An Asshole Fucking an Asshole
Huffing loudly as she stormed out of the bakery, feeling a hot red rush of anger flushing her face and rushing through her veins, Gilda restrained herself from roaring a third time that day. It didn’t seem to do anything good but completely backfire on her, and she thought painfully of the blue mare in Sugarcube Corner that she lost. Rainbow Dash, who she grew up with and eventually became her fuck-buddy when they became adults. Over the past several days, the griffoness and the rainbow-maned pegasus had gotten up to sex in enough positions and roleplays to make a prude blush. The griffoness was insanely pent up and clam-jammed, fully expecting to have her own special afterparty with Rainbow Dash after putting up with the other ponies. And because she blamed Rainbow Dash’s pranks on Pinkie, something that Gilda was still skeptical the blue pegasus was telling the truth on, the griffoness had lost her favorite fuckbuddy and her only pony fuckbuddy.
Sure she had a few booty calls of both sexes back in Griffonstone, but there was something about fucking a pony that Gilda would never admit out loud. She was a natural-born predator being half-bird and half-lion, and her natural instincts demanded that she sink her talons into some sexy pony cheeks as the pony begged for more. Instead, she was left completely put out and had no idea where to go from there. She thought about the other ponies at the party, though none of Rainbow and Pinkie’s friends would dare entertain Gilda’s advances. Probably none of the ponies at the party realistically, considering the way Pinkie practically forced her to blow up by throwing the party in the first place! Or even just refusing to let her and Rainbow Dash hang out in the clouds by themselves! Rainbow Dash was the one to politely ask that they hang out by themselves, and Pinkie kept butting in and ignoring her friend. Why was she considered the rude one? Gilda kept rushing away from the bakery with fire in her eyes as she walked faster and faster-
Gilda’s breath caught in her beak as she didn’t bother looking in front of her, colliding with a pony as they nearly fell to the ground before the griffoness acted fast. Extending her wing and wrapping it around the chubby mare’s side, the blue earth pony regained her hoofing as she stood on all four hooves.
“Oh my,” the blue mare looked to the side, her pink eyes wide and her red blush evident through her fur as she took a couple of steps ahead of the griffoness and out of her wing’s touch. Before Gilda could scream at her to watch it, the older mare she bumped into inadvertently walked ahead enough to show her assets. An insanely fat blue dumptruck with cupcake cutie marks, a big dark blue ponut and pussy lips, the mare covered her holes with her pretty crimson tail as she smiled at Gilda. “I’m so sorry, honey. I was out delivering catering orders too long, and I got to go back to Sugarcube Corner and relieve my husband of holding down the fort. That Pinkie, always wanting to throw a new party!”
“Oh um, of course,” Gilda blurted out the words, grinning as she walked the same direction but much slower that time. “Have a good night~!”
“You too dear!” the blue mare replied cheerfully, and Gilda felt her pussy getting wet and her initially angry pent-up fire turned into red hot desire that became the answer to her desperate calling. Sure the mare wasn’t normally her type, but given the moment they shared, she could definitely be persuaded into changing her type. And what might that type end up being?
Perhaps married mares that just so happened to run the business that a certain Pinkie Pie worked at~
Gilda had walked in the direction that she initially started in for a few more minutes till she turned around and saw the chubby blue mare was out of sight completely. The moon was high up in the sky, the gentle purple sky decorated with lots of little stars. A perfect setting to ruin some lives, Gilda’s lion tail flickered as she gave a wolfish grin through her beak, breaking into a flight into the Ponyville sky as she hid in a tree with a generous amount of leaves. She crouched into a pouncing position, holding it as she watched multiple ponies leaving the party. Gilda even recognized the purple unicorn, orange farmpony, white unicorn, and the yellow pegasus she had screamed at earlier that day. A twinge of regret hit the griffoness on that one, probably the only pony who didn’t deserve her ire. But perhaps that could be an apology for another day. Year maybe.
Gilda shrugged to herself and saw Pinkie hopping out with Rainbow Dash, the blue pegasus’ ears flattened against her rainbow mane as she looked down at the ground. The scene left Gilda for pause, fully expecting that her former friend would’ve been laughing or indifferent to what had happened. Pinkie stopped hopping, placing her foreleg around Rainbow Dash’s shoulders.
