump me! Cadance crossed her arms and shook her head, huffing. The burning in her panties hadn't ceased. In fact, after that rejection, the temperature kicked a few decibels. He won't reject me for long. All that hard work... or a hot wife to fuck.
She giggled.
I just need to make that second option easier to pick.
Of course, with anyone else in the world, that second choice wouldn't have required any additional effort at all.
"Your leg is in the way."
Cadance's eyes fluttered as she touched her chest with a hand. "Oh, my. Is it? "
Shining pulled the glasses down his muzzle and looked at the corner of his desk. There, Cadance had swung a leg over its side. Her panty-covered crotch ground its wooden edge. Riding the sharpness as wetness ruined the frilly fabric.
He then looked up at her. "Do you mind, honey?"
Cadance opened her mouth but then closed it again. Pulling her leg back and retreating a step, she pulled out the band to her panties. She fanned them while looking down. "Oh, no! It seems like I made something of a mess down there! Maybe I should go change?"
Or MAYBE you should say I should wear nothing at all... and bend me over this desk, like, RIGHT NOW!
Shining's nostrils flared at the excited scent of a woman. That heated spice made the nose feel nice. It should have dried his mouth and emptied his brain. His every focus should have been her—and smelling more of the musk's source.
Then his stomach growled.
"Try a shower before that, hon."
Cadance quietly and calmly left the study and, seconds later, a scream for death consumed the hallway. During its duration, a blue aura surrounded the study's door. It closed with a click, muffling distant yells.
Since WHEN has my charm failed! It never fails! He used to beat it in the boy's locker room BECAUSE I flashed him beneath my skirt once! Cadance posed before the mirror and arched her hips to the side. Is it me? Are my looks fading?
She glanced down at her creamy, fuzz-covered cleavage, the round and soft twins. Not too big and not too small. The perfect size for her figure overall. Turning in place, she pushed out her ass, much the same result. The sleek, inward curve of her frame tickled even her own eyes.
Nah! I could still knock a set of jocks dead.
It was just her Shiny being an idiot.
Like usual.
So what was she to do? She could lay at the end of his desk, spreading and touching herself, and he wouldn't even lift his eyes from the papers. Not even Celestia doing the same would cause him the budge. A sudden moan tickled out from Cadance's throat. Closing her legs, she rubbed her thighs, quelling the heat brewing between.
I could always do the job myself... gah! I don't want that! I just want him! I just want him to spread me wide and fuck me hard! Even if I could just be with his dick as he went through those documents, that would be enough! That... t-that would be enough!
Metal clicked from the kitchen. Cadance stepped toward it and stopped before the counter. Grabbing the recently toasted buns, she placed them on the plate surrounded by ingredients. She giggled while preparing his sandwich.
Little one-on-one with his cock is ALL-LL-LLL I'll need.
Finishing the sliced meat, cheese, tomato, and lettuce sandwich, she raised the plate and took it to the hall. A bounce in her steps from the promise of a good fuck, she smiled at coming to the door.
Her hand went to knock.
"Dear... could we not do this now?" Shining would say with his eyes squinted on the sprawls of black text. "It's nice and all for you to sit on my lap like this, but now I can't see the paper."
She huffed as her hand hovered before the door.
"I could always blow him... m-maybe that would be enough?"
"Honey... I appreciate the stress relief. I really do. But it's getting hard to focus, and I really need to—"
"Bah!" Cadance waved a hand through the bubbles of her imagination as she fumed in place. She needed dick. That's all it boiled to. Pressed against something hard and soft, inhaling its rich musk as it fucked her raw. They hadn't done it in a few days. And her loins tingled with horrible anticipation.
There's always that ONE spell...
Cadance thought about it for a moment.
To hell with it.
The table stretched like the desert, and the room loomed around her. Tremendous scribbling sketched the sky with the sound as a quill rose in the odd, curved shape of a tower. A white hand pinched the structure, a moving monstrosity of massiveness.
