How to Bake a Cake

by Lighttone GryphonStar

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Comedy, Non-consensual, Random, Pinkie Pie, Mr. Cake, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4932

Pinkie Pie continues to fail lately at baking. She just keep getting distracted by her boss's hot new muscles. Maybe Mr Cake should discipline her in the proper ways of baking a cake

Mr Cake has been working out lately and Pinkie Pie doesn't understand why. All she does know is that she keep failing to bake a cake properly every since he started walking around the shop with those washboard abs. Maybe Mr. Cake should discipline her in the proper ways of baking a cake. And along the way, she can learn what has her boss so frustrated... and where his wife went to.

Warning: Cheating, Infidelity, Boobjob, Blowjob, Pussy Sex, Creampie, Bun in the Oven

Published 2024-06-16 20:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-06-16 20:20:01 UTC

*Spoiler* His wife left him for a zebra

*Spoiler* His wife left him for a zebra

Ponies outside watched in horror as smoke puffed out of the windows of the Sugar Cube Corner. This was the fifth time today and the twenty-fourth time this week. The week was barely half done, and concern grew on all their faces. All of them wondered what was causing all the fires and late cake deliveries. They knew Pinkie Pie used to create cakes just as perfect as the family that took her in but lately, she had been very, very distracted.

She wouldn't tell anypony why, but it was clear from anypony sneaking a look inside. The fire department was even mocked after leaving the place again. "She's got it down bad. No surprised when working with sompony that built," one commented, "Yeah, the poor mare needs to get laid as soon as possible if she ever gonna get a cake made proper like again." They laughed and left, leaving the mare inside the shop with a furious blush. "What about that stud?" One was drooling with Pinkie Pie. "No, he's a loyal married stallion!"

"... Wow..." Pinkie Pie threw the ruined cake covered in chocolate icing and fire retardant foam at the wall. "That's it, I give up. I can't bake a cake anymore. My reputation is ruined. At this rate I will be fired for sure."

Mr. Cake walked in from the back, lifting giant dumbbells in his giant hands. Pinkie Pie was instantly distracted by the rippling muscles of his arms, legs and shirtless chest as he walked by. Recently he had become a solid beast of endless muscles. His formally sagging belly, weak sides, and thin limbs had become as hard as iron and his mane and tail were a bit longer and wilder. The only thing that had not gone out of control was his beard, now shaven into a barely noticeable shadow over his muzzle.

The stud looked at his employee, the mare still blushing heavily and panting at the sight of him. "Oh, don't give up. It's just a bit of bad luck recently... Like the rest of us..." He said nothing more and walked away, leaving his tight iron ass in perfect view to the mare. Her eyes were wide, mouth watering as he walked away,. She jumped away from the sight of that hypnotic glow and back to work, "He's right... I should try again--" She was slapped by another version of herself from a totally different fanfiction where a human version of herself was having a hot evening with Cheese Sandwich.

The pink mare was pushed back, her mane a greater mess than usual. "The other me is right, I am a terrible baker! I can't even make a simple cake!" She nursed the wound from an alternate reality and walked over to the sink. She never noticed that other self-facepalming before being ripped back into her stories by a gooey and stinky, cheese-covered cock.

She didn't know what to do. The other ponies were starting to send in bad reviews. The other employees were worried about her. The customers were getting angry and the Cake couple were getting fed up with her. Heck, Mrs Cake wasn't even Speaking to her anymore. Strangely enough, that mare stopped showing up at the shop at the same time that her husband started working out. She knew she had to do something. She just didn't know what.

The pink mare went upstairs and ran to her room to cry. Throwing off more of her attire under barely anything was covering her. She fell onto her bed and curled up, holding a pillow and sobbing into it. "I can't do anything... I'm a failure as a baker." Her emotions so intense and yet quickly silenced as she was comedically fast asleep in seconds. Unknown to the world around her or the certain stallion staring at her through the cracked door. His eyes leering over her curvy features and exposed cleavage.

