Author's Note

Welcome to the finale, with the epilogue expected to be out within a few days! It was an absolute blast to write this story, and I thank everyone who took the time to read it. With the epilogue's release, I will also explain my plans for the series going forward...

Contains hidden quickie in kitchen involving facefucking and ponut pounding, followed by a birthday party full of confessions, reveals, and feelings!

Icing in the Cake

Walking into Rarity’s class the next day, Smolder already had it planned for how she was going to act on her plan. The dragoness was restraining herself from becoming aroused, and it was easier considering that the teachers hadn’t flirted with her this time save for some longing looks. Seeing Rarity at her desk with no book on it this time, Rarity fluttered her eyelashes at Smolder with a small smile.

“Why, hello Smolder!” Rarity greeted her student. “Are you alright? You didn’t come back yesterday, and I was awfully worried.”

“Yeah, of course I am,” Smolder smiled and gave a wave to dismiss the unicorn’s concerns, the irony that she was planning on leaving class again shortly wasn’t lost on her. Sitting at her desk, Smolder watched as Rarity began teaching her lesson. Willing herself not to get lost in that dark gray ponut or her very spankable ass, Smolder waited till they were at least halfway into the lesson till she spoke up. “Uh Rarity? I actually have to go early again. I promise to make it up to you okay bye!”

Smolder glanced at her friends behind her in their respective desks, and gave them a nod before taking off out the door. The best way of making sure the plan worked was to be at least a little transparent with her best friends, and told them before class that she planned on spending some time with Mrs. Cake. Making sure to tell Sandbar happy birthday as well, the six of them went on to class. She could tell that for different reasons altogether, the green stallion was blushing brightly and had a pep in his step. And the dragoness could share in the excitement as she couldn’t wait to hear who Sandbar was dating...after meeting up with Mrs. Cake~

Flying out of the School of Friendship and towards Sugarcube Corner, Smolder landed at the door with the remote in her shorts. The dragoness planned on giving it back to her fat-assed fuckbuddy MILF as she closed her orange claw into a fist and knocked on the door. Almost right away, the door swung open and Mrs. Cake yanked Smolder inside and closed the door behind them as she pulled the dragoness into a tight hug.

“You made it! And early!” Mrs. Cake gave Smolder one more squeeze before stepping back and glancing at the customers in the dining room. “Although, sorry to disappoint, we don’t have the entire bakery to ourselves today. It’s a Friday, one of our busiest days…”

“Is anyone else in the kitchen?” Smolder asked.

“No, Sugar Belle went on an important delivery to somepony on the other side of town,” Mrs. Cake explained, before her eyes widened as she understood the young adult dragoness’ implications. Smirking as she eyed the kitchen door, Mrs. Cake’s beautifully crimson tail swayed from side to side of her jiggly fat butt as she stared at Smolder with a developing blush. “Although I could leave a sign on the counter? The customers know I’m running the bakery by myself at the moment, so I’m sure they understand if I’m ‘out’ for a few minutes…”

“Might be a bit longer than that~” Smolder growled, turning and walking up to the kitchen door like she owned the bakery. Looking over her shoulder and smirking at Mrs. Cake, Smolder flicked her orange tail that poked out from the tail-hole in her shorts. “Do what you need to, Mrs. Cake. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen~”

Opening the kitchen door and slipping inside, Smolder let the door close behind her as she sat on the same counter where everything started. Where she ate the blue cupcake and then ate Mrs. Cake’s blue cake. That was only four days ago, and despite her futa cock hardening at the memory, Smolder willed herself to not rip her shorts off right then and there. After all, there was a small chance that Sugar Belle could return early and walk in on Smolder jerking off her special tool. And as much as the dragoness would like that to end with another mare slobbering over her equipment, Smolder couldn’t just assume that every married mare was open to what she had to offer. Taking a deep breath, feeling the thrill of what could possibly be their last carnal encounter for a while, Smolder waited for minutes that stretched out in her horny mind when Mrs. Cake practically charged into the room, the kitchen door flinging open and closing. As soon as the door closed, Mrs. Cake turned around and locked it before looking at Smolder with bedroom eyes as she fluttered her eyelashes at the dragoness.

