The guest

Shaka paced back and forth in front of the entrance to the bakery, the sound of his hooves growing louder with each pass. Only when he was starting to stomp around the storefront did the zebra stop himself and really take a breath. A long, slow inhale followed by an equally as lengthy exhale helped to set his mind at ease, though not completely.

“Come on, where are you?” Shaka asked the empty room, glancing at the clock and finding it was only three minutes since the last time he had looked at it. “It's nearly eleven already. What is taking you so long?”

Shaka put a hoof against his chest, slowing his heart, and causing his body to shrink back down to its usual size. A process which took a good few minutes as he was nearly twice as tall now from before he had taken the Cake twins. Heck he was tall enough to bump his head against the ceiling if he stretched a little, and he had the muscles to match.

The zebra didn't concern himself about such details at the moment though, as he was focused entirely on his plan. Or more specifically, about how it was all about to unravel if Mrs Cake didn't get home within the next hour.

“She was supposed to be mine by now. This shouldn't be happening,” he muttered.

All at once, Shaka began to question if his overconfidence was going to be his undoing. The memory of tampering with Mrs Cake’s mail in order to give the wrong date of Mr Cake’s return came to mind.

It would have been perfect. Shaka thought to himself as he chewed on his bottom lip. Seduce Cup for one final round, then have Carrot walk in, freak out and divorce Cup. With that relationship destroyed she’d have nowhere else to go but back to my waiting hooves.

“It had all been so easy. Seduce them, play innocent, then in a single blow remove my only real competition,” Shaka remarked to himself. “I should have told Zecora to have her back sooner, I’m so stupid.”

While he was busy cursing himself for his foolishness, Shaka heard the distinct clop of hooves approaching the door. Based on their cantor, they were a female’s which meant that his target had finally returned from Zecroa’s little trip.

Shaka swiftly ensured he was presentable, and made sure to stand directly below the lone light he had turned on. With the curtains drawn, he would look like a shining beacon to the mare the second she walked inside. Or at least that's what the plan was, though Shaka had to admit that he might be overthinking things just a little bit.

As the doorknob turned, Shaka shrunk his height down another few inches, ensuring he was as tall as when he first arrived at the Cake household. This close to the finish line he didn't want to elicit a single iota of suspicion, that was until she was his in body and soul.

The door pushed itself open, and Mrs Cake stepped inside, unslinging her saddle bags and setting them aside.

“Good afternoon,” Shaka greeted.

“Oh my!” Mrs Cake yelped, stumbling back a step and looking up at Shaka. “You startled me dear.”

“My apologies,” Shaka quickly replied. “I was just doing a little cleaning when I heard you coming up to the door so I thought I’d welcome you home.”

“Oh uh that's very kind of you,” Mrs Cake murmured. “Though I’m curious as to why it was locked in the first place.”

“It's a holiday, remember?” Shaka replied, cocking his head.

“Oh right,” Mrs Cake muttered to herself. “I suppose that explains why the curtains have been drawn as well.”

“I didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea,” Shaka exclaimed.

“That means I didn't really even need you to look after the place,” Mrs Cake clopped a hoof upside her skull. “Where has my head been these past few days?”

“You’ve been busy, and dealing with a lot. It's perfectly understandable,” Shaka offered.

“You’re… too kind,” Mrs Cake remarked.

“So,” Shaka began. “What kind of grand adventure did you get called to?”

Mrs Cake shook her head. “You wouldn't believe it, Shaka but there was a young colt who was sick with some terrible infection and Zecora needed me of all ponies to help her make a cure.”

“But you did save him, right?” Shaka pressed.

Mrs Cake nodded. “Oh yes. It was a little touch and go for a bit there but between Zecora’s potions, and my own baking skill which somehow came in handy, we did it. I don't think I’ll ever forget that moment.”

Shaka smiled and took a step forward. “It sounds like quite the adventure.”

“Oh yes,” Mrs Cake murmured, glancing down and away from the stallion. “It was a delight to help someone in need.”

“I know the feeling,” Shaka whispered, a hoof caressing Mrs Cake’s chin. “Helping you with your desires has been the highlight of my time here in Ponyville.”

“What are…” Mrs Cake bit her lip as Shaka’s potent scent washed over her. “What are you talking about?”

“Let's quit the games hmm?” Shaka offered, gently forcing Mrs Cake’s eyes to meet his own. “You were lonely, frustrated, and desired the company of a true stallion, one who could satisfy the urges that had for so long gone unfulfilled.”

“That isn't… I wasn't… I’m not,” Mrs Cake muttered, her gaze becoming distant as her lungs continually filled with the stallion’s potent scent.

“Can you really say that Carrot was able to give you the pleasure I did?” Shaka demanded.

Mrs Cake clamped her mouth shut and seemed to be resisting the urge to utter a sound. Then she inhaled, and her shoulders slumped, her gaze falling to the floor.

“No,” she admitted.

“Can you say that your useless husband was as good to your kids as I have been?” Shaka pressed. “Me, who helped get Pound Cake out of that gang, and assisted in Pumpkin escaping her shell in a fortnight.”