He gulped and shook his head, slamming the door shut and running down the stairs. He was breathing hard and had a very visible erection under his apron. "What am I thinking?" Laying his head against his bedroom wall he groaned. "Cup Cake... come back to me!"

******

Deep in her dreams, Pinkie Pie was haunted by the same euphoric and disturbing images. They were images of her boss throwing her against the counter. he would rip off her clothes and start eating her chest while his massive cock would press upward between her thighs. She would moan and scream in delight and horror as he penetrated her.

The stallion would pound away, his large cock filling her with each thrust. His incredible muscles slapped hard against her flapping hips. She would squirt all over him and her body would go numb, and yet it still wanted more. The stallion would cum deep inside of her, filling her womb and impregnating her with a hundred little cakes.

Yet before she got to hold a single one, her eyes would open in the waking world. She was back in her bed, sweaty and horny. "It happened again," She whimpered, looking down to see her lower body drenched in her own juice. The pink mare whimpered and fell back into the sheets, her head on her pillows.

The scent hit her hard and fast. She felt her pussy twitch and a sudden wetness run down her thighs. The scent was a masculine, powerful, and dominating smell. It was like he was inside the room with her right now. The mere idea had her heart racing and her mind foggy. The pink mare reached out to pull him down on top of her but found nothing.

He wasn't in the room with her. He was sleeping in the bed across the hall. He probably got finished having a wonderful night with that mare. Maybe that's why Mrs. The cake hadn't been showing up in the shop lately. Could his new incredible body leave the married mare enthralled all day and night? Was she nothing more than a sex-craved quivering mess after each night with that mass wall of meat?

Another slap came from outside of this fanfiction from the different version of herself. This one was a proper pony shape and size one stunk of apple cider and had pieces of rainbow hair stuck in her mane. Pinkie Pie never questioned the hateful look these other versions kept giving her. All she cared about was this strange and annoying feeling in her chest.

"Get away from me you weirdo! This is my story, and I'm not going to let you ruin it. This is a perfectly normal PG-rated fan fiction. There's nothing inappropriate or sexy going on." She screamed, completely ignoring the M rating and tags on this story. The visages dropped their heads in defeat and faded away. This also left the writer rubbing his head as it was so hard to write Pinkie Pie in general, let alone include these multiple fourth wall breaks.

Pinkie Pie was a bit confused but shrugged her shoulders and turned back to sleep. Only to be haunted by more and more erotic dreams involving her boss until morning arrived. The next day was a busy one for the shop, and Pinkie Pie was in the thick of things. She was serving cakes, cupcakes, and even donuts to the long line. Yet, her eyes kept falling back to the stud working his muscular ass off in the back.

Luckily, she didn't need to worry about making these meals. Sugar Belle arrived earlier while she slept and made a massive batch of food. Done ahead of time since that mare was going on her honeymoon today with Big Mac. Pinkie Pie couldn't be happier for her work friend, but with her gone, she would soon be left utterly alone with the stallion haunting her dreams with his powerful and sexual body.

Pinkie Pie shivered a little as Mr. Cake walked by, his body brushing against hers as he grabbed out more doughnuts. She moaned softly, her panties getting damp and her heart racing during the mere seconds their skin made contact. She wanted to be pushed down and fucked like a slut right here in front of everypony.

No, that was wrong, very wrong. With how busy things were today, his wife was sure to finally leave her room and help them. If that older mare caught Pinkie Pie staring, longing or even trying to make a move on her husband. Pinkie Pie couldn't take her name being ruined for not being able to make cakes properly anymore. But if her name was also mixed with that of a whorish cheating husband stealer, it might just give her a heart attack.

The day moved by in a blur and soon it was all over. The doors closed, the last of the food sold and the two were left to clean up. Despite her assumptions from this morning, it wasn't all that packed. Frankly they were forced to close early purely from running out of the stock and her lack of ability to replace it.

