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                     The Fattest Scoop                     
                      -by Gonderlane-                      
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                       Sweet Secrets                       
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Sweet Secrets
News Flash alighted gracefully in front of Sugarcube Corner, folding her bat wings tightly against her gray coat. The night was quiet, with the last of Ponyville’s lights dimming in the cottage windows along the street, leaving Sugarcube Corner as one of the few places still warmly lit. Nightmare Night decorations cast long shadows over the storefront—a grinning jack-o'-lantern perched on the windowsill, cobwebs artfully draped over the doorframe, and a few flickering candles adding an eerie but inviting glow.
News glanced around to make sure nopony was watching, then tucked her notepad under her wing and smoothed a few stray strands of her mane as she prepared for the interview. She’d come to uncover a mystery: the secret behind Mrs. Cake’s most irresistible dessert.
Rumor had it there was a hidden ingredient, something in Mrs. Cake’s latest creations that no other pony could recreate, as if each pastry held a magic all its own. Whatever the secret was, News Flash had her sights set on exposing it.
She’d barely raised her hoof to knock when the door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Cake herself. The golden light from inside spilled out, casting her in a warm, honeyed glow that softened every edge, blurring the contrast between the cozy interior and the spooky decorations outside. News Flash blinked, momentarily taken aback as her eyes adjusted, then widened.
Mrs. Cake was… well, she’d heard ponies describe her as “plump” and “sweet as sugar,” but seeing her up close was something else entirely. Her pastel blue coat looked as soft as the pastries she baked, a light dusting of flour clinging to her round cheeks and velvety forelegs, catching the glow from the bakery and almost sparkling. Her eyes, bright and curious, were fixed on News Flash with a welcoming warmth, while a gentle, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, like she held a thousand little secrets.
"Goodness me," Mrs. Cake chuckled, her voice rich and honeyed, as if steeped in the very essence of Sugarcube Corner. "You must be News Flash—the reporter everypony’s been talking about! Here to uncover the mystery behind my treats, aren’t you?"
Caught slightly off guard, News Flash nodded, though her gaze had drifted, almost without permission, to take in the rest of Mrs. Cake’s ample figure. The apron tied around her middle looked snug, almost as if it had been wrapped just a touch too tight, the strings dipping into the generous curves of her frame. Her flank was wider and fuller than News Flash had expected, her hips plush and inviting, with a roundness that filled the doorway as if Mrs. Cake herself were part of the cozy architecture. When she shifted, there was the faintest, a sway that gave her movements an almost rhythmic quality, like the comforting pulse of a heart.
“I, uh… Yes! I’m here for an interview,” News Flash managed, realizing her cheeks had warmed slightly. She shook herself mentally, reminding herself that she was a professional, here to get a story.
Mrs. Cake’s eyes sparkled knowingly, as though she’d caught the momentary distraction. She tilted her head, her smile widening just a fraction, and motioned for News Flash to follow her inside. “Well, come on in, dearie. I’ve got a fresh pot of tea on, and we can chat all about the secrets of Sugarcube Corner.”
With a motion that seemed more like a slow, deliberate sway, Mrs. Cake turned and led her into the bakery. News Flash blinked, momentarily entranced as she watched her go, noting how the curve of Mrs. Cake’s hips shifted gently with each step, her tail bouncing slightly, tied up in a neat pink curl that brushed against her flanks. The natural jiggling of her form seemed almost hypnotic, an easy, comforting rhythm that invited relaxation. News Flash clutched her notepad, using it as an anchor to refocus her thoughts.
Inside, the warmth of Sugarcube Corner wrapped around her like a blanket. The air was thick with the scents of cinnamon, sugar, and the faint buttery richness that seemed to cling to every surface. She inhaled deeply, letting the cozy aroma settle over her, grounding her senses as she took a seat on a stool. The cushioned seat had a plushness that felt well-loved and comfortable, like it had been warmed by countless ponies before her. She couldn’t help but notice how the whole bakery seemed to carry Mrs. Cake’s essence, a blend of sweetness and warmth that made the space feel alive.
“So… what’s this rumor I hear about a secret ingredient?” News Flash asked, her voice coming out softer than she’d intended. “Some ponies are saying nopony else has been able to recreate one of your desserts—like there’s something magic to it.”
Mrs. Cake glanced over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eye, and gave her a little wink. Her hooves moved fluidly as she prepared their tea, each step a soft, cushioned thump on the floor.
“Oh, they always say that! But it’s true I’ve got a little something special I add.” She poured a steaming cup for News Flash and set it before her, the scent of cinnamon rising in delicate wisps that curled into the air. Mrs. Cake leaned in just a bit closer, her rounded form filling News Flash’s vision.
Her gaze was warm and inviting, almost conspiratorial, as she added in a murmur, “But, you see, the secret to a good treat isn’t always in the ingredients. Sometimes, it’s a little extra love… a little personal touch, if you know what I mean!”
News Flash nodded slowly, her pencil hovering over her notepad but her thoughts drifting elsewhere. There was something unexpectedly absorbing about Mrs. Cake’s presence, an abundant warmth that felt like it permeated every inch of the bakery. She tried to refocus, but her eyes kept wandering to the way Mrs. Cake settled onto the stool across from her, her generous flanks spilling comfortably over the sides as she leaned in with a look of friendly expectation. Each subtle movement seemed to carry a rather hefty weight.
“Yeah… a personal touch,” News Flash murmured, almost to herself. This felt less like an interview and more like a secret being passed along, something Mrs. Cake was sharing just with her, in the warmth and quiet of the bakery.
As they sipped their tea together, News Flash felt the comforting heat settle into her, but even the fragrant cinnamon wasn’t enough to keep her entirely on task. She glanced down at her notepad, trying to remember her next question, then looked back up at Mrs. Cake, who was seated comfortably across from her, framed in the cozy lighting that softened her features.