“N-no,” Cup Cake stuttered.

“I’ve given you pleasure the likes of which no stallion had ever been able to. I’ve helped set your children on the path they were destined to walk. Face it Cup Cake,” Shak continued, his firm tone demanding that Cup Cake look him in the eye. “I’m a better partner than Carrot and the competition isn't even close.”

“Yes you’re a better lover, but…” Cup Cake muttered, her brow creasing with strain.

“But what? What could he possibly do better than me?” Shaka pressured.

“I don't know,” Cup Cake admitted with a huff. “But there must be something. Some reason I’ve stayed for so long.”

“It's been nothing more than momentum,” Shaka explained, running a hoof across the earth pony’s cheek. “You’ve been living with that miserable male for so long that you can't see a way out, but I’m here to tell you that there is an escape.”

“What do you mean?” Cup Cake whispered, her eyes peering intently into Shaka’s twin orbs.

“Cup, you’re already there,” Shaka replied. “You carry my foals, you warm my bed, I’m loved by your kids and I know the business. I’m already your husband, the only thing left is for you to make it official, and for you to admit what you already know to be true.”

He leaned in close, wafting another wave of potent pheromones into the earth pony’s nostrils.

“You need me,” he whispered.

Cup Cake shuddered. “I-”

Shaka held his breath, his entire body tensed as he pulled Cup Cake close to him. Her lips were mere inches away, ready to be kissed the second she uttered the words he so desperately wanted to hear. All she had to do was give in to what her body was no doubt screaming at her to do, and it would all be worth it.

The sudden click of a door made them both turn to Mr Cake as he was walking into the room. He had taken a single step inside and had been ready to call out to his family when his eyes locked onto Shaka.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Carrot demanded.

“It's not what it looks like!” Cup Cake quickly exclaimed, stepping away from the zebra and putting herself between the two males. “I can explain.”

“Then do so, and quickly,” Carrot Cake demanded, stomping up to the mare and glaring past her to Shaka. “Before I gut this stripey cunt.”

“You couldn't,” Shaka countered without missing a beat.

“Excuse me?” Carrot retorted. “I very much would.”

“You misheard,” Shaka corrected. “I said you couldn't. As in it would be physically impossible for you to do such a thing.”

Mrs Cake pushed Carrot Cake back before he could make another remark.

“Please Carrot, give me a moment,” Cup Cake pleaded.

“You have ten seconds before I send this striped demon straight to hell,” Carrot retorted.

“I… well,” Cup Cake grit her teeth. “I gave into his charms. You were gone so long and it was just… a one night thing.”

“A one night thing, then a next morning thing, then an afternoon thing, and then a second night thing,” Shaka retorted, tapping his hoof with each addition he made. “She loved every minute of it too. Even told me that I was twice as big as you.”

“You are not helping,” Mrs Cake hissed.

“Is that true? Did you really fuck this psycho?” Carrot shouted, waving a hoof in Shaka’s face.

“It wasn't that many times,” Cup Cake tried to explain.

“Twenty six times in total,” Shaka interrupted. “Or if were going by your orgasms, then it was a little short of a hundred.”

“WHAT!?” Carrot Cake shouted, veins bulging in his face and neck. “How dare you do this to me Cup! I demand you kick him out of our house this instant!”

“Are you really going to listen to this racist nutjob?” Shaka retorted. “You know the things he said about Zecora, about me. You know that's not the kind of influence you want around children.”

“It's not racism if I was right all along!” Carrot bellowed. “I told everyone that your kind was coming here to take our jobs and our women and here you are. With my job, and my wife!”

“I…” Cup Cake bit her lip.

Shaka took the chance to fire back, and jabbed a hoof at the other stallion. “Carrot is secretive, coniving, and lies to you regularily. Do you really think a stallion who’se willing to hide things from his own wife is truly faithful?”

“You haven't been cheating, have you, Carrot?” Cup Cake asked.

Carrot snorted. “I admit I haven't communicated enough, but I have not been cheating. The new store really has been a bit of a shit show and I think there is some kind of sabotage effort going on.”

“Are you really going to believe that?” Shaka retorted. “That some kind of perfectly orchestrated espionage is going on in order to keep this worm away from your home? Doesn't that all sound a little too perfect?”

“It's the truth!” Carrot yelled back, spittle flying from his open mouth.

“You’re not making a great case for yourself dear,” Cup Cake whispered.

Shaka had to restrain the urge to grin like a mad stallion as the dynamic of the room shifted once more. Cup Cake had swayed back and forth, but now with this most recent bombshell Shaka could sense she was on his side. All that needed to happen was for Carrot to explode in an expectedly dramatic fashion and Shaka would have it all.

Rather than erupt with rage though, Carrot Cake took a long exhale.

“I didn't cheat on you,” he declared in a soft tone. “I may be a bit of an ass sometimes, but I’m stressed. This whole second bakery thing has been my dream, not yours and I know that. Which is why I’ve shouldered so much of the burden.”

