The guest

Shaka sat at the table with a wide smile on his face and a spoon in his hoof. He chewed noisily, enjoying the simple oat based cereal more than he normally would. It wasn't due to the flavor though, no it was the ponies sitting across from him that made the meal so pleasurable.

Pound Cake slowly chewed on a bagel, his shoulders slack, and a blush still evident on his face. Small dark rings were visible under his eyes, and Shaka could tell that he was having trouble sitting properly. It was no surprise to the zebra, given all the ‘training’ they had done the night before.

It might have even been a bit too much for the young stallion, but Shaka didn't really care. Both Pound and Pumpkin had left immediately after work on monday the day before, inadvertently screwing up his plans. Their impromptu visit had been a small road block, though one that might have potentially ruined his entire plan if things had gone differently.

Thankfully the twins hadn't spoken about Shaka very much, allowing them to remain relatively ignorant of their shared fascination with him. Though it was becoming more and more difficult to hide their feelings, as even the ever reserved Pumpkin was constantly trying to make out with him. Their cultivated emotions were coming along nicely despite how little time had passed, and Shaka estimated that they would both be under his thrall soon enough.

The mere though of which nearly made the stallion pop a boner right there at the breakfast table. One servant was hot, but two, who were twins of either gender, now that was downright perfect. It was such an enticing thought the male had to stop himself from taking them both right then and there.

Stifling his lust with a spoonful of dry, slightly tasteless oats, Shaka went back to observing and planning. Pumpkin was eating quickly, and quietly, the mare casting the odd furtive glance in the zebra’s direction. The earth pony evidently still wanted him despite the sneaky good morning blowjob she had given him less than an hour earlier.

Shaka bet that she could probably still taste his jizz even now.

The thought enticed the stallion, and he had to push those feelings down by reminding himself of his goals. He wasn't just here for Pumpkin or Pound after all, but rather the entire Cake family, minus a certain ornery old stallion. Who had thankfully stayed out of his way, though it was clear that the patriarch of the family wasn't about to go down without a fight.

Yet he hadn't made his morning appearance yet, a curious change as he liked to glare at the zebra every chance he got. His disappearance was a relief, though it also made Shaka wonder if he was planning something. The dark shaman’s concerns lay elsewhere however, namely with where Cup Cake was, and why she hadn't shown up yet.

“So Shaka, what do you want to do after work today?” Pumpkin asked hesitantly.

The zebra shrugged. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Well I was thinking we could uh… hang out again,” Pumpkin half asked half stated.

“W-what but I thought we were going to go visit Pinkie Pie again? We always go over to her place for a sleep over after the running of the leaves,” Pound replied.

“We don't have to,” Pumpkin offered with a hopeful shrug. “Aunty Pinkie is nice and all but we have everything we need right here.”

Pound cake bit his lip and eyed Shaka with naked lust. “I suppose we have plenty of fun things to do around here already.”

“You should visit Pinkie Pie again,” Shaka encouraged. “After all. We can all hang out whenever, but the running of the leaves happens only once a year.”

“But we just went over there yesterday for Chili Cheese’s birthday party,” Pumpkin replied.

“It would probably mean a lot to her if you went,” Shaka proposed.

Pumpkin Cake sighed. “Yeah I guess it would.”

“And I’m sure Shaka will spend some time with us soon,” Pound Cake added.

“I get him first though,” Pumpkin exclaimed, jabbing a hoof into Pound Cake’s chest.

“Hey no fair. You got to hang out with him last time!” Pound Cake whined. “It's my turn.”

“Don't you think that should be up to me?” Shaka interrupted.

Pound Cake blushed and quickly looked down. “Y-yes sir.”

“S-sorry Shaka,” Pumpkin Cake added.

Shaka grinned, and reached across the table, patting their hooves lovingly. “Don't worry. I’ll make sure to spend plenty of time with you guys soon.”

The creak of a door stopped the conversation dead in its tracks and everyone turned toward where Cup Cake stood. The older mare appeared to have aged a decade in the course of a mere two days, and wore a deep scowl as well as a ratty bathrobe. In an instant the temperature of the room plummeted ten degrees, and the twins quickly averted their eyes while their mother shambled toward the coffee maker.

“Why don't you two start by getting the shop ready early?” Shaka whispered, the zebra leaning across the table.

The twins both nodded.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Pound Cake murmured.

“Mom looks really angry,” Pumpkin Cake remarked.