“So, uh… how long have you been working on your newest dessert?” News Flash asked, her voice steadier as she struggled to stay focused.
Mrs. Cake tilted her head, her full, pink mane bouncing lightly with the movement. “Oh, I’d say it’s been a good few months now,” she replied, her tone light and easy. “This one needed some extra love, you know. Had to be just right.”
She leaned forward, her apron’s collar rising slightly with the curve of her chest. Her cutie mark, a trio of frosted cupcakes—seemed to almost sparkle as she shifted on the seat, each cupcake rounded with the same plushness that defined her.
News Flash found herself watching the way Mrs. Cake’s rounded form fit so naturally into her environment. There was something truly captivating about her presence, the way her hips rested with a gentle plushness against the edge of the stool, inviting as much as grounding. Without realizing, News Flash’s mind drifted again and again to thoughts of Mrs. Cake instead of the treats she made.
Mrs. Cake noticed the slight distraction in her gaze and smiled. “Now, I’m guessing you’ll want a taste of the dessert for your story, hmm?” she suggested, an amused smile tugging at her lips.
News Flash blinked, a bit surprised but eager, her notepad temporarily forgotten. “Oh! Yeah, absolutely,” she replied, her voice coming out in a breathy, excited tone. She coughed to steady herself. “That… that would be perfect, actually. Just for, uh, accuracy’s sake.”
“Of course, dearie,” Mrs. Cake chuckled, her rounded shoulders lifting in a casual shrug. She rose to her hooves with practiced grace, her flanks giving the faintest bounce as she turned toward the kitchen counter. “I’ll bring out a sample. Just a moment, sweetheart.”
News Flash had seen mares with wide, inviting hips before, but Mrs. Cake’s were something else entirely. Her flanks were the fullest News had ever laid eyes on, each cheek thick and plush, moving with a natural, slow rhythm that seemed to draw attention with every step.
There was an almost mesmerizing weight to her hips, a richness that went beyond simple curves—her flanks were round, deeply set, and irresistibly plush, each movement accentuating their generous shape. It was the kind of plushness that seemed to beg to be touched, a presence that filled the space around her and held News’s gaze without even trying.
Mrs. Cake returned, balancing a tray with practiced ease. At its center sat a beautifully glazed slice of vanilla cake, its golden crust shimmering with a hint of sugar. She set it down in front of News Flash, leaning in close enough that the scent of her baking—a blend of vanilla, and something almost floral—filled the air between them.
“There you go,” Mrs. Cake murmured, her voice full of pride, as she settled down next to News Flash this time, her plush figure once again easily spilling over the seat’s edges. She leaned in close, her gaze warm, gentle with anticipation.
News Flash took a steadying breath, her eyes drifting over Mrs. Cake’s form before landing on the pastry in front of her. A thrill of excitement danced through her as she reached for it, conscious of Mrs. Cake’s watchful gaze, her encouragement lingering like an unspoken promise.
Her hoof hovered over the pastry, anticipation tingling in her chest. As she took a delicate bite, the crust crumbled under her teeth, the buttery richness melting on her tongue. She shut her eyes, savoring hints of cinnamon and a faint, enchanting floral note that left her senses spellbound.
Opening her eyes, she found Mrs. Cake watching her with a pleased, knowing smile, her cheeks glowing softly under the warm bakery lights. Mrs. Cake leaned in closer, her voice conspiratorial. “Good, isn’t it, dearie?” she murmured, her voice a velvet whisper that made News forget her notepad.
“It’s… incredible,” News whispered, her gaze catching the gentle curve of Mrs. Cake’s smile as the corners of her lips lifted, pleased with her creation.
Mrs. Cake’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached for another pastry, picking it up delicately with her lips this time.
Leaning forward, she brushed her cheek against News’, her breath warm and close. Their eyes met, and the scent seemed to draw them together.
With a gentle nudge, Mrs. Cake slipped the treat into News’ mouth, their lips meeting.
Their kiss was slow and unhurried, News melting into the warmth of Mrs. Cake’s mouth. Each press lingered, savoring the taste of sugar mixed with her natural sweetness. Mrs. Cake’s tongue traced News’ lips, exploring in gentle flicks that sent shivers through her. She felt every touch, grounded by Mrs. Cake’s hoof tracing circles on her cheek.
As the kiss deepened, Mrs. Cake’s tongue brushed over News’ teeth, circling the sharp tip of her fang. News instinctively leaned in, drawn closer, her lips parting as Mrs. Cake continued her tender exploration, leaving her melting . The taste of cinnamon threaded through each movement, as unhurried as if the moment might last forever.
The pastry between them melted away, but Mrs. Cake savored every sweet crumb, tracing her tongue along the edges of News’ lips, leaving nothing untouched. Each gentle caress stirred something deep within News, her body responding eagerly, a warm ache pooling low within her. Every stroke was a slow, intimate dance, drawing her deeper into a hazy bliss.
At last, Mrs. Cake withdrew with a slow, lingering pull, leaving News’ lips tingling, her breath shallow and ragged. When News opened her eyes, she found Mrs. Cake’s gaze warm and knowing, cheeks flushed, lips glistening with a sweetness that made her look as inviting as her pastries.
“Well…” Mrs. Cake murmured, her voice more rich and inviting. “I had no idea this reporter had such a sweet tooth.”
News Flash blinked slowly, dazed, as a delicate trail of sweetness traced its way down her chin. Words tangled in her mind, but before she could form a reply, Mrs. Cake leaned closer, pressing her muzzle against News’ neck, igniting a rush of warmth that spilled through her like liquid fire, pooling low and insistent.
Each slow, lingering breath on her coat sent shivers through her, stirring a deep hunger she didn’t quite understand but felt to her core. She gasped as Mrs. Cake’s lips grazed her skin in maddeningly light touches.