“Oh Carrot,” murmured Cup Cake.

“So let's just get rid of this…” Mr Cake bit his tongue. “Individual. Then we can chat about things.”

Shaka stood there dumbfounded, his entire plan falling apart around him. His fears grew as Mr and Mrs Cake turned to him as a seemingly united front. Though temptation remained in Cup Cake’s eyes, it was subdued, and would be gone soon if Shaka didn't act. Yet when it came down to it, he didn't have the words, nor could he come up with anything to save his plan.

“You’re lying,” muttered a voice.

Shaka spun around to see Pumpkin Cake standing in the doorway.

“You’ve been having sex with the cashier, and the assistant baker,” Pumpkin pressed. “You’re lying.”

“I am not,” Carrot Cake shot back. “Furthermore this is a discussion between your mother and I. Not you, so why don't you go back upstairs?”

“What, so you can yell at us the moment mom leaves the house?” Pound Cake added, the young stallion slipping up next to his sister.

How did I miss that detail? Shaka thought to himself. I can't believe I’ve been so blindsided recently. I’ll need to consider this in greater detail once everything is over.

Carrot Cake chuckled mirthlessly. “That didn't happen. These are all just lies put in their heads by this striped demon.”

“I didn't even know that,” Shaka admitted, glancing back at Pound Cake. “Though I wish someone had told me earlier.”

The feminine stallion winced slightly, giving his master an apologetic look before continuing.

“I didn't want to worry you. Plus we were…” Pound Cake exchanged a glance with Pumpkin. “We were kind of hoping Carrot wasn't going to come back.”

Cup Cake gaped in shock. “Is this true? Were you two truly hoping that your father stayed in Canterlot permanently?”

“How can you even entertain this nonsense?” Carrot Cake exclaimed, gesturing to the twins incredulously. “This is clearly a ruse made up by that zebra in order to drive a wedge between us.”

“Let them talk,” Cup Cake retorted.

“It's true,” Pumpkin pressed, giving Shaka a small nod. “We had hoped that mom would find someone who truly made her happy.”

“She hasn't smiled like that in years, and it's all thanks to Shaka,” Pound Cake added.

“How dare you say such things about your mother!” Carrot hissed. “Our marriage has been perfect. Tell them dear.”

“I…” Cup Cake hesitated, glancing up at Shaka expectantly.

Shaka smiled warmly, and apologetically, doing his best to convey his remorse through his eyes alone.

“It hasn't been perfect,” Cup Cake admitted, turning to Carrot. “You’ve been distant for years, and I’ve felt alone for longer still.”

“We can go to couple’s counseling. I can spend more time at home,” Carrot offered.

“Will you give up on the second store?” Pound Cake inquired.

“Never,” Carrot hissed. “But I’ll do anything else you hear me? Anything at all.”

“But that's what's tearing this family apart. Your desperation to have an entire chain of stores,” Cup Cake remarked. “Everything else stems from that.”

“You can't be serious! You knew that's what I wanted for nearly ten years now! That can't be the reason this family has been falling apart. It's all this zebra’s words poisoning your mind! Don't you see?” Carrot Cake exclaimed while gesturing wildly.

“You’re right actually. The store hasn't been what's been tearing our family apart,” Pumpkin Cake picked up. “Because we’ve been a family without you for a long time now, dad.”

“Shaka just woke us up to how it's already been,” Pound Cake continued.

“This is ridiculous. Come on Cup Cake, let's go up to our room and have this conversation somewhere private. Where certain people can't influence you,” Carrot Cake demanded, grabbing Cup Cake by the shoulder.

“No,” she replied, brushing off his hoof. “I see now that this has been over for a while now and that I just haven't been strong enough to see it.”

“But now you are,” Shaka finished, flashing Cup Cake a wide smile.

“I am,” Cup Cake murmured.

Carrot Cake gaped openly, his jaw hanging open as he gasped like a fish. “This is insane. You are really going to throw away nearly two decades of marriage all for some random zebra who gave you some cock?”

“That's not it,” Cup Cake retorted, stepping forward. “Shaka has been nothing but good to us, even when we didn't deserve his kindness. Yet unlike you, he never lashed out at us, and just kept on doing what was best for us all.”

“Pound, Pumpkin,” Carrot began, his wrathful demeanor falling away. “My babies, please help your mother see reason. You can't let her tear this family apart.”

“We told you. We are a family,” Pumpkin Cake began.

“And you’re not a part of it,” Pound Cake finished.

Shaka stepped forward, placing himself between Carrot Cake and the rest of the ponies. “I think you should go,” Shaka stated in a low tone.

“This is ridiculous. This is insane!” Carrot continued, puffing up his chest and standing up tall. “This is my bakery, and I will not be kicked out of it. Certainly not by some filthy zebra.”

“It's not yours,” Cup Cake interrupted. “It's ours, but when the divorce procedings go through I’m sure it will be mine.”

“Then you can stay in Canterlot all the time. Just like you always wanted,” Pound Cake offered with a smirk.