Smolder jumped off the counter, slipping her shorts off and onto the floor as she licked her lips. As much as she loved the chubby blue mare’s enthusiasm, she had full intent of taking the reins with their special encounter. Mrs. Cake had already mentioned to her that her husband and Pinkie would be returning to Ponyville tomorrow, and while that left Smolder with so many possibilities that she wouldn’t had known about had she kept refusing her true desires, Smolder couldn’t pretend she hadn’t developed a fondness for the overwhelmingly sweet MILF. She had successfully brought Smolder out of her shell and had the dragoness embrace her idea of being strong. Being brave. And she wanted to thank Mrs. Cake in the best way she knew how.

Striding over to Mrs. Cake, Smolder grinned as she firmly but not painfully grabbed the blue mare by the ears and pointed her fully erect dark orange cock towards the MILF’s muzzle. Giving Mrs. Cake two seconds to have an idea of what was going to happen, Smolder was delighted to see her grin before opening her mouth wide. Plunging most of her length inside Mrs. Cake’s warm and wet mouth, Smolder hissed at the sensation she had missed all day yesterday. Despite that, Smolder was more focused on making Mrs. Cake as worked up as possible while being facefucked. There was a proper finale that the dragoness had planned, and Smolder set to the motions as she pulled out most of her cock only to thrust most of it back in.

“There we go~” Smolder growled, staring down at Mrs. Cake. While her mane was well-kept, something Smolder planned on changing very quickly, the blue mare’s eyes were unfocused and full of hearts as she slathered her pony tongue all over the superior dragoness’ futa cock throughout the facefucking. Still holding onto her ears, Smolder moved her hips back and forth as her balls swung back and forth with each thrust. “So quick to get into this, aren’t you? You must’ve missed me really badly, the vibrator isn’t the same is it?”

“Nnnnhhgh,” was Mrs. Cake’s muffled answer, although she let her actions show how she really felt. Readjusting her hindlegs in the proper stance, Mrs. Cake began clapping her rippling cupcake-marked ass cheeks with resounding slaps that would make anyone attracted to mares go absolutely wild. Smolder’s control of the situation faltered a little, appealed by the performance of the mare’s fat ass. Snarling and beginning to jackhammer most of her length inside Mrs. Cake’s moaning mouth, Smolder was further lost in her own determination to dominate the chubby earth pony as she saw with more thrusts that the blue mare’s pussy juices were flinging into the air and onto the floor. She wanted Smolder, and the dragoness was getting close and ready to-

“Hello?” Smolder felt herself returning to reality as she heard Yona’s voice on the other side of the door. “Sandbar and friends here for birthday party?”

Mrs. Cake slowly slipped Smolder’s dick out of her mouth, the dragoness quick to let go of her ears as she rushed to hide behind the counter. Sure, her friends knew she was there, but with her shorts on the floor and her erection hard as a brick anyway, Smolder didn’t want to explain the magically given futa cock. Mrs. Cake walked out the kitchen door, looking at the five various creatures that made up Smolder’s best friends.

“Yes, you all made those reservations for the birthday party,” Mrs. Cake grinned. “Let me just clear out the dining room real quick, and then I’ll just need a few more minutes with Smolder before we get everything properly going, okay dears?”

“Works for me, Mrs. Cake,” Sandbar grinned. “I’m just happy that she’s got a new friend.”

Mrs. Cake worked quickly, politely letting customers know that the party that had reserved the space had arrived and that the space needed to be cleared out of any other customers. The five of them sat at a big table and began talking to each other. Once Mrs. Cake was sure they were sufficiently distracted enough by each other, the chubby blue mare turned around and locked the front door now that she no longer had the dining room available to the public. Then, she rushed into the kitchen and locked the door. Although, as she was locking the door to the kitchen, Mrs. Cake gasped as she felt a very hard object slap right onto her ponut. Glancing behind her shoulder, she saw that Smolder had rushed up to her without a sound and had placed her rock hard and saliva-slathered futa dick right in the middle of Mrs. Cake’s bubbly butt. Without a word, Mrs. Cake knew what hole Smolder wanted.

