Author's Note

Contains futa/big growth transformation, slight MILF bossiness, rough blowjob, anal, magically-enchanted ponuts, brief rimming, stomach imprint, female orgasm without contact, cumshot, and even more Dragon Greed. Also contains very briefly described image of M/F sex with Pinkie and a yak.

Frosted Ponut

Feeling dry fluids against her fur and all over the bed, Mrs. Cake’s eyes fluttered open with a crashing sleepiness despite how many hours of rest she got. The post-coitus warmth was long gone and replaced with an aching crankiness at having woken up from her wonderful slumber. Having been unable to set up her alarm the night before due to passing out from the intense fucking, Mrs. Cake’s eyes shot wide open as she checked the time on the clock on her nightstand. It was noon, and the chubby blue MILF barely had time to create a new recipe for Smolder, let alone actually open up the bakery. Deciding to not open the store at all and prioritize herself, Mrs. Cake got up and took all her blankets and sheets to the washing machine before returning to her room for a quick shower. Getting inside the shower, vividly remembering when Smolder went down on her in that exact spot two days ago, Mrs. Cake blushed and shuddered as she gently put her teeth around the soap bar and used it to scrub the dried fluids out of her fur. The earth pony would’ve been lying if she said that she didn’t miss Smolder using her dexterous claws to scrub the mare in every spot of her chubby body.

After finishing her very thorough shower, Mrs. Cake walked back into her bedroom with a towel on her back as she glanced at her closet. Seeing that it was wide open, Mrs. Cake frowned. She didn’t remember opening it at all, and while the only valuables she had in there were clothes, she was still slightly unnerved by the sight. Then, when she glanced to the other side of the room, she saw that while her window was closed, it was unlocked for any flying creature to open it and come in.

What was Smolder up to after I passed out?

Shrugging before locking her window, Mrs. Cake finished drying off with the towel before placing it on the bathroom counter and then leaving her room. Closing the door behind her, the blue baker trotted down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Her eyes widened as she noticed that the book was closed and the eclairs were nowhere to be seen on the counter. Walking up to the fridge and opening it, Mrs. Cake gave a sigh of relief to see that the eclairs, the cupcake catering order for Sandbar, and everything else she expected to see were in the fridge. Closing the fridge and returning to her book, the already wet mare was biting her lip as she flipped across the pages till a new recipe stood out to her. In the picture beside the recipe, a thick and bushy dark brown yak was towering over Pinkie, most of his length crammed into the pink pony’s ponut in a way that should’ve been impossible. Pinkie had her fat ass high up in the air as her head was resting on the ground beside her forehooves, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head as she appeared to be panting in bliss like that of a dog. Her face was blazing red with the pounding she was receiving in her backdoor, and Mrs. Cake found herself staring at that picture for the longest before tearing her eyes off it to look at the forenote.

Ponut Donut

Oooh!!! This is definitely one of my absolutely fruity-tooty favorites! Trust me, there’s nothing quite like having a ridiculously fat amount of stallion meat, especially a yak’s, inside of your backdoor! It’s for sure not for everypony, but I say don’t knock it until you try it! I’ve gone over several rough drafts for this recipe until I’ve finally created the perfect companion recipe for your ponut: the Ponut Donut! On top of this treat being able to naturally lubricate your backdoor for at least 24 hours, it’s able to help your body take almost any length with little to no pain! And with the same Unicorn Essence Sprinkles that appear in several of the other recipes, this revised and final version of the Ponut Donut is able to create an alluring taste in the lubrication. The taste is different for every creature, believe me, I’ve had several of them test it out from my backdoor personally~

Mrs. Cake felt a strong blush coming on at the impassioned admission from Pinkie in the book, and gulped as she brought her eyes to the recipe, which included a lot of Sexy Syrupy Glaze as well as the Unicorn Essence Sprinkles. Unlike the other recipes, the Ponut Donut left a lot of room to modify it to the reader’s personal tastes. There were separate recipes for if the reader wanted to make regular glazed donuts, chocolate, strawberry, powdered, with sprinkles, or even a chaotic mix of several of those. Mrs. Cake tilted her head at the choices, before coming to an obvious decision on how to best make them for herself. Walking over to the locked drawer and putting in the code, Mrs. Cake brought out the jar of Sexy Syrupy Glaze and the bag of Unicorn Essence Sprinkles as well as the rest of the ingredients…

“So I guess you’re going to Mrs. Cake’s again?”

