Author's Note

Contains well-described depiction of ponuts, pussy, crotchteats, ogling a young dragoness, masturbation with a vibrator, opening up about past sexual harassment, suppressed homosexuality, and a chapter consisting mostly of setup otherwise.

A Crumb of Temptation

Mrs. Cake opened her eyes, her ears flickering to the sound of clanking pans and hooves scampering up and down the stairs. Even though she would’ve loved to go back to sleep and get an hour or two more of shut-eye, she knew that it was important to see off her family and Pinkie Pie first. Getting up from her queen-sized bed, Mrs. Cake trotted to the door, her wide child-bearing hips and enormous blue ass cheeks swaying from side to side as she did so. Opening the door and walking towards the stairs, Mrs. Cake looked down to see her husband with their two foals in the stroller, both of them sleeping soundly by Celestia’s miracle. Mr. Cake didn’t even notice his wife at the top of the stairs until Pinkie bounced into view, staring up at Mrs. Cake and waving at her, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hi Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie whisper-shouted, glancing at the foals in the stroller still sleeping before looking to Mr. Cake. “I’ve got everything ready in the box, and Starlight Glimmer is outside to help us levitate it to the train station.”

“Oh good,” Mr. Cake smiled at the pink mare before looking at his wife as she climbed down the stairs. “Morning, sweetie.”

“Good morning,” Mrs. Cake briefly kissed her husband before bringing her face down to her foals, giving each of them a kiss on the forehead before looking back up at Mr. Cake and Pinkie Pie. “Oh golly, I’m going to really miss all of you while you’re gone.”

“Don’t fret, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie beamed at the blue mare. “We’ll only be gone for a few days, and it’ll give you the time to relax from the two foals.”

“That is true,” Mrs. Cake chuckled. “But I do have to hold the fort while you all are gone. Those desserts aren’t going to bake themselves in Canterlot. And since Twilight is ruler now, it makes sense that she’d want to visit you at the same time.”

“And I’ll be sure to take good care of your foals!” Pinkie bounced in place. “Pinkie Promise! Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!”

“I wouldn’t doubt that even without the promise,” Mrs. Cake nodded. “You’re so sweet to them, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the first of your friends to have your own foals someday.”

“Maybe!” Pinkie stared at Mrs. Cake with her wide blue eyes and small smile, her tail doing a sporadic twitch, the meaning completely lost on Mrs. Cake. But she didn’t need to completely understand the pink mare that had been there for her business for many years, only to accept her and all her weird quirks. Plus, Mrs. Cake didn’t get to ponder what was going on in the pink pony’s head for long when she felt her husband gently tap her shoulder.

“Don’t get up to too many steamy nights while we’re gone,” Mr. Cake smirked as he gave his wife a wink. “I want you to have time to miss me a little.”

“Oh wait!” Pinkie jolted, her tail swinging from side to side as if a switch was turned on inside of her. “There’s something I wanted to lend to you while we’re gone! I’ll be right back!”

“Oh hush now,” Mrs. Cake laughed, pushing Mr. Cake’s hoof back as she shook her head, seeing Pinkie rush into the kitchen out of the corner of her eye. “I’ll be busy with a catering order from those students at the School of Friendship. I won’t have time for such trivial stuff like getting my hole stuffed.”

“Heh, that’s what you always say~” Mr. Cake teased in a sing-song voice. “I’m going to take the foals outside, let Pinkie show you her book while I go say hi to Starlight.”

“Okay,” Mrs. Cake rolled her eyes at her husband’s lewd ideas, leaning in and giving him one last hug before he grabbed the stroller handle with his mouth and pushed the stroller along. “Love you!”

Mr. Cake let out several muffled sounds with the stroller handle still in his mouth, but Mrs. Cake guessed he had reciprocated her goodbye. The yellow stallion left the building, closing the door behind him. With nearly perfect timing, Pinkie bounced into view and jumped in front of Mrs. Cake, nearly scaring the daylights out of her as Pinkie did so. Pinkie held a big pink book with blue lines and bright yellow letters saying Pinkie’s Frisky and Fun Food Recipes. Mrs. Cake’s eyes shot wide open, having a good idea of how promiscuous Pinkie was whenever she wasn’t busy with work or adventures with her best friends, but this was on a whole different level.