“You guys go on. I’ll talk to her,” Shaka encouraged, leaning back once more.

The pair nodded before quickly getting up from the table and slipping out the door. If their mother saw them leave she didn't make a note of it, and dutifully went about making herself a strong cup of coffee. Only after taking a sip of the dark black roast did the older mare even seem aware of her surroundings.

“Where did Pound and Pumpkin go?” she asked while ambling over to the table.

“They offered to get the store open early for you,” Shaka replied, rising from the table. “Would you like some of your diet brand cereal?”

“No,” Cup Cake quickly replied. “I was about to make a bagel with cream cheese for myself.”

“Allow me,” Shaka exclaimed, the zebra already trotting over to the counter.

“Oh no you really don't have to,” Cup Cake replied. “I’m quite capable of making it myself.”

“If I’m being frank with you Cup, you don't look like you could. Please, allow me,” Shaka stressed.

The mare seemed ready to argue for a few seconds before releasing a long sigh and sitting back down. “Fine. I suppose I probably do look a bit disheveled,” she admitted.

Shaka gave the mare’s wild bed head a brief glance before getting back to his self appointed task once more. He retreived a plate, bagel, and cream cheese in silence, giving Cup Cake the chance to drink most of her coffee. Only after he heard the sound of a relatively empty mug hit the table did the zebra turn around and deliver her meal.

“There you are,” he greeted, placing the plate before her. “Feel better?”

“At least half alive now,” Cup Cake muttered, the mare picking up the bagel before pausing. “Thank you Shaka.”

“It's no problem at all,” replied the zebra, as he sat down across from the pony. “Did you not sleep well?”

Cup Cake grunted and swallowed. “You could say that.”

“I hope at least Mr. Cake had a good rest,” Shaka offered.

The mare grunted bitterly. “He left late last night. Apparently they caught someone stealing from our store in Canterlot and they needed him to make a statement.”

“That is… Interesting,” Shaka murmured. “Strange though. Couldn't he just give a statement to the local guards?”

“You’d think that wouldn't you,” Cup Cake angrily muttered.

Shaka rapped his hoof against the table. “You don't suspect that something more serious is happening up there do you?”

Cup Cake paused, and eyed the stallion closely. “What do you mean?”

“Well it doesn't make a lot of sense though does it? Seems to me like something is going on,” Shaka continued.

“What exactly are you insinuating?” Cup Cake inquired, her tone growing tense.

Shaka shrugged. “Just that it might be a little more than simple theft. After all, if they caught the pony then why would they need Carrot so soon?”

“Oh… I guess that makes sense,” Cup Cake admitted, biting into her bagel.

Shaka smiled to himself and watched as the pony’s expression became deeply introspective. It then shifted to one of anger, before becoming neutral once more as she contemplated the matter more intensely. It was the exact series of expressions that Shaka was hoping for, and he rose from the table with a small smile on his face.

“I think I’ll join the twins now,” he offered.

“Oh uh sure. Thank you again Shaka,” Cup Cake muttered.

“Not a problem Cup,” Shaka replied before turning around.

“Please remember to call me Mrs-” Cup Cake began, only for the door to close behind the zebra. “-cake.”

She sighed, looking down at the half eaten meal her newest employee had made for her. “That stallion is a miracle worker. Maybe I should tell Carrot that I intend on keeping him on permanently after all,” she muttered to herself.

The pony sighed. “I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

“I see you all are ready to go,” Shaka offered, eying the twins as they assembled near the back of the bakery.

Pound Cake struggled briefly as he heaved a pair of saddle bags onto his back. “Tell me again why we need so much stuff for only a single night?” he groaned.

Pumpkin Cake giggled. “You know, Pinkie Pie. She always throws us a party when we come over, so I brought along a few outfits in case it's formal.”

“Pinkie wouldn't…” Pound Cake paused, only to groan. “Actually yes she would.”

“Oh don't be such a stick in the mud. That fancy ball she threw was actually pretty fun,” Pumpkin offered.

Pound Cake hummed. “I guess it wasn't bad. She really knows how to keep us guessing.”

“Did either of you see your mother leave early today?” Shaka inquired.

Pound Cake shook his head. “No. I was up front for the last few hours.”

“Oh yeah I saw her sneak upstairs with a few bottles of wine after getting a letter,” Pumpkin replied.

“A letter?” Shaka pressed.

Pumpkin shrugged. “I didn't read it, and mom ripped it up right away.”