Smolder felt her body freeze up as she proceeded to walk out of her last class for the day, speechless at how loud Ocellus’ voice was in comparison to normal. As she stepped out into one of the many hallways within the School of Friendship, she slowly turned around to see Ocellus’ narrowed eyes and twitching ears as well as the rest of her best friends beside Ocellus giving her similar expressions except for Sandbar. The young dragoness had been able to throw them off the deliciously MILF-tastic scent for a while, having given them extra cupcakes including some from Sandbar’s catering order to try. The birthday stallion was grinning from ear to ear as he raved about how the cupcake was exactly as he hoped it would taste, and assured Smolder that she didn’t have to keep going back to Sugarcube Corner now that the cupcakes were paid for and approved. And Smolder’s roommate Silverstream asked a flurry of questions the night before, inevitably pointing out that Ocellus had looked for her and couldn’t find her at Sugarcube Corner. The hippogriff even began pointing out Smolder’s ‘random’ decision to wear pants before the dragoness distracted her with another topic entirely. Which left her off the hook the night before.

With Ocellus’ stern expression carrying a deep blue blush, Smolder felt the sickening hunch that the changeling was suspicious at the very least. Smolder barked out a laugh much louder than she anticipated as she waved a claw off at her five friends.

“Of course not!” Smolder laughed. “I was going to meet with our guidance counselor Trixie about classes, that’s all.”

“Trixie is off today,” Gallus pointed out, tilting his head a little to the side. “Uh, Smolder? Is there something you’re not telling us?”

Shit shit shit shit-

“Okay!” Smolder threw her claws up in the air as she closed her eyes, trying not to look at any of her friends’ faces. She had to give them a little, or else it wouldn’t just be Ocellus sneaking around the Sugarcube Corner. Taking a deep breath, Smolder thought to the first memory that surfaced to the forefront of her mind. She certainly hadn’t planned on sharing what she was about to share with her friends out in a public hallway. “Ever since I’ve been talking with Mrs. Cake, I’ve been realizing how awful my upbringing was. Y’know, she’s got that maternal instinct, and I felt safe with her I guess? But yeah, I’ve been practicing more ways to self-reflect and cope with that trauma.”

Nevermind that your coping is being balls-deep in that maternal mare’s sopping wet cunt.

“You mean in the Dragon Lands?” Sandbar’s eyes widened a little as his jaw dropped a little, taking a step closer to Smolder. “What did…what did they do to you?”

“And why didn’t dragon tell us first?” Yona gasped. “Did Smolder think that she couldn’t trust us to help her?”

“No!” Smolder’s eyes flashed open as she brought her claws back to her sides, staring at her friends’ completely shifted expressions. “That’s not what it is! I didn’t even know how to bring it up, none of you are dragons! And I certainly didn’t plan on telling her either, it’s just something that…happened.”

“I mean, we’re happy that you found ways to get to a better place,” Sandbar’s shoulders relaxed a little, his ears flattening against his mane as he continued. “But we wish we had the chance to help you through some of this, and I think that’s why some of us are upset. It’s not our responsibility to fix it, nor do you even owe us the story, we just…wanted to be your friends in the way that you needed.”

Smolder felt a dagger not only sinking into her heart, but twisting as she stared at Sandbar’s subtle frown. It was worse than Ocellus’ little bug-eyed glare and Yona’s loud protests, because Smolder knew that the green stallion was completely thoughtful in a way that she hadn’t been. Taking a step closer to meet Sandbar where he was at, Smolder placed a claw on his shoulder.