“It’s okay, Dashie,” Pinkie reassured the blue pegasus. “Just seemed like nothing would’ve improved her attitude, I really hoped this party would have.”
“Honestly?” Rainbow Dash’s wings flared out and pushed the foreleg away as she glared at the pink mare. “Pinkie, you know the both of us got along like nopony’s business. The pranks we did together were so much fun, and Gilda was never a threat to that ending anytime soon.”
Gilda’s eyes widened briefly as she kept listening.
“But you couldn’t just leave us alone, you had to force a hangout with us when we’d had so many times together just you and me,” Rainbow Dash shook her head. “Gilda’s got a hot temper, and she needs some time before I reach out to her again, but you know most ponies would be very annoyed if you kept interrupting their time together if you weren’t invited.”
“Why all this?” Pinkie’s curly mane straightened a little as she frowned. “You stood up for me at the party, Dashie?”
“I stood up for you because she was blaming you for something I did and that wasn’t right,” Rainbow Dash explained. “But she had a right to be angry because you kept disrespecting her boundaries, and now I lost my…whatever. I don’t want to talk for a while, Pinkie, I just want to go home.”
The blue pegasus opened her wings, and took off past the tree that Gilda was hiding in. The surge of wind that followed nearly knocked Gilda out of the tree, though her talons and claws digging into the tree’s bark kept her from falling off. As soon as Rainbow Dash disappeared, Pinkie’s mane deflated even more as she trotted off in a different direction. Gilda’s heart thundered in her chest with excitement, not having expected such a satisfying conversation to listen in on. And though it seemed Rainbow Dash was far more understanding of her than she thought, the griffoness knew that she was likely going to get an earful if she tried following the blue pegasus. She definitely had no chances of getting laid over there, not tonight anyways. And even if she did, Gilda was starting to get bored with Rainbow Dash. She wanted to try somepony new, more risky, more submissive-
Gilda nearly jumped out of her tree branch as she watched a yellow stallion and the blue mare from earlier walk out of Sugarcube Corner, the two hugging as the mare smiled at him.
“Don’t take too long, okay? My cleanup shouldn’t take longer than an hour,” the blue mare insisted. “Love you, Carrot Cake.”
“Love you too, Cup Cake,” the stallion, Mr. Cake, kissed the blue mare’s forehead before trotting off. Gilda beamed as she realized that beyond all expectations, the blue mare seemed to be left alone in the bakery. No husband, no party guests, and certainly no Pinkie to be seen. Gilda waited a few more minutes for the blue mare to walk into the bakery, not locking the door, and disappearing presumably into the kitchen of the building. Then, the griffoness landed in front of the door as she dropped out of the tree and landed on all fours like any griffon worth their salt would. She looked from the left to the right, seeing some ponies walking around in the distance, but not looking in her direction. Not wanting to press her luck any further, Gilda rushed into the bakery while remaining light on her paws and talons as she quietly opened the front door and left it unlocked as she sneaked in.
“Hello, is that Pinkie?” The blue married mare, Mrs. Cake, called out shortly before opening the kitchen door. Her eyes went wide first, before that same blush from before decorated the older mare’s cheeks. “Oh dear, um, Pinkie and Rainbow Dash filled me in on who you are.”
“Did they,” Gilda snorted. “Well, Cake lady, why don’t you brew me a sweet coffee and I’ll fill you in on the whole story before you kick me out. I promise not to pull anything funny, and I definitely promise to make it worth your time~”
“I…” Mrs. Cake’s muzzle clamped up with utter confusion, various questions like how the griffoness knew her name in the first place or what this griffoness’ promises meant. But against her faithful urges, seeing a griffon for the first time had locked her brain into an incoherent mess as she stared at those talons, sharp beak, and the rugged muscles that made Big Mac look pathetic. And on top of the physical appeals that sung to the easily influenced mare’s body like a siren’s call, the griffoness’ alluring confidence and how nonchalant she was about it was causing her mind to cave. What harm was there really in just making a coffee and listening to the griffoness’ troubles for a few minutes?
