The guest

Shaka wiped his hooves off on a nearby dish rag, removing the flour which clung to his limbs. With that done he looked around the kitchen, his gaze going from one workstation to the next. Each one was clean, and orderly, ingredients and toppings set out, ready to be used the moment they were needed.

With all that complete Shaka nodded confidently to himself, and was about to head upstairs when he heard a door open. Turning to the back exit he saw Pound Cake slip inside the bakery, a nervous smile on his feminine face. The sight was an unpleasant one in Shaka’s opinion, given that the other male had hidden his more attractive features. For example, his hair had been tied back so it didn't look quite as long, and Pound Cake had even changed how he walked to ensure his flank bounced less.

“All cleaned up I see,” Shaka remarked.

Pound Cake nodded submissively. “It is. Though it took a bit to clean your sheets.”

Shaka chuckled. “That's fine. We have all the time in the world to deal with such small issues.”

“That's good to hear, my master. Are you all done here?” Pound Cake inquired as he looked around.

“I am,” Shaka replied, gesturing to the stairs. “Please, join me for breakfast.”

“With pleasure,” Pound Cake replied.

The feminine stallion took the lead, enjoying the fact that he could let his body jiggle and bounce the way it normally would. The jog up the two small flights of stairs was short, yet was still long enough to make Shaka begin to grow hard once more. All he had to do was reach out and take the other male and he could satisfy that lust, though he refrained from doing so.

Shaka had work to do, and others to bring under his sway, after all.

As they neared the entrance to the family’s private abode, Shaka took the lead, striding confidently into the room. There he looked around to find a slightly bored, and tired looking Pumpkin Cake sitting alone at the table. A single bowl had been set out and filled with cereal which the lone pony poked at as Shaka entered.

“Oh Shaka!” Pumpkin muttered, hastily chewing and swallowing her food. “Are you here alone or is… ah there’s my brother.”

“Try to seem at least a little happy to see me,” Pound Cake remarked as he walked over to the fridge and pulled it open.

“It's not like that. I was just hoping that…” Pumpkin Cake bit her lip as she glanced furtivly at Shaka. “Nevermind. Its nothing.”

Shaka smiled as he sat next to the mare, immediately leaning to the side and stealing a kiss the second Pound Cake looked away. Not like he needed to hide his relationship from the other stallion given everything, but Pumpkin didn't need to know that. Either way she didn't seem to care and eagerly indulged in the physical affection, hooves caressing and touching Shaka’s side.

Then they parted, and Shaka smiled faintly, a hoof reaching down to squeeze her ass. “It's good to see you,” he whispered.

“It's good to see you too, Shaka. I’m glad you made it out of there safe and sound,” Pumpkin whispered back.

“I’m fine too ya know,” Pound Cake sarcastically remarked.

“Yeah whatever,” Pumpkin retorted with a smile on her face.

Shaka chuckled. “I had a few bruises but your brother helped me.”

“Who would have thought he’d make such a good nurse,” Pumpkin teased.

“I am an excellent nurse,” Pound Cake retorted unashamedly.

Pumpkin blinked, quickly adjusting to her brother’s sudden acceptance of his own femininity.

“Shaka is probably just being nice. You couldn't bandage your own skinned knee when we were kids,” Pumpkin Cake shot back.

Pound Cake giggled. “True. I was a bit of a wuss when it came to blood.”

“Or dirt, or just being outside, or anywhere that wasn't our mother’s shadow,” Pumpkin Cake exclaimed.

Shaka gently elbowed the mare in the side. “It's great to see you coming out of your shell,” he whispered.

“Quite. I didn't think I’d ever see this side of you again,” Pound Cake added.

Pumpkin blushed, and looked away. “Well I’ve had help,” she murmured.

Pound Cake sat down across from the two, placing a plate of toast in front of himself, and a sandwich before Shaka.

“Enjoy,” Pound Cake declared.

“Thank you Pound Cake,” Shaka replied, only to pause. “Say, where is your mother this morning? I would have assumed she wanted to see you the second she woke up.”