“So is your saliva enough l-lubrication?” Smolder huffed, holding herself back. “Because if you need more lu-”

“Please just fuck me!” Mrs. Cake begged, properly parting her tail to the side and opening her mouth and letting her tongue roll out of her mouth. Staring at the chubby blue mare’s expression paired with her drooling pussy, Smolder knew that they didn’t have a lot of time. Pressing the tip of her dick to Mrs. Cake’s ponut, Smolder reached over and placed her claw over the chubby mare’s mouth as she pushed inside the chubby blue mare’s hole and successfully muffled the mare’s sounds from the pressure inside her backdoor. Seeing Mrs. Cake profusely blush as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the sounds that came out of her mouth lowered in volume. Without the Ponut Donut, Smolder could only get most of her length inside, but was perfectly fine with that. Just a few powerful thrusts to get her swollen balls to unload dragon seed inside the sweet mare’s even more sweet ponut was good enough for her. Gripping the blue MILF’s ass cheek with her free claw, Smolder snarled as she began thrusting into Mrs. Cake’s incredibly tight ponut.

The muffled sounds that Mrs. Cake continued to make, paired with the chubby blue MILF throwing her ass back and causing her ridiculously fat ass cheeks to plap against Smolder’s legs, causing Smolder to further lose control as she needn’t not savor the moment. They had to get everything out of their system and fast with the five waiting outside, and Smolder then took her claw off the chubby blue MILF’s mouth and placed it on the back of her crimson mane as she roughly gripped Mrs. Cake’s hairs. Despite the desperate need to get off, and her dragon instincts taking control, something peculiar happened. Or more accurately, didn’t happen. Smolder’s Dragon Greed wasn’t activated, and her body remained the same size. The dragoness would have to figure that out shortly, but her incoming orgasm was on the forefront of her mind.

“I-I-Inside!” Mrs. Cake moaned, managing to restrain her voice from breaking into a full-on howl. Smolder slammed nearly all of her length into the chubby blue mare’s needy ponut, letting out a quiet growl as she unloaded rope after rope of her dragoness seed into Mrs. Cake’s backdoor. Letting go of the fistful of Mrs. Cake’s mane and bringing both her claws to her cupcake cutie marks, Smolder groaned as she slipped her entire length out of Mrs. Cake. Turning around and putting her shorts back on, Smolder was interrupted by the gentle sweet voice calling to her.

“Smolder?” Mrs. Cake asked, and Smolder turned to face Mrs. Cake as the chubby blue mare walked towards her with fluttering eyelashes and a wide smile. “Thank you so much for making what would’ve been an absolutely boring week into one that was life-changing, for me as well as hopefully yourself. I know I said Mr. Cake and Pinkie come back tomorrow, but I was wondering if you wanted to talk to Pinkie Pie about the book? And um, other stuff if you want…”

“Oh,” Smolder’s eyes widened as she processed the full connotations of Mrs. Cake’s offer, surprised that a threesome was something that the chubby mare was even open to. Nodding before Mrs. Cake could change her mind, Smolder smiled. “Yeah, I’d love to talk to her. And uh, even meet your husband properly. Although, I hope you understand that I don't want to be involved in any sex stuff with him. Not even watching him fuck you or Pinkie or-”

“Yes dearie,” Mrs. Cake giggled. “I understand, no dicks involved besides yours~”

“Exactly!” Smolder perked up at the MILF’s understanding. “But uh, is he going to be okay with all of this? It’s one thing to let you have your fun while he’s gone, but if he’s here…”

“Most likely, I will talk to him,” Mrs. Cake’s blushing expression faded into a regular smile as her tail flicked from side to side. “At least I’d have him to watch the foals…”

Smolder wanted to smack her own forehead, completely forgetting that Mrs. Cake had a family beyond just the husband. Of course Mrs. Cake will want time with them! Mrs. Cake looked at Smolder’s wide eyes and laughed before gently bumping her head against the dragoness’ scaly chest and then walking towards the fridge. Opening the fridge and taking out the tray of Sandbar’s turtle-decorated cupcakes, Mrs. Cake nodded her head to a separate plate of a sampler of many other flavors. Taking the cue, Smolder rushed over and grabbed the plate with her claws before glancing at Mrs. Cake’s sweet fluttering eyes and deep smile. Even without the words, Mrs. Cake’s face promised that no matter what they did, she wasn’t about to leave the dragoness’ life anytime soon. Closing the fridge with her tail and following Mrs. Cake out of the kitchen, Smolder snuck glances at the chubby mother’s ponut and pussy lips underneath her tail. She then ceased her silliness once she saw her friends across the way at the big dining table, their eyes all lighting up as they waved and greeted Smolder as she walked up to the table.