“Pinkie!” Mrs. Cake gasped. “What made you think this was appropriate to give to your boss?”

“Well, considering that we both know bits and pieces of each other’s sex lives…” Pinkie smirked, waiting for Mrs. Cake to facepalm herself with her own hoof before she continued. “Let’s just say, if you ever decide to indulge in someone outside of your vanilla and boring selection of stallions, this book will be really fun to test out. Everything extra you need to make these sweets work is in the locked drawer. The code is 696969.”

“Of course it is,” Mrs. Cake dropped her hoof from her face, giving Pinkie a deadpan expression. “Is there anything else you want to surprise me with? Maybe some special sex toys?”

“Oh no,” Pinkie giggled, placing the book on a nearby counter and turning away from Mrs. Cake as she began to hop in the kitchen, pushing a big box towards the door as she winked at the blue mare. “I’m sure you’ve got plenty of toys to use already. Have fun~”

Mrs. Cake was too shocked at the open remark to respond, and by the time she processed the teasing words, the pink mare was long gone. Shaking her head and blinking her eyes really fast, Mrs. Cake stared at the closed door.

“Hng, I’m already awake,” Mrs. Cake said to herself. “I might as well get ready for the day.”

Mrs. Cake stretched her legs, doing various morning stretches to prepare herself for what would be a long day of work. She had to get all the ingredients, mixing bowls, blenders, and more to prepare for a birthday party catering for a group that were considered to be the most important students at the School of Friendship. With Twilight Sparkle currently in her first year of ruling Equestria, this particular group of creatures were only weeks away from graduation, and Mrs. Cake wanted to make the best first impression for them possible.

Ignoring the book out of the corner of her eye, Mrs. Cake stretched her forelegs out and pressed her head against the floor in a downward dog position, her ass high up in the air as she flicked her tail to the side to allow her body to get fresh air. Exposing her big blue ponut and blue pussy lips with no tail to hide them, the two holes remaining snug between the mother’s globes for ass cheeks with her big blueberry crotchteats swaying back and forth with even the smallest movements, Mrs. Cake remained in the same position as she gave deep breathes, channeling relaxation and energy throughout her body before she stood up on all four legs and walked into the kitchen.

It was time to get to work.

The sun was high in the sky by the time Smolder made her way towards Sugarcube Corner, humming a tune to herself while carrying a decent sized pouch full of bits. With the others up to their respective responsibilities, especially homework for the school assignments, they assigned Smolder to bring the bits to pay for the cupcakes. Her birthday wasn’t for another few weeks, the lucky stallion being Sandbar. Normally the green pony wouldn’t go for such indulgence on his special day, but he had insisted that this would be a more special day than most. He told the five of them that he was going to reveal someone special that he had recently started dating. Smolder vividly remembered Yona’s cheeks flashing red as she demanded to know who it was.

It’s definitely gotta be her, who else could it be?

Smolder didn’t have to do a pile of homework, having done all of it with Ocellus the night before. On top of the changeling helping her, the blue bug even offered to go with her to Sugarcube Corner. But Smolder insisted on going alone, wanting to process Sandbar’s secret announcement and frankly, spend time by herself for a change as the crisp cold air ran through her scales. Ever since she had moved to Ponyville to become a student at the School of Friendship, Smolder barely got to have any alone time since she was always hanging out with her five new friends. With no one to chatter over her slow river of thoughts pouring through, Smolder found herself able to think clearly even though her thoughts were less than ideal. She couldn’t help thinking about the fact that she was only a few weeks shy of turning nineteen, and yet the young dragoness hadn’t punched her v-card yet, let alone taken up a lover of her own. Sure, the mares of Ponyville were really nice to her, almost suspiciously so, but Smolder knew that she couldn’t take up a lover that wasn’t a drake like her parents had always wanted.

But if Smolder was honest to herself, the idea of getting together with one of the drakes back at home made her stomach churn and her head spin uncomfortably. Smolder sighed, hoping that perhaps she could find a way to stay in Ponyville, then she could make her own decisions as she saw fit. But what if her parents came down there? Blazing fire and screeching loud enough to send every pony out of town, just because she dared to pursue someone that wasn’t the drake they imagined. Smolder felt her blood running colder than her normally cold-blooded body usually allowed, her eyes watering until she willed the springing tears to come back into her.