“You’re right, dude,” Smolder sighed, glancing at the others as well. “I needed the time away, but you five deserve to be a part of my journey. I’ll spend the whole day with you guys tomorrow and the birthday party the day after that, alright? Then I can explain what I’m comfortable with sharing.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Sandbar’s frown vanished into his signature grin as he stood on his hind legs and hugged Smolder briefly before moving back onto all fours. “But uh, I can’t speak for all of us…”

“Yona supposes she can get over it,” Yona shrugged. “Cupcakes other day were pretty good, after all.”

“Maybe just don’t act all aloof around us?” Gallus shrugged. “It felt kind of weird to have you with us everyday and then ghost us with barely any explanation.”

“Eh, I have no complaints,” Silverstream shrugged, beaming brightly as her tail flicked from side to side. “You let me ramble all night, and as long as you’re happy, I don’t need to know everything about your past. That’s why it’s called the past, right?”

“Thanks Silverstream,” Smolder felt her body relaxing as she then glanced in Ocellus’ direction, only to find that the changeling was mysteriously gone altogether. Frowning as she glanced from side to side before looking at the rest of her friends, Smolder tilted her head. “Uhhhhh, is Ocellus okay? I’m not the only one who saw that, right?”

“She clearly cares about you a lot,” Sandbar smiled, his ear flickering as if he knew something that the dragoness didn’t. “Maybe more than the rest of us…being an emotion-sensing bug horse and all. You should spend some one-on-one time with her too, we won’t be offended~”

“Oh! Y-Yeah, it has been several days since we’ve hung out just us,” Smolder chuckled, remembering the quiet blue changeling hovering over her, correcting her on various homework assignments with that peculiar blush on her cheeks. She must really love doing schoolwork. “Well, even though she isn’t around to hear my answer to what she said, I am going to visit Mrs. Cake today. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, and on Friday, we’ll find out who that lucky mare is?”

Sandbar’s eyes shot wide open, his pupils dilating as he glanced at his friends before giving a weird sound that Smolder couldn’t tell if it was a laugh or a cough.

“Y-Yeah! Mare, definitely!” Sandbar spit out the words as Gallus put a talon on his shoulder and looked at him intently. “We’ll definitely see you around, Smolder!”

“Er, okay,” Smolder shrugged, turning around and flying down the hallway until she had reached the front door of the School of Friendship, leaving the building. She had never in her life seen the green stallion look so frazzled, and it left her feeling completely blank as a flank when it came to what to expect on his birthday. Perhaps the next day that she’d spend far more attention on her dearest friends, she’d get a little insight on what was bothering him. But until then, she had a beautiful blue baker to once again claim…

Flying to Sugarcube Corner again like it was routine at that point, Smolder saw the closed sign and knew what that meant. Smirking and taking a deep breath, Smolder closed her fist and gently knocked on the door before waiting as she imagined what kind of recipe Mrs. Cake would have in mind, and if the mare knew that Smolder still had a futa dick hidden underneath her shorts. Her heart skipping a beat as the doorknob jiggled, Smolder watched as Mrs. Cake slowly opened the door a crack, hearts in her eyes as she saw Smolder in all her strong dragoness glory, before opening the door all the way and beckoning the young dragoness inside with a wave of her forehoof. Smolder gave a wide sharp-toothed grin as she jogged inside the Sugarcube Corner, before turning around to face Mrs. Cake as she closed and locked the door. But before Smolder could properly get a word out, she was exposed to exactly why her married MILF had such amorous eyes. Mrs. Cake had galloped over to the dragoness, pressing her muzzle to Smolder’s shorts and inhaling the spicy musk behind them for a good several seconds before pulling back with her mouth wide open.

“Y-Y-Y-Your futa dick didn’t go away?!” Mrs. Cake gawked. “Well, guess I don’t need to give you another Erotic Éclair after all. Also, what happened last night, dearie? I saw my closet open and the window too! Was everything okay after I passed out?”

