Author's Note
Happy international ballbusting day everypony
Bruised Merchandise
While working on the budget on the shop Mr. Cake realizes he had forgotten to buy his wife an anniversary gift this year. Thinking long and hard he brainstorms about what to get her and reluctantly takes a look at some old photos. He comes across some of their, but mainly her ballbusting photos she had Pinkie take with her and him, a fetish that he didn’t care for, but his wife LOVED, though he puts up with it because as much as he doesn't like getting his balls busted, he loves seeing his wife smile even more. He gazes upon one picture that has her busting his balls with a swift swing of a rolling pin and one of her actually rolling it on his balls. He chuckles to himself as he looks at his fond memories and wife’s smile.
With a sudden realization he gasps and slowly shuts the book, he puts the album back and walks upstairs to his room. Luckily for him his wife is out making deliveries with Pinkie Pie and isn’t expected back for a few hours. Opening the closest to get out some paper he gazes upon a rolling pin hanging on the wall and a cold shiver runs down his spine, it’s the same rolling pin that his wife once used on his balls in one of her raunchy escapades.
Heading over to a desk, Mr. Cake takes out a pen and starts writing on the paper a desperate last minute gift, “This coupon is good for one free buck to the balls. No expiration date and to limit as to how hard except your own. Consumed upon usage” He writes down with a little drawing of back hooves bucking and cracking a pair of eggs to give it a humorous touch
After finishing the coupon he cuts it out in a rectangular form and places it on top of another coupon he plans on taking down to the newspaper to have them add it to the newspaper to boost business and sales.
The next day, Mr, Cake gets up bright and early to take his discount coupon to the newspaper. Still half asleep he grabs tomorrow’s coupon and takes it to the newspaper without checking it before leaving it there in their hooves. The pony running the newspaper printer looks at it but shrugs it off, placing it in the machine to get it printed in the newspaper.
Mr. Cake goes about his day, running the bakery as he eagerly awaits the next day to where he can surprise his wife with his present and secretly hope she cashes in right away. After a long day he retires to bed with his wife, kissing her on the head goodnight as he drifts off to sleep.
The next morning Mr. Cake wakes up bright and early before he opens the shop, he makes his wife’s favorite breakfast, cinnamon oatmeal with freshly cut strawberries and a cup of Foalger’s coffee. He brings it up to her in bed and places the coupon on the tray. “Honey bunch, it’s time to wake up” the earth pony baker gently coos as his wife slowly opens her eyes.
Gasping in surprise at what she saw, her husband eagerly said “Happy Anniversary, dear.” before placing the tray over her lap.
“Oh, Thank you, Dear, but you didn’t have to go through all the trouble,” Mrs. Cake said as she took the spoon and began eating the oatmeal.
“I know, but I wanted to,” Mr. Cake replied as he pulled the covers off her back hooves and began massaging her back hooves. With a sigh of despair, Mr. Cake looks at his wife, ``I forgot to buy a gift this year so I made one instead, it’s right there on the tray,” Mr, Cake said as he pressed into his wie’s hooves.
Picking up the coupon Mrs. Cake lost some excitement as she turned it around and read it aloud. 50% off sale at Surgarcube corner, expires next week.``
Carrot Cake gasps as he hears the words, getting up to see if she is trolling his face recoils in shock as he sees that she ain’t.
“This is our coupon for 50% off perchaches, I thought you were gonna put it in the paper?” Mrs. Cake asked, confused.
“I thought I did, I was gonna give you a special coupon that………..” Mr. Cake trails off as he realized the mistake he’d made. Looking out the window, he was horrified to see a line of ponies a mile long, each holding a cut out coupon.
Closing the curtain, Mr. Cake stared to sweat bullets. “Oh Buck me,” Mr. Cake exclaims in a hushed tone causing Mrs. Cake to grin mischievously.
Walking towards her husband she kisses his cheek. “I think I know what this special coupon is. You were going to let me bust your balls weren't you?” Mrs. Cake asked as she swished her tail between his legs, causing him to yip in fright.
“I-I’m not honoring everypony’s coupon.” The terrified baker stuttered, sweat pooling around his hooves.
“Oh, I’m afraid you’ll have to, what kind of reputation will we receive if you don’t honor it? You’ll lose your credibility as a professional business man.” The blue baker chimed, playing in on his fears and making him question what he’s going to do.
