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Anon liked Sugar Cube Corner. Great donuts and cupcakes and milkshakes. Good everything. And the staff were super friendly and accommodating of his small stature. Being human was tough enough in a world of ponies. Being an inch tall was even harder. So they made him his own little table that they placed on-top of a regular table and printed him his own menu. Talk about the royal treatment. Anon thought it was great.

However, after a month or two of regular visits to the sweet shop, Anon was starting to suspect something was off. Mrs. Cake tended to act... weird whenever she served him. At first it was easy to blow it off as simple equine body language he didn't understand. He couldn't use his human norms to measure pony behavior after all. Yet, as Anon's life in Equestria continued, it became ever clearer that human and pony body language was the same. Somehow. Which meant Mrs. Cake...

No. It was best not to even entertain those thoughts. They were dangerous on multiple levels. But Anon wasn't ready to abandon the sweets of Sugar Cube Corner so he'd have to be sneaky. Meticulously learning the Cake's schedule and who would be waiting tables each day. Then he'd only come on the days Pinkie or Mr. Cake were likely to be his server. After another month he was certain he had figured it out! The stress of navigating that mess was solved. With a sigh of pride and satisfaction Anon went to the shop with dreams of tasting something delicious.

His heart froze when he was greeted by Mrs. Cake, the big blue earth mare, in all her milf glory.

"Hello Anon!" she smiled happily.

Anon began to sweat and tugged on his collar. "H-hello Mrs. Cake," he replied nervously.

"Oh please," the mare blushed. "Call me Cup Cake," she requested with a little wave.

Anon swallowed. "Of course... Cup Cake."

She giggled. "Now, can I take you to your table, VIP?"

Anon wiped his forehead. "Yes please."

"Such a gentlecolt," she hummed. "Hop on. You know I'll be a smooth ride," she said while her voice dropped an octave and her brows lowered suggestively.

Bail. Bail. Bail. Anon's mind was screaming at him to make an excuse and get out of there. But he was also hungry and it was unlikely... Cup Cake... would do anything. He was willing to gamble it.

True to her promise the ride was smooth and nothing happened. Other than her cradling her hoof against her chest and sighing gently before she moved to put him down. Anon brushed it off and took his seat. He lifted his menu and quickly browsed the milkshakes. What flavor did he want to try today? Meanwhile, the mare loomed over him, having produced a notepad from her apron and stuck a pencil from behind her ear into her mouth. She was ready to take his order like a proper professional. Everything was suddenly so normal. Anon felt his shoulders relax and the tension bleed away. He made his decision and Mrs. Cake dutifully noted it down with a murmur about it being a "good choice".

The notepad went back in her apron as she stood and began to turn away. She took a step or two while trying to tuck the pencil back behind her ear, but then Anon heard the clack of a wood stick hitting the ground. "Oops," Mrs. Cake gasped dramatically. "Dropped my pencil," she quickly explained to Anon over her shoulder while blushing. For a moment the human snorted with amusement. These little embarrassing things happen sometimes. Poor Mrs. Cake, he thought.

The mare faced her backside towards the table Anon occupied and spread her rear hooves a bit. Then she bent down slowly, meticulously angling her butt higher and higher. Threatening to expose her private area to the minuscule human male at the table. Anon found himself facing the bubbly mare's very round ass cheeks. They overshadowed him like a celestial object in the sky. In a few seconds his shirt was drenched in sweat. If Mrs. Cake so much as wagged her tail he'd get a perfect view of her...

"Oh come back here you little rascal," the MARRIED mare mumbled as her snout bumped the pencil causing it to roll away from her teeth.

Her entire backside jiggled and tilted to one side as she took a step and stretched. Anon thought the muscles in his back would tighten so much he'd snap himself in half. He grabbed his menu and threw it up between himself and the towering butt. Even though he'd already ordered he desperately pretended to be searching for... something in its pages.

That moment cleared any doubt or alternative explanations. Mrs. Cake wanted him and she wasn't going to be subtle about it any more. If Mr. Cake found out about this Anon was a dead man.

Author's Note

I promised to write a story like this years ago. The closest I got was another flash fic that just had Mrs. Cake quickly butt crushing Anon. Wasn't really that good. So I hope this makes up for that half answered promise.

Also learned something interesting while writing this. Officially it is proper to put a period after any abbreviated word that still ends with the same letter as its full form. So "Mister" becomes "Mr." which still ends with an "r" therefor you're supposed to put a period. Interesting.