“What dragon spend so long talking about?” Yona asked.

“Oh just how school has been going, what Mrs. Cake’s family is up to in Canterlot,” Smolder shrugged with the most throwaway answers she could come up with. She didn’t enjoy blatantly lying to her friends, but what was the alternative? Tell all five of them that she was balls-deep inside the mare that made their cupcakes, and sing happy birthday right after? Smolder chuckled at the last part of that image, waving it away as she stared into the birthday stallion’s eyes. Sandbar fluttered his big eyelashes, looking especially vulnerable as he was likely moments away from revealing who he was…wait a second.

Where is she? Shouldn’t his marefriend be at the table? Or is she hiding somewhere?

“Shall we get started?” Mrs. Cake asked as Smolder took an empty chair that was in between Sandbar and Ocellus. The chubby blue mare smiled brightly at all six young adult creatures at the table before taking a deep breath and singing slowly. “Haaaaappy birthday-”

The rest of the table minus Sandbar took part in singing the song, beaming directly at the green stallion as he had a wobbly smile and looked like he was about to burst into tears. Smolder promised herself no matter what, so long as this secret lover of Sandbar’s was kind enough, she would be okay with who they were. She never saw the green stallion look happier, albeit a little nervous. They finished the song before Sandbar reached over and grabbed the nearest aquagreen cupcake and took a big bite out of it.

“Bro, where’s the candles?” Smolder asked, noticing that her friend clearly didn’t request any. “How’re you going to make your wish?”

“What else is there for me to want?” Sandbar shrugged, looking at all of his friends. Gallus, who was sitting in the other chair next to Sandbar, placed a talon on the stallion’s shoulder as he spoke. “I’ve got my best friends, all that I have met in the best way possible. As a group throughout our time at the School of Friendship, we’ve fought through thick and thin to protect each other and even the entirety of Equestria at times…somehow I was able to even find so much more in one friendship in particular…”

Sandbar then turned fully towards Gallus, and like a lightbulb, the griffon suddenly brightened like he was staring at a large pile of bits. The realization that came with seeing the two holding each other and looking into each other’s eyes like the rest of the world didn’t exist, hit Smolder’s heart like a stack of bricks. The absurd assumptions that the rest of them made, “marefriend” this and “marefriend” that, twisted like a knife in the dragoness’ heart as she watched Gallus swoop in and press his beak against the green stallion’s lips. Guilt and shock rushed into Smolder’s being like waves, taking back all her thoughts that none of her friends would get it.

One, no, two of them felt a similar way about the same sex like she did. Feeling less alone, Smolder’s jaw dropped a little as her eyes watered.

“Oh,” Smolder noticed that the sound slipped out of her mouth louder than she intended, and then all eyes were on her. Even Mrs. Cake’s bright pink eyes as her head leaned in, as if she wanted to place a forehoof on the dragoness’ shoulder and encourage her to let it all out. Making eye contact with Sandbar and Gallus, who were still holding each other even though they stopped kissing, Smolder found the strength to speak up with a bright blush appearing through her scales. “Um, fuck, I feel like an asshole now.”

“Why?” Sandbar frowned.

“Because here I was assuming that it was a mare, or even a pony for that matter,” Smolder slapped her forehead with a claw as she winced. “Fuck, dude. No wonder you looked so uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

“Yona is sorry too,” Yona groaned in agreement.

“Me too,” Silverstream sighed.

“Well, I’m just happy everyone is accepting,” Ocellus’ shoulders relaxed, being the only one who knew the whole time. Although, for some reason, Smolder could tell there was more weight being released from the changeling. Was the blue bug hiding something? Suddenly, Smolder felt a lot less mad at the idea of Ocellus telling Sandbar that the dragoness is gay. Especially considering the news she had just learned.