“Is she going to be okay? Maybe we should cancel our sleepover with Pinkie,” Pound Cake murmured.

“I’ll take care of her. Trust me,” Shaka exclaimed.

“That's so sweet of you,” Pound Cake purred.

“Before I forget, Pound Cake,” Shaka began. “Did you remember to close the till?”

The feminine male blinked. “I can't remember. One second.”

When the young pony left the room, Shaka leaned in, and clasped Pumpkin on the chin, drawing her into a brief, but passionate kiss. One that he deepened immediately, the zebra’s hoof caressing her soft features for several long, intense moments. Then they parted, and he leaned towards her ear.

“Remember. Keep us a secret for now. I promise to tell everyone soon,” Shaka whispered.

Pumpkin Cake shuddered. “Yes Shaka, whatever you say.”

“Why don't you wait outside? I need to ask Pound Cake something before you guys go,” Shaka offered.

Pumpkin nodded eagerly. “Of course. Just… nevermind.”

The female pony turned and departed, leaving Shaka with a hint of worry that wriggled angrily at the back of his mind. Then Pound Cake returned, and Shaka reminded himself of the plan, as well as what he needed to do next.

“It was closed, I made-” Pound Cake began.

Only for Shaka’s lips to meet his own, causing the pony to melt into the embrace, moaning softly as the zebra’s tongue darted into his mouth. Though it didn't last long, it was enough to make Pound Cake begin to grow hard, and for a powerful heat to bloom within him. When Shaka took a step back, Pound Cake nearly followed him, desperate to feel his lover’s touch for even a moment longer.

He stopped himself though, and swallowed his lingering desire dutifully.

“Remember, don't tell anyone about us,” Shaka reminded. “I’ll tell the others soon, but for now let's keep it a secret.”

“Yes Shaka. Anything for you,” Pound Cake whispered huskily.

Shaka smirked. “Oh and enjoy your time with Pinkie Pie.”

Pound Cake bobbed his head eagerly. “I will Shaka. See you soon.”

“See you soon, my pet,” Shaka replied with a slight smirk.

The zebra watched the demure stallion go, his gaze lingering on the pony’s backside just long enough to make his cock stir within its sheethe. Tearing his eyes from the other male’s ass, Shaka waited until Pound Cake was gone, and the door was closed firmly behind him. With that done, he made sure to lock it firmly, then he trotted over to the garbage can nearest Cup Cake’s office.

Fishing around in its contents, the zebra quickly found his prize, and gathered up the tattered remnants of a letter. Carefully cupping the shredded paper, Shaka dumped it into the staff toilet and flushed it down without a second thought.

Now that he had handled everything that he needed to, the zebra began to trot towards his final destination for the night. His steps were light, and he carefully walked up the stairs, stopping only when he had reached the door at the top. Opened only a few inches, Shaka peered intently into the space beyond, his gaze immediately settling on the couch.

The small sitting area across from the kitchen wasn't overly large, but it was enough for the small family. Or a single mother who was listening to a slightly upbeat record talking about how into each life some rain must fall. On the small coffee table in front of her were several empty wine bottles, and a single quite full glass resting on its edge.

Cup Cake herself was only half aware of her surroundings, the mare bobbing her head to the tune with her eyes closed. It was a hard sight, and it made Shaka feel a bit guilty about what he was doing, but he pushed that feeling deep down inside of himself. With that nagging sensation gone, Shaka took a step back and cleared his throat before raising his hoof.

Knocking twice, the zebra waited patiently for a response that came only a few short seconds later.

“Come in,” offered the mare, her voice only slightly slurred.

“It's just me,” Shaka greeted.

The zebra pulled open the door, and shut it firmly behind him, subtly locking it just to make sure they werent interrupted.

“Oh Shaka, just the zebra I wanted to see,” Cup Cake exclaimed, scooping up her glass of wine and downing it in a single titanic gulp.

“What did you want to see me for?” Shaka offered, the zebra stopping at the end of the couch.

Cup Cake awkwardly shifted into a sitting position, swaying briefly as she set the cup back down.

“I wanted to thank you again,” Cup Cake began. “Things have been really turning around lately, and it's all because of you.”

“Oh I wouldn't take all the credit,” Shaka quickly replied. “Pound and Pumpkin have both been very receptive to my suggestions.”

The mare sighed, and flicked a hoof against the cup, causing the crystal to ring faintly. “At least they listen to someone in this house,” she muttered.