“Oh uh. She's out,” Pumpkin Cake muttered, subtly shifting away from the zebra.

“Out? Mom never goes anywhere this early,” Pound Cake wondered aloud.

Shaka hummed thoughtfully. “That is indeed quite strange. Has something happened?”

Pumpkin quickly shook her head, her gaze remaining on her cereal which she gently stirred with a spoon.

“N-no. She just… had to go,” Pumpkin Cake cleared her throat. “Probably something to do with dad coming back in a few days.”

“I suppose,” Shaka muttered, nodding absently.

The zebra had to contain his excitement at hearing those words, as it meant that his plan was going perfectly. A few subtle adjustments was all he had needed to ensure that everyone believed Carrot Cake would return later then he was supposed to. With that in mind Shaka just needed to talk Mrs Cake into one last round of mind blowing sex right when Mr Cake was returning home and everything would be perfect.

With nowhere else to go, and having been shunned by her husband Mrs Cake would be an easy target. A few kind words, and the mare would no doubt rebound right into Shaka’s waiting embrace. From there it wouldn't be hard at all to make sure that she was his in both body as well as soul.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Pound Cake asked before munching on a peice of toasted bread.

Shaka raised an eyebrow. “Is she throwing some kind of party for him?”

Pumpkin Cake bit her lip and shook her head. “N-no. She just… is out. That's all.”

“That doesn't explain much,” Shaka pointed out.

“Yeah, what's up with you today Pumpkin?” Pound Cake pressed.

Taking this as a sign to apply more pressure, Shaka leaned in close, making sure the mare got a solid lungful of his mind altering scent.

“N-nothing,” Pumpkin Cake stuttered. “I just uh… I’m not hungry anymore.”

Before the pony could rise from her seat Shaka caught her by the leg and gently, yet firmly, pushed her back down.

“Why don't you tell us what's going on?” Shaka half asked, half commanded.

Pumpkin Cake seemed ready to resist, but after a moment of quiet, she sighed deeply, as if a great weight had fallen from her shoulders.

“Mom had cervix cancer when we were really little,” Pumpkin Cake began. “Every month she goes to the doctor to get herself checked in order to make sure it doesn't come back.”

“Why would she hide that?” asked Pound Cake.

“She's an earth pony,” Pumpkin Cake replied with a shrug. “I’ve heard it's a mark against one’s honor if they end up with some affliction that renders them unable to have kids.”

“She can have kids though, right?” Shaka asked somewhat nervously.

Pumpkin Cake nodded. “They got the cancer in time, but apparently due what kind of cancer she had, mom has to keep going back to make sure it doesn't become a problem again.”

Shaka breathed a sigh of relief. “That's good.”

“Why do you ask?” Pumpkin Cake inquired.

“No reason. Simple curiosity,” Shaka quickly replied, waving a hoof in the air.

Pound Cake raised an eyebrow curiously, as if offering to do something to help his master without actually uttering a sound.

Shaka nodded before turning back to Pumpkin Cake.

“How long ago did she leave?” Shaka inquired.

“An hour or so? I’m not sure. I was barely awake when she left,” Pumpkin Cake admitted.

“That is unfortunate… Could you two perhaps get ready for the breakfast rush without me?” Shaka asked.

“Are you-” Pumpkin Cake began.

“Sounds good, Shaka. Come on Pumpkin, let's go,” Pound Cake interrupted.

Pumpkin Cake gave Shaka one last confused look before being reluctantly dragged from the room by her sibling. The zebra remained at the table for nearly a minute longer, waiting until long after the sound of hooves departed before he rose from his chair. Shaka then grabbed an empty plate and very nearly threw it against the ground, the stallion barely able to contain his anger.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “How did I miss that?”

He began to pace, occasionally biting or chewing on his lip.

“If she finds out what I’m planning then it's over, and I can kiss what gains I’ve made goodbye,” Shaka muttered to himself. “No. I still have Pound Cake. Perhaps I could retreat to the Everfree or make a request for assistance from Zecora.”