Mrs. Cake moved slowly, savoring each tantalizing motion, as if delighting in News’ every reaction. Her curving figure hovered before News, inviting and warm, each line of her silhouette hinting at new delights. News’ heart raced as she wrestled with the thrill and chaos in her mind—this couldn’t be happening, not here, not now. It was like a vivid, half-dream fantasy that overtook all reason, blurring her focus in the presence of Mrs. Cake’s lingering taste in her mouth.
The fog clouding her mind felt soft and inviting, like a gentle escape from her usual thoughts. Her deadline wasn’t for hours, she reasoned; she could surrender to this warmth just a little while longer...
"I... "
She tried to open her mouth to speak, but a warm tingling bloomed at the back of her throat, almost like the heady sensation of tasting something rich and too good to rush. Her breath hitched, coming in quick, shallow gasps that sent warm plumes of steam from her flared nostrils. The simmering heat in her chest spread as she felt herself surrendering to the unexpected sensations, her usual sense of control slipping further away with each soft exhalation.
“I—I thought you were married!” she managed to stammer, feeling her voice waver.
Mrs. Cake responded with a knowing, unhurried smirk, her muzzle mere inches from News’ thudding chest. “I am, my dear… but let’s just say we have an... understanding.” The playful mischief in her eyes sparked a deeper heat in News, the implications settling over her with thrilling weight.
With a calm, confident sway, Mrs. Cake rose and trotted a few steps away, her flank drawing News’ eyes like a magnet. Her full, plush cheeks rolled with each step, each movement a slow, rippling wave that seemed to stretch the moment. News watched, entranced, as Mrs. Cake’s ample form filled her vision, her haunches swaying as if inviting her to follow.
The air grew thick with Mrs. Cake’s scent, a warm blend of vanilla and sugar with a hint of something floral, subtle and heady, wrapping around News with each breath. Her pulse quickened, her cheeks warm as the sweet fragrance seemed to pull her deeper, clouding her thoughts in a comfortable, sugary haze. Each soft step Mrs. Cake took seemed to pool warmth around News, wrapping her senses in an inviting, pleasant fog.
News’ gaze traced the soft curves of Mrs. Cake’s figure, her mind flickering between duty and distraction. She tried to recall her purpose—the questions she came to ask, the notes she should be taking—but her focus slipped, her eyes inevitably returning to the Mrs. Cake's flank. The trio of cupcakes on her haunches jiggled lightly with each step, colors bright and inviting, as though they captured her warm, inviting spirit.
Mrs. Cake’s tail swayed above her haunches, brushing occasionally against her flank as she moved, a rhythmic, teasing flick that emphasized her gentle grace. Each step seemed to draw News further into her presence, the warmth of Sugarcube Corner, rich with the scent of freshly baked goods, clinging to her more and more.
As Mrs. Cake neared the doorway, her figure seemed to fill the entire space, claiming it with a quiet elegance. News felt a soft heat pooling in her chest, her coat tingling with an undeniable sense of longing as her senses absorbed the thoughts clouding her mind. She shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together as the warmth grew, her breath quickening.
The longer she stared, the deeper the ache settled, making it difficult to look away, let alone remember why she was there.
As Mrs. Cake’s gentle sway carried her, she paused for just a moment, glancing back with a knowing, playful warmth in her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with a quiet mischief that suggested she was fully aware of the effect she’d had on News Flash, her expression both motherly and enticing.
A small, secretive smile played at the corners of her lips, and in that one look, News felt a fresh rush of warmth pool in her cheeks. Her heart fluttered as she took in Mrs. Cake’s silent invitation, that subtle, knowing glance that seemed to say everything.
News could only bite her lip, her breath catching in her throat as Mrs. Cake’s gaze lingered a moment longer, drawing her closer even as she stood transfixed. In that quiet moment, News felt as if she were invited to something she would not regret. She felt her pulse race, her senses heightened, a thrilling awareness settling over her as Mrs. Cake’s eyes finally left hers, leaving her with a lingering ache and a breathless, fluttering heartbeat.
In that moment, News Flash felt an irresistible pull to sink into the atmosphere, to let go of her usual professional distance. The usual rhythm of time felt distant, the world outside fading away as she watched Mrs. Cake’s figure move with a grace that felt hypnotic, each movement slow and deliberate, each step stirring the air with her warmth. The lingering scent of fresh-baked sweets filled the room, an almost magical quality that made her pulse thrum faster, her mind hazy as her focus narrowed to the plush, comforting mare in front of her.
Mrs. Cake continued to move with unhurried confidence, her every step as inviting as a gentle lullaby, drawing News Flash deeper into an unfamiliar yet thrilling space. Her own body surprised her—the quickened breaths, the faint tremble in her legs, the way her gaze lingered shamelessly on the softness of Mrs. Cake’s form. She felt her professionalism slipping, as though the allure of Mrs. Cake’s warmth was too inviting to resist.
News Flash leaned back, feeling a strange and delicious tension build in her chest and belly, an ache that seemed to spread through her limbs. She could feel her heart racing, her mind clouded with thoughts she could barely understand, a quiet thrill settling within her as she allowed herself to lose track of time.
Mrs. Cake’s voice, honeyed and teasing, lingered in the air. "If you really want to finish the interview, you’ll have to follow, bat~" she murmured, casting a glance over her shoulder, her gaze both playful and knowing.
Without waiting for a response, she turned and trotted toward the nearby hallway. News Flash’s eyes followed the ripple of her form with each step. The curves of her hips shifted subtly, the motion like a rolling wave that lingered even as she grew smaller in the distance, her silhouette slipping into the hallway’s shadows and leaving News momentarily alone.