“No! I refuse! You can't do this to me!” Carrot bellowed.

“Please don't make this any more difficult than it needs to be,” Cup Cake exclaimed.

“It doesn't need to be difficult at all!” Carrot retorted, gesturing wildly towards Shaka. “Just tell this invader to get out and leave our family alone. Then we can all go on with our lives.”

“It's not your family. Not anymore,” Pound Cake exclaimed.

For a moment Carrot Cake stood perfectly still, then with a scream he all but threw himself towards his son. Shaka was quick to step between them however, his suddenly iimposing figure causing Carrot Cake to stop in place. They then entered into a brief stalemate, where the pony stared up at the zebra, Carrot’s nerves slowly fraying as the seconds ticked by.

“Whatever. You’re not worth it,” he muttered, turning his back on the group. “You better have a damn good lawyer, because I intend on keeping my business.”

“This hasn't been your bakery in a lot of years,” Cup Cake exclaimed. “I’m not worried.”

Carrot Cake never heard this however, as he had already left, leaving the small group to immediately erupt in celebration. Pound and Pumpkin threw themselves on Shaka, hugging the zebra as he altered his height back down to the normal level.

“I’ve been dreaming about this day for years,” Pumpkin gushed.

“Thank you for saving me,” Pound Cake added, before lowering his voice. “And sorry for not telling you about… all that.”

“It wasn't a pleasant memory. I know that bringing it up was painful for you, so it’s quite alright,” Shaka replied, patting the other stallion on the shoulder.

“When I woke up today I sure didn't expect for things to play out like this,” Cup Cake exclaimed.

“But?” Pound Cake pressed.

“But I must admit it feels like a weight has been removed from my shoulders,” Cup Cake murmured, her firm gaze reaching Shaka’s eyes. “Don't think you’re off the hook for your earlier behavior though mister. Riling Carrot up like that didn't help anyone.”

“I’m sorry,” Shaka murmured. “After hearing about his racism from Zecora I’ve had trouble holding my tongue.”

“Still,” Cup Cake warned. “You could have handled that a little better.”

“Pfft who cares?” Pound Cake interrupted. “We got rid of that stuffy old jerk and got a new, cooler daddy.”

“Hey, he is not your new dad,” Cup Cake stated.

“Why not?” Pumpkin Cake countered. “Haven't you already been knocked up by him?”

“You heard about that?” Cup Cake exclaimed in shock.

“Shit, sorry. I knew I should have checked to see if someone was listening to us,” Shaka murmured, flashing Pumpkin a sly wink of thanks for the assist.

“It's… fine,” Cup Cake murmured after a short sigh. “And regardless of my… pregnancy. I don't think I’m quite ready to start dating, especially considering your father and I aren't even officially separated yet.”

“Who cares about all the paperwork? You like him, he seems to like you. I say go for it!” Pound Cake encouraged, slapping his mother on the back.

Causing the mare to yelp and stumble forward into Shaka’s waiting forehooves.

“Come on Cup. I know you were thinking about it before Carrot walked in,” Shaka offered. “We're pretty much dating already. What's a silly little label like that after the things we’ve done to one another?”

Cup Cake hesitated, her posture shifting when she inhaled another lungful of Shaka’s scent. “Maybe… maybe you’re right. It feels like I’ve been single for years anyway.”

“That's the spirit, mom,” Pound Cake encouraged.

“Bag that young stud,” Pumpkin Cake pressed.

“Oh hush you two,” Cup Cake whispered, a blush crossing her face.

Shaka stepped forward, and caressed the mare’s chin lovingly. “So, what do you say, Cup? Would you like to be mine?”

Cup shuddered. “I would,” she whispered.

“Then we have a lot to talk about,” Shaka exclaimed, glancing to the twins. “If you two don't mind, i was hoping to have a private discussion.”

“Thats totally cool. You two probably got a lot to figure out now anyway,” Pumpkin replied.

Pound turned the lock on the door. “Just don't take too long okay? We want to celebrate as a family.”

Pound, Pumpkin, and Shaka exchanged a knowing smile, one that was completely missed by Cup.

“Yes, a little cake or something would be nice right about now,” she remarked.

“Run along. I’m sure we won't be long,” Shaka pressed, shooing away the dou with his hooves.

“Right. Come on Pound, let's get everything set up,” Pumpkin exclaimed.

“We’ll meet you two upstairs,” Pound added, flashing the zebra a wink before departing.

Shaka smiled faintly as he watched the pair go, only to be reminded of his company when Cup cleared her throat.

“I uh. Should apologize to you,” Cup all but whispered. “At first I desperately wanted to keep you as an employee and lover, but that wasn't fair of me. You aren't a thing, nor should I have thought of you in that way.”

“Shhh,” Shaka interrupted, stepping up to the mare and pressing a hoof against her trembling lips. “You tried to balance what you thought you needed and what you actually needed.”

“But I screwed up,” Cup murmured.