Shaka frowned. “That's not what I meant.”

“No, it's fine,” Cup Cake interrupted. “I’m just a tad bitter about you doing a better job raising my kids than I have.”

“I’m not raising your kids. I’m merely… pointing out some small ways that they can be better. That's all,” Shaka exclaimed.

Cup Cake snorted. “Then what do you call setting that gang packing? Cus that seemed pretty big to me.”

Shaka sighed. “It really wasn't that big of a deal. I just exchanged words with a few of them.”

Cup Cake shook her head. “You are too modest for you own good. It's kind of infuriating,”

The mare fell sideways back onto the couch as the music shifted, and a soft, southern voice began to sing about the end of the world. The singer asked why her heart still beat, and why her eyes cry, drawing the mood even further towards the gutter. Shaka trotted over to the back of the couch, and laid a hoof on the mare’s shoulder.

“Would you like me to make some tea? It will help with the hangover tomorrow,” Shaka offered.

“I haven't drunk that much,” Cup Cake muttered, only to notice the empty bottles before her. “Well, maybe a little chamomile might be nice.”

“I have something much better,” Shaka replied as he trotted away.

While he busied himself making tea, the zebra couldn't help but notice that his host was eying him curiously. Making sure not to give any indication that he knew about her quiet inspection, Shaka subtly flexed while he moved around the kitchen. It made him feel rather silly, but the zebra could tell that his little display was having the effect he hoped it would.

Her breathing grew somewhat quicker, and when he finally assembled his drink she had turned all the way around. Clutching the back of the couch tightly in her hooves, the mare looked like a child waiting eagerly for a treat. Flashing the female a smirk, Shaka trotted back over to the sitting area, and sat a respectful distance from the mare.

Setting the cup on the coffee table, Shaka flashed the marte a wide smile. “There you are. That should help.”

“Thank you dear,” Cup Cake muttered, a blush remaining on her cheeks even as she reached for the tea.

The zebra smiled. “So is there a reason you’re enjoying such a fine vintage so early.”

“Ahh yes, the fine vintage of last year,” Cup Cake muttered, sipping her tea.

“You’re dodging the question,” Shaka accused, jabbing a hoof at the mare. “Surely if this was a celebration you wouldn't be quite so dour.”

“I also would have invited someone else to this little pity party,” Cup Cake murmured.

“So what's the matter?” Shaka pressed. “More issues at the other location?”

Cup Cake sighed, cradling the tea cup between her forehooves. “Carrot won't be back for a while. Apparently he has a lot of business to attend to.”

“And that's enough to warrant all this?” Shaka inquired, gesturing to the table.

“No,” Cup Cake admitted. “He also asked to ‘discuss our marriage’ once he came back. He told me all this in a letter no less.”

Shaka sighed. “I’m sorry about that. Your husband seems to demand quite a bit of you.”

Cup Cake squeezed her drink tightly, her brow knitting furiously. “I hate it. I hate what our family has become and I hate that I’m the only one who is expected not to have any secrets.”

“Surely Carrot isn't cheating, right? I mean why would he do that,” Shaka offered.

The mare stared off into space for several seconds before taking another long sip and setting the cup down on the table. She then turned to Shaka and fixed him with a strangely intense gaze, her forehoof resting on his lower thigh.

“What do you want out of life, Shaka?” she asked in a low tone.

“I want what you want,” Shaka quickly replied. “A loving family, a partner, children. A business would be nice but none of that really matters as much as having people who love me.”

“That is…” Cup Cake bit her lip. “Your everything my Carrot used to be.”

“The real question is what do you want Cup Cake?” Shaka asked, laying a hoof over the mare’s.

“I…” the earth pony hesitated “I want what you want, and I also…”

“Tell me, Cup. Tell me what you want,” Shaka whispered.

“I want you,” Cup Cake muttered, a guilty blush crossing her face. “I want to get back at my husband. I want to be loved by someone who doesn't reprimand me for every decision I make.”

She sighed. “Even if it's only for tonight.”

Shaka smiled. “I wouldn't mind doing that for you.”

Cup Cake shook her head and rose suddenly from the couch. “What am I saying? I’m your boss. You’re staying in my house. I can't just do that with you it's wrong. I’m-”

The mare’s runaway thoughts were stopped dead in their tracks when Shaka kissed her suddenly. For a moment the pony was too shocked to move, then she realized what had happened, and felt the urge to pull away. That feeling faded when she took a sharp breath and the heat in her loins grew considerably in mere moments.