How the hell did you miss me putting the plate onto the table?
Cadance laid on her side in the lettuce garden, feeling the rising, heated waves that rose from the toasted buns. She wore a frown looking upward at her immense love. Blurry and expanding beyond her vision, she watched his concentrated face.
How the hell do you miss your wife shrinking herself onto your sandwich?
Shining's ice eyes flicked to the sandwich as he nodded to himself. Returning to his paper, his eyes scanned across what he had written. With an annoyed click of his teeth, he crossed out a word, all while his horn lit with magic.
"Thanks, hon!"
Cadance blinked with a face of rage as a shadow passed over. Looking up to the underside of the saucer of wheat, she watched the top bun being lowered. Crossing her arms did nothing as the weighty bread fell atop of her. Everything darkened as the lettuce rustled and scrunched from the pressure.
The covering pressed and pinned Cadance. It twisted, and so did she, squished through the green to the tomato beneath. Her back pushed into the bun, outlining her frame. Once the magic had been done smushing the bun into the sandwich, some of the pressure relented, but Cadance remained drained.
No. No, no, no. Nu-uh.
You were supposed to fuck me.
You weren't supposed to fuck me FUCK ME.
Hatred and arousal rolled Cadance onto her front. Stuffed between tomatoes and lettuce, she crawled forward through the blotches of dressing, which greased across her coat. She moaned, leaving a dashing of something herself. The baked food warmed her like being inside a sauna of heated ingredients.
The vast sandwich rose like an elevator as sliced light blurred into the interior of the burger. Cadance crawled over and under lone vines of onion. On reaching the edge of the meal, she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs, planting her feet into the brown ceiling.
Lifting it enough to create an opening.
Cadance looked between her raised legs, seeing the muzzle of her love, a strong, white block. The burger flew as the lips opened ahead. A black mouth revealed her final destination.
You weren't supposed to FUCK ME fuck me!
Nothing could be done about that as the edge of the sandwich flew inside the darkness of the mouth and, as the whistling winds died to the echoes of a breath, a sudden force sliced down from behind. Still lying on her back, Cadance looked over her shoulder, across her pooled hair to the feeling from behind.
Tremendous teeth tore into the interior of the meal, through the bread and crunching the lettuce, slicing the vines of onions and cutting through the rest of the structure. The separate island bobbed side to side, as did Cadance on the ride, the piece separating from the meal.
Shining!
The island of wheat and meat wobbled on the tongue as it disassembled from the sways. Candace's feet pushed the ceiling to the right, which fell and toppled onto the organ, sliding from there and wedging into the space between the open teeth.
Cadance flipped around as light shone on her flustered, horrified face as she scampered over the hill of lettuce. Looking out from the edge of the piece, she watched the rest of the sandwich float away, out from the lips.
Everything tilted forward as the monster tilted his head down; the white canvas viewed the world from inside his maw. Cadance fell into the closing lips, bouncing onto their soft mattress. The beast knocked his head back, throwing her with the remains of the meal.
Cadence crashed onto the tongue and slid backward, feeling the bumps of taste buds pounding her back and rump. Beginning spittle splashed around her sliding form. Grabbing handfuls of muscle, she slowed and stopped, catching herself for a moment.
Until the monster, hummed, breathed, and chewed.
Cadance's eyes widened at feeling the breath blast at her back, echoing its pitch, its boom, how it stole sound and replaced the world with its tone. Distant slicks of spit crumbled around the living dome of flesh. To the sides, the towering piece of the burger had fallen.
And gnawing teeth tore into the meal.
Cadance gasped as the tongue rose and tilted from side to side, breaking her grip and rolling her the same, dipping before the chewing teeth. Paste of brown and red and green clumped onto her minuscule frame. Pinning her beneath a hill of chewed goods, a downfall of heavy, carmel snow.
No, no! This isn't what I want! Not this at all!