Shaka stopped and shook his head vigorously. “No. Things haven't unraveled quite yet. In fact I might even be able to use this to my advantage. If she knows then she may very well abandon her worthless husband without prompting.”

The zebra grabbed the peanut butter and jelly sandwich Pound Cake had made him and eagerly bit into it. As he chewed Shaka continued to walk back and forth, his mind churning with possibilities. Most werent good, but he still gave himself a good chance of completing all of the objectives he was hoping to accomplish.

It would take luck, and a considerable effort on his part though.

Shaka swallowed the food and stood facing the door.

“Right. It's not over yet,” he told the empty room.

Angry stomping hooves heralded the arrival of Mrs Cake who emerged into her family’s home like an angry bull. Immediately her gaze swung left, then right, searching for the source of her ire, whom upon being spotted, smiled widely.

“Ahh Cup Cake. How are you? I didn't catch you at breakfast this morning,” Shaka remarked as he scrubbed a plate.

Mrs Cake kicked the door closed behind her, and trotted up to the male.

“Cut the act,” she demanded.

“There must be some manner of mistranslation. You want me to drop this?” Shaka asked, waving the dripping plate above the sink.

“No not that. It's a metaphor,” Mrs Cake sighed and ran a hoof down her face. “I know what you did to my tea the other day.”

“Your tea?” Shaka smiled. “Ahh so it worked. You must have slept very well.”

“Why would I…” Mrs Cake groaned. “I know you did something to make me ovulate.”

“No no no. My tea helps calm the nerves and aids in sleep. Despite pony propaganda it's not some kind of aphrodisiac or the like,” Shaka corrected, quickly finishing his dishes and wiping his hooves before reaching into the cupboard. “Here, you may see for yourself.”

Mrs Cake was about to offer some kind of retort when she noticed that the box of tea bags was branded. Not only that but the words were all in common as well, meaning she could read the many declarations of its effectiveness. Claims that it would help the drinker get to sleep faster, fall into a deeper slumber, and aid any troubled nerves were displayed next to its name.

Sleep Eze Brew.

“Oh,” Mrs Cake muttered. “I must have been mistaken.”

“It's quite alright though I’m wondering what you meant by ovulating. That does have something to do with fertility right?” Shaka replied.

Mrs Cake sighed. “It means that on the night we well… had sex,” Mrs Cake whispered before standing straighter. “I had a viable egg, so when you finished inside of me you knocked me up.”

“Knocked…” Shaka’s eyes went wide and he grabbed the pony around the shoulders. “Oh this is most wonderful news! Truly our ancestors are smiling down on us both!”

“No this is not a good thing, can't you see!” Mrs Cake exclaimed, struggling in the zebra’s grip. “I’m a married mare, and your the employee I brought on to help me.”

“I do not understand,” Shaka muttered, placing Mrs Cake back on the ground. “To have a baby outside of your heat is considered a great omen. Our child will have a powerful, important destiny.”

Mrs Cake roughly pushed the zebra away, allowing her to stand on her own four hooves once more.

“It isn't ours, it's mine. I can't just leave my husband,” Cup Cake declared.

“Why not?” Shaka retorted. “This seems like a sign. We were meant to be more then what you ponies call ‘fuck buddies’.”

Mrs Cake blushed and looked away. “That is not what we are,” she muttered angrily.

“So you do want to be more!” Shaka declared, his eyes widening. “How wonderful it is to hear you say that. Perhaps we can start by going on a date. That is how you ponies do it right?”

Mrs Cake groaned. “No, that's not what I was thinking at all.”

“But our child-”

Mrs Cake stomped a hoof. “It isn't yours.”

Shaka frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that as soon as Carrot returns I will have sex wth him, and convince him that its his. I’m fairly certain he has some zebra ancestors somewhere so it shouldn't be hard,” Mrs Cake remarked.

“But, that would be a lie,” Shaka pointed out.

“Oh it would, and I don't like it but I have to think of my family,” Mrs Cake murmured, her features softening. “Which is why I’ll have to let you go in a week’s time.”

Shaka’s jaw fell open. “What do you mean?”