“Congratulations, you two~!” Mrs. Cake cooed in typical motherly mare fashion. “It just warms my heart like a cake in an oven! Although, forgive me if it's a bit personal, but isn’t Griffonstone a bit…”

“Homophobic?” Gallus spoke up for the first time since the announcement, his eyes full of fire as he let go of Sandbar and turned towards the blue mare. “Yeah, but I left for a reason, and if those featherbrains have a problem with what I’m doing here now…well, they can kiss my ass.”

Smolder’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden news of Gallus’ upbringing, and practically wanted to tackle the griffon. He got her. He understood her. The words that she was a lesbian through and through, despite the fiery wrath of the Dragon Lands, was on the tip of her tongue. Gallus would get it, he would welcome her with open wings and talons. Before she could find a proper opportunity to interrupt, Sandbar glanced at Mrs. Cake with a small smile.

“Thank you again, for the cupcakes,” Sandbar told the older mare. “I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate this occasion. And of course, thank you for being such a great friend to Smolder here. As much as we love to think we know everything, I’m well aware that there’s advice only a motherly mare such as yourself could give. It really means a lot.”

“Well no problem at all~!” Mrs. Cake’s tail swung from side to side as she blushed a little, acting like she was a young mare all over again from the excitement that rushed through her big pony heart. “It was nothing really, Smolder’s just a delightful little treat to have around the kitchen. If anything, I should be thanking her~”

Smolder noticed that everyone except Ocellus completely missed the suggestive comment, unable to avoid the changeling’s wide eyes as if someone had slapped her. Ignoring Ocellus’ gobsmacked expression, Smolder nodded and smiled at Mrs. Cake. With the blue mare having placed the attention on the dragoness, it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Smolder shakily looked at her friends.

“I hope this uh, doesn’t kill the mood,” Smolder whispered. “But I’m ready to talk about what happened in the Dragon Lands, if um, now is an-”

“Smolder, please don’t feel like you’re inconveniencing us,” Gallus shook his head. “You already heard it from me, I definitely know what it feels like to have the entirety of your species not give a shit about you. Unless…”

“It was worse than that,” Smolder took a deep breath, before spilling into every icky detail about the Dragon Lands minus the desires she felt towards other dragonesses. She simply wasn’t ready to admit that she was lesbian just yet, not when her parents still didn’t know any better. She took in the horrified expressions on most of her friends’ faces, and the glare Mrs. Cake made as she thought about those wretched drakes. But Ocellus, the one who Smolder expected to be the most upset for the dragoness…wasn’t. The changeling gave little comments here and there to show her support, but for some reason, Ocellus was blushing at the story of the drakes. Smolder didn’t know what to make of it, considering it unfair to judge Ocellus purely on body language. By the end of the story, recounting how Ember had fully understood and sent the orange dragoness to the School of Friendship, all five of her friends had gotten out of their chairs as they leaned against Smolder with open wings and muzzles pressed against her.

It was truly fucked up, the way her parents had warped her to not be able to understand her sexuality as normal. She had to leave the Dragon Lands in the first place to even have a chance to grow into her own sense of self. Her own birthplace was a fiery trap of nightmares that she was still recovering from the burns. Feeling Sandbar’s muzzle gently against her shoulder, Gallus and Silverstream’s wings around her back, Yona hugging her and the chair, as well as Ocellus placing a forehoof on the dragoness’ leg and looking into Smolder’s eyes…the last piece was Mrs. Cake. Walking up to the group, Mrs. Cake stood over Gallus and Silverstream, placing her forehooves on the chair and resting her furry head on top of Smolder’s head. There it was, that comfort, that despite the fucked state of what her family and upbringing left behind, despite the uncertainty if there was anything to salvage with her own flesh and blood…that there was a community who loved her. Who didn’t walk away from the rugged edges of someone who was supposed to be strong in the face of adversity.

No, that doesn’t sound right…this is being strong in the face of adversity. This is being a dragon, not cowering and staying in what feels comfortable. Flying through the flames of this, not knowing what is going to be on the other side…

That is having the strength of a true dragon.