Cadance had wanted to be tiny and stranded on her husband's cock. To stand before a tower of meat that would be impossible to please. To lay back on his head's flare and hump a structure to multiple finishes. She would even take being between his balls, or having the heavy twins set upon her.
She would gladly touch herself silly if her stud of a husband had sat on the chair, with no remorse, and dropped his balls on top of her. To shift every now and again, dragging her across the seat beneath his sack. To have their mass on her back and their musk in her constant smell.
Instead, I'm inside his mouth, pounded by his chewed food, and set to be stored on his stomach!
To be locked away within the depths of his frame, beneath his chest and behind his belly, stored in the cavern stored at the centre of his body. To be carried within miles of stallion, with dense flesh all around, organs and veins, his stallionhood forever so far away.
No!
Cadance broke an arm from the pile into the opening, more and more weight set on her back, the growing pile of mesh reaching dangerous height. Some of it scooped backward into a separate pile.
Now able to pull herself from the mush, the girl clambered forward, bits of green stuck across her coat, a string of onion strewn over her shoulder. The pink land arched higher, and she ascended, reaching the tip of the beach as, in the distance, the lips opened once more.
Revealing the enormous burger with a bite missing.
The breath on her back and consuming her ears was the last sound Cadance heard clearly. The burger filled the mouth and blotted out the light. Wet smacks surrounded a low, satisfied moan. Shining had no clue his wife was on his tongue. That he was dominating her with the barest functions of all. That she was a mesh in his mush, and his softest sounds bleared like concerts.
Sudden suction plucked the mare from the tongue as she flew backward with the current, flaring her arms to reach for anything. Her wings flexed by the time she struck the back of the float, buzzing against the deafening swallow.
Cadance looked forward as the gigantic heap of ground food pulled toward her. With a final exhale, she closed her eyes, smacked by the mountain and brought back with it. She looked to the back of the throat out of instinct. That great veil of thin skin that opened at the food's sensation.
GUU-LLLL-LLL-PPP!
Everything turned as it fell into the tight passage of gulps and breaths and the undulating of puffy confines. Cadance gasped as the living tunnel clenched upon him, plucking her from the rest of the mess. A cough passed upward, a violent boom and force, its winds slashing her skin.
Then came the pressure from a throat seized up. The walls crinkled as they shifted over Cadance's body, wet and soft and warm, massaging into her naked body. Filling the space between her legs and dumbly pressing and mounting her mounds. They conformed to her body’s every curve and shape, squishing both her ass and chest, a crushing squeeze that filled her with need.
That's right! Notice the tiny woman inside your throat that wants to be coughed up onto your junk! Or even your chest. A nice gallop through white fields atop firm muscles composed of your smell should ALSO do the trick!
Then came the thing from the outside. The massive monstrosity pressed against the throat and into her. Cadance's head rolled up, the throat's muscles, stealing the exposed space and keeping her as such. The thing outside tapped and touched against her, moving her, playing with her.
His fingers. He's feeling me, right now, through his throat. Touching me all over as his muscles keep me prisoner. Come on, hon. Let me out. Know that you swallowed your wife. That you ate her with the rest of your sandwich like she was nothing. Don't send her to your tummy. Please don't make her listen to your breathing, heartbeat, and other unconscious functions. Don't force her to stay the night where all your food is kept as she listens for the moment when you'll finally beat that massive cock of yours.
Cadance felt the pressure mount above her head and, with a solid, downward push, felt her body catch with slime as she slid down. The walls pulsated again as they carried her through the long passage. The bulge in his throat thinned and then disappeared behind his collarbone. Hidden beneath white fur, firm muscles, and a barrier of flesh.
She cried as the tunnel arched, and she gained with speed. All was dark and the flesh crinkled with wetness. Across from her, the apartment of his heartbeat, nearly killing her hearing due to her proximity. The sound faded as it passed above, and she descended.