“I mean just that,” Mrs Cake whispered, placing a hoof on Shaka’s shoulder. “You have been a wonderful help, a fantastic lover and we owe you so much, but so long as you are around we’ll both be tempted to continue our relationship.”

Mrs Cake shook her head. “And I can't have that. Not if I hope to keep this family together.”

“But Cup Cake, we had such fun. Did you not enjoy yourself?” Shaka whispered, running a hoof across Mrs Cake’s cheek.

“I did. Truly I did,” Mrs Cake muttered, clasping the zebra’s hoof. “You’ve been the best partner I’ve ever taken, and I wish I didn't have to do any of this but again. I have to think of my family above all others.”

Shaka took a step back and nodded. “I understand.”

“Y-you do?” Mrs Cake replied.

“I do,” Shaka answered. “I believed taking me into your bed was a sign that we would become more but I was wrong. You were using me.”

“Oh no no no,” Mrs Cake quickly stated. “It wasn't that at all. It was… an accident. A breach of oversight.”

“And the morning after?” Shaka retorted.

“Another accident,” Mrs Cake muttered, unable to meet the zebra’s gaze.

“And the afternoon, then that evening and the day-”

“I get it,” Mrs Cake interrupted with a hiss. “That, all of that was all a mistake and it won't happen again.”

“Not even one more time?” Shaka asked.

“I…” Mrs Cake bit her lip. “No. We can't.”

“Surely one more time wouldn't hurt?” Shaka pressed, a soft smile crossing his face. “I mean we already did it way more than once already.”

“That wasn't-” Mrs Cake bit her lip and took a breath. “I can't. I’ve made too many mistakes already.”

“Don't think about this as a mistake. Think about this like a goodbye,” Shaka continued, stepping a little closer to the mare.

Mrs Cake took a slow, steady inhale, the action seemingly robbing her of the last bit of resistance she had left.

“Okay,” she whispered. “But just one more time and after that we should go help the twins with the shop.”

“I wouldn't worry about them. I’ve got everything set up already,” Shaka declared, leaning forward and planting a kiss on Mrs Cake’s lips.

Mrs Cake moaned softly, unable to resist the zebra’s powerful aroma and tender embrace. Seconds ticked by as his hooves caressed across her body, further igniting the flame of passion deep in her heart. Until finally she could take it no longer and gently pushed the stallion away.

“We should head to the bedroom,” Mrs Cake murmured.

“Go on then my little lamb. I’ll be right behind you,” Shaka whispered into the mare’s ear.

Mrs Cake giggled excitedly, unable to stop herself from all but prancing towards the bedroom door. As she walked Shaka hounded her constantly, smacking her flank, caressing her side or enjoying the pleasant view of her visibly wet pussy.

Despite his recent failing Shaka felt confident, for although he would need to break out all the stops, victory was still possible. Already Mrs Cake’s pussy was well broken in, having been forced to conform to Shaka’s titanic length on nearly a dozen different occasions. Another marathon fuck session would all it would take for her cunt to be stretched beyond the point that her husband could ever hope to pleasure her.

Not unless Cup Cake grew an extra foot of dick out of nowhere anyway.

Shaka kicked the door closed behind him, trotting excitedly up to the bed the moment Mrs Cake had stepped hoof on the plush surface. She could barely even turn her body before Shaka was upon her, lips pressed tight against her own while his hoof pushed her down. Gentle yet firm, Shaka subtly reminded the mare as to who was in charge at that moment while making sure she enjoyed herself at the same time.

Mrs Cake responded wordlessly, merely allowing her zebra partner to do what he wished while she enjoyed the embrace without complaint. Their mouths opened, and once more Shaka’s dominance was reaffirmed as he controlled the kiss completely. She could barely do anything but lay there and take it, letting Shaka hold her down while they made out for nearly a minute without pause.

When the kiss broke, Shaka recoiled, pulling back far enough that Mrs Cake began to wonder what he intended on doing. Then he grabbed her flanks, and pulled her entire bottom half up into the air, causing a startled eep to escape her lips. The pony didn't even have the time to ask what was going on before Shaka answered her in a more physical manner.