Shaka smiled as he pulled away, running a hoof down the pony’s cheek. “Still want me to go?” He asked in a low tone.

“I…” Cup Cake shook her head. “No. I want- no, need this. But you can't tell anyone.”

“What do you ponies say? Scout’s honor?” Shaka replied, pressing a hoof over his heart.

“I’m serious. Not the twins, not the grocer, nobody,” Cup Cake stressed.

“I get it Cup,” Shaka replied. “I swear that I won't ever tell a soul.”

The zebra leaned in and stole another kiss, but was cut off when his partner gently pushed him away.

“And this is only one time,” she stated. “I just need a little relief is all. Carrot left before we could even make love.”

Shaka smiled. “Of course. You aren't in heat are you?”

“Definitely not,” Cup Cake quickly replied, stopping herself before she could add. But it sure feels like it. To the end of her sentence.

“Good,” Shaka exclaimed, leaning in close. “Because I want to fill you to the brim.”

“Oh Shaka,” Cup Cake moaned.

The mare was immediately overwhelmed by her lover’s lips, a hoof tenderly holding her chin. His touch was soft, yet firm, all while containing a level of lust the mare has not experienced in years. It was clear even from the brief meeting that he yearned for her in a way Cup Cake didn't expect.

It was enticing, and the mare felt her body yield to his desires, allowing the stallion to deepen the kiss. While at the same time he ran his hoof down her cheek to her neck before finally stopping at her chest, where it remained for the moment. Though his hoof may no longer have been in motion, his lips and tongue never slowed, repeatedly meeting their counterparts.

Each embrace was short, tender, and it made her want the stallion even more than she already did. A soft nip, a gentle bite, and the pony felt as though her partner had ignited a fire in her belly. Cup Cake needed him more than anything, and she could barely stop herself from breaking the kiss in order to spread herself for him.

Then a shove, and she felt herself fall into the couch, the brief moment of weightlessness making her heart quicken. Her fear was gone as quickly as it came, and she couldn't help but giggle excitedly as the zebra stepped onto the couch. Smiling coyly, Cup Cake kept her knees together, forcing Shaka to gently pry them apart and slide between them.

“You are so very beautiful,” Shaka whispered as he crawled up her body.

“Oh stop. I’m no such thing,” Cup Cake muttered bashfully.

“lies,” Shaka retorted, planting a kiss on the mare’s stomach. “Every little part of you is perfect.”

Cup Cake wanted to deny it, to remind her young lover of her age, but no words came out. Her response cut short but a rapid series of soft kisses that ended on her right nipple, causing the mare to gasp out loud. Shaka didn't stop there however, ruthlessly teasing the pony by kissing his way back and forth across her plump teets.

He didn't linger for long, and only a few seconds later he had returned to making his way back up her body. Another line of kisses, peppered the mare’s stomach and neck, ending only when their lips met once more. This time when they kissed Cup Cake matched her partner’s intensity perfectly, writhing and moaning as they made out.

His tongue entered her mouth, then slipped away, chased closely by the mare’s own slippery appendage. Darting back and forth, the two lovers kissed and caressed one another, exploring the other’s body with a heated, intense desire.

Cup Cake’s hooves lingered on the zebra’s prominent stomach muscles, before slowly slipping to his upper legs. Everywhere her touch lingered, the pony felt a youthful, well defined physique that served to further entice the already lust addled mare. In contrast Shaka’s hooves stayed close to his partner’s face, caressing her cheek, and running through her mane.

While the pair mapped out the other’s naked form, Shaka’s now rock hard cock came to rest just outside of Cup Cake’s dripping pussy. The throbbing appendage twitched needfully, though Shaka dared not rush things, even if he could feel his partner’s need. It wasn't enough that she wanted him, Shaka needed her to yearn for him, to beg for his cock and give in to her desires.

That didn't take long, as Cup Cake’s frequent soft moans had already grown louder and more prominent. In only a few minutes she was pushing back against the zebra’s touch, pressing herself into every kiss and pulling him closer when he tried to shift back. Until he moved a little too quickly, leaving Cup Cake feeling empty, vulnerable, and desperate for his touch.

“You want it don't you?” Shaka whispered, leaning in close to the mare’s ear.

“Mmm yes,” Cup Cake moaned, her body wriggling as she tried to contain her lust. “I need your cock.”

