Harem Alliance

The very first thing the zebra commissar did with Mrs. Cake was to squeeze her arse. She was fairly plump, and her arse was soft and jiggly. He couldn't resist feeling it in his hooves.

"H-hurry up!" she shuddered, unable to hide her trembling moan. "I still have to work..."

"Ah, but we have a whole two hours to ourselves. From here in the kitchen to those pantry shelves, I'm going to ride you in a manner you've not felt; a way often reserved for those more svelte."

"I'm not fat!" she called back.

"Lies and more lies, that's what you have given. It's a wonder that, from you, Carrot hasn't been driven."

Before Cupcake could respond, the zebra was inside of her, balls deep in a single thrust. He was way bigger than her husband, and she let out a loud yelp as she was stretched beyond her normal limits. She could do little more than grit her teeth and whimper as he pulled back and thrust again, his hips clapping loudly against her voluminous arse.

Pressing his body against hers, he reached around her waist and grabbed her tits, squeezing and yanking them roughly. He was more aggressive with them than even her children had been when they were feeding.

Thankfully, he didn't last long, and he pulled out before he came. It was powerful enough that it shot right over her head.

"Thank Celestia. You can go now."

"Go?" The zebra laughed. "My dear, I'm not done, yet. This was merely to opening of my set. That was the easy part, I'm sure you'll agree, after spending some time taking good care of me." Smacking her jelly roll, he circled around her and sat down on the floor. "I've come to learn much of you pony folk. What I've learned, I shall evoke. You're attracted to shiny things; pearl necklaces and diamond rings. You enjoy many comforts in life; nice furniture and houses, and superficial strife. You can grow a fat arse and have enormous teats."

"Hey!"

"And you cannot keep your mouth from watering at sweets."

As he said this last line, a drizzle of caramel sauce, still warm, but not hot, drizzled down onto his cock and balls. A small rosette was placed at the tip in whipped cream, and a round chocolate wafer was placed in the cream, almost looking like a Prince Albert piercing.

Cupcake grimaced at this. Fudgecake had done almost the same thing the night after their affair. The difference was, Fudgecake had been much smaller. But this time, she wasn't compelled by her emotions to laugh at the display, she was compelled by the coupon to taste him.

She started at his balls, licking up the syrup that was about to drip down to the floor. It didn't taste exactly like syrup, and likewise, it shouldn't have. It tasted like syrup mixed with ball sweat. What with the ovens being on and a lot of movement, he'd worked up quite a sweat.

It was rare that she tasted this. Usually, Carrot would shower before coming to bed. He had said it was because he didn't like being dirty, as being clean gave him the confidence to provide for his family as a trusted food service worker. Knowing that he was able to support his family was a huge turn-on for him. And he would never cover his balls in caramel syrup.

Slowly, she moved her way up his dick, slurping and lapping up the sweet and salty mixture of fluids. Some of his cum dribbled down his dick, which she was forced to lap up, as well.

When she reached the tip, she bit down on the cookie, chewing it up and swallowing it. She tried to bite his dick, too, but the spell was stronger than she was. The very second her lips touched his tip, she could feel it being sucked into her mouth. She was able to nibble playfully, but unable to actually bite down with any degree of force.

"It is a shame that your husband's not here," smiled the zebra, earning him a scowl from Cupcake as she tongued his urethra. "Scoot closer, I'll help you feel that he's near."

Cupcake shook her head, but her arse moved over until he was within reach. The good news was that she didn't have to look at his face anymore. The bad news was, he had access to her arse, now.

He started off easy enough, massaging her cunt with his hoof, groping and smacking her arse as she sucked the last of the whipped cream and cookie crumbs out of the caramel sauce. Before too long, however, she felt something pressing hard against her tailhole. She couldn't tell what it was, only that it was very wide, very hard, and very cold. It wasn't his dick; that was swabbing at her throat. But it wasn't supposed to go there, she knew for sure.

He pressed harder, and it began to part her sphincter and slip in. It was only wide at first, and once the lumpy rod had made it past the first swollen section, it seemed to slide right in. It was very big; of that, she could be sure. Or so she thought, anyway. She wasn't in the habit of taking things up her butt. She'd been told that it felt amazing, that it was the most painful thing she would ever feel, that it was wrong and evil, that it was the oldest and still most effective form of birth control, and that it was an idea as crazy as letting somepony stick it in her ear. However, she'd never done it.

"What was that?" she panted as she came up for air.

"I told you, it was your husband, dear." The zebra pushed forward a bag of carrots. "This whole time, you'll feel him wedged in your rear."

"He's not an actual carrot, that's just his name..."

"I obviously know that. Do you think me a fool? I could have been nice, but you wanted me cruel. Talking to him could have solved this whole thing, and you chose to have another extramarital fling. Until I am done here, I own all of your holes. Now, let's fill you up with a load of new foals..."