His lips pressed against hers, deepening a very different kind of kiss as the zebra’s tongue slipped into Cup Cake’s pussy. The ensuing assault of pleasure made Mrs Cake moan in ecstasy, and release the wave of tension that had built up in her body. In seconds she was a moaning, writhing mass of utter joy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Shaka smirked to himself as his tongue snaked its way deeper, deeper, and somehow even deeper still. The zebra shaman conjuring a bit of his own internal magic to make the snakelike appendage longer than what should be possible. The effort was immediately deemed worth it as Mrs Cake sprawled out onto the bed, her entire body twitching sporadically.

The stallion didn't rest on his laurels however, as he continued to push his tongue to its limit, stopping only when he hit her cervix. There he paused, flexing the muscular appendage, twisting it this way and that, driving even more moans from the mare’s lips.

With his hooves gripping Mrs Cake’s flanks tightly, Shaka plundered her pussy, plunging deep before pulling back and starting all over again. Occasionally he would stop, and focus all his attention on her engorged clit, licking, and briefly sucking on the delicate nub. His ministrations though direct, and not the least bit subtle, had an immense impact on the mare, who began to cry out.

“Oh Shaka,” she muttered, forehooves going to the back of the zebra’s head.

The stallion grinned to himself, noting that she seemed nearly ready to cum after less then a full minute. He intended on breaking a record however, which meant he wasn't about to let so much as sixty seconds pass before she came. So with a chest filled with determination, the zebra pressed his muzzle firmly against the future mother of his child’s nether lips.

In and out, twist and flex, push deep then pull back, Shaka used every trick in the book one after another. Never sticking with one for long, the male pushed his partner to her limit and over it before she even knew what was happening.

“I’m cumming,” she muttered, jaw clenched tightly.

Shaka didn't utter a sound, remaining fixed entirely on giving the pony a mind blowing orgasm. Her pussy spasmed, her body twitched and her legs occasionally bumped the male’s head but he didn't mind. She was already in the throws of ecstasy, and Shaka counted that as a victory.

“Hrrrngh,” Cup Cake grunted.

Her hooves gripped tight the zebra’s head, holding him down as she came harder then she had thought possible. Hot mare cum splashed against Shaka’s lips and covered his tongue completely. Within seconds a good chunk of his face was soaked in her juices, a move which would have irritated him most times.

Now however, it was acceptable, even enjoyable.

As his partner came, Shaka continued to lick, nibble and occasionally suck at her clit, drawing out Cup Cake’s orgasm for as long as possible. While he continued to work, Cup Cake continued to writhe and twitch, her tongue falling from her mouth. Then it was over, and her entire body fell slack like a puppet with its strings cut, too overwhelmed to move.

“That was amazing,” Cup Cake muttered.

Shaka pulled his tongue back with an audible slurp, ignoring the oddly sweet taste of the older mare’s pussy.

“You haven't seen anything yet,” Shaka declared.

Cup Cake giggled somewhat nervously. “You seem really energized today.”

“I am,” Shaka replied.

“Just remember, this is the last time, then that's it,” Cup Cake declared.

Shaka shifted back up the bed, and pressed the head of his massive cock against her pussy.

“Of course. We can go multiple times though right? I know how much you enjoy getting stuffed full of my seed,” Shaka teased.

Mrs Cake grunted, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. “I don't… you shouldn't say things like that. Nevermind all that, did you get bigger?”

“I am energized as you said. Is that a bad thing?” Shaka asked innocently.

“No I just…” Cup Cake bit her lip and whispered under her breath. “Hes nearly three times the size of my husband.”

Shaka smiled. “Are you ready to get started?”

“Oh um yes. We should hurry so the kids don't have to work alone for long though,” Cup Cake muttered unenthusiastically.

“Yes, yes of course,” Shaka dismissed, hefting Cup Cake’s hips from the bed. “Let us not focus on them right now. This is about you, and me.”

Cup Cake shuddered. “Absolutely Shaka I’m ready when you aRE!”