How long am I going to let this go on?

Smolder growled and shook off her thoughts, taking a deep breath until the thoughts became background noise. It was a meditative practice from Mount Aris, Silverstream told her, and Smolder was all the more grateful for it. There wouldn’t have been a dragon caught in the Dragon Lands doing such a thing, and Smolder knew she couldn’t do it in front of anyone. But by the time she reached the door of the bakery, Smolder found herself more than ready to look normal in front of Pinkie or whoever was going to prepare the cupcakes. Opening the door, Smolder saw that the counter was empty, with no pink party pony behind it.

“Er, hello?” Smolder frowned, walking up to the counter. “Is anyone or uh, anypony here? I guess I can wait, but if the bakery is closed…”

After a few moments, Smolder flinched as she saw somepony slam the kitchen door open with their ass. The dragoness’ jaw dropped, only seeing the mysterious mare’s ass as the blue earth pony walked backwards into the main room. Seeing the mare’s exaggeratedly big blue ass cheeks with a long luscious crimson tail covering her more intimate parts, the concealment did Smolder no favors as the orange scales around her face turned a deep red. Using her tail to cover up her crotch, Smolder’s learned breathing techniques did very little, and her mounting frustration only began to subside as the blue pony turned to face her with wide eyes.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, dear,” the blue mare chuckled as she rushed over to take her place behind the counter. “I’m Mrs. Cake, what can I help you with?”

“Er, I’m uh,” Smolder flapped her jaw like a fish, finding herself failing words that suddenly became obvious as she placed her bag of bits on the counter. “I’m here to pay for the birthday catering order, b-before you start on it and all. I know that you’d need payment and all, and-”

Great treasure chests! Do you know when to shut up and let her talk?!

“Eh, sorry,” Smolder clamped her jaws shut after that, getting a proper look at the mare that she was talking to. If it weren’t for the mare’s profession and cupcake cutie marks, Smolder would’ve assumed the name Mrs. Cake came from the absolute dumptruck the blue mare was packing back there. The asses that Smolder reluctantly admitted, at least to herself, that she glanced at on the pony mares around town ranged from small to moderately sized. But this mare was on another level of ass-tronomically sized, with an ass that might’ve put the asses of alicorns to shame, let alone the flat asses of the dragonesses back home. Mrs. Cake blinked at her with her rosy pink eyes, staring up and down at Smolder’s figure before rushing to the kitchen.

Was she checking me out too?

Before Smolder waited for too much longer, Mrs. Cake rushed back to the counter with a dark chocolate cupcake with raspberry frosting and a raspberry on top. Mrs. Cake grinned as she placed it on the counter and gently pushed it towards Smolder.

“For the birthday dragon,” Smolder popped the entire cupcake in her mouth, and found Mrs. Cake’s grin was just as infectious as the deeply rich and fruity dessert she was chewing on. It wasn’t until she gulped it down as began licking the crumbs around her muzzle that Smolder found it in her to correct Mrs. Cake.

“Oh, it’s actually going to be my friend Sandbar’s birthday,” Smolder admitted. “He’s turning twenty, and I don’t even turn nineteen for another few weeks.”

“Oh my apologies about the assumption,” Mrs. Cake blushed as she pulled the cupcake wrapper off the counter and threw it away in a nearby trash can. “You probably want to surprise him, that would explain a lot.”

Smolder was tempted to correct the mare a second time and point out that Sandbar would be the one surprising them, not the other way around. But the mare’s soft demeanor was doing something to the dragoness that she barely understood, so Smolder shrugged and pushed the bits towards Mrs. Cake.

“My name is Smolder,” Smolder told the big blue pony. “I don’t think Pinkie has mentioned you before?”

“Perhaps not, she might’ve referred to us as the Cakes, but I’m sure she hasn’t talked about me specifically,” Mrs. Cake explained, taking the bag of bits and placing it in the cash drawer.

“Oh, you’re uh, married?” Smolder gulped as she pushed the word out of her mouth like she was evicting every lewd thought she had up until now. Mrs. Cake smiled and wiggled those hips of hers as she nodded.

“Sure am!” Mrs. Cake replied. “My husband and our foals are out at Canterlot for the next few days, Pinkie went with them too. So it’s just me right now, and of course, I’ll be the one making your cupcake order!”