She was still shaking and moaning under her breath at the mere sight of her boss walking by, his chest pecks jiggling with each step. The mare had to constantly bite her lip to stop herself from doing something incredibly stupid. He was just too damn sexy. How did this stallion refine himself so quickly? She once remembered he was thinner than the door. Before this recent muscle spurt, he was a thin, frail, and weak. He could barely lift the boxes of ingredients without his wife's help. Even relying on Pinkie Pie when Mrs. Cake was carrying the twins.

That was another thing Pinkie Pie noticed. Lately, the twins weren't here very much either. Sure, they were in high school now and had friends. They had been gone before for some sports teams or doing extra curricular activities. Yet, this time, they were gone for several weeks without so much as a word. Stranger yet, Mr. Cake barely mentioned them outside of a few grumbles.

He never did mention why they had not returned, or why his wife wasn't coming out of her room. The stud did seem rather upset, but he never told her why. Truthfully, he had no reason to tell her, it was his family, his business, and his life. He was not hers and never will be. She was his employee, his baker, and nothing more. She was barely a roommate, not a member of his family, and yet, she still wondered.

As she finished cleaning up the front, the mare finally noticed how hot today was getting. Sweat dripped down her thick body and her mane was a total mess. Yet the mare barely paid it any mind, and instead went back to cleaning. That is, until the air conditioner suddenly stopped working. Waving her eyes back and forth, seeing that the boss was still outside, she caved and took off her work attire.

Soon enough she was left with nothing on but a thin undershirt and even smaller shorts so tight they barely covered her ass. It was rather embarrassing, so she kept the kitchen apron in case the boss returned. Yet something inside the mare wanted him to come back inside right now. Her body craved the enjoyment he might have in seeing her in such a state. The idea sent shivers up her spine and down to her loins. Her pussy was getting damp, and she was forced to clean the table with her legs squeezed together.

She leaned over to reach every single spot. Barely thinking straight enough to simply sit up and move somewhere else. As she got further and further, her upper body began to slip onto the table. Her head rested against the cool and smooth wooden surface. Such a relief that she didn't even notice her ass in full view of any pony that just happened to walk by.

And at the worst possible time, Mr. Cake finally returned. His eyes went wide as he looked at the sight before him. Pinkie Pie's plump and shapely ass was pointed right at him. Her tail was lifted and her pants were riding up her butt cheeks. The mare was moaning and purring, her body was sweating and her shirt was lifting. He could see her back, her shoulders and the side of her tits. His face grew red, and he could feel the sweat drip down his own forehead.

She rolled over, not even noticing him and gave a perfect view of her cleavage. No, a far greater view than he ever saw previous from her cracked door. It was a full view, one that had his mouth watering at her larger than expected breasts, and plucky nipples poking through her shirt.

This was a front row seat to a show, and his cock was hardening quickly. His mind was growing fuzzy, and his eyes were focusing on nothing but her. She was just too fucking sexy, and he couldn't stand it. The pink mare was in such a heat and need. She reached down and pulled off her pants. Leaving her panties and shirt alone, and yet the sight was almost the same as if she was naked.

She rubbed her moist crotch, her panties were soaked through. He could see everything through the sheer cloth. She was rubbing her labia, pulling her lips apart, and exposing her clit to the world. Her scent filled the room, and the stud couldn't stand it any longer. His pant buckling from the bulge under his apron.

Pinkie Pie's ear lifted upon hearing him and stopped. She rolled around faced him, blushing intensely. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to find something to say. But no words could escape especially as she slowly noticed the prize push upward into full view. It took her a solid second to process his pants hitting the floor. Her mind completely engrossed to the erection hiding under his apron.

She leaned against the counter and watched the tent rise higher and higher, her heart racing. The mare could believe this was happening right now. It had to be some dream, but she knew she was awake. That didn't stop her from watching as her boss slowly reached for the knot and pulled it loose.