The mare let out a yelp as a cock head nearly the width of her hoof plowed full force into her pussy. Despite the immense size and raw, unprotected girth, Cup Cake somehow managed to swallow up several inches of her partner’s cock. She felt stretched yes, and there was even a bit of pain but it was completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

Shaka was bigger than her husband, bigger even then any partner or toy Cup Cake ever had or even seen, the mare realized. He was longer, wider, had more endurance, came harder, and was more attentive than anyone else. By every conceivable metric Shaka was the single best lay of her life, yet Cup Cake resisted the urge to let her feelings run away from her.

Even as Shaka’s massive dick pressed against her clit and sent shockwaves through Cup Cake’s body, the mare held on. She thought of her family, of her husband, and though fleeting, those images were clung to with increasing desperation.

Shaka didn't know any of this however, as his partner looked like she was enjoying herself the same as always. The stallion didn't focus too long on her face for long, adjusting his hips while he continued to thrust forward. His charge was hard, fast, and barely paused long enough for Cup Cake to even adjust to his increased size.

The intention was clear, Shaka was going to remind the mare of who had laid claim on her body. With powerful thrusts Shaka forced the mare’s pussy to stretch to accommodate him, the zebra pressing forward relentlessly. He hardly even uttered a sound as he moved, with the only noise being the hot puff of air as it burst from his nostrils.

Mrs Cake on the other hand was moaning, squirming, and occasionally muttering Shaka’s name under her breath. The words were half hearted however, lacking the same conviction Shaka had heard from her only a few days earlier. He aimed to change that, and soon, starting by kissing her passionately, and claiming her lips for himself.

The kiss was rough, passionate, and domineering. Like every action Shaka took it was done for one purpose. To remind the mare that she was his, and that only Shaka would ever be able to bring her to such incredible heights of pleasure again.

Then with a thump, he bottomed out inside of her, his unflared cockhead smacking against Cup Cake’s sealed cervix. With a grin, Shaka gripped his partner’s hips slightly tighter, lifting her a bit higher and giving her a pleasant view.

Of her own large teets, as well as the enormous bulge that traveled from her crotch, up past her belly button and almost to her ribs. He was massive, to the point that even Cup Cake’s slightly chubby midsection couldn't obscure the indent Shaka’s cock made. It also reminded her that the zebra had impregnated her, and that the father of her next child was now balls deep inside of her.

All such high minded considerations quickly fled the mare’s mind as they were washed away with pleasure. Shaka’s thick, veiny cock pressed firmly against her love button, the small gyrations of his hips sending electricity arcing up her spine.

“Oh fuck Shaka thats so good,” Cup Cake muttered, unable to stop herself.

Shaka grinned. “There is more coming my little lamb. I promise you that.”

The zebra didn't waste a second before immediately proving his point by grinding his hips firmly against his partner’s crotch. From left to right he pushed his cock deep, shifting it around inside the mare and drawing forth a seemingly endless well of ecstasy. Each tiny shift and subtle movement made Cup Cake twitch excitedly, her partner penetrating parts of her she didn't know she had.

More enticing still was the way that his cockhead shifted around on her belly, his movements clearly visible through her flesh. She couldn't stop herself from reaching out and caressing the powerful, almost supernatural cock wedged firmly inside of her. The ensuing twitch that ran up his length could be felt both inside and out, with Cup Cake silently marveling at its huge size.

She wondered if she would even feel Carrot Cake enter her, or if she had been completely ruined by the zebra. Such thoughts were unpleasant, and soon dismissed, replaced by the incredible joy she felt as Shaka began to move his hips.

Back and forth he moved, punctuating each time he bottomed out with a tiny wiggle from left to right. It was a small thing, but it helped to elevate each thrust with an extra bit of pleasure. Pleasure which soon left Cup Cake panting and wheezing, the mare struggling to keep up with Shaka’s breakneck pace.

He didn't seem to mind her more or less non-existent participation however, maintaining his rapid pounding without sign of stopping. The rhythmic thumps of their hips meeting was punctuated by the audible slap of Shaka’s balls impacting Cup Cake’s ass. The massive pendulous organs had grown larger still somehow, Cup Cake realized to her own mounting curiosity.