I'm going to be sent inside his stomach. Stored and locked away as a messy, horny mess, forced to get off to the slightest thing he does. Be it the boom of his walking feet or hearing his voice from the inside. Letting the grumbles of his stomach rock me as I touch myself silly.
But maybe she would be blessed? Perhaps after all that teasing—and the slough of paperwork—her love would decide to pump one out? To retreat to their bed and stroke himself to he was long and hard, infused by the stained panties she had left on his pillow? That would be something new, something different.
The muscles squeezed Cadance tightly, locking her in place before spitting her forward, where the subsequent muscles clenched her again. Each section milked her figure, delighting in her shape. Cadance fished a hand to her pussy and shoved two fingers deep—aided by the pulsation of thick flesh against her knuckles.
How deeply she would hear his sounds and experience his sensations. To be tucked away in his creamy belly as he pulled his shaft against it, unaware of how close his wife was to his joy. To hear his deep breathing from within, how everything, the walls and the ground, warmed from his arousal. To have an environment by the transition of lust alone.
And the sound.
The long strokes of his cock were muffled by his stomach walls. The smacking of his balls against the bed and from inside Cadance's cage. His breathing, fast and slow, high and low, decided the size of her cell. Waves would break over the waters to the thumping of his hips and the jerking of his dick.
How everything inside of him—including her—would be directed by the lust of his cock.
Cadance didn't even care when the opening in the ground nibbled on her feet, an unconscious body function that feasted on her, detecting something different. It carried up her frame as her legs kicked in the open space. Once it finished snapping around her face and head like a hat, it passed up, the tunnel spitting her into the sac.
She fell into a puddle that splashed out from her body. Beneath it, the ground quivered, a constant beating joined to the pounding of the bell above. The waters shook around her as sludge dropped from above.
Cadance stared up at the opening as the shadow of the heap squished and spread over her. The paste thinned across the space to the happy beating of the flesh. Moans roared from above. The feeling of an empty belly being filled.
The girl beneath the mess crawled forward, with brown paste tangled in her hair, the pulsating ground kneading her breasts. The waters were warm, and the flesh burned as it softly pinched at her. Crawling to the other side of the sac, she flipped around, resting against the clove.
Afar, more lazy drips of food dropped into the stomach, beginning to fill the place. Looking around to the strange dip and rises in the ceilings and walls, Cadance realised the space was shrinking.
And that her husband still worked.
It would appear as though I'll be in here for a while, Cadance mused as she looked down with a sigh, casting a shield over herself, which blocked any dangers from the place. It, however, would do nothing for her lust. And I doubt he'll be leaving his work anytime soon. I could TRY to get off to the fact my husband devoured me whole and stashed me with the rest of his eaten food... his body keeping me captive... all while he remains unaware of how deeply his wife is inside of him...
Her hand lowered between her legs and, even though her loins jolted at the touch, it was the release her lust had desired. She wanted him. Something to be done with him. Getting off to being locked away in his tummy and passed across his body wouldn't be enough to stroke that extra button.
And even before she could do anything...
...a valve opened in the middle of the field, stretching wider and drawing a whirlpool, one that nabbed Cadance's legs. The current yanked her from the cosy cove and dragged her across the ground. Splashes surged around the space as the neon waters crashed wildly.
Above, the pink walls of the stomach curved inward as though crushing into itself.
Cadance tilted her head back and drew a breath as she passed over the valve, falling into its narrowed depths, crashing into a sag a couple feet downward. The waters crossed her as the tubes of liver squeezed her. There wasn't an inch of space in the dark tunnel.
They squeezed, then released her, passing her a foot down before compressing once more, then letting her go another foot. It carried like this from left to right, from curve to turn, through the intimacy of the stallion's bowels. Thankfully, it was clean beyond the usual slime that lubed the princess.
A princess passed through her husband's bowels with a one-way trajectory out his rump!