“Yeah,” Smolder took a deep breath, before proceeding to explain everything that happened the night before. Upon finishing her explanation, Smolder sighed. “So yeah, I have no idea why I still have this dick. But clearly Pinkie didn’t make that recipe with dragons in mind, which is…interesting.”

“You saw those pictures too?” Mrs. Cake gulped. “Sorry about her. Even though she’s technically my employee, she certainly doesn’t maintain that level of professionalism sometimes.”

“Oh uh, no, I wasn’t bothered,” Smolder blushed, not able nor wanting to ignore the image of Pinkie’s fat pink ass cheeks clapping on her erect dick. Before she could stop herself, the dragoness bit her lip. Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as she pressed a hoof to her lips.

“Dearie!” Mrs. Cake gasped. “You don’t mean to tell me that…”

“Mrs. Cake, it’s nothing against-”

“Hun, you really should take a breather,” Mrs. Cake dropped her hoof back to the ground as she gave a small smile. “It’s not personal to me in the slightest. I’m a married mare, and will have to go back to prioritizing my family soon enough. Of course you’re going to want to explore everything with other mares.”

“M-More mares?” Smolder squeaked, the thought as terrifying as it was electrifying as she imagined herself sticking her futa dick in more mares, giving them more creampies. The implications of such plans struck her like a gong as she gasped and pressed her claws against her face. “Did I get you pregnant?!”

“No, dearie, don’t worry about that,” Mrs. Cake pressed her muzzle against the dragoness’ flat chest as she placed a hoof on Smolder’s shoulder. “A mare and a dragon couldn’t conceive unless certain magical elements are involved. Only very specific recipes in that book of Pinkie’s can actually make that possible.”

“Oh thank Celestia!” Smolder dramatically collapsed to the floor, taking a deep breath as she barely recovered from the near mental breakdown when she felt Mrs. Cake tugging on her shorts. Her jaw dropping, Smolder sat up as she stared at the intent earth pony. “Are you…trying to reach my dick while I’m having a moment???”

“You’re fully functional, aren’t you?” Mrs. Cake briefly stopped pulling on the dazed dragoness’ shorts to give a stern look. “Or did you decide that this time visiting me, you’d just have a perfectly platonic chat with me?”

Smolder felt a surge of arousal hit her cock at the unexpectedly bossy tone that the blue mare carried with her. With a tent appearing in her shorts, Smolder groaned as that tent was short-lived given that Mrs. Cake ripped off the clothing that concealed her erect dark orange cock. With the futa appendage bouncing back and forth with vigor, Smolder watched as Mrs. Cake’s stern look at the dragoness shifted to narrowed eyes on the prize as Mrs. Cake licked her lips. Smolder knew the ridiculously fat-assed and overwhelmingly sweet mother had a point. With how many times she had stopped by for the same reason, Mrs. Cake was practically entitled to the dick that she had given to the dragoness. Watching as the predatory blue MILF opened her mouth and engulfed half of Smolder’s length inside, Smolder was completely speechless as she watched the mare giving her a blowjob like they weren’t just in the middle of a conversation. The kicker that the chubby blue MILF’s eyes fluttered as her mouth went down on the spicy musk-filled bitchbreaker was the icing on the cake, and Smolder had trouble believing that the chubby mare was half as excited when it came to her own husband.