His stomach tied itself in knots as he started to dry heave out of fear. “B-but,” Mr. Cake tries to interject but was stopped when his wife presses her lips against his.
Breaking the kiss, Mrs. Cake flashed her eyes at him, “Please let this be my present, sugar pie, I’ll reward you greatly for it,” she asked with puppy dog eyes.
With a long exasperated sigh Carrot Cake looked up. “Fine,” he said as he knocked on Pinkie’s door. “Pinkie, get the rack,” Mr. Cake said in defeat.
Upon hearing this Pinkie rolled out a gallow-like rack, prepared for a long day. As she rolled it past Mrs. Cake she stopped her.
“Pinkie, dearie. If you have a coupon you should use it,” Mrs. Cake said gleefully, ecstatically waiting to open the shop.
Pinkie with a happy grin looked at her employer, smiling, but yet a serious demeanor was plastered on her face. “I do have a coupon, but I just think I’ll give it to you, I don’t think me busting his balls would be good for our relationship,” Pinkie said as she pushed the rack outside.
“It’s ok, Pinkie. If you have a coupon you better use it. I made the mistake and now I must lie in my bed.” Mr. Cake said in defeat as he flipped the sign to say open.
Upon opening the shop, Mr. Cake helped Pinkie Pie push out the rack and tie him up, his front hooves were outstretched over his head and his hind legs were spread to reveal his hanging package. Mr. Cake sighed in defeat as Pinkie and Mrs. Cake came out to watch, Mrs. Cake saving her coupon for last.
Pinkie decided to be the first one and placed her coupon in a box next to the rack and took her position, knowing that Pinkie has unfathomable powers, the whipped baker closed his eyes as Pinkie hiked her hind legs up and bucked as hard as she could.
Mr. Cake groaned in agony as he suppressed a scream, he struggled to look at the massive line of ponies, all of them mares.
The next mare came up and Mr. Cake’s heart sank to the pit of his stomach as he saw her approach, Pinkie gave an excited gasp as she came up to chew the fat with Mrs. Cake and her for a bit. “Morning, Pinkie,” the mare spoke in a monotone voice.
“Gooooooood morning, Maud.” Pinkie Pie replied as Maude rummaged through her bag and brought out a coupon, smiling ear to ear as she watched her sister bring out the coupon, Pinkie leaned in close to her sister, “I shoulda known you’d come, you always had this secret side to you and even showed me at one point,” Pinkie teased as Maude then went to the gallows and placed her coupon in the box, turning around she hicked her legs up and bucked at Mr. Cake’s balls, making him gasp for air.
Groaning in agony, Mr. Cake looked up, the unamused look plastered on Maud’s face made him feel more nervous than comforted, he couldn’t tell if Maude enjoyed it or not, but one look at Pinkie’s smiling mug told him that Maude did enjoy kicking him, the pain he felt was like how a rock must feel being under her hoof.
As Maude walked away the next mare came up, Mr, Cake was shocked as he saw Ms. Cheerilee deposit her coupon in the box and proceed to rear her hind legs. “Ms. Cheerilee, you’re a teacher and you partake in this, don’t tell me you allow this at school,” Mr. Cake asked, worried that his daughter may be influenced by this teacher.
“Oh, I don’t allow ballbusting at school, what the students do in their freetime in their business. But just because I’m a teacher doesn’t mean I can’t have fun, and I had a real stressful week and this will remedy that,” the teacher replied as she bucked his balls. Mr. Cake gasped at the power put behind Cheerilee’s kick, he groaned as she began to walk away and two more mares took her place.
Looking up at the two mares, Mr. Cake was met by the smiling mugs of Lyra and Bon Bon. He was shocked to see them here and even more shocked to see that they enjoyed this. Mr. Cake was too stunned to speak so all he could do was watch as the two put their coupons in the box.
Bon Bon takes her position and bucks his balls with all her might, leaving him gasping for air as Lyra steps up and without warning bucks his nuts quickly.
Gasping for air as he takes two bucks to the nuts consecutively, Mr. Cake fought the urge to vomit, he gasped for air as slobber started to drip from his mouth and pool on the ground. Lyra and Bon Bon both laughed at the poor baker’s predicament and even stroked his cheeks with their tails, making him involuntarily erect for the next mare after them.