“You only screwed up because you were trying to do what you thought was best for yourself and your kids,” Shaka exclaimed. “But now that's all in the past. You’ve realized what was best for your family and yourself.”

“I just hope I wasn't too selfish,” Cup whispered, her gaze falling to the floor. “Taking away their father all because I wanted a new, younger lover.”

“You heard what they said back there, didn't you?” Shaka interrupted.

Cup nodded slowly.

“Then you know that this was the best for all of you, not just yourself,” Shaka continued.

“I suppose…” Cup inhaled deeply. “I suppose that it was all for the best.”

“Exactly,” Shaka continued, stepping closer to the mare, and running a hoof down her face.

Cup leaned into the touch, sighing contentedly. “Stars above I missed this. To be touched by someone who genuinely wanted to touch me and who didn't feel obligated to do so.”

“And I promise to you Cup, I will always want you,” Shaka exclaimed in a low, husky tone. “No matter how old you get, or how pregnant you are. I will always yearn for you.”

“I believe you,” Cup replied, her face lighting up with a blush. “I can't believe it but you genuinely mean what you said.”

“Of course. I don't lie, or cheat, or go behind people’s backs,” Shaka stated. At least, not anymore.

“That feels so good to hear,” Cup gushed, her hoof holding Shaka’s against her cheek. “It's almost enough to make me all hot and bothered.”

“Almost? Well then, I guess you won't mind if I push things a little,” Shaka half asked, half stated.

“What do you-mmph!” Cup muttered, her reply muffled by Shaka’s lips.

As she kissed the mare, he also lifted her off the ground, and carried her over to the door. Now with her back against the wood, Cup felt a spike of panic shoot through her though it quickly vanished. Washed away by the wave of arousal that came from being all but pinned against the wall while Shaka’s tongue invaded her mouth.

All Cup could do was moan and wrap her forehooves around Shaka’s neck in an effort to keep him close. Not like he was going to make any attempt to the contrary, as he continued to kiss the mare passionately. Back and forth they went, with their tongues slipping past one pair of lips and then another before stopping for a short break.

Throughout it all Shaka remained the dominant force, guiding everything and setting the pace for the make out session. His hooves caressed the mare’s body, drawing forth more moans, and an even greater font of arousal from the pony. Arousal which soon made itself known when it drifted across his nose, and alerted him to the pool growing between Cup’s legs.

Shaka pulled back, his tongue slipping back into his mouth with a wet shlorp. For a moment he merely stood there sileently, observing as Cup panted, her face bright red and her cheeks flushed. Her body trembled beneath Shaka’s touch, and her breathing came in short, rapid bursts.

“We should celebrate,” Shaka exclaimed.

“C-celebrate? How?” Cup asked.

“I think you know how,” Shaka replied with a pointed smirk.

“Right now, right here?” Cup muttered, glancing over her shoulder and to the mostly empty street beyond.

“Right here, right now,” Shaka exclaimed. “That is unless you can wait until tonight when the kids are asleep?”

Cup grunted, biting down on her lip as she squirmed in Shaka’s grip. For a moment she seemed ready to dismiss his urges, but a quick glance out the window assuaged her worries.

“Okay, but let's make it quick,” Cup whispered. “I don't want the kids to walk in on us while we do it in such an open place.”

“Don't worry. They’ll be handling the setup for a while,” Shaka exclaimed.

That and they already know what I intended on doing the moment I seduced you. He thought, though did not utter.

“Hrrngh,” Cup grunted, biting her lip. “Just hurry up. I don't know why but being around Zecora reminded me so much of you. I couldn't stop… leaking.”

Shaka grinned, though a small part of him was both annoyed at, and appreciative for Zecora. She could have probably seduced Cup herself, if the other zebra had wanted, yet he couldn't detect a hint of Zecora’s scent on the mare. Yet the mere fact that Cup had been that aroused around someone who isn't him set off alarm bells in the zebra’s mind.

He ignored those thoughts for now, and focused on what was more important.

The first of which was hooking a forehoof under Cup’s butt, and lifting her up to Shaka’s new height. Which was much taller then normal, giving him the strength necessary to carry Cup around with ease. He then fixed her with a wide smile, his cock emerging into the air and rising up until it rested against the pony’s stomach.

“So,” Shaka began. “Did you miss me, or were you just missing this?”

He gave his hips a little wiggle, smearing precum across Cup’s stomach.

“Mmm, both,” Cup whispered huskily.

“Oh? Do go on,” Shaka urged.

“I missed your warm, comforting presence,” Cup began, her words flowing faster and faster until they were nearly a stream. “I missed your strong hooves, your kind words, your loving embrace. Even at our most frantic I never felt likt you were just here for my tits, or my pussy.”

The mare big back a moan.

“B-but I also missed just how big you are,” Cup continued. “Your cock is four, maybe five times as big as Carrot’s and I knew that if I went back to him that I would never be able to enjoy his needle dick again.”

“That's what I like to hear,” Shaka exclaimed. “Keep going.”