“Yes, why don’t we…do that…” Mrs. Cake spoke a lot quieter, her blush not even hidden anymore as she willed her tail to stay still. It wasn’t even a full year since she got married to the yellow stallion that just left, the two dating and engaged for a lot of the time they owned the bakery, and the two hadn’t even had foals of their own yet. She couldn’t suddenly be unfaithful when she had made vows otherwise, and so she turned around and walked back into the kitchen as she took several deep breaths. Just listen to the griffoness’ story, and then politely send her back on her way…
“Wow,” Mrs. Cake sat on the other side of the table with her own sugary drink, though she refrained from choosing coffee herself since it was so late. That didn’t deter the griffoness who was gently sipping away at the cold coffee held in her talons, surprising the blue mare with how proper she was behaving. She was expecting to have to fend off some savage predator that either robbed her or something far more devious, not the gentle bird that had explained her story without raising her voice or cursing. Mrs. Cake tilted her head at the griffoness. “The sweetheart is really an excitable mare, I’m sure she didn’t mean to be rude.”
“Yeah, but it still wouldn’t have hurt to fly with Rainbow Dash for more than five minutes without her interrupting,” Gilda shrugged.
“Perhaps this is a conversation you should have with her,” Mrs. Cake pointed out. “Pinkie really is very oblivious to social cues and thinks her happiness will be welcome no matter what. Why wouldn’t anypony want her around? That's how she thinks, Gilda.”
“Sure,” Gilda tried to keep her tone as neutral as possible, only half-believing what the older mare was saying. Rainbow Dash asking nicely didn’t work, Gilda asking firmly certainly didn’t work. The pink mare was only going to learn how to behave herself if there were genuine consequences to her actions. Setting her mug down and gently tapping the table’s surface with her talons. “Bet it’s easier for you to blow off steam, what with that husband of yours I’m sure.”
“He’s certainly a kind stallion,” Mrs. Cake laughed, trying to dodge Gilda’s suggestion and the stinging situation at play. It was a very sensitive topic, and the last concern she needed was a near stranger to pry into it. “I’m very lucky to have him.”
“But does he help you relax, does he satisfy you?” Gilda asked. “I know for me personally I get absolutely cranky without a good mare to fuck for a day, let alone months. A dryspell can absolutely break a gal, you know?”
“I, um…” Mrs. Cake heavily blushed as she wished she could say she was uncomfortable with the conversation, but part of her hoped it would make this depraved turn the whole time. She was more uncomfortable at the idea of refusing Gilda’s verbal advances. Surely some talk about that wouldn’t hurt? “Well sex isn’t everything dear, me and my husband don’t do that very often as we’re usually focused on the business and keeping a good standing with the community. Those smiles and happy memories are far more important.”
What a load of horseshit, Gilda thought loudly to herself.
“Of course, I bet you two get it on at least once or twice a week though right?” Gilda persisted.
“Oh well we’re not in our 20s like you, hun,” Mrs. Cake laughed.
“Huh,” Gilda narrowed her eyes, her polite composure starting to slip a little as she figured out exactly what she suspected. A modest mare that hadn’t been fucked by her husband likely for weeks. And the married mare was resisting, something that was a bit of a turn-off if the griffoness was honest. Sighing loudly as she pushed out of her chair and got up, Gilda rolled her eyes at the wide-eyed blue mare before glancing at her. “Well, sounds like you’re perfectly happy with your faithful life of not getting sex and settling for enjoying the happiness of others to fill that empty void of yours. Suppose one day you’ll think about satisfying yourself for a change. Though griffons? They’re pretty selfish in a lot of ways, but their sexuality? How they treat their partners?”
Gilda walked close to Mrs. Cake, who was stunned by Gilda’s sudden speech, as the griffoness brought her beak just centimeters away from the married mare’s ear as she whispered.
“Well, how we treat them sexually is far more generous than a limp-dicked stallion,” Gilda snickered, letting her hot breath linger on Mrs. Cake for a moment longer before the griffoness pulled away and made a beeline for the door. “Happy to have met you though, Mrs. Cake, hope-”
“WAIT!” Mrs. Cake brayed, before covering her mouth with her forehooves in utter shock at her break in her own composure. Gilda smirked as she turned around to face the older married mare, taking perverse joy in watching Mrs. Cake’s clashing of thoughts in real time. Mrs. Cake didn’t know what to do, except possibly spill out the full truth. “We…haven’t had sex since our honeymoon. That was almost a year ago.”