She gulped, and the apron fell. "Boss... Is everything okay?" She could barely speak between her breathes upon it. Never stopping him as he lower her against a chair for better leverage. "You're acting really strange. Do you need me to call over your wife--" She was stopped as he pushed the thick pole into her mouth. Her eyes widen, and her hands shot to the sides of his hips. The mare struggled, but her boss just gripped her mane and held her down.

Mr. Cake could hear her gagging, struggling, and fighting back. He regretted every second but could stop himself. It had been months, his wife had grown so distant. He didn't even know if he loved her anymore or not. He just wanted a fuck. "Just relax... We both need this," he finally answered in grunts as his cock slid deeper into her mouth. The pink mare didn't resist. She had dreamed of this moment. She had longed for his touch, his voice, his cock.

Her resistance vanished as he thrust hard and fast. He was not being gentle and kind with the first go purely through a desire he had been fighting for so long. He was a wild beast and was in no mood to care. His body was demanding, and his mind was a mess. All he wanted was sex and Pinkie Pie was the only available option.

His cock pounded hard against the back of her throat. She gagged and squirmed under his body, but it did nothing to slow him down. Her hands moved down his sides and under his balls. Her eyes rolled back, and her tongue was forced flat under the massive weight. Her mind was losing control as her clit bounced in rhythm with the stud's thrusts.

He pulled out and slammed back inside. Her lips wrapped around the base and his sack slapped against her chin. The mare's throat bulged, and her jaw was sore. His cock was stretching her mouth to the limit and was filling her with his pre. She could taste his salt and musk, and it had her addicted.

The literally beefcake threw back his head and growled. He wanted to cum and his body couldn't fight back the pressure any longer. Her warm wet mouth was incredible, but he needed more. His thrusts became faster and harder. She didn't struggle any longer. Pinkie Pie's hands wrapped around his ass and squeezed hard as if begging him to finish.

She pulled him deeper and moaned. She could feel him twitching, and her mouth was getting full. She didn't care. This was what she had been craving. She was not about to let him go after she had already had a taste. She pushed him harder, and her fingers slid down his crack. The pink mare spread his cheeks apart and pushed her nails inside.

"Yes, yes!! Damn it, Cupcake!!" He screamed his wife name with a mix of pleasure and rage. Slamming his cock deep down her throat, the stallion finally erupted, his load spewing out like a geyser. The mare could do nothing but swallow as his massive member pulsed and throbbed.

Pinkie's eyes rolled back, and her own body was going through the motions. She squirted, and her own fluids splashed against the floor. Her legs trembled and her knees were shaking. Her orgasm was amazing, and it was the first time in a long while she felt this good.

Regret covered their faces as they parted but deep down, both had loved every second. Pinkie Pie couldn't believe this was real, and yet there it was. She attempted to sit the chair and catch herself but fell to the floor. Mr. Cake was shaking, and his body was sweaty and exhausted. He stumbled back and looked at the mare before him. She was breathing hard, and her own face was red.

They both blushed, and neither one said anything. They had crossed a line. A line that should never be crossed. Their hearts were racing, and their heads were spinning. Mr. Cake could barely keep his balance and fell to the floor, right above her. He caught himself but not quick enough as his cock landed right between her breasts.

She didn't flinch, and instead just stared at the large member growing against her cleavage. Pinkie Pie slowly smiled and wrapped her tits around the meat. She rubbed up and down the shaft, using her spit to ease the motions. "What's going on here?" She questioned in her daze, hoping this was just a dream so she could have all the fun.

"I'm sorry... I just..." He stuttered his apology and tried to pull away. "I have no excuse... This isn't right. My wife is..."

"What?" Pinkie Pie slowed, hearing the honesty in his voice. "What's wrong with Mrs. Cake?"

Mr. Cake sighed and lowered his head. "Everything..." He admitted, not looking at her.