Smolder’s jaw dropped as she was torn between screaming or stomping. It was something out of a novel, with the convenience of having everyone else out and about, but the dream mare was an illusion. Instead of having a rowdy romp out of an erotic novel, Smolder was staring into the eyes of a straight married mare.

This is great, though. You were this close to making a horrible mistake that would’ve gotten you roasted by your parents! Don’t let the desire sink further into you!

“Well, you have a great day,” Smolder gave a half-hearted wave and had turned around when she heard a sharp wait escape Mrs. Cake’s mouth. Spinning back to face the blue mare, Smolder eyed Mrs. Cake as she blushed and tapped her forehooves together over the counter.

“So, uh, I know you’re not the birthday recipient,” Mrs. Cake began to explain. “But perhaps you could stay a bit longer and I could throw together the cupcakes, and you could see if they’re to his tastes? If you’ve got a lot of time on your claws, otherwise you can come in tomorrow and I’ll have some ready.”

“I guess,” Smolder let the words slip before she could think twice, wanting to slap her own forehead as she realized that she signed up to spend way more time with a ridiculously attractive mare that was straight and taken. But alas, it was true that with no school that day, she had essentially nothing else to do. Mrs. Cake clapped her forehooves with a little squeak, before walking past the counter and the door that led to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” Mrs. Cake opened the kitchen door, and Smolder forced her gaze away from seeing the earth pony’s fat cake as she began to walk forward. “I’ll tell you what, with my family and Pinkie out in Canterlot, I’ve been really lonely and could use a bit of company.”

Smolder gave a nearly inaudible sigh as she walked past the door and Mrs. Cake, the first sight being the heavy assortment of ingredients and bowls out.

“Uh, Mrs. Cake?” Smolder said. “We don’t need half of this, we only need 20 cupcakes.”

“Oh!” Mrs. Cake blushed. “You’re definitely right, let me put some of this away-”

“I can help,” Smolder shrugged. Married or not, the dragoness would be damned if she just sat there on her ass while Mrs. Cake did all the work. Plus, Smolder smirked, she wrapped her flexible dragon digits around a bag of flour to prove that she was physically more equipped than any of the help that the blue mare had in the past. “Where does this flour go?”

“Oh honey, you really don’t have to help,” Mrs. Cake’s ears flattened as she nonetheless led the dragoness to the cabinet where the flour was supposed to go. “I just wanted someone to talk to while I made cupcakes, that’s all.”

“Eh, none of us back at the School of Friendship have really bothered to make time for exercise,” Smolder admitted. “It’s not like we have a gym or anything like that, so you’ll be doing me a favor.”

“Oh, o-okay dearie,” Smolder noticed Mrs. Cake never took her eyes off the dragoness as she squatted and picked up a box, noticing that the married mare’s eyes drifted from Smolder’s sturdy dragon arms to her long tail that helped her keep her balance. Smolder found that the plump pony’s staring went beyond mere looking, but appeared to be full-on ogling.

Maybe I still have a chance…wait, what am I talking about?! There’s no chances or anything, I can’t fuck these mares!

“So, what is it like at the School of Friendship?” Mrs. Cake asked as Smolder walked past her with the box, placing it off to the side before turning around and facing the blue mare.

“Beats the Dragon Lands for sure,” Smolder told her. “I actually get to sleep on a bed, not fight for food, hang out with friends, and not get hara…anyways, it’s way better than back at home. If there’s some way that I can stay here permanently, I definitely would.”

“Well,” Mrs. Cake moved her forehoof in circles on the floor as she grinned up at the dragoness. “I don’t see any reason that Ponyville would need to send you home, you know. It’s not like we have an overpopulation or anything.”

“That’s reassuring to hear,” Smolder said right before Mrs. Cake’s ears perked as she heard the door opening from a distance.

“Oh, looks like I’ve got customers. I’ll be right back dearie~”

Mrs. Cake turned around, with Smolder not having enough time to prepare herself by the time she was staring at the blue mare’s clapping cheeks. This time, she covered her face with her wings until she heard Mrs. Cake depart the kitchen.

Great, now you’re stuck helping and talking to her while trying not to look at her ass. Good going, Smolder.

