Anon and Mrs. Cake Do Some Baking
"Oh gosh, I couldn't ask that of you, Anon!"
"It's okay Mrs. Cake, I insist! I was a pretty good baker in my old world, too!"
"It's not that I'm doubting your skill, I just don't think you understand what you're signing up for! It's going to take all day! By the time we're done, you'll be all sweaty and completely drained of energy! I can't ask you to handle me for that long, especially not for free."
"I think you're underestimating my endurance, Mrs. Cake. Besides, I'm more than capable of handling you for that long. Heck, you might have trouble keeping up with me."
After a moment of hesitation, Mrs. Cake begins to blush and lets out a chuckle.
"Oh, all right then. It's hard to say no to someone like you."
Mrs. Cake leads Anon to the kitchen of Sugarcube Corner. It's still fairly early in the morning, and the first few batches of sweets have already been prepared and displayed on the store's shelves. However, the variety is clearly lacking compared to what is typically expected of Ponyville's local confectionery. This is because Mrs. Cake is working all by herself today, as Mr. Cake has gone to Canterlot for an important delivery and Pinkie Pie got summoned by that magical map thingamajig to solve some sort of problem in Manehattan. As a result, Equestria's resident displaced human, Anon, volunteered to help her keep the store running for the day.
To no one's surprise, the kitchen is pretty big, and it's stocked with every sort of ingredient one could ever need to make whatever treat their heart desired. Much like the rest of the store, it smells almost sickeningly sweet back there. Almost.
Mrs. Cake weaves around the island in the center of the kitchen, catching Anon's attention as she does. The experienced manner in which she moves around the kitchen is practically all he can focus on as she gives him a smile and explains his first task: making buns.
Obliging, Anon reaches out and begins kneading, his hands sinking into the soft dough.
"Don't forget to cover your hands in flour first, dear. It'll really let ya get your fingers in there good."
"You've got it, Mrs. Cake."
Mrs. Cake giggles happily to herself as Anon continues to knead her soft dough. Eventually, his movements begin to slow down, and he quickly moves on to Mrs. Cake's next few instructions.
"Alright, I think we're good here."
"Okay, dear. Now, put those buns in my oven!" Anon nods and places the unfinished buns into the nearby oven. The kitchen immediately gets a fair bit hotter as he does so, and sweat begins to form on their brows. "Not even a moment's hesitation. You have done this before, haven't you?"
"I told you, this is far from my first time."
The two smile at each other as they quickly begin to scurry around the kitchen, occasionally having to dip out to serve a customer at the front of the store while attempting to hide their increasingly red, sweaty features. As lunch begins to rapidly approach, their workload only intensifies.
"Anon, I don't mean to sound too demanding, but I need a cream pie, stat!"
"Ooo, nice choice. I love cream pies."
"Me too, dear. Now hurry!"
"With pleasure!"
The two move swiftly, hooves, hands, and bodies deftly weaving around each other as they maneuver through the kitchen. They blush slightly but say nothing as their bodies occasionally brush against one another. Of course, you can't actually rush perfection, especially when the timer on the oven is incapable of going any faster. However, the recognizable ding of a hot and fresh cream pie eventually rings out. Anon swiftly reaches for the oven and pulls out his work.
"Ah, careful! It might spill out!"
Slowing down, Anon carefully retrieves the cream pie before setting it on the counter.
"It still needs to cool."
"R-right! Meanwhile, I've just finished this cake that was ordered by that nice DJ. We still need to decorate it, though."
Anon stares at her cake, an impressed grin making its way to his face.
"I have to say, that is some impressive cake. It's certainly thick, but not so much as to be unappetizing. I'd certainly like to take a bite out of it."
"Y-you can't, Anon! It's not for you!"
"Haha, I know, I know. So, how are we gonna decorate it?"
"Here, let me grab our decorating tools."
For the next half-hour or so, the pair carefully decorates the cake, occasionally taking a break to help a customer or deliver a now-cooled cream pie. Finally, after Anon places the finishing touch on the very top of the cake, they take a step back to admire their work.
"I have to say, bare is still good, but I prefer my cake when it's a bit dolled up like this. It's beautiful."
"Oh, don't I know it. You're a real natural, Anon!"
"Thank you. Though, uhh..." He tilts his head at Mrs. Cake as he withholds a smile. "I think I got some of my frosting on your face."
"Oh? Oh!"
Mrs. Cake wipes at her nose, seeing that she did indeed get some cake frosting on herself. With a giggle, she licks it off of her hoof before stepping out to wash up. Now alone, Anon takes a look at the list of orders they still need to fulfill.
"Wow, I'm gonna have to get really handsy really soon. I hope Mrs. Cake is okay with that."
As they move into the afternoon and get closer and closer to closing time, baked goods and delectable treats find their way out the door by the dozen. It's a good thing Anon was around to help with Mrs. Cake's needs, otherwise she might not have made it through the day.
Finally, the bell on the front door to Sugarcube Corner rings for the last time as Anon changes the sign to "closed." The two make their way to a nearby table and take a seat, their whole bodies flushed and covered in sweat. They both pant heavily as they try to recover from the day's surprisingly intense workout.
"Thank you so much for today, dear. You were an angel."
"I'm always happy to service a beautiful mare like you, Mrs. Cake."
"Hoho, you flatterer. Really though, you have a knack for this. I might even consider hiring you full-time! It's nice to have such a... talented man like you around."
"Haha, I appreciate the compliment. I might just take you up on that, too. I had fun today, and I wouldn't mind doing it again."
"And you're sure you don't want me to pay you?"
"Getting to work with you was reward enough, Mrs. Cake."
"Oh, stop it."
The two laugh in the empty storefront as they reflect on the day's events. It might have been physically demanding, but ultimately, it was a nice, wholesome time for everyone involved.
"Hey, Anon?"
"What's up, Mrs. Cake?"
"Do you want to have sex?"
"Yes, absolutely."
Author's Note
Bet you weren't expecting this from me, huh?
Let me know if there is any demand for an actual Anon/Mrs. Cake fic. I'm not opposed to trying it, though it would end up being an AU fic if I did make it.
As always, I appreciate any and all feedback!