The pink mare could see the pain in his eyes. He had been struggling for so long, and she had never known why. Now, seeing the broken expression, she wished she could have helped him. "This is wrong..." She stopped and dropped her breasts away, only for him to stop her.

"Please..." His voice was quiet and his face so red, yet the grip on her breasts was so tight and firm. Her nipples were already hardening under her shirt, leaving her moaning between breathes. "I can't be alone anymore."

"Alone..." She hesitated, but soon nodded her head. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. She was not strong enough, but her body was still so horny. She couldn't fight the urges, and she was not strong enough. "I'm so sorry." She whispered, but the stallion could barely hear her.

His cock was so hard, and his mind was a haze. He just wanted to cum again. It had been so long since he had sex, and now his employee was willing to help. He wasn't going to let this opportunity go, and his lust was overpowering him. He threw his head back and thrust between her large breasts with a lot of effort.

Pinkie Pie blushed deeper and did her best to assist. She tightened her hold and pressed them against his cock. She could see his cock throbbing onto the shirt. Her body was hot and her pussy was getting wetter by the second again. She was already dripping onto the floor. "I'm not the one you love." She moaned softly and licked her lips.

"Stop! It's been so long..." He muttered and continued. His cock was hard and was throbbing, ready to release a second load. He couldn't wait to cum and spray his seed all over her chest. His grip intense with his hands squeezing her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples.

The pink mare moaned loudly and couldn't help but rub her thighs together. She wanted him to touch her there. Her clit was screaming and her loins were on fire. His strength was so incredible, and his passion was driving her wild. This was better than anything she had dreamed up. This had to be reality. She never knew it could feel this good.

Her legs shook, and her pussy squirted again. Her body was giving into the pleasure. She was losing control, and her eyes were rolling back. His thrusts were becoming stronger, and she couldn't fight back. Her mind was turning white and her body was giving in. "Mr. Cake! I want it! I need it!! Give me more!"

"Pinkie Pie! You are the best! So much better than that cheating whore!" He howled and finally erupted. He blasted his hot, sticky cum all over her cleavage and breasts.

"Mrs. Cake did what?!" She squealed and cried out as the hot spunk dribbled down her body. His cum was warm, and her heart was racing. It was everything she had hoped it would be and so much more.

It took a solid ten minutes for this second high to cool down. The entire time he laid on her stomach, his cock resting between her tits. He was breathing hard, and his mind was still spinning. He was exhausted and barely had the strength to keep his eyes open. Yet he couldn't leave, not until he said what needed to be said.

"My wife..." He started slow. "Has been cheating on me for years... She finally told me and left the same day." He didn't look up, and instead just stared at her face. "I thought we could work through this... I thought that we would make up. But it was all just denial. She even took the kids away!!"

The pink mare couldn't believe her ears. Mrs. Cake had been the best wife a husband could ask for. She seemed so loyal and sweet. How could this have happened? "But, she loved you..." Pinkie Pie said in surprise and shock. She didn't know what to say or do, except to reach forward and place her hand on his shoulder.

"I don't want to be alone." He finally admitted, stepping off of her.

"Then you're not..." She stopped him from getting up. "I'll always be here, Mr. Cake." With that she spread her legs wide and showed her dripping pussy to him. "Now take me."

Mr. Cake couldn't fight the urge anymore. He was tired of ignoring this urge and his dick was so hard. It had been too long, and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her. Both of them moaned loudly and didn't fight the pleasure. His cock slid into her moist and hot cunt. The walls were so tight, and the heat was intense. It had been so long since he felt a woman's touch, and her pussy was incredible.

Her legs wrapped around him and held him in place. She had been so desperate for this cock for years, but knew it was so wrong before. She could feel every inch, and her insides were molding around his shape. "Oh, Boss! You're so big and hard!" She couldn't stop herself from speaking out. Her moans were getting louder, and her voice was rising.