As they walked off, the next mare took her spot, looking up Mr. Cake saw that it was Aloe. “Aloe, what are you doing here,” Mr. Cake asked as he hung there, submitting to his fate.
“Research, darling. And killing two birds with one stone, as one of the spa ponies I need to know how delicate a stallions rod and testicles are so we can massage them properly,” she said s she deposited her coupon and reared her back legs, she bucked at the baker’s balls making him howl out in pain as she makes a mental note out loud. “Extremely delicate, not too much force is needed and must be like cradling a baby,” she said as she walked off.
As she walked off, Mr. Cake was engulfed by a shadow of a large mare, when he looked up to see who was standing over him his face turned red and white simultaneously as he lowered his head back down as if to bow followed by every other pony.
With a giggle the mare then spoke, “You don’t have to be so formal my little ponies,” she said as she deposited her coupon in the box and hiked her hind hooves.
“Princess Celestia, what are you doing here, and you like this thing,” Mr. Cake asked both shocked and terrified as Celestia giggled.
“I do, and Twilight sent me a letter, she knows I like this so it was sweet of her,” she replied as she bucked her hind legs and hit his low hanging fruit, making him groan in agony as he tried not to scream.
After the six mares bucked him in his balls, most of them laughing and even licking or biting their lips as he moaned out in pain, he saw Granny Smith walking up, a smile spread across the hurt baker’s muzzle. “Oh thank Celestia. Finally a break.’ He thought to himself as she placed her coupon in the box that has accumulated a small amount of redeemed coupons. ‘Granny Smith isn’t in her prime, so a buck from her will feel less painful, like the gentle love bites of a kitte……….’ Mr. Cake’s thoughts were interrupted as a wave of pain overtook him, his balls scrunched up between the hooves of Granny Smith and his pelvic bone as he gasped for air. His eyes watered up from the impact as he fell limp, gasping for air as his sack throbbed from the pain.
“Don’t think me weak, just yet, sonny.” Granny Smith said with a cackling laugh as she took off, the next customer coming up.
To Mr. Cake’s surprise, it was Twilight. He didn’t think she would be into this but his hopes were soon dashed when she ignited her horn.
“At the rate you are accepting these coupons, you are bound to go infertile before the day is over, but luckily, Trixie taught me the Prometheus spell.” Twilight said as she put the enchantment on Mr. Cake’s swollen testicles.
Mr. Cake’s eyes widened when Twilight said the name of the spell, he knew very well that it was a curse for any stallion unfortunate enough to have it casted on them. Though it is true it heals their package so they won’t go infertile, it would also mean that mares could constantly hit them down there as hard as they wanted and they would still be fine, but the pain is never dulled.
Twilight giggled as she put the spell on her friend and put a scrap of paper in the box. Sweating profusely Carrot Cake closed his eyes as Twilight reared her back legs and bucked while casting a strength enhancing spell.
Mr. Cake gasped as he fought the urge to vomit again, taking deep breaths he was able to overcome the nausea, but the line only had but a dent in it and stretched to Celestia knows where.
Gasping from the last kick, Carrot Cake struggled to keep his eyes open, he could only make out a blurred image of a pony with a purple mane.
Lurched over in pain, he tried to hear who it was by voice.
“Hello, Mrs. Cake. How are you darling?” He heard the pony speak to his wife, he knew immediately that it was Rarity.
“I’m doing great dear, my sweetie here just forgot our anniversary and thought to give me a ballbusting coupon, unfortunately for him it got printed for the whole town, but I think this is better.” Cupcake replied as Rarity giggled and put her coupon in the box.
“Rarity, please. You’re a lady, it wouldn’t be ladylike of you to indulge in something this uncouth,” Carrot Cake cried out, desperately trying to avoid another kick to the groin so soon.
Rarity chortled as she came and stood in front of him she gently placed a hoof beneath his chin so that their eyes could meet. Straining into the pitiful baker’s eyes Rarity gleefully smiled. “I decide what is ladylike, darling, besides,” Rarity cut herself short as she turned around, rearing up her back legs Mr.Cake braced for impact as Rarity let loose and bucked as hard as she could, “I too have my kinks, me being a lady doesn’t mean that I don’t,” she said before trotting off. The kick from Rarity left Mr. Cake winded, he struggled to take a breath as his ball bounced from the force, he moaned knowing that more is to come, but is not looking forward to it.