She would have thought it was impossible, but Shaka had done the impossible already after growing longer than ever before. It was a startling realization, and one that made Cup Cake idly wonder how much cum he could produce now. The zebra had already been capable of filling her womb, pussy and stomach with cum to spare, but now… now Cup Cake doubted if she even had room in her entire body for it all.

Cup Cake quickly pushed such an intrusive thought out of her head, focusing instead on gripping the bed sheets in order to keep from being shoved back. Already she could feel the top of her head occasionally bump against the headboard, Shaka’s powerful thrusts slowly pushing her back. She also realized that the sound of their love making was incredibly loud, and not only because of her lewd moaning.

Each thrust caused the bed to pound against the wall with enough force to be clearly audible throughout the entire second story. This made Cup Cake feel bad for all of a second before Shaka bottomed out inside of her yet again. Then a spike of pleasure shot through her brain, and the only thing she thought about was her lover’s enormous zebra cock.

Shaka’s grin grew wide as he watched Cup Cake’s jaw hang open, her body relaxing despite her own lingering regrets. He knew he hadn't won yet, but it was a sign that he was getting close to truly breaking her mind and making her his own. Not a stallion to rest on his success, Shaka continued to press forward, pounding his cock into Cup Cake’s pussy.

As the signs of Cup Cake’s second orgasm slowly became apparent, Shaka could feel himself start to draw close to that peak. He wasn't about to lose that race however, and really pushed himself to go faster, harder and with even more powerful thrusts. He would remake her by the end of it, whether she wanted to be his or not, it would happen.

“Oh stars above,” Cup Cake muttered. “I’m getting close.”

“Cum for me Cup,” Shaka whispered with a smile. “Cum for your lover.”

Cup Cake bit down on her lip, her pussy clamping around Shaka’s length like a vice. Her expression was mixed, though given how much of his musk she had likely breathed in Shaka believed it was a good sign. She couldn't resist him forever, especially not now that he was beginning to sweat, and fill the room with his unique scent.

Shaka grunted, his grip tightening on the mare’s soft, plush flanks. “Cum for me!” he shouted.

“Y-yes sir!” Cup Cake yelled, her body already trembling.

Shaka grinned wider still, his hips becoming a blur of motion as he poured on the speed. Over and over he slammed into her, his cockhead pounding against her cervix each time he bottomed out. He also lifted her back end slightly higher, allowing his medial ring to brush against her clit with every single one of his many thrusts.

“Oh gods,” Cup Cake murmured as she began to orgasm.

For a moment the mare saw white, her entire body shaking as she struggled to even stay conscious. Pleasure assaulted her mind in such great amounts that she felt high, or possibly drunk. Her body became distant, her twitching hooves, and her trembling form separated from her mind somehow.

Then she fell back into her mortal body and was awash with joy as well as a strangely conflicting set of other emotions.

Shaka didn't notice any of this as his eyes were screwed shut, his entire body rigid with his cock pushed as deep as it could go. Entire litres worth of cum burst from the tip of his cock and splashed against Cup Cake’s cervix. The flared head of Shaka’s dick stretched Cup Cake’s pussy wide, though it did not keep an ounce of his seed inside.

There was simply nowhere else for his jizz to go but out onto the bed where it formed a pool, and eventually a lake.

Shaka remained still and unmoving for the entire experience, unlike Cup Cake who writhed, twitched, and shuddered. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, yet in a way that was strangely good. The mare couldn't put words to her experiences save for ‘simply amazing’.

Then it was over, and Shaka let out a long sigh.

“That was a great first round. How about we switch to anal for the second one though?” Shaka offered.

Cup Cake felt her lips begin to move before her brain even recognized what the zebra had said. “Of course Shaka,” she muttered.

“Awesome, because I know how much you enjoy feeling my cum swell your insides and leave you with a belly,” Shaka sighed. “It's too bad I can't fill every one of your holes like before. Oh well.”