“Shit, really?” Gilda’s smugness vanished, even that shocked her. “I thought it was like two months or something, shit, that’s depressing as fuck. Is he really funny at least?”
“No…” Mrs. Cake dropped her forehooves as she looked down at the ground. “I don’t know what to do, I just want to feel wanted again Gilda. I’ve tried talking to him, and even considered divorce, but I just want that stallion I said my vows to again. But I feel like I’ve been waiting for that at the expense of my own needs, I can’t…do that anymore. I need a break from my vows, even if it's just one night…”
“Well, I’ve got an idea of technically not breaking your vows and breaking in something else instead~” Gilda smirked as she stuck her talon in her chest fluff, moving around in there as she cartoonishly pulled out a thick eight-inch strap-on with a harness attached to it. It was a bright yellow like Gilda’s dick, and Mrs. Cake blushed as she stared at it. “It’s not a real dick, and if your husband’s never fucked that delicious ponut of yours, then I’m not fucking anything that he’s already claimed in marriage. Makes sense, right? That pussy of yours is still faithful, and your mouth too. Nothing to worry about~”
Mrs. Cake gasped, not so much at how it should’ve been impossible for Gilda to hide something so big in her chest fluff, but at the toy that seemed to be the cure to all her problems. She saw the fat silicone tip that she quickly imagined plunging and rearranging her virgin backdoor. Which Gilda was right on the money about, that Mrs. Cake never had tried anal with anypony before, let alone her husband. She heard of stallions that greatly fetishized ponuts and their fat rims, though she never thought she’d get the chance to make getting fucked in there a reality. Or even entertaining the notions of the same sex, though that mattered little to Mrs. Cake considering she probably would’ve submitted to the carnal whims of a griffon regardless of their gender. She sat there in her chair, contemplating what she was about to do to her marriage even if Mr. Cake never found out about any of it. Then Mrs. Cake thought much more coldly about the blatant disregard the stallion made over the past few months even when she did her best everyday, and it still wasn’t enough for him to return his best towards her. She was sick of being the better pony, and just wanted to be awful for a change. In the dingy dark of her bakery while her husband was out and about none the wiser that karma was coming back to him. Mrs. Cake smirked as she got out of her chair and walked towards the nearest empty table in the dining room as she threw most of her body on top of it and pried her fat blue ass cheek back and exposed her holes with a lick of her lips.
“Nothing to worry about~” Mrs. Cake repeated Gilda’s last words with a hunger in her body that she hadn’t had in years, not even when she had sex with Mr. Cake. He was too boring to really bring her that nasty thrill she had when sucking cocks as a young adult mare, of stallions that degraded her but gave her the best sex she ever had even if it was just oral. Now she was going to have this griffoness full of ulterior motives plunging her tight backdoor and ruining her marriage as it was, so Mrs. Cake flicked her tail in the direction of the stairs. “Go upstairs into my bedroom and open the bottom drawer in the dresser, there’ll be a bottle of lube that I bought after the honeymoon. That I never ended up using until now.”
“Of course~” Gilda’s eyes lit up as she placed the strap-on dick on the table next to her before flying up the stairs and opening the door to the shared bedroom of the Cakes. The fact that she was in here looking for lube was already a slap in the face to the vows that Mrs. Cake made to Mr. Cake, instead of trying to work everything out with a loser stallion that didn’t even try. Gilda opened the bottom drawer and moved a couple pieces of clothing to see the jackpot: the strawberry-flavored lube that would ensure Mrs. Cake was ready enough for her first time in the ass. Gilda swiftly took the lube in her talon and left the room as she flew back downstairs and approached Mrs. Cake, who twerked her obscenely rippling ass cheeks as a delightful mating call to the griffoness as she opened the lube bottle and spilled a generous amount on three of the digits on her talon with a big grin. Mrs. Cake looked over her shoulder, half-lidded gaze and biting her lip as she was heavily blushing. As Gilda brought her talon to Mrs. Cake’s ponut, the griffoness saw that a gentle drip of juices from how wet she was was landing on the floor. Gilda felt that surge of predatory hunger slipping through as she almost forgot to ask the most important question before continuing. “Ready?”