“Your so much stronger, and bigger than my hu-ex husband,” Cup corrected. “You’ve filled me in ways that other stallions could never dream of, and made me experience pleasure no other could hope to replicate. You’ve been the finest lover I’ve ever taken, and a joy to lay with.”

“I look forward to fucking you multiple times a day for the rest of our lives,” Shaka whispered, nipping Cup’s neck.

Cup bit her lip as her body trembled, a fresh wave of liquid arousal pouring down from between her legs.

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that,” Cup whispered.

“And don't worry, after today I’ll share everything I have with you,” Shaka continued. “My dreams, my hopes, my loves. I want you to be a part of them all.”

“Oh Shaka,” Cup murmured, her hooves weaving through the zebra’s mane. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Because I want you to be mine, in body and soul,” Shaka remarked. “Doesn't that sound nice?”

“It sounds… amazing,” Cup replied, pausing long enough to shudder in anticipation.

“Then let's take that next step, together,” Shaka exclaimed, drawing his hips back and aligning his cock with the lips of Cup’s pussy.

“Yes,” Cup began, tightening her hold on Shaka’s shoulders, and adjusting her own hips to better accommodate the zebra’s truly titanic length.

“Ready?” Shaka asked, though he knew the answer.

“Ready,” Cup replied.

Together they thrusted up, or pressed down, allowing the head of the zebra’s cock to push its way all the way inside in a single short motion. That was as far as he made it however, as his length was too great even for Cup’s already well loved pussy.

“Are you… bigger?” Cup exclaimed in shock, her hoof going down to rub the bump Shaka’s dick made in her midsection.

“Slightly. I used a little magic to intimidate Carrot and I guess it never wore off,” Shaka lied. “Is it too much?”

“N-no!” Cup replied immediately. “I love it. In fact I want you to ruin my cunt. To leave me so stretched and broken that only you will be able to pleasure me.”

“By the spirits you are one hungry slut,” Shaka exclaimed. “Since when have you been so needy?”

“Ever since you opened my eyes,” Cup replied, caressing the side of Shaka’s face and flashing him a smile. “And revealed to me that there was a whole world of pleasure out there which I had denied myself of for too long.”

“Don't worry. When I’m done with you, you’ll feel like your on a whole nother planet,” Shaka whispered.

“Don't just talk about it then, do it,” Cup urged.

Shaka grinned, his pride swelling as he realized just how deeply his powerful pheromones had already changed the mare. She wanted more, and though there was still a small part of her that was worried about decorum, Shaka could tell that was shrinking. Soon she would emerge fully from the subdued, and nervous housewife persona she had worn for so long.

Allowing the unfettered slut to emerge from beneath the mask like a triumphant butterfly. An event Shaka looked forward to immensely. That would come soon enough, all Shaka needed to do was give the mare a firm push and she would become exactly what he wanted.

With a snort, he threw himself forward, pressing Cup against the door with enough force to make the wood groan and the mare moan.

“Oooh sweet stars above,” Cup murmured. “Fuck I missed this.”

Shaka’s grin grew ever wider, and he quickly threw himself forward once again, pressing deeper still. The throbbing bulge in Cup’s midsection travelled further and further up her body, the zebra’s shattering what resistance her body put up. The lingering tightness of her pussy was ignored, the occasional scratch of Cup’s hooves as they squeezed Shaka’s shoulders, relished.

Despite his cock feeling almost like it was being rammed into a vice, the zebra pressed on with Cup’s blessing. Who continued to moan, and rock her hips as best as she could while remaining being held aloft by Shaka’s strong hooves. The position was slightly awkward, but neither complained as the raw intensity of it all washed away any opposition.

There was only their partner, and the pounding thump of their hips desperately seeking each other out. Cup pressed downwards, using her weight to further impale herself on the zebra’s length while the male thrust up. With such titanic forces at work, there was little Cup’s now rather loose pussy could do to resist the titanic tool sliding into it.

Though calling it loose wasn't quite true, as it would be loose for anyone who didn't have a cock as monstrous as Shaka’s. Something which should be nearly impossible, Shaka reasoned, as he was larger than any pony could grow to through natural means. And even if they used potions or spells, Shaka doubted they could reach his titanic length of nearly two feet.

Thicker than even an earth pony’s hoof, Shaka’s dick was wide enough to utterly annihilate Cup’s cunt. Forced to adapt to such a massive cock, the formerly tight canal had been stretched beyond the point of what should be possible. Aided by chemically enhanced pheromones, and the potion he had slipped her not long ago, Cup could take it.

Not only could she take it, but she revelled in the feeling of stretching, of having what felt like her entire body remolded. Her already warped insides expanded to accommodate his length, shifting to better suit the zebra’s all consuming lust. The changes didn't stop there however, as at this point she had filled her lungs repeatedly with his potent scent.

Her mind was hazy, her desire burned white hot, and even the fact that she was currently screaming in ecstasy didn't bother. She didn't care that others might be able to hear her, even her children or the neighbors there was only Shaka’s cock. That hyper focus only became even stronger when she felt the lips of her pussy slip over Shaka’s large medial ring.