Cadance couldn't even reach herself, forced to be teased and pleased by the unconscious functions of her love, always kept hot and on edge but never drawn to finish. And it carried on like this as she headed toward his rump, that massive, gigantic one, currently seated on a chair, as the male himself continued to grade papers.
If only I hadn't wasted all of my magic in reducing my size... then I could have teleported my way out of here! But now I'll have to deal with him taking a seat on a toilet only to squeeze me out. That should prove odd enough for him to check in the bowl.
Cadance moaned and closed an eye in imagining it. Feeling the strength of his legs from being locked in the centre between them, their long sways and powerful steps, all leading him to the bathroom due to the tickle of his wife close to his backside.
How he would plant that firm behind on the toilet seat and escort his wife, cleanly, from between his flanks, expelling her into the pool shadowed by his massive derriere. Immersed in water before breaking to the surface, Cadance would splash around, coughing and whipping around, looking up to the sky sealed by her husband's underside.
Rolling hills of white that would only pull away after she had a good long look at them.
Then that giant hulk would turn around and stare inside a toilet, a place where she never thought she would wind inside. How he would look at her in confusion. He would need to process having eaten her and passed her through his body. Then, in the end, exactly how she wound up inside the toilet beneath him.
I wonder if he would still debate flushing.
None of that came to be. Candace managed the magical strength to teleport herself out from her husband and safely onto the ground by his feet. She laid on the sprawling, wooden ground and napped to recover her strength. That damn heat nipped at her lips the whole time.
It was close to the morning where Cadance decided her course for revenge.
Normal size and in the kitchen, she sat there, still naked, though washed of the crimes from her husband's insides. Waiting until the light went out from the study and his feet carried down the hallway. He didn't even bother with anything. Straight to bed. Deal with everything come tomorrow.
You're not getting off THAT easily, honey.
She waited until hearing the bedroom door close and footsteps shamble close to the bed. Knowing exactly his position, she closed her eyes and lit her horn, concertinaing on his existence. With an imploding explosion, the magic snapped her love, summoning him onto her plate.
Cadance smirked down at the table while looming from her lofty height. Her sleepy husband clambered onto the first pancake, carrying his previous motion and unaware of the subsequent. He rolled onto the warm surface of the pancake, settling, though his itty-bitty body shifted on the strangeness.
And now it's time to give him a show!
Cadance looked forward and pretended to not see the tiny stallion lying on the centre of her pancake. Rather, she reached for the syrup, squirting it in a circle. Little cries whimpered from her dish. Her ears perked, but her eyes flicked elsewhere, caught with an internal matter.
She squirted the syrup into the centre of her pancake, directly onto her husband, lathering him in a heap as she topped him off. Shining swam in the golden liquid, slowed and sticky, barely breaking the surface as she set aside the bottle.
"Cadance!"
Cadance knew she shouldn't have smiled—it gave herself away.
Still, she smirked, picking up another pancake and dropping it onto him, creating a stack that would serve as breakfast. She took extra delight in twisting the top into the button, feeling the struggles of the bump beneath it. Once Shining was locked between the two, Cadance began to eat her meal, humming an idle tune.
It didn't take long, in cutting and bringing a slice into her mouth, that her husband peeked out from the meal. She'd cut a slice, and his tiny body wiggled to the front, between the two pieces, sticking out toward her mouth.
Her lips separated and his arms crossed, and he screamed as she breathed into him—before stealing him into her mouth. Cadance's soft lips closed after him, storing the meal and treat inside her maw. Now that she no longer had to act, Cadance moaned, sitting back and touching a hand to her cheek.
Wait for it...
There it came. That breaking from between the pieces and the lump that tumbled onto her tongue. He was near the tip of her tongue, struggling across it. Looking down with a smile, Cadance pushed her tongue into the ceiling of her mouth, squishing him against softness and firmness.
"Mm-hmm-mmmh!"
The vibrations tore across him as the force rumbled inside of him. He was pinned between the two as breath and sound sliced through him. Cadance chuckled to herself, aware of her intake of breath, that sweet, feminine voice, turned absolutely monstrous to the one tiny and stranded in the middle of an orchestra.