“Ready~!” Mrs. Cake voiced herself loud and clear, and moaned loudly for it to echo throughout the bakery as Gilda immediately sunk her three digits into the chubby blue mare’s ass at once. She plunged them in but kept them still for a couple seconds, allowing Mrs. Cake to get used to them being inside before Gilda started moving them back and forth, even stretching out her digits to spread apart Mrs. Cake’s backdoor. Mrs. Cake released loud feminine moans as her tongue stuck out of her mouth, rocking her fat ass against Gilda’s digits as she felt more turned on from a talon being in her ass than any time she had sex with a stallion. They were all starting to seem pathetic in comparison to this griffoness that was so determined to go for what she wanted that she snuck into her bakery and manipulated her into a sense of comfort. Mrs. Cake might’ve been weak-willed, but she wasn’t stupid. She caught on early on but arguably wanted it more than Gilda did, months into a horrendous dryspell that needed some relief in one way or another. After several minutes of Gilda’s digits plunging into Mrs. Cake’s ass, the griffoness pulled them out as she wiped them on the dining room floor.
Gilda turned around, walking back to the strap-on as she grabbed it by the harness and tucked her lion hindlegs into it and pulled it up until it was on her like she had an actual dick. It didn’t go inside her, so the griffoness was unlikely to cum from dicking down the blue mare unless they went at it for a while. But the satisfaction of ruining the pink mare’s life in some type of way was going to be far more gratifying than any orgasm she could have. Flying up so that her strap-on tip was against Mrs. Cake’s slickened strawberry-scented ponut, Gilda gave a wolfish grin as she looked down at Mrs. Cake.
“Now, Mrs. Cake, I’m going to ask because I know this was spur-of-the-moment,” Gilda explained. “But you’re completely sure that you-”
“Gilda you better show me how griffons fuck and shut your mouth,” Mrs. Cake demanded, her face flushed at that point as her ears were burning with need. She could barely believe the words that just came out of her mouth, or how horny she was as she said them. But Gilda barked out a dry and deep laugh that was more out of spite and pettiness rather than actual humor, before grabbing the married mare’s ass cheeks right on the cutie marks with her talons before plunging the sex toy inside Mrs. Cake’s welcoming ponut. The blue mare felt pleasure unlike anything she ever felt before, as the toy felt more right in that backdoor of hers than a dick felt in her pussy. Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as shock entered her mind, unsure of how she was going to ever settle for pony sex ever again. Feeling those talons on her ass, hearing that primal snarl above her, Mrs. Cake felt like this was where she belonged. Inch after inch of that golden toy entered her ass slowly by Gilda’s grace, giving Mrs. Cake the chance to shudder and savor the touch until the toy was hilted in her ass.
“How is that?” Gilda grunted. “Does it…hurt at all?”
“No,” Mrs. Cake moaned. “C’mon you big cat, what did I say? You knew what you came in here for, why don’t you show me you’re not just pretty words?”
“You’re really asking for it!” Gilda snarled, pulling out most of the toy as she forgoed the decency she was trying to show the poor mare going through a devastating dryspell. But she completely misunderstood Mrs. Cake, who knew what she was doing. She wanted the full power of how a griffon could fuck her, and Gilda was certainly eager to show her if the blue mare wanted it so badly. Slamming her entire toy swiftly back inside Mrs. Cake’s ponut, Gilda savored the loud bray of pleasure that escaped the chubby mare’s mouth. Drool fell from her mouth and onto the floor as Mrs. Cake moaned like the cheating whore she was. Though, Mrs. Cake told herself that it wasn’t really cheating that her husband would be that mad about since it wasn’t a dude. Though if she had it her way, he’d never find out either way.
Drool kept spilling onto the ground as Gilda pistoned her golden fake dick in and out of Mrs. Cake, grunting and snarling as she caved into her predatory instincts. The big lion-bird kept slapping the adulterous mare’s cheeks with thunderous PLAPs that were louder than any time she had fucked Rainbow Dash’s toned cheeks. Gilda was starting to get an affinity for chubby mares, perhaps even married mares, since the ponies deserved to have their lives ruined a little. Mrs. Cake held onto the table for dear life with her forehooves, moaning and feeling wetter with each savage thrust Gilda made into her backdoor as her tight walls clung to it like a vice. Her body felt like it was made to be used by a griffon, and the chubby mare was so loud, she didn’t even hear the door open and close.