“Oh fuck!” She yelled, her hooves tightening around the zebra’s neck.

Shaka didn't mind though, merely grinning as he felt all four of his partner’s limbs wrap around him. Every last bit of her earth pony strength had been poured into keeping them locked together as her pussy spasmed. A sensation which made Shaka’s smile and lean down to bite the mare’s neck hard, but not so hard that he broke the skin.

“I’m cumming,” Cup muttered, her entire body shaking violently.

“Cum as hard as you like as often as you like,” Shaka whispered. “And remember, you can look forward to feeling this good every single day for the rest of your life.”

Cup shuddered, her grip tightening as hot mare cum drenched Shaka’s already sopping wet tool. That wasn't the only thing Shaka enjoyed however, as she also squeezed down on his length, massaging it like only Cup seemed able to do. That didn't last long however, as her orgasm quickly faded, allowing Shaka to begin moving once more.

With the mare’s grip relaxing somewhat, Shaka drew back his hips and slammed forward. The back of Cup’s head bumped against the window which occupied half the door but neither she nor Shaka noticed. Their eyes remained locked on one another as they both started to move in tandem with one another.

Shaka thrusted while Cup bounced, the pair reaching a perfectly harmonious state within seconds. There was barely a second wasted before they matched one another in a deeply intimate manner. This time when they began to move no longer was Shaka the most aroused of the two of them, as that two was equal.

The wet slap of Shaka’s cock bottoming out in Cup’s pussy had a strangely musical quality to it. They shifted left, then twisted right, dexterously managing to hit each and every pleasurable spot the other had without speaking a word. They no longer needed to, for like the others Shaka had created a connection that bound them to one another deeply.

The only thing he needed to do next was to make it official, but before that happened he wanted to ensure Cup was truly his. And that meant absolutely blowing her mind using every single trick he had up his sleeve. A tactic he had used before, but now that she was willing, and no longer guarded, was sure to be a success.

Once more his hips began to pick up speed, his grip tightened, and he was about to throw himself into it when he realized something. Releasing Cup’s ass, Shaka allowed her to dangle from the end of his cock, suspended only by his titanic tool. Though heavy, it was acceptable to the zebra, especially since her moans became even louder and constant.

“Oh holy fuck. How did you do that? Your amazing,” she muttered between cries of pleasure.

Shaka merely grinned, allowing his hips to speak for him.

Though he could no longer pull out very far, he didn't need to, not any more. All he needed to do was to extract a few short inches of dick then ram it back inside of her with all the force he could muster. An action which allowed his cock to slam into her cervix like a battering ram, prompting the mare to scream in ecstasy.

“By the stars that feels- oh fuck- so good. How does that feel good?” Cup exclaimed in shock.

Shaka didn't stop long enough to reply, merely continuing to keep his hips in constant motion. He never slowed in his jackhammer thrusts, his balls continually smacking against Cup’s ass. Each wet thump made her ass jiggle, and added an extra wave of pleasure which radiated up her body.

Her face contorted with pleasure, her frequent moans turning into untilegable gibbering as she came yet again. Over and over she continued to squirm, writhe, and scratch the zebra’s back as she had one orgasm after another. There didn't seem to be an end to it, and with Shaka taking out all the stops, Cup was soon so awash with pleasure that she couldn't see straight.

The zebra bit her neck, nibbled her ears, and occasionally planted a brief kiss on the mare’s lips. He wanted to linger there and perhaps make out with her, but the pony was too lust drunk to even manage that. All she was capable of was having her tongue hang out of her mouth as she continued to moan, and scream the stallion’s name.

The feeling of utter dominance that gave Shaka was unlike almost any other sensation he had ever experienced. He had achieved it all, seduced the entirety of the Cake family minus Cup’s worthless, soon to be ex husband. Furthermore, now the whole neighborhood would know that he was his, and he wouldn't even have to say a word.

His nostrils flared, his muscles flexed, and Shaka poured himself into the act with every last bit of gusto he had. Minutes continued to tick by, passing the nearly fifty minute mark, as well as the fortieth orgasm mark. The sense of accomplishment along with the physical joy was enough to push Shaka near the edge and he knew it wouldn't be long before he fell over the other side.

He was determined to enjoy it however, and only one thing could possibly make that moment any better. Officially adding Cup to his small, but perfect harem of slutty ponies.

“Cup,” Shaka stated in a low, commanding tone. “I need you to say something.”

Shaka’s body lurched to a stop, his pulsating cock positioned at the entrance to Cup’s womb. He wanted nothing more than to push forward, to keep pounding her ruthlessly, and bring her to another orgasm. But he stopped himself, and allowed Cup to gather her wits, as well as her breathe.

“W-what is it?” Cup asked. “Why did you stop?”

“Will you marry me?” Shaka asked.

Cup blinked, and for a moment Shaka wondered if it hadn't quite been enough. Then her eyes began to water, and she responded with an enthusiastic.

“Yes!”