For a brief moment, News stood frozen, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her mind. Fragments of Mrs. Cake's image, her kiss, her warm weight pressing against her, and the generous curves hidden beneath that snug apron—flashed before her. Unbidden, fantasies she hadn’t dared entertain rose to the surface, each thought stoking a warmth that pulsed from her chest and sank lower, settling into an unfamiliar ache.
Her breathing grew shallow, her mouth dry, and a heated blush crept up her face. She shifted in her seat, only to feel a damp warmth beneath her, a subtle, undeniable reminder of the intensity of her reaction. Her eyes dropped to her notepad, now carelessly abandoned on the floor, dotted with stray droplets that gleamed under the light.
Was that... from her?
A thrill and embarrassment twisted in her stomach, yet she couldn’t resist the pull of the hallway.
Steadying herself, she rose from the chair, legs slightly shaky from anticipation. Each step she took felt purposeful yet unsteady, as if the ground beneath her had softened, drawing her in. Her eyes darted around where she had went.
Finally, she reached the end of the hallway, where a simple wooden door stood, ordinary yet weighted with an unspoken invitation. With a steadying breath, she pushed it open.
The room she entered was cozy yet polished, an unexpected contrast to her racing pulse. Quaint trinkets adorned the shelves, and photographs of Mr. Cake, Pinkie, and the twins graced the walls, each image a touchstone of warmth and love. But despite the charming decor, her gaze drifted, drawn inevitably to the bed.
A queen-sized bed, plush and inviting, sat against the wall, its covers freshly pressed, though it paled in comparison to the sight that awaited her. Mrs. Cake reclined gracefully on the center, her ample figure draped in a way that looked both effortless and deliberate. Her warm smile lit up the room, eyes gleaming with a mixture of affection and anticipation.
One hind leg lay tucked behind the other, allowing the soft curves of her flank to settle, accentuating the plushness that seemed to invite touch, warmth, and surrender. News’ heart hammered, each beat pressing her forward as if the room itself had tilted, drawing her toward the welcoming form spread out before her.
"Come in, dear. You still need the answer to your best question yet," she murmured, her words curling around News Flash. The gentle, knowing glint in her eyes held a hint of mischief, as if she were offering a glimpse into something special, something secret.
News felt her breath catch, her resolve unraveling thread by thread. A quiet warmth wrapped around her, an invisible embrace that seemed to beckon her closer, urging her to leave the structured professionalism behind and surrender to the pull of the inviting presence before her. The air felt thick and sweet, each breath filling her senses with a mix of nervous anticipation and comforting warmth.
The tension in her chest began to ease, her carefully built defenses melting away like butter on warm bread. She took a slow, unsteady breath, her heart hammering against her ribs as every coherent thought faded into a single, powerful urge. Curiosity, mingling with an undeniable thrill, tugged her forward, and her hooves moved almost of their own accord, carrying her to the edge of the bed.
Each step felt like a commitment, her body tingling with excitement and a hint of apprehension as she crossed the threshold into this intimate space. At last, she reached the bed, and the blankets yielded beneath her hooves as she stretched out, their plushness matching the warmth radiating from Mrs. Cake’s form.
News Flash’s gaze lingered on Mrs. Cake’s figure, drawn to the soft, rounded curves she hadn’t fully noticed before. The broad, inviting shape of her flanks seemed to hold their own warmth, each cheek plush and heavy, settling comfortably into the bed with a gentle, natural jiggle. Every curve seemed to tell a story of quiet indulgence, a fullness that was both comforting and captivating, reminding News of the care Mrs. Cake put into every creation.
The bed felt as if it had been made to hold Mrs. Cake, her soft curves filling the space with a comforting presence. News’s eyes stayed fixed on her figure, tracing the shape of her hips and the ample curve of her backside. The sight was as inviting as the scent of freshly baked pastries, making any thought of restraint feel distant.
Her pulse quickened as she took in every inch of that plush, rounded form. Normally, she might hold back, but this was different—a rare, inviting softness she wanted to savor.
News climbed onto the bed, breathing in the sweetness that clung to Mrs. Cake’s coat—a warm blend of cream and vanilla that wrapped around her senses, lulling her thoughts into a gentle, pleasant fog.
Her hoof drifted to the base of Mrs. Cake’s flank, brushing the plush, warm surface. The softness was immediate, her hoof sinking slightly into the silky coat. Each gentle stroke sent a faint ripple through the fullness beneath, the flesh yielding with a warmth and solidity that made her heart pound.
News whimpered, her eyelids fluttering and hooves curling. “B-buck…”
Mrs. Cake chuckled softly, her tone rich and playful. “Well, look at you—a reporter, getting the juiciest story of all,” she teased, casting a knowing, amused glance over her shoulder.
Unable to hold back, News pressed her hooves deeper, kneading gently. The rounded cheeks moved in a slow, rolling response to each squeeze, and with every touch, a slight, tantalizing jiggle spread through Mrs. Cake’s curves. News’ breath hitched, a warmth spreading through her chest, heavy and warm, settling low in her belly.
She sighed as her touch grew bolder, her hooves exploring the inviting plushness, pressing and pulling in slow, deliberate motions. With each squeeze, her hooves sank into the creases, the flank fat giving easily before springing back with a gentle bounce.
"Mmm..."
Mrs. Cake released a quiet, pleased murmur, her curves moving with every press, inviting and filling News’ senses with every squeeze.
News couldn’t resist any longer.
Smack!
Her hoof landed sharply against the curve, a gentle slap ringing out as a visible mark reddened. The motion sent the thickest ripple through every ounce of fat on her rump, a subtle bounce following the strike. The resulting view was an incredible sight to behold, a rhythmic, circular shake as if she had hit a massive water balloon, with the same squishy and jiggly result.
"G-Goodness," Mrs. Cake moaned.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of impact, the shape of her cheeks, the way each smack made huge ripples that only she could cause—it was the best thing she's seen.