"Yeah, I'm the boss!" He grind deeper inside her. His cock pushing up against her cervix. His body was on fire and his muscles were straining. The stallion could barely contain himself and was holding back. His instincts were screaming at him to take her, and the lust was making him wild. He didn't care anymore.

Pinkie Pie quivered with delight as all his muscles pulsed above her. His sweat dripped onto her face and chest. It was so hot and made her want him even more. The pink mare's pussy was gushing juices down her crack. She was losing her mind to this pleasure and needed more. "Harder!"

"You like it rough?" He smiled and started to pound into her. Her walls were clamping down on his dick, trying to milk him dry. He wanted to cum again and fill her pussy. "You want your boss to punish you! Then, take this!"

"Yes!! Punish me! Make me scream!!" She pleaded and her body bounced on his cock. His thrusts were becoming rougher and faster. She could barely breath. The stallion was a beast, and he was ravishing her. His dick was stretching her wider and filling her deeper. She could feel him getting bigger and thicker.

The mare could feel his shaft swelling and pulsing. His body was trembling and his muscles were flexing to a peak. He was close to cumming and was ready to fill her up. She didn't fight it, she didn't want to. Instead, before he could even ask, she stole his lips and pulled him down. Her tongue forced itself inside and she wrapped her legs around him.

She kissed him and her tongue swirled with his. She could taste his spit and savored it. Her hands were gripping his mane, pulling him in tighter. She was not letting him go until he let it all out. Her moans were getting louder and more passionate. The heat between them was getting stronger, and the pressure was becoming unbearable.

Mr. Cake couldn't think and could barely breath. He was losing his mind and couldn't focus. He winced as all the images of his cheating wife faded from his mind. His spunk erupted deep inside her. His cum splashed against her womb and filled her up. His mind was a mess, and his eyes were spinning. His entire body was burning and his muscles were tense.

The pink mare cried out into the kiss. Her orgasm was crashing through her. Her pussy was clamping down and her walls were milking his shaft for all his seed. Her juices were flowing like a river and her hips were shaking. Her eyes rolled back, and her arms tightened. She didn't want him to go anywhere.

******

The next day, the other workers were surprised to get the sudden message. "For paid week off. Sorry for any inconvenience." The sign on the front said to them. They shrugged and went back home, annoyed about not making any food this week, but glad to be paid. Sugar Belle, the most loyal of the workers outside of Pinkie Pie, was left standing in confusion.

"Strange, not like the boss to take breaks." She raised eyebrow and leaned closer. Feeling a small bit of a vibration from inside, she put her ear to the wall. Her eyes widen in surprise, and a blush appeared on her face. "Oh my, about time..." She pulled back licked her lips. "Good for you, Pinkie Pie."

Inside, that very mare was trying to mix the ingredients according to the books her boss laid out. Pinkie Pie was trying her best, but it wasn't helped while her boss, Mr. Cake, was plowing her pussy from behind. Her apron was the only thing on, and was a total mess. Yet, the pink mare was loving it, and the stallion had no intentions of slowing down.

"Boss! We have to finish baking! Or the shop will close!!" Pinkie Pie screamed and her tits were swinging from the power of his thrusts.

"We have enough money!" He yelled, his body covered in sweat and his cock pounding her pussy. "Besides, I'm busy baking another pair of twins inside your oven!"

"That's not how baking works, Boss!" She squealed and came hard, her pussy tightening on his cock.

Just outside the screen, the two alternate versions of her, from two totally different clops cheered and laughed. The mare and the girl rolled around in laughter until a male version of them, from his own clop, walked up. He saw the dank scene with the Anthro Pinkie Pie and laughed too. "About time! She really needed some loving."

Their eyes dropped on his growing member to the sounds of their anthro's fucking. "Sex..."

"With myself..." The human Pinkie Pie blushed

"Outrageous!!" The pony version cheered before tackling them both.

******