Smolder snarled, deciding that it was about time to put the mare in her place as she grabbed the MILF’s mane with both of her claws and started pushing Mrs. Cake’s head up and down on as much of her futa dick as she reasonably could. Mrs. Cake briefly seized up, before moaning deeply against the dragoness’ dick with her eyes rolling to the back of her head in earnest, allowing herself to be a fleshlight for whatever Smolder wanted. Smolder growled, kicking her shorts off her feet as she kept going till she was close before roughly pulling Mrs. Cake’s head off her cock. Seeing spittle clinging to Mrs. Cake’s face as she panted for air, the blue mare steadily got up and shakily walked to the kitchen without another word. With her exposed pussy lips glistening with the earth pony’s signature arousal, that didn’t quite capture Smolder’s attention as the appearance of the MILF’s ponut. With bright blue glittering sparkles all over the already alluring backdoor of Mrs. Cake, Smolder found herself drooling at the sight as she jumped to her feet and followed the MILF’s wiggling fat blue ass like it was a siren’s call. Closing the kitchen door behind her, Smolder watched as Mrs. Cake put everything on the counter away, including the extra Erotic Éclair sitting there before the blue mare realized that it wasn’t needed. With the counter completely cleared, and Smolder still achingly aroused, Mrs. Cake jumped on the counter and laid on her back, raising her hindlegs and moving her tail to the side so that her fat blue ponut was exposed for Smolder to ogle.

“So because of the treat that I baked and ate, a rainbow-sprinkled donut called the Ponut Donut…” Mrs. Cake began to explain. “...my backdoor is already nice and lubricated for you, sweetheart. But there’s a special flavor down there that’s different for every creature, and I would absolutely love for you to sample it and tell me what you think~”

Smolder didn’t need to be asked twice, rushing over to where Mrs. Cake’s ponut was eye-level with her muzzle in a perfect way like two puzzle pieces fitting together just right. Lunging forward and extending her long and thin tongue around the blue mare’s ponut, Smolder’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she tasted an alluring sweetness that tasted…just like the juices that came from Mrs. Cake’s pussy? Smolder swirled her tongue around the rim of the ponut for a few more indulging seconds before pulling back and gasping for air.

“Well?” Mrs. Cake tilted her head that was resting on the end of the counter. “What did it taste like, dearie?”

“Your ponut tasted just like…your marish juices,” Smolder admitted. “And none of them got on your backdoor either?”

“Nope,” Mrs. Cake giggled. “That just means that you’ve gotten hooked on the taste of my pussy, which I’m super happy to hear. Well…don’t hold back, okay? My backdoor is lubricated and can take just about any length inside~”

“Y-Yeah, got it,” Smolder nodded, just becoming aware once more of her twitching dark orange length that was underneath her wet muzzle. Jumping onto the counter and pressing the tip of her futa dick against Mrs. Cake’s ponut, with her claws on each side of the blue mare’s head and her face hovering over the mare’s exposed neck, Smolder pushed for a few seconds until the mare’s tight asshole accepted the tip of her dick and clamped down on it right away. While still warm and wet thanks to the effects of the Ponut Donut, it was still ridiculously tight in comparison to the blue baker’s pussy…and Smolder was immediately captivated. Pushing more of her thick length inside Mrs. Cake as the dragoness studied the mare’s face, Smolder made sure that Mrs. Cake wasn’t in pain as with a jolt of surprise, she had hilted all of her erect bitchbreaker inside the mare. Glancing down and seeing her orange-sized balls packed with dragon seed just waiting to release inside a needy MILF, the image was enough to undo Smolder all over again. All thoughts were starting to melt into a sea of her own lust as Smolder pulled out most of her dick from Mrs. Cake’s backdoor before slamming it all back in. Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moved her head back, her tongue rolling out of her mouth as Smolder repeated the motion slowly. And with her muzzle hovering so close to Mrs. Cake’s neck as she began gently pounding away, Smolder opened her muzzle and clamped her teeth down on the MILF’s furry neck firmly but not enough to draw blood. Hearing Mrs. Cake howl spurred her on to almost pull out entirely before slamming her length back in, her heavy balls smacking harshly against the blue mare’s ass cheeks. Starting to jackhammer in earnest, the loud PLAP PLAP PLAP of her balls hitting the MILF’s ass cheeks over and over again was an awakening so out of Smolder’s world, that it nearly eclipsed the memory of sitting on Mrs. Cake’s face and realizing her sexuality.

“Unf! Unf! Unf! Yes, dearie!” Mrs. Cake cried out. “Yesssssssssssss! Fuck my ponut better than any stallion!”