Mr. Cake struggled to take a breath, with each passing buck to the nads he had to struggle more as they throbbed from the pain, thankfully the line was thinning out, but there were still a lot of mares that waited patiently to bust the poor baker’s balls.
Mr. Cake was on the verge of being knocked out, but the spell Twilight had cast on him also prevented that so he was forced to endure every excruciating moment as the next mare stepped up and placed her coupon in the box. The yellow baker’s eyes widened as he saw the orange mare approach him. “Well, Sugarcube, looks like ya got yerself in a sticky situation,” the farm pony said as she turned around and reared her hind legs.
Mr. Cake closes his eyes and braces for impact as he sees Applejack gearing up, knowing full well what she’s capable of, he offered no resistance as she bucked his balls and he was thrown into the midst of pain as his balls cried in agony as they bounced from the impact. Mr. Cake struggled to take a breath as the next mare up, with hardly any time to recover she placed her coupon in the box and turned around, her Rainbow tail flicking about as she readied herself to buck the baker. “Gotta make this quick, got to get to Wonderbolt HQ,” was all she said before bucking as hard as she could, Mr, Cake groaning in agony as he started to drool from the pain, gasping frantically as he tried to catch his breath.
Rainbow Dash left, leaving the scene as the next mare took her turn. Mr. Cake at this point struggled to keep his eyes open from the tears that had been forming in his eyes with each kick.
When Mr. Cake finally managed to get a good glimpse of his surroundings, he saw the sun was setting and one last mare had just placed her coupon in the box. Mr. Cake smiled as the yellow pegasus approached him, keeping his eyes open he watched her turn around and rear up her legs, expecting a gentle kick. Mr. Cake was soon met with disappointment as the air was knocked out of him, his balls crying in agony as Fluttershy kicked with almost the same force as Applejack.
Gasping for air and struggling to talk, Mr. Cake looked at the timid pegasus. “I-I didn’t expect you to be so strong,” he said, his voice raspy as he tried to speak.
Grinning from ear to ear, Fluttershy just looked at him. “Looks can be deceiving. Also, I love ballbusting, seeing the pained expression on the one receiving the blow, their cries and moans of agony as they beg me to stop is such a turn on,” Fluttershy said, her face blushing and tongue rolling out as she thinks of it. “I just love it when I bust my Discord’s balls, the look of terror on his face just turns me on, and this is how I let out my frustration with Angel when he’s in his moods,” She continued before leaving.
Mr. Cake blushes bright red at hearing the most timid pony talk like that, his cock trying to come out as Mrs. Cake and Pinkie untie him.
“Don’t relax too soon, you still have one more customer,” Mrs. Cake said as she dragged her husband to their bed, she pushed him down on his back as she went to the closet and pulled out her rolling pin. Mr. Cake’s eyes widen as he watches his wife put her coupon on the nightstand and then proceeds to swing the rolling pin, bating his nuts with tremendous force as she begins to roll the pin over them, grinding and squeezing them into the mattress as he groans in pain.
As soon as Mrs. Cake finishes busting his balls, she tosses the rolling pin back into the closet. “I think you’ve been through enough, now let’s let you have some fun,” the blue mare said as she got onto the floor and hiked her ass up, bending down as she wiggled her rear as her pussy winked at her husband.
Blushing bright red, Mr. Cake got up and groaned as his cock got erect, moaning in agony he mounts his wife and plunges his cock in her wet pussy with a wet “SQUELCH” sound.
Mrs. Cake moaned in pleasure as her husband started to thrust into her, her vaginal walls squeezing his cock making him moan in pleasure, but Mr. Cake also moaned in pain as with each thrust, his balls would slap Mrs. Cakes’s ass, the impacts enough for Mr.Cake to recoil in pain, but not enough to make him pull out.
As they hump each other Mr. Cke gets closer to the point of climax, as he gives one final thrust he climaxes and shoots a load of his seed deep into his wife making her moan as she climaxes, coating his pelvis in her vaginal juices.
Pulling his cock out, Mr. Cake pants heavily as his wife does the same, the two wash up in the bathroom and then hit the sack, cuddling next to each other, Mr. Cake wraps his hooves around his wife. “Thank you, for the perfect gift, honey,” Mrs. Cake said as she buried her head into his chest.
“You’re welcome, sweetie,” Mr. Cake replied as he kissed her forehead, falling asleep with her knee gently resting on his throbbing balls.