News’ mind spun, torn between the urge to smack or knead, her restraint slipping completely. Greed took over, and she buried her hooves back into the thick, yielding softness, kneading with an urgency she could no longer hold back. Her hooves pressed deeper, squeezing and shaping the plush curves with every firm motion.
This wasn’t just a touch; she was working the dough, thick, squishy, utterly malleable, and every push and pull fed her need as she lost herself in the rhythm, taking her time to indulge fully.
The steady sound of flesh being kneaded, the way it stuck to her hooves, the way the thick, fleshy mounds felt between her hooves. She couldn't believe it. It was heavenly. The slow, steady kneading was a pleasure she never knew she wanted, the plush flesh moving like clay beneath her touch. She squeezed and pressed, pulled and stretched, digging her hooves deep into the supple flesh, kneading every inch of it with a mixture of lust and fascination.
Each stroke followed a rhythm, a hypnotic rhythm, one she was completely lost in, one that made her crave more with every passing second. Her movements grew frantic, her hooves working faster and faster, filling the air with the sounds of flesh and desperate moans. She kneaded harder, her grip tightening as her hooves pressed deeper, each touch adding to the building pressure.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, the intensity pulling her in until she was so captivated that a line of saliva slipped from her parted lips, falling into the sea of fat beneath her.
"Now you're drooling? You really are- OH!"
She stopped kneading and plunged her muzzle directly between the two massive mounds of flesh that were her cheeks. A muffled squeal came out, but she didn't care. All she cared about was burying her muzzle deeper, her snout sinking into the plump mass of flesh.
It was as if she was swimming through a pool of fat, the heavy flesh enveloping her, the warmth surrounding her. She could feel the heat rising in her face, her cheeks tingling, her senses overwhelmed. She loved it. She couldn't help but to stick her tongue out, and began lapping the overly generous, doughy ass.
"Ha... ha..."
News pulled out for a moment, wanting to stare at her meal as she panted like a dog. She was unable to wrap her mind around just how much fat Mrs. Cake carried in each cheek. She’d seen curvy mares before, but this was on another level entirely, each side of Mrs. Cake’s flank looked like it held more plush weight than News had in her entire backside. She found herself marveling at the sheer size, her mind struggling to process how one mare could be built with so much fullness.
And News wasn’t exactly lacking in curves herself; she knew her own rear had its fair share of heft. She gave her own flank a quick smack, curious if it would jiggle the same way Mrs. Cake’s did. It wobbled a bit under her hoof, but nowhere near the indulgent, rolling motion that seemed to ripple through Mrs. Cake’s curves.
But even that couldn’t compare. Mrs. Cake’s flanks seemed to defy reason, the plushness so thick and heavy that it looked like it had its own pull, each rounded cheek shifting and pressing down with a soft weight that commanded attention. It was a presence unlike anything she’d seen, leaving News captivated by the sheer abundance before her.
It was a feast for her.
She dug her hooves so much in, it was like sinking into a warm, plush pillow, but her lust had taken over reason. She proceeded to go in muzzle first once more, causing both cheeks to jiggle as she she lapped and licked, her body moving with a hunger and desire she had never known.
She was a starving mare, devouring every inch, savoring every sensation. Her forelegs went limp, her tongue working tirelessly, but her tongue was still only meeting fat. Her flank was absolutely huge if her muzzle was hitting all this flab and not what she really wanted.
She pulled herself out, her breathing heavy, her expression dazed. Her eyes wandered upwards, and her face blushed bright red as she saw Mrs. Cake was looking directly at her. The mare smiled, panting a little herself with flushed cheeks, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of affection and amusement.
Her sly smile spoke volumes.
News took both her hooves and pulled the plush cheeks apart, needing to see everything hidden between them.
It took effort to part so much fat, but as she spread the heavy curves, her gaze fell on exactly what she wanted. Nestled between the thick mounds was a glistening, winking ponut, just above a slick, soaked entrance that seemed to pulse with anticipation, and beneath that, a full, musky pair of ample teats.
Until now, News’ attention had been completely on her flanks, and she hadn’t noticed the mare’s teats. Each one was larger than her own head, clearly meant to nourish, tipped with thick, straining nipples that stood at attention.
But the true allure lay between those rounded cheeks. The ponut clenched and twitched, already getting coated in her saliva. Slick juices trickled from her swollen folds, painting the coat in a glistening sheen of desire.
Without hesitation, News lowered her muzzle, letting her tongue run in one long, unhurried lick from the base of the ponut upward. The warmth beneath her tongue, the salty-sweet taste, was intoxicating, each lick drawing a fresh twitch from the ring and a new slickness from below. She lapped hungrily, savoring every complex note in the taste—a perfect blend of salt and sweetness, an indulgent mix that left her craving more.
She pressed her lips around the ponut, drawing it in and sucking, savoring every moment.
“Mmm!"
A greedy moan was the only sound she could make, her mouth full of fat and juicy goodness. She buried her face into it, and began to suck, and nibble, and bite, and lick, and eat. Her hooves moved to grasp each cheek further apart, but she couldn't hold anymore.
Mrs. Cake's bits was starting to twitch and quiver, her hole clenching in and out as the juices leaked in a steady stream.
She was close, so very close, but not yet. She wasn't done.
"A hungry bat like you... deserves -ngh- a whole more more than this~"
Suddenly, News felt both ofMrs. Cake's legs lock around her, her massive thighs wrapping around her head. With a strong, almost muscular grip, Mrs. Cake positioned herself upwards and slammed herself ass first into News' waiting and eager maw.
MMMMF!
The first thing she felt was weight—a deep, pressing heaviness that stole her breath in a single, overwhelming moment. Her lungs strained as Mrs. Cake’s mass settled over her, covering her like a thick, warm blanket that left no room for movement. News Flash had admired her from a distance, but now, under the weight, she felt entirely unprepared. Her mouth parted, instinctively searching for air, but all she could do was take in the plush warmth closing in around her.