“Tell me how badly you need it, and I just might give it to you,” Shaka replied.

Cup Cake bit her lip before releasing a sharp sigh. “I need it so badly that it almost scares me. Please Shaka, fuck me.”

The zebra wanted to make her beg a little more, to debase herself even more, but he was just too turned on. Enough time had passed after all, and with his tea now in full effect Shaka knew he didn't have to hold back. All he had to do was fulfill his lover’s desires and he would have everything he wanted out of life.

To that end he drew back his hips, leaned forward, and just as he thrust, planted his lips against hers. Though stifled, he could still hear, and taste the moan as it slipped from Cup Cake’s lips. Wide and flat, the head of his cock only just barely managed to penetrate her, though thankfully his next push had help.

Copious amount of liquid excitement coated the tip of his cock, and ran down the insides of Cup Cake’s legs, pooling on the couch. A little extra power was all it took to enable Shaka’s stallionhood to begin sliding its way deep into the mare’s dripping pussy. He didn't rush it though, and after he had managed to get a good third of his cock into her, he stopped.

Their lips parted once more, though this time Shaka did not embrace her again only a few moments later. He took a detour, trailing kisses down her cheek and across her jaw before coming to rest at her neck. There he nipped and nibbled at the soft flesh, teasing out a few half giggled moans before kissing her once more.

When the embrace deepened, Shaka pushed his hips forward, his cock gliding into his partner’s pussy. Though she had experience, and two kids, the pony wasn't loose, and it took until Shaka was nearly half way inside before he met resistance. When he did, Cup Cake recoiled, and released a soft gasp of pleasure as well as surprise.

“You’re so deep inside of me,” she whispered, her hooves twitching. “Please give me more.”

“As you command,” Shaka whispered huskily.

The zebra redoubled his efforts, drawing his hips back before thrusting forward with far more force. Cup Cake moaned loudly, her inhibitions loosening to the point that she even whispered her lover’s name. It was a small thing, but for some reason it felt more like cheating than even letting the young stallion inside of her.

She didn't linger on the subject for long however, as another thrust filled her mind with ecstasy and her pussy with cock. He was big, Cup Cake quickly realized, big enough that her husband simply couldn't compare in length or width. In fact she hadn't been stretched that much since giving birth, and that thought excited her for a reason she couldn't quite explain.

It was a deep, dark realization, which she quickly buried along with the rest, relishing purely in the more earthly desires of the flesh. In seconds all such worries were gone, washed away in a seemingly endless tide of pleasure. Her pussy stretched, the walls of which were pushed wider then they had been for a long time, adding even more fuel to the flames of her lust.

On and on Shaka pressed, pouring more of himself into her, until Cup Cake swore that she had taken it all. Only to be surprised when she felt another inch cram its way into her now tight pussy and drawing forth a loud moan. Her forehooves gripped around his midsection tightly, and she had to stop herself from scratching her way down his back.

“Fuck that is good,” Cup Cake cursed.

“Watch your language. Otherwise I may have to punish you,” Shaka replied, nipping at the mare’s neck.

“Oh stars above. Please punish me. I’ve been a bad, bad mare,” Cup Cake muttered huskily.

“If you insist,” Shaka exclaimed.

Cup Cake didn't have long to consider the zebra’s words, as he pounded his hips against her own, unceremoniously burying himself in her. Her lustful moan turned into a sharp cry of surprise, though not of pain, the shock of the penetration quickly being overwhelmed with pleasure. He was just so large, that it felt like the zebra had managed to fill the entirety of her pussy from lips to cervix.

She knew that wasn't possible, but it still felt like it, which only turned the mare on even more. Cup Cake didn't get the chance to contemplate that feeling for long however, as Shaka’s hips were already in motion. Pulling back, he slammed into her with enough force to make the couch squeak as it shifted across the floor.

Cup Cake’s entire body trembled under the force of the thrust, and she tightened her grip on Shaka even more. Holding on for dear life, Cup Cake rode out a ruthless pounding that made her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her moan grew long, her voice going up and down octaves depending on if Shaka was pulling out or thrusting forward.

Then his teeth met her neck, and Cup Cake felt a small twinge of pain shoot through her. This tiny point of agony added to the roiling wave of pleasure coursing through her, somehow making the experience even more powerful. His bite didn't last long, and the zebra planted a kiss on the same spot before nipping at another spot and repeating the process.