Shaka grinned. “Wonderful, now wait just a moment,” Shaka cleared his throat, his eyes glowing faintly as a thin fog billowed throughout the room. “You strode down the wrong path, sweetest Cup. You Tied your lot to a stallion who had never truly given himself to you. Now that changes.”

Cup gaped silently, staring intently into the zebra’s swirling orbs with rapt attention.

“You bear my children, your body has been changed to better suit my lust. You are already mine, and soon we shall make that more true than you can imagine,” Shaka continued, punctuating his sentence with a firm thrust of his hips.

“Oh stars above, yes,” Cup muttered.

“When this ritual is over and I flood your pussy with my virile seed you will know what it means to truly stand beside another. Yet even as you serve as my wife, I will also serve as your master. Before that happens, do you hold qualms with this?” Shaka asked, an eyebrow raised curiously.

Cup’s response was immediate and confident. “No.” she uttered.

“Then repeat after me,” Shaka began, adding another jackhammer-like thrust at the end of every sentence.

“F-fuck,” Cup muttered under her breathe.

“I take you Shaka as my lord and master,” he began, the last word accompanied by the wet slap of his balls thumping into Cup’s generous posterior.

“I take you Shaka as my lord and master,” Cup replied, receiving another powerful thrust for her response.

“I swear to accept all commands without question or hesitation,” Shaka continued.

“I swear to accept all commands without question or hesitation,” Cup replied instantly, the last word coming out several octaves higher than usual due to the sudden impact of Shaka’s cock hitting her cervix.

“I swear to serve until my dying day, and give everything I have to my new master,” Shaka pressed on, his confidence growing with each word Cup spoke.

“I swear to serve until my dying day, and give everything I have to my new master,” Cup replied, her hooves digging into Shaka’s back when he pushed her ever closer to yet another orgasm.

“On my honor, and my blood, do I assert that all I say is true, and that none will ever come before you,” Shaka prompted.

“On my honor, and my blood, do I assert that all I say is true, and that none will ever come before you,” Cup exclaimed in ecstasy, her reward thrust joined by a second, then a third, building them both up to another incredible high as the magic built.

The fog swirled around them like a tiny hurricane, and Shaka’s eyes glowed bright enough to light up the room. Strength surged through his body as the binding ritual latched onto the mare’s soul and began to do its work.

“It is done,” Shaka declared a moment before a flash of light nearly blinded them both.

They didn't need to see in order to keep fucking though, as Shaka countinued to pound into the milf until finally they came. Both zebra and pony alike lurched to a sudden stop as Shaka’s cock flared. A moment later and another wave of cum erupted from the titanic tool, splashing against Cup’s sealed womb.

“Here it comes,” Shaka muttered.

“Yes, yes yes, by the stars this is the greatest moment of my life!” Cup screamed to the heavens.

Cum exploded inside the pony, shooting out of her pussy and splashing against the hardwood floor. Neither cared about the mess they were making however, as they were already making out with all the intensity and finesse of teenagers. Their lips mashed against one another, and their tongues slipped from mouth to mouth without rhyme or reason.

Neither spoke a word, but both knew that they were currently experiencing the most mind blowing orgasm of their life. They rid that high for what felt like an entire hour, relishing the sensations until long after they had started to dull. Then when it ended they continued to stay locked together, neither willing to part just yet.

Only when Cup began to run out of air did she finall pull back, gasping desperately as she stared into Shaka’s eyes.

“By the stars dear. That was… there are no words,” Cup muttered.

“You don't need any,” Shaka replied, planting one final kiss on her lips.

“No. No I don't,” Cup replied, a soft, content smile crossing her face.

Shaka returned the expression with a grin of his own, though his was a bit more devilish. “I’d love to stay here all day, but I think the twins have finished setting things up,” offered the zebra.

“Set up what exactly?” Cup replied.

“The studio we’ll be using to make a video. One we’ll send to your ex husband along with the divorce papers,” Shaka answered with a grin.

“Ohoho. How devilish,” Cup playfully batted Shaka’s chest. “How did you convince the twins to do that for you, hmm?”

“They are my wives along with you,” Shaka replied, wincing slightly. “Though you would still be the most senior among my pets.”

“I don't care one way or the other,” Cup stated earnestly, rubbing her nose against Shaka’s. “I’m just glad that they can know this same joy that I have become so familiar with.”

Shaka breathed a sigh of relief. “So, ready to start your film career?”

Cup nodded eagerly. “Of course, my master. Anything for you.”

Shaka grinned. “Damn do those words sound good coming out of your mouth. Come on, let's go complete my obligation to Zecora.”

“Anything for youuuu-” Cup exclaimed in shock, startled by the hoof that held her tight against the zebra’s chest as he walked towards the exit. “Oh my stars this feels great.”

Shaka merely chuckled as he awkwardly trundled up the stairs, his partner pressed against his belly. Cock wedged deep inside the pony, Shaka made sure to use his powers to keep himself from softening completely.

“Nothing's quite as sweet as pony pussy,” Shaka paused. “Though the look on Carrot’s face is going to be a close second.”