With a shift, tug, and a wet splash, Shaka pulled from the depths of Cup Cake’s now gaping pussy. He then pressed the head of his still hard cock against his partner’s asshole, taking a second to shoot her a smile.

“Ready, Cup Cake?” he asked.

Cup Cake wanted to tell him to stop, slow down and at least give her a minute but that wasn't what she said. “Yes Shaka. My body is ready,” she replied.

“I’m looking forward to this,” Shaka declared.

Cup gripped the bed a little tighter, preparing herself for what was coming next while wondering to herself. Can I resist him?

Should I?

Shaka took a moment to wipe his brow free of sweat before placing his forehooves on his back and pushing. The ensuing cacophony of cracks, and pops drew a smile to the zebra’s face. With a twist of his neck, the young stallion set his body back in order, though he would need a long shower before that statement became completely true.

“Urgh,” Cup Cake groaned.

Shaka smiled as he gazed down at the mare, idly noting that she was laying crossways on the bed, legs spread as wide as possible. Cum dripped from nearly every orifice, especially her asshole, which sported a small river of white that flowed out onto the bed. Despite this, Cup Cake sported a huge belly filled to the absolute brim with zebra jizz.

So massive was her midsection that the mare’s head wasn't even visible anymore and she appeared pregnant. Not just pregnant though, pregnant and ready to burst with twins or perhaps even triplets. The sight stirred a sense of pride in the stallion’s chest, and he stood a little taller on the jizz encrusted bed.

“Have fun?” Shaka asked.

“Yesh,” Cup Cake slurred, her voice slightly gravely due to all the times Shaka had fucked her throat over the last six hours.

“Good, because for round eleven I was thinking that we could-”

A knock on the door stopped Shaka’s train of though dead in its tracks and he turned towards the disturbance.

“What is it?” he barked.

“Oh um I was just wondering if we could get a little help. The supper rush is nearly here,” the soft, gentle voice of Pumpkin Cake replied.

Shaka was about to command him to go away when Cup Cake spoke up.

“We’ll be there dear!” she called in a slightly gravelly voice.

“We will?” Shaka asked.

The pony pushed herself up on her elbows and nodded at the zebra. “We will,” she declared.

“But I have more love to give,” Shaka began, already formulating his smoothest pick up line.

A hoof held him back.

“I’m sorry Shaka but I have to decline. We have work to do and I can't leave the kids,” Cup Cake declared.

“What about our fun?” Shaka asked.

“It's over,” Cup Cake declared somewhat hesitantly. “It was good, but now it's done. This was it.”

Shaka was glad that Cup Cake couldn't see his shocked face or hanging jaw.

“Go get cleaned up. I’ll need a minute to deal with… this,” Cup Cake gestured to her own bloated belly before unexpectedly belching.

“We can go a little longer. I sure can,” Shaka exclaimed.

“No,” Cup Cake stated firmly. “Go on Shaka.”

Hanging his head in defeat, Shaka crept off the bed and walked over to the door.

“Oh and please give the kids some space. I don't want them to get too attached to you before you leave,” Cup Cake added.

Shaka had no words, so he simply turned and left.

Cup Cake remained there for a moment, gazing sidelong at the door until she heard Shaka’s hoofsteps vanish.

Then with a sigh she fell back to the bed, a hoof going to her forehead.

“Stars above I nearly told him I loved him,” she whispered to herself. “I can't believe I considered leaving Carrot Cake. I even thought about how I would tell my husband that I wanted a divorce.”

The mare groaned as she struggled to sit upright in her bed, belly wobbling and sloshing with each movement she made.

“I can't believe I did that,” she muttered, the mare ignoring the cum shooting out of her ruined asshole. “I can't believe I nearly threw everything away for him.”

“I mean… it's not too late to change my mind,” Cup Cake remarked, glancing over her shoulder at the door. “I could probably catch him in the shower and-”

The pony shook her head.

“No. I need to think of my kids. I can't break up a family for a good fuck,” she paused, a frown crossing her face. “Even if it's a really, really good fuck.”