Fat wasn’t just on top of her; it surrounded her, filling every gap and pressing in from all sides. It wasn’t just weight but warmth that sank into her skin, a heat that made her senses blur and her heart race. Mrs. Cake’s form enveloped her completely, pushing out every rational thought, leaving only the steady, consuming pressure that wrapped her in a cocoon of gentle flesh. She could feel her resolve slip, her need to breathe merging with a strange sense of bliss as her body slowly surrendered.
Her muzzle was completely buried, the thick flesh pressing against her cheeks and lips, slipping over her mouth and nudging her head back. Mrs. Cake’s warmth filled her mouth, brushing against her teeth, leaving her tongue pinned beneath the dense, supple mass. Every shift pressed the warmth deeper, settling against her face and trickling down her chin, a weight that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. Each shallow gasp felt thick and heavy, and her vision narrowed to the rounded cheeks pressing in from all sides, jiggling slightly with every slight movement.
She was drowning in it, her senses overwhelmed by the softness pressing down on her face, against her body. Her mind drifted as she lost track of everything outside the warmth and weight around her. Every sense narrowed to this—her own little world wrapped in pillowy, plush warmth. The heaviness anchored her, her body suspended under Mrs. Cake’s control, her usual thoughts and hesitations slipping away as she sank deeper into the moment.
Above her, Mrs. Cake’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, her lips curling into a subtle, knowing smile. She shifted, her hips beginning to move in a gentle rhythm, a slow, teasing rock that pressed her weight down in steady waves. With each roll, her thighs squeezed around News, her warmth settling over her face again and again, pressing her further into the supple fat. Each lift and descent made News’ heart skip, her entire body vibrating with the rhythm as the pressure built.
Her breath came in ragged, muffled gasps, her mouth stretched wide, her lips opening instinctively in search of more. Her tongue lay flattened beneath the warm mass, each shift sending a new wave of warmth across her face. News Flash’s jaw ached, her cheeks flushed and streaked with warmth as she strained to take in more, her senses completely caught up in the heat pressing down on her.
Pinned under Mrs. Cake’s unrelenting weight, she felt entirely lost, her body and mind wrapped in softness, each steady drop anchoring her further in place. Her head spun, her body tingling as she sank deeper into the plush, rhythmic hold. She was right where she wanted to be, suspended in this blissful, smothering warmth, with nothing left but the feeling of Mrs. Cake’s presence enveloping her completely.
"That's -nngh- enough..."
Her dialogue came muffled to News' ears, as she was deep in a thick and fleshy wonderland, a world where everything was plush and meaty and filling.
"You've tasted enough cake, I want -ngh- a taste of you~"
It was a line that made News' ears jump, even buried underneath two huge cheeks. The implication was unmistakable, and she felt a rush of excitement, a flush of heat. She could feel her blood rushing, her heart pounding in her ears.
She quickly lifted herself up from News, which was probably the biggest mistake she could have made. Her ass was covered in bat saliva, and her rear was a sloppy mess. But she needed to reposition herself for what she wanted to do.
News was left panting as the weight was gone from her mouth, and the sudden rush of cool air was a relief. She was gasping for breath, her chest heaving, her body a sweaty and sticky mess. She couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except pant like she came up for air from drowning.
Mrs. Cake didn’t stay still for long. Her hoof cupped News’ muzzle in a firm, practiced grip, guiding her head upwards with steady confidence. As she leaned in, the world seemed to fade around them, narrowing to the sight of Mrs. Cake’s full breasts, inches from her face.
With a purposeful tug, Mrs. Cake brought News in, pressing her mouth firmly against the warm, supple curve, right at the nub. The weight of it filled her lips, creamy yet dense, carrying a heaviness that made her breath hitch.
Mmf!
News’ muffled gasp slipped out, her senses overtaken by the sudden, consuming contact. Mrs. Cake’s other hoof tangled in her mane, her grip unwavering, equal parts commanding and comforting. News felt her own restraint melt away under the guidance of Mrs. Cake’s touch, her mouth instinctively opening, her lips parting as she latched onto the warm teat with a hunger that surprised even herself.
The first pull was immediate and greedy, catching her off guard as a warm, sudden spurt of milk overflowed her mouth, spilling down her chin before she could swallow it all. Mrs. Cake’s teat, seemingly too full, released a rich, creamy flow that coated News’ snout and tongue in waves of thick sweetness.
She gulped eagerly, each mouthful sending a comforting warmth spreading through her chest, filling her senses with an indulgent richness that left her craving more. The unexpected rush of milk made her heart pound, her body soaking in the warmth with every swallow.
Each pull heightened the sensations coursing through her, her throat working in a steady rhythm as she drank with increasing fervor. Her stomach grumbled with satisfaction, and her focus narrowed to the indulgent pleasure of every mouthful. Her own greedy gulps echoed in the air, mingling with Mrs. Cake’s low, contented hum. With every swallow, she sank deeper into the plush embrace, each taste pulling her further under its spell.
Mrs. Cake’s grip softened, her rear settling comfortably over News’ torso, a warm weight pressing her down, grounding her completely. News felt the softness of Mrs. Cake’s form spread over her, the weight wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. The plushness of Mrs. Cake’s body against her abdomen brought a gentle pressure, soothing and inviting, as if welcoming her fully into this exchange.
Mph... gulp...
Mrs. Cake could feel each pull as News’ mouth latched with an insistent rhythm, her thick gulps resonating through the plush warmth between them. The sound was unmistakable—deep, greedy swallows that echoed, each one tugging a steady, gentle stream from her. Every pull sent a subtle tingle through Mrs. Cake’s body, her teat responding to the insistent pressure, slowly draining with each hungry gulp.
Gulp... gulp..