You heard her, Smolder heard that familiar voice in the back of her mind creeping back in. Transform, give her the pounding that ruins her for the rest of them~

Smolder closed her eyes, and felt her body getting bigger. Growing several feet in size, becoming nearly too big to have her claws and feet on the table, the dragoness’ wings became bigger than the wings of an alicorn with her neck and muzzle also increasing in length as she removed her muzzle from Mrs. Cake’s neck and felt her tail growing so long that it dropped off the counter and rested on the floor. Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened, and Smolder processed a brief glimpse of fear on the mare’s face as she glanced down at the imprint appearing from her stomach that came from the dragoness’ futa dick increasing several inches in size, before the blue baker realized that the Ponut Donut’s magical effects made the normally impossible feat pleasurable instead of something that could’ve potentially rearranged her organs. Clenching the walls of her backdoor down on Smolder’s fat cock as she smirked at the much bigger dragoness, Mrs. Cake’s ears flickered.

“Looks like we know what your favorite hole is~” Mrs. Cake giggled, clapping her ass cheeks on Smolder’s futa dick. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Show this mare mama how dragons fuck~”

Smolder threw her head back, releasing a powerful roar that shook the whole kitchen. Various kitchen utensils near the oven fell onto the floor with the vibration that came with it, though it mattered little to the dragoness in her greedy lust and the chubby mare playing as Smolder’s willing fleshlight. Smolder began pulling her dick in and out of the mare’s magically-enchanted backdoor in a blur, her slightly bigger balls nearly slamming Mrs. Cake off the table entirely, if it weren’t for the fact that Smolder’s claws were on the table over the mare’s shoulders to keep her in place. Mrs. Cake’s head was spinning at the nearly unfathomable fucking that was being delivered, her mind no longer able to think properly as she melted into a hot lava stream of bliss. Her brain overstimulating from the sensation of her pussy orgasming without any sort of contact to it, Mrs. Cake’s second howl wasn’t as loud as drool pooled out from her open mouth and onto the floor as seeing stars in the moment was an understatement. Watching Mrs. Cake’s untouched pussy spraying sweetly-scented marecum made Smolder snarl and roar once more as she pulled her entire dick out of the blue baker, unloading shot after shot of her thick and spicy dragoness jizz all over the mare. Mrs. Cake still luckily had the mental capacity to close her eyes just in time to experience the warm and sticky pints of jizz that landed all over her muzzle, crimson mane and tail, body, and best of all…all over her ponut where the transformed dragoness had claimed her. Smolder jumped off the counter, feeling her body changing back to normal as her still-present futa dick went limp between her legs with a warm sense of satisfaction. The same couldn’t be said for her brain, which felt like it was hit by a full-grown stallion as Smolder felt like she had ran through several marathons with the level of energy spent fucking the MILF’s currently frosted ponut.

“Are…you okay?” Smolder groaned, seeing that the mare was glazed all over like a delectable treat. Despite her spinning head, Smolder couldn’t help but entertain the possibility of engaging in food play with the MILF. Putting whipped cream all over the mare and licking it off…yeah, this definitely wasn’t the last time the dragoness would be fucking the blue baker. “I…think I’ll have to sleep for a bit, but I can’t be here tomorrow. I, uh, gotta spend it with my super suspicious friends…throw them off the scent and whatnot.”

“That’s…fine, d-dearie,” Mrs. Cake mumbled. “I’ve got a remote for a vibrator that I like to stick in my p-pussy. I’ll show you the…controls…when we wake up, okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” Smolder knew that she still had decent energy in her muscles left, and flew up to lift Mrs. Cake into her arms with a bit of effort. Given that they had to nap, clean up, and get the dragoness back to the School of Friendship to hang out with her friends the next day, Mrs. Cake was groggily aware that she wouldn’t be able to make another lewd recipe for a while. But with Smolder’s determination and the blue MILF’s growing spark of creativity in carnal affairs, she knew there was still more sexual fun to be had before Pinkie and her family came back from Canterlot…