Cadance then lowered her tongue and wiggled it around, forcing him to clamber from side to side, fighting to keep centre on the bridge of an appendage. She chewed food at the side, slowly, delicately, mindful of the created heaps of paste and how close they rained to the tiny one.
Wait for it...
Shining reached the tip of her tongue, and, for his reward, her mouth opened again, fresh air drawing inward—as well as the next piece of her pancake. He cried out her mouth like a stranded sailor to the sea. Those cries were suffocated from the heap of pancake that dropped atop him.
And the lips that closed—and sealed—on him afterwards.
Cadance dropped the fork to the ground and slumped back in her seat, kneading a breast with a hand as another sank between her legs, stroking the lips of her cunt gladly. Inflicting revenge was enough to tickle that special spot. To express that heat the way it needed to be.
She chewed for a little bit and then swallowed, not making a show out of it, leaning her head back and following the load with a hand. Her finger found him in the bulge, sinking onto him and assisting him downward. She traced him beneath her collarbone and through the valley between her chest.
All the way down to that taut little belly of hers. Thin and pink and a prison for him. Cadance moaned and licked her lips, patting her stomach and rubbing circles, entering a series of fingers into her privates. Her hips thrust as her torso twisted.
Cadance then stopped and settled, feeling something rise, a little burp that devoid the one inside of precious air. She giggled and laughed and slapped her tummy again. Then, while lowering and looking at it, the strange girl spoke to her belly button.
"Don't you worry, little love," Cadance began with a smile, a veil of mane covering an eye. "I know you're there. Stuck and locked deep inside of me. Wound so deeply in that tight little tummy you like so much. The one you admire when it's exposed in a bikini. I could go out to the beach right now, and all the guys watching me would have no clue of the little husband stored away in his big hot wife."
Cadance laughed and pulled away. "I needed you to help me for a round, but my mean, busy little husband wouldn't make the time." She shook her head and clicked her teeth, slapping her stomach around, feeling him jolt around inside. I love how he moves in there! "The only way I could get you inside of me... is if I actually ate you! Devour you from your paperwork. Ensure my tummy barred you from your duties."
Another laugh as she leaned from side to side, feeling how he slid one way, then another, scampering and struggling to find his balance from inside his wife's centre. Cadance debated about jumping and shaking—but thought against it.
"How about it? Think you can escape? Tear your way through my belly button and get back to your desk?" Cadance twisted in place, curving his prison. "Because I'm not letting you out until I've had my fun... and you have yours. Now with you inside of me, I'm going to touch myself silly."
Her fingers plunged inside herself, an exhaust of steam trailing out her cunt, the heat of her \musk turning her on. Her thumb tweaked her clit. Rotating against it to her ass thumping against the chair.
"I want to know that my little husband is getting off to me inside of there," Cadance followed as her tongue lolled out from her mouth. She slurped it back inside but exhaled it out with a moan. "Hearing my breathing and my racing heart. The thumping of my chest and the rocking of my body. Can you hear my pussy from inside of there? Probably not... but you should be able to imagine what's happening between my legs."
Cadance giggled before laughing, rising higher in heat and power, touching unprecedented levels of arousal. She didn't even bother with a toy. Not even another stallion to fuck as her tiny boy-toy swayed inside her stomach. No. Knowing his little body was inside her gigantic belly, touching himself to every little thing she did... that was enough. That he was alive. That he was inside of her. Jerking his cock while in her waters. Stuck in that stadium of a stomach.
Knowing that was happening inside of her sufficed.
"And if you don't jerk off?" Cadance followed. "Then you'll be leaving me the way all-l-ll the other food does! Or maybe someone wants to leave his wife from her behind." She then focused on herself, closing her eyes, warm dribbles soaking her hand. "Now get to work, Shining. You have a giant, horny wife to please!"