The rest of the day went on with Mrs. Cake stopping every few minutes to take and prepare customers’ orders, stopping to work on mixing the batter for Smolder’s cake catering order and talking to the dragoness before repeating the cycle. Eventually, as the day was beginning to draw to a close and the amount of customers whittled, Mrs. Cake did a long walk around Smolder, eyeing her up and down more blatantly this time.

“So,” Mrs. Cake bit her lip, and Smolder felt her wings and tail covering her crotch as the cougar mare looked into her eyes. “We’ve talked enough about my partner and our foals, but we haven’t said a peep about the many suitors knocking on your door. I’m sure with a full-grown dragon in Ponyville for the first time, you’ve been asked out many times~”

“Well,” If Smolder hadn’t spent the past several hours listening to the big blue mare’s life as a baker and a mother, she wouldn’t have been so ready to open up to her. And yet…”While there were a lot of drakes back at the Dragon Lands that kept asking me out, there really aren’t any ponies doing the same. It’s…kinda nice to not have them here, the School of Friendship is alright too.”

“Dearie,” Mrs. Cake stopped her walk around the young dragoness, no longer biting her lip as she stared at the back of Smolder’s head with a deep frown. “Did…these drakes make you uncomfortable? Many fillies would love the chance to have the attention of all the colts in town.”

“Not like this,” Smolder felt all the more grateful that her wings were partially covering her face as she continued. “Some of them backed off right away, but the others? They would slap my ass, get in my face, tell me that I better decide on who I’m picking to have my eggs once I turn eighteen…when Ember made an announcement that one lucky dragon would get to be a student at the School of Friendship…I pulled her aside and told her everything. She looked so horrified that she agreed almost instantly and promised to make some big changes while I’m here. I s-still can’t believe that I managed to say something.”

As Smolder was finishing her confession, she turned around to face Mrs. Cake and flinched at the mare’s expression. Mrs. Cake’s ears were flattened and her teeth were gritted as she had fire in her eyes. Seeing the trembling in the mare’s body from her shoulders to her legs, Smolder moved her wings and tail away from her crotch out of instinct and placed her claw on the mare’s shoulder.

“Mrs. Cake?” Smolder whispered.

“If I heard…that my daughter was ever treated that way when she gets older,” Mrs. Cake began, her voice low. “I’d kill those bastards.”

Smolder knew that the big blue mare meant each and every one of those words, and the young dragoness realized right then and there why she so readily confessed the truth that she hadn’t even told her best friends. They simply didn’t have the openness that an older and more experienced mare did, a mare that had foals of her own, and had been a very lovely acquaintance to talk to over the course of the day. Smolder smiled wide, for the first time that day, and couldn’t stop herself from throwing her arms around the chubby mare’s neck in a tight hug. Mrs. Cake let out a small oof from the surprise hug, and brought a foreleg to Smolder’s back and rubbed up and down.

“It was very brave of you to tell me what you did,” Mrs. Cake assured the orange dragoness. “Perhaps one day you’ll find a nice stallion to settle down with.”

“Ergh,” Smolder jolted in the mare’s embrace, and Mrs. Cake didn’t fail to notice the revolted sound as she pulled back and batted her eyelashes at the dragoness.

“Y’know,” Mrs. Cake smirked. “If receiving dick is such a repulsive idea to you, I’m sure there’s plenty of prospects of the gentler sex that would love a strong dragoness like you~”

“Yeah right!” Smolder barked out a sharp laugh. “Even if there was, there’s no way my parents would hear about it and take it lying down. Chances are, they’ll try and burn every house in Ponyville if they heard that I started munching pony puss.”

“Hmmph,” Mrs. Cake shook her head. “Let them try then. Us ponies are far from cowards, contrary to what the other creatures might think. You shouldn’t have to hide yourself.”

Smolder nodded, the fear of her parents starting to ebb away as she noticed Mrs. Cake blush and stare at the bowl of cupcake batter on the counter.

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Cake walked towards the counter before looking at Smolder over her shoulder. “It’s already closing time and I didn’t even put the cupcakes in the oven. Perhaps you could come back after school tomorrow? I’ll definitely have all the cupcakes ready by then, and they’ll be magically enchanted with some special ingredients so that they stay fresh as long as you need them to.”

“That all depends,” Smolder crossed her arms, giving a fake scowl towards the wide-eyed mare before cracking a smile. “Perhaps you could make some extra cupcakes for me to try? I never thought I’d be one for sweets of all food, but damn did you sway me over.”