She could feel the warmth flowing, the fullness in her tits diminishing as News drank, her throat working in a rhythmic pulse that spread a soothing warmth through Mrs. Cake’s groin. The steady, needful sound of News’ gulps, coupled with the faint, contented hum from deep in her throat, made it clear: she was savoring every drop. With each swallow, News’ mouth pressed closer, and the weight of Mrs. Cake’s body settled over her, wrapping her in warmth as she drank with complete abandon.
"Ngh..."
A low groan slipped from Mrs. Cake as she listened to News’ eager, unrestrained drinking. Her lips curled, mischief dancing in her eyes as she shifted, her hips beginning a slow, rolling rhythm backwards, trying her best to flood the rest of her teats into News. News felt the grind of Mrs. Cake’s warmth pressing against her stomach, adding a simmering heat that pooled low within her, urging her deeper into the moment.
“Mmf- Getting thirsty, are you?” Mrs. Cake murmured, her voice a teasing whisper that sent a shiver through News’ spine. “I do wonder why…”
The words were barely a murmur through the haze filling News’ mind, her thoughts foggy and unfocused as she clung to the sensations flooding her senses. Her tongue pressed eagerly against the chunky flesh, working over it with a hunger that left her throat aching, a need to drink more overtaking her completely. Every swallow only heightened her thirst, her mouth moving with a fervor she couldn’t control.
But it wasn’t just the milk, it was everything about Mrs. Cake. Her warmth, her supple flesh, the way she seemed to surround News entirely. Mrs. Cake’s slow, rolling grind continued, each press sending a pulse of heat through News’ stomach, drawing a shiver through her spine. Instinct drove her to press her mouth tighter, each pull drawing her further into the warmth, her heart racing in time with each swallow.
“Nngh, you greedy bat!” Mrs. Cake’s voice hitched, a faint tremor betraying her own pleasure. Her movements grew more intense, her hips pressing down in a slow, rolling grind against News’ stomach. Her breaths came quicker, a hint of strain slipping into her tone as she urged her on.
Even as she drank, News’ hooves found their way to Mrs. Cake’s ample hips, holding onto the plush curves as she drank with uninhibited hunger. The milk tasted even thicker with each gulp, filling her with a warmth that left her dizzy, her body humming as the sensation seeped into her limbs. Her need to drink more was insatiable, each pull only fueling her hunger.
Just as she felt she might be lost in this indulgent haze forever, Mrs. Cake’s hind leg hooked over her shoulder. With a possessive twist, she pulled News back, separating her from the teat with a wet, satisfying pop, small spurts of milk leaking onto the bed.
News whimpered, her lips wet with cream, her tongue flicking out as if chasing the lingering taste. She blinked, her senses slow to return, as she felt the absence of the comforting warmth.
“Any -ngh- more...” Mrs. Cake purred, her voice a sultry murmur, “and you’ll spoil your  -nggh- appetite.”
Mrs. Cake’s gaze was heavy-lidded, her breaths unsteady, a flush warming her cheeks. The air between them thickened with the scent of milk and sweat, a heady warmth that seemed to settle over News like a soft haze. Her pulse quickened as Mrs. Cake’s weight pressed down on her, wrapping her fully in the cozy warmth that seemed to seep from her, surrounding them both.
With a knowing smile, Mrs. Cake then leaned down, her muzzle brushing against News’ cheek in a lingering touch that left her breathless.
She wasn't having it.
With a rough push, she flipped the reporter onto her back and rotated her, her hind hooves holding her down as she did so, her mound hovering just over her. She was panting, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild, her expression somewhere between desperate and demanding.
News was unable to resist, being flipped around like a panting pile of greedy flesh. She didn't care. Her thoughts were hazy, her desires a wild and animalistic need. She had no control. All she wanted was to drink, to fuck, to devour.
Mrs. Cake didn’t stay still for long. The bed creaked under her shifting weight as she moved, lowering herself slowly, her thick, rounded hips descending over News' face. Without warning, her fat cheeks enveloped News’ mouth and nose, smothering her in pillowy warmth.
News was helpless, pinned beneath the plush weight of Mrs. Cake’s full backside. Every inch of her face was buried, jaws pried wide as she was pressed into heft. Her face was already a mess, sticky and damp, slick with the indulgent evidence of Mrs. Cake’s pleasure. Her world shrank to this single moment, filled with the weight of Mrs. Cake’s curves, the rich, heady scent enveloping her, and that addictive, irresistible taste.
Lost in the warmth and the sensation, News could think of nothing else. Her thoughts, any concern she might have had, all faded as her reality centered on the press of Mrs. Cake’s flesh against her, the taste sparking through her senses. When the two plush mounds settled back down, fully trapping her, she instinctively pressed her tongue forward, slipping it between the warmth of Mrs. Cake’s cheeks, seeking the heat she’d tasted before. Her effort was rewarded as her tongue found Mrs. Cake’s entrance, warm and inviting, and slipped deep into the slick, tender folds.
A surge of juices greeted her, flooding her mouth with a tangy sweetness that coated her taste buds. The flavor washed over her, soaking into her fur and covering her muzzle. She didn’t care,, didn’t care where she was or how debauched it might be. Nothing mattered beyond the taste, and she wanted more. She drank eagerly, her tongue lapping up every drop as she lost herself in the act, blissfully unaware of anything beyond the consuming pleasure.
Mrs. Cake’s hips began to move, her weight shifting as she ground herself against News with a slow, teasing rhythm. Her body undulated, lifting and pressing down, her rear bouncing and jiggling in perfect synchrony with each movement. The flesh molded itself to News’ face with every press, her cheeks flush against News' mouth, filling her senses entirely as Mrs. Cake settled into a steady rhythm.