It was all too much for the love starved mare, and all at once she felt her body begin to shake as a powerful orgasm overtook her. She had felt it coming a few seconds earlier, yet the pony almost didn't believe what her senses were telling her. It was too soon, and he was being far too rough, or at least that's what she tried to tell herself anyway.

She liked the slow passionate sex that her husband was known for, not this rough, intense experience she was now a part of. Yet even as she told herself that, the words rang hollow, and she knew they werent true. She yearned for this moment, needed to feel her mind drift away as it was lost in a sea of passion that she had not braved in years.

All at once she felt young, powerful again, and she loved every second of it.

“Oh yes, give it to me, Shaka. Fuck me like I’m yours,” Cup Cake exclaimed.

The zebra grinned, and began to move faster, his hips becoming a blur of motion as he pounded the hell out of his lover. It wasn't quite what Shaka had planned, but who was he to deny a mare in need? So he continued, edging himself closer and closer to orgasm as time ticked by.

The mare’s grip was like iron, and soon the only thing between them was a bit of fur, and a fine layer of sweat. The kiss began anew, and this time Cup Cake was the passionate one, holding Shaka tightly. Awed, and aroused by the sheer intensity of the embrace, Shaka could feel his own orgasm begin to creep up on him.

As he contemplated holding it off through a few mental tricks, Shaka felt Cup Cake’s pussy tighten suddenly. Then it was gone, though her moans had raised several octaves, indicating that she was nearly as close as he was. That was all the zebra needed to know, and with a savage intensity, he brought every last bit of strength he had to bear.

The clap of her ass cheeks grew loud, as did the lusty moans which now spilled constantly from the mare’s lips. Too intense to maintain the kiss, Shaka pulled back, and stared down into the mare’s eyes, meeting her lusty gaze with one of his own. For a moment they felt as though they were connected, a bridge briefly connecting their yearning souls.

Then it was gone, and Cup Cake squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling with an almost violent intensity. Shaka didn't mind, and though he suspected she was thinking of her husband at that moment, he knew that would change.

Drawing his hips back one final time, Shaka buried himself in Cup Cake’s pussy, stuffing her to the absolute brim. The pony’s bottom lip trembled, and Shaka could feel a surge of mare cum coat his twitching cock. With a grunt, the zebra mashed his hips against his partner’s, desperately embedding every last millimeter he had.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Cup Cake repeated, her hooves squeezing so tightly that Shaka doubt he could have pulled away even if he wanted to.

Shaka desired no such thing, the zebra remaining as close as he could manage for as long as possible. Deep within the mare, piping hot zebra seed was being funneled directly into her womb, the virile cum filling her in seconds. It was altogether too much for the mare, who had never experienced something so powerful in her entire life.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of having her body flooded with the cum of a creature that she was not in a relationship with. This rough, dirty fuck on her couch eclipsed everything from her first time with Carrot, to even her honeymoon. It was a realization she desperately wished to avoid, yet try as she might, the pony couldn't help but contemplate it.

She wondered what it would be like to experience such ecstasy every day, and to wake up knowing that it was coming. Desperate to rid herself of such cloying thoughts, the mare released a shuddering sigh and opened her eyes. Meeting Shaka’s inquisitive gaze, Cup Cake felt her heart skip a beat, though thankfully no more than just the once.

“That was wonderful,” Shaka whispered.

Cup Cake blinked. “Oh uh yes. It was… amazing.”

Shaka smirked at her lover’s hesitancy, the zebra easily able to tell that she wanted to say perfect, but had resisted the urge. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Shaka remarked.

“I guess we should get up then,” Cup Cake remarked somewhat hesitantly. “You have finished, right?”

“Just a second more here and yes. I’ll be done,” Shaka declared.

Cup Cake bit back the urge to compliment the zebra’s endurance. “Thank you by the way.”

“Oh? You’re done already? I thought you wanted to move to the bed for round two,” Shaka replied.

Cup Cake opened her mouth to respond, only to find no words. “Round two? But Carrot-”

“I am not Carrot,” Shaka quickly interjected. “If we are only going to get one night together then we should enjoy it shouldn't we?”

“I…” Cup Cake didn't know what to say.

“Or we could just stay here, and move to the bed for round three,” Shaka offered.

“Round three… You can do that?” Cup Cake muttered.

“I can do that and so much more,” Shaka whispered.

Cup Cake bit her lip briefly. “Show me. Show me all that you may offer so that I will be satisfied with only this night.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Shaka cooed.