“Hmm,” Mrs. Cake gave a subtle wiggle of her hips that got Smolder’s heart pounding, and would’ve completely undid the dragoness had the mare’s tail not been in the way. “I do have that effect on others. Feel free to look in the fridge and take anything you want before you leave. You’ve earned it.”

Smolder’s eyes lit up as she rushed to the fridge and opened it, taking any of the gem-crusted sweets she saw and even taking a few bagels before closing the fridge. She knew anything that she didn’t finish would likely go to one of her friends, and showed her selection of food to the plump baker and got a nod of approval from her. As Smolder made her way to the door, she glanced over her shoulder at Mrs. Cake.

“Are you sure you don’t need anymore help?” Smolder asked. “Er…Mrs. Cake?”

Smolder had pressed further, because when she looked over her shoulder to look at the blue mare, she had noticed Mrs. Cake’s face flushed to the point where the blue wasn’t even visible on her face anymore besides her cute little ears. Mrs. Cake looked up with eyes as wide as saucers, staring at Smolder as if she was a filly that had got caught stealing cookies out of a cookie jar.

“Y-Yes, I’m sure!” Mrs. Cake blurted out the words. “You have a great night, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Smolder closed the door, shrugging as she left Sugarcube Corner taking a bite out of one of the gem-crusted desserts. Her? Being gay? It was a laughable thing to entertain in front of the lovely baker. Even if Smolder did want to stick her face between that delightful pair of furry ass cheeks, Mrs. Cake was definitely a straight and married mare. They’d have a lovely conversation tomorrow as platonic pals, and that was that.

Mrs. Cake waited a few more seconds before rushing out of the kitchen and to the front door, opening it and seeing that Smolder was out of sight before putting the closed sign on the doorknob, closing the door and locking it. Rushing back into the kitchen, Mrs. Cake picked up the bowl of batter with her forehooves and wobbled over to the still-open fridge, gently placing it in there before closing it. When Smolder had first walked into the bakery and she had ogled the young dragoness, she wasn’t sure if she was feeling mere appreciation for Smolder’s appearance or if she had felt a deep-seated lust within her. Her only tryst with the same sex was many years ago with a friend after a few drinks, and the mother had assumed that it was mere experimenting. But Smolder flexing her natural dragon strength with all the weightlifting around the kitchen, paired with the strong hints that the dragoness was exclusively interested in the same sex, had begun to break the mare’s mind. She couldn’t deny her growing lust even if she wanted to, finding the idea of a dragon being metaphorically dropped on her lap something out of her erotic novels. On top of that, Smolder was the first creature she had met recently that didn’t treat her like an old antique, but an equal that was worthy of being taken seriously. Leaving the spare stuff on the kitchen counter, Mrs. Cake mentally told herself that she’d take care of it first thing in the morning. She left the kitchen, rushed up the stairs, and opened the door to her room.

Normally the room that was shared by both her and her husband, Mrs. Cake took full advantage of his absence and galloped to her nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a small pink vibrator hoofshoe that clipped onto her front hoof. Jumping onto her bed, she felt her fat ass cheeks jiggle from the impact, but the motherly mare barely acknowledged it as she laid on her back and slapped the vibrator attachment on her forehoof with her other one. The vibrating attachment began buzzing with life, and Mrs. Cake placed her vibrating hoof on her own clit as she threw her head back on the pillow and bit her lip before realizing that she was completely alone in the house. There was no Pinkie to knock on the door, and so Mrs. Cake let out a loud feminine moan and felt a rush of ecstasy throughout her entire body. No denying it, Mrs. Cake allowed her mind to go there, imagining Smolder like the dragons in her novel. Tall, strong, and able to fuck her for hours on end, the possibilities were endless. Sure, Smolder was almost definitely a virgin, and Mrs. Cake would have to be very careful not to make the dragoness uncomfortable, but the older mare was definitely up for the challenge. The image of melding Smolder into the perfect dominant she-stud, taking the mare whenever she felt like it, was bringing Mrs. Cake closer to the peak of pleasure with her mind spinning in the best way possible.