With every shift, each grind, Mrs. Cake’s warmth dragged across News’ lips, her clit brushing tantalizingly against her teeth. The friction sparked a hunger that grew fiercer with each touch, igniting a need deep within News that she couldn’t ignore. Her tongue moved more desperately, delving deeper as she sought to satisfy the ravenous desire building inside her. Her breaths quickened, coming in fast, shallow pulls as she tried to keep up with the insistent rhythm.
As Mrs. Cake’s rhythm intensified, her movements grew more fervent, more urgent. The force of her grinding became almost overwhelming, and with each thrust, her ass shook, clapping against News with just enough force to fill the room with that unmistakable sound, flesh meeting flesh, the thick smack reverberating around them. Each slap seemed louder than the last, as Mrs. Cake bore down on her, her full weight pressing News deeper into the bed, the mattress creaking and protesting under the sheer mass of her relentless rhythm.
In a slow, deliberate motion, Mrs. Cake lifted her hips, giving News a fleeting moment to gasp for air, only to bring herself back down in a heavy, meaty slap that echoed off the walls. The pressure, the weight, it pushed News further down with every slam, her vision blurring as she was overwhelmed by the weight and force of Mrs. Cake’s rear. Again and again, Mrs. Cake repeated the motion, her pace escalating, the slaps growing faster and rougher. Each impact forced News deeper into the bed, the creaks growing louder as the mattress bore the brunt of their relentless rhythm.
The claps of Mrs. Cake’s cheeks on News’ face grew more intense, filling the air with the sharp, rhythmic smack of flesh upon flesh. Her mound rubbed and ground against News, each contact a surge of warmth and friction that sent jolts of pleasure through both of them. Mrs. Cake’s voice grew louder as well, her moans and gasps blending with squeals of delight, her body trembling with the effort, her movements becoming frenzied in her own desperation.
But News wasn’t the only one enraptured. Mrs. Cake, lost in the frenzy of her own pleasure, moved against her captive with a rhythm that was as desperate as it was frantic. Her pussy, still dripping, dragged over News’ skin, each brush sending a shiver up her spine, pushing her closer to the edge. She could feel the reporter’s warm body beneath her, the trembling resistance only spurring her on as she ground herself harder and faster, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Pinned by the weight of Mrs. Cake and the intensity of her own desires, News felt herself slipping further into helplessness, yet she couldn’t stop—didn’t want to stop. That raw, primal hunger drove her, urged her to keep going, to keep tasting, to keep drinking in the essence of her captor, each sensation, each movement, drawing her further into that overwhelming, intoxicating need.
Nnnfff!
Unable to move, News Flash lay helpless as Mrs. Cake ground against her muzzle, her lips parting and teeth grazing the folds of her entrance. News' tongue traced the puffy rim, dipping inside, tasting the heat and wetness, savoring the salty tang. She could feel every pulse, every twitch of Mrs. Cake's clit against her teeth, the throbbing sending shockwaves of arousal through her. News was practically drowning in sensation, finally getting to taste what she'd craved for so long.
The press of Mrs. Cake’s tongue tracing the edges of her labia drove News Flash wild. Every swirl and tease sent a fresh shiver down her spine, each movement calculated, deliberate. Mrs. Cake had paused her indulgence on News' backside, but her plush cheeks still jiggled with each thrust, pressing warmly against her. She was relentless, her hips rolling and grinding with increasing intensity, her clit pulsing against News' lips. News felt the full, weighty warmth of the baker atop her, every ounce of Mrs. Cake’s curvaceous frame bearing down, adding to the intoxicating pressure.
Mmm!
MMmmf!
The sounds Mrs. Cake made, soft moans, wet slurps, tender sucks, wrapped around News’ mind like a spell. It was as if she were the baker's prized dessert, devoured with every touch, each lick and kiss turning her to molten need. News' breath quickened, her own clit swollen and throbbing, the steady twitch of her leg hinting at how close she was. She felt her voice slipping into low, husky moans, barely able to hold back, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of Mrs. Cake’s form on top of her, by the relentless tongue on her lips.
Her hind leg jerked with a final, desperate spasm, her hoof pressing into the bed. In a rush of warmth and wetness, she climaxed, her juices spilling onto Mrs. Cake’s lips and chin, her vision blurring as her body shook, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. She was a mess—a trembling, sobbing, panting mess, lost in the sea of sensations crashing over her.
Mrs. Cake’s movements began to stutter, her own leg jerking, her hips grinding harder as her own climax built. Her cries filled the room, her mound dragging over News' face, each thrust echoing through the space. With a final, choked gasp, she came, her juices spilling across News’ muzzle, her body shuddering and convulsing. The slap of her hips punctuated the air, her body writhing, her breathless moans filling the room.
They climaxed together, a pulsing wave of ecstasy that wracked their bodies. Their juices mixed, coating each other’s faces, legs twitching, bodies trembling in unison. The pleasure washed over them in crashing waves, stretching each second into an eternity. But even as they shared this release, Mrs. Cake held the power. The aphrodisiacs in the cake, the potency of her own milk, had given her an undeniable edge over the breathless, spent bat beneath her.
As Mrs. Cake lapped up every last drop, News lay motionless, her mind hazy, her body completely spent. When the baker finally lifted herself off News’ muzzle, she could only gaze up at her with half-closed eyes, cheeks flushed and sticky, her lips still tingling from the intensity.
With a giggle and a knowing smile, Mrs. Cake lifted a hoof to gently wipe the remaining juices from News’ face. She leaned down and pressed a light, affectionate kiss on her nose, leaving News blinking slowly, her energy utterly drained. She could only lie there, panting softly, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and the remnants of their passion, her mind swimming in the afterglow.
“So… did Ponyville’s best cake live up to your expectations?” Mrs. Cake whispered, a sly smile gracing her flushed cheeks as her eyes sparkled with amusement.
News looked up at her, face flushed and dewy, her breath still coming in shallow, uneven waves.
She only managed a drooling smile.