Wanting more, Mrs. Cake brought her other forehoof to her heaving crotchteats. Even though her foals had grown out of nursing, her crotchteats were fat as if they were still loaded with milk. The blue mare predicted that in the next few months, they’d go back down to their normal size. But until then, Mrs. Cake could admire the evidence of her motherhood while rubbing her blueberry tits and stimulating her clit at the same time. Just as the earth pony was about to be disappointed that she couldn’t use a horn to twist her nipples properly, the thought was quickly eclipsed by the image of Smolder’s claws doing it for her. With a vivid image in her mind of Smolder sitting on the mare’s face while twisting the mother’s nipples, Mrs. Cake reached her breaking point. Howling like a whore getting pounded in both holes, Mrs. Cake felt her vision getting blurry as she felt marecum squirting all over her vibrator hoof, landing on the bedsheets below her. Some of the feminine fluids rolled down from the mare’s pussy to her blue ponut, clenching just as much as the MILF’s breeding hole. Mrs. Cake didn’t know why her holes were doing that, Smolder only had a vagina for all she knew. But maybe there was something that her biological needs knew that she didn’t, a natural reaction to the mere thought of a dragoness in her presence. Turning off the vibrator, Mrs. Cake embraced the post-orgasm glow while it lasted.

Sure, her husband was sufficient at filling her pussy and ponut with his six inches, but Mrs. Cake would be lying if she said that there were many different experiences out there that she was dying to try and had tried. It was the main reason why she had propositioned her husband with the suggestion of an open relationship, and being the kind and open-minded stallion he was, Mr. Cake had agreed to it with the promise that he would be the only one in her heart. Even though her husband was allowed to pursue whoever he wanted under the same conditions, Mr. Cake rarely did so. Mrs. Cake sighed with a dopey smile plastered on her face, her mind traveling through the dozens of ruttings and poundings she had received from many stallions that either lived in Ponyville or were just visiting. It was, as Pinkie pointed out to her, the type of sexual encounters that she had grown accustomed to. And now? Mrs. Cake was ready to rush into that silly pink pony’s advice with reckless abandon. She doubted that her husband would’ve expected a young dragoness to be the one she had bedded, but Mrs. Cake was ready to try something new and very likely, something far better.

Rolling off her bed and walking to her bathroom, the blue mare unhooked the vibrator hoofshoe from her forehoof and left it in her sink to clean off later. Turning back around and trotting to her bed, Mrs. Cake leaned towards the corner of the bed and used her teeth to pull off the bedsheet. Carrying the blankets and occasionally dripping sheet downstairs with her teeth, Mrs. Cake walked over to the washing machine and placed them inside. Closing the washing machine and starting it, Mrs. Cake knew she had some backup blankets and bedsheets to use for the night. But before she walked upstairs, she walked back into the kitchen and to the locked drawer that Smolder hadn’t even asked about. Applying the code that Pinkie had told her, Mrs. Cake opened it, revealing the book that Pinkie had given her. There was no way in Tartarus that Mrs. Cake would let anyone accidentally stumble upon the lewd book, so before Smolder had come over, the big blue mare had hidden the book in the locked drawer that also contained the various enchanted ingredients that Pinkie had also mentioned.

Pulling the book out of the drawer with one forehoof, Mrs. Cake placed it on her back as she locked the drawer once more and walked out of the kitchen. First thing in the morning, Mrs. Cake would take a look at the book and see what she could do. There was no way Mrs. Cake would let any mare pounce on the oblivious she-stud before her if she could help it. Whatever delicious concoctions she had to make to win the dragoness over, she would make, and Mrs. Cake even planned on waking up extra early to enact the first stage of her plan…

In the process, Mrs. Cake hoped that she could get through to Smolder about accepting her own desires. And if the young dragoness wasn’t ready, or if she simply wasn’t into Mrs. Cake, the big blue mare knew when to back down better than those drakes did. Shaking off the angry thought towards those that had hurt Smolder, Mrs. Cake walked up the stairs with her book and closed the door behind her. Placing the book on the nightstand, Mrs. Cake trotted to her dresser and got some vanilla yellow bedsheets and pink blankets to place on her bed. After setting up her bed, Mrs. Cake turned off the lamp and crawled underneath the covers.

Grinning to herself, feeling her tail flicking from side to side, Mrs. Cake’s heart pounded as she prepared herself for a day that could go a variety of ways. But hopefully, she would be able to scratch Smolder’s itch as well as her own…