“Hey, sorry abo-” Pinkie walked into the dining room, turning on the light and gasping as she was subjected to the sight of Gilda fucking Mrs. Cake’s ass. The pink mare didn’t know what to think, her instinct being that Gilda could’ve committed the unthinkable as she debated prying the griffoness off her victim. Gilda looked at Pinkie with a smirk dripping of dark smugness until she saw the mare’s frozen state and rolled her eyes.
“Oh you are unbelievable!” Gilda scoffed. “The dumb mare consented to this, she begged me to fuck her! Tell her, Mrs. Cake, look at your stupid cunt employee and tell her what happened.”
“I, don’t like that you’re calling us names,” Mrs. Cake said between moans, though Gilda grabbed a talon-full of Mrs. Cake’s mane and yanked her head back. The blue mare sharply moaned in depraved pleasure as she found the touch that was wrong on so many levels to nearly make her completely break into euphoric sexual pleasure. But Gilda stopped her thrusting, edging Mrs. Cake on the cusp of needy whines and pants as Gilda brought her beak to the married mare’s ear.
“Tell her everything or I’m going to stop fucking you and leave you to your loser husband,” Gilda ordered, not raising her voice as she kept her tone firm and clear. Mrs. Cake’s backdoor walls clenched hard against the golden toy that was still lodged in her asshole as she bit her lip. Pinkie had the choice to leave, she didn’t have to be there. So if the pink mare was making the choice to watch, she might as well own it as she didn’t want to lose the best lay she ever had just yet.
“Pinkie Pie, I’m really sorry you had to walk in on this,” Mrs. Cake panted, hot shame and pleasure mingling inside of her as she felt more aroused by the minute. “But she is right, I was putting up a front to save my marriage when she got up to leave. And…I caved, I needed this so badly. Gilda’s fucked me harder than any stallion, let alone my husband. He’s…at the bottom of the list. He couldn’t even get it up half of the time. He’s just a pathetic fucking loser that could never fuck me half as hard as this griffoness can~”
“Good mare~” Gilda purred, letting go of Mrs. Cake’s mane as she smacked the mare right on the cutie mark before pistoning her strap-on in and out of the chubby mare’s desperately clenching backdoor. “Now I hope you didn’t mind me grabbing your mane…”
“No, not at all, I wanted it, own me fuck me use me RUIN ME AND EVERYTHING I HAVE YOU FUCKING SAVAGE BEAST!!!” Mrs. Cake roared as her eyes rolled to the back of her head with the otherworldly scream that escaped her mouth. She was getting aroused again, having lost her near orgasm due to how long Gilda went without thrusting inside of her. She was so insanely pent up, rising pleasure only for Gilda to stop, that she couldn’t think properly of the future consequences anymore. She barely heard Pinkie speaking up.
“I swear I’ll tell Mr. Cake,” Pinkie whispered, heavily blushing with arousal from the scene as she enjoyed watching it far more than she’d admit. But she wanted to still come out of this the hero, the one that her friends knew her as. She’d expose Mrs. Cake for cheating, and Rainbow Dash would definitely make sure her former friend was punished properly. She wasn’t expecting Gilda to fuck Mrs. Cake harder with a bellowing laugh.
“Please do!” Gilda cackled. “Their ruined marriage would be on your hooves, because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. So please, I insist that you do it~! In fact, I’d prefer to be with you when you do it. So I can tell him that the only reason I went after his wife in the first place was because you couldn’t mind your own business and leave me the fuck alone.”
Pinkie’s jaw dropped, horror rushing through her veins as she processed just what Gilda had said. If Mrs. Cake was truly faithful up until this point, then Pinkie knew that the griffoness had a point. It was her fault for butting into her friendship with Rainbow Dash, and the blue pegasus had even said this hours ago. Realizing she had locked the door, she heard a trio of knocks against it as Gilda froze up in her thrusts and Mrs. Cake snapped out of her lustful state as all three of them felt the piercing silence before hearing a male voice.
“Hey honey?” the voice called out from the other side of the glass door. “Could you unlock this? I’ve got a lot of groceries to bring in.”
“The ball is in your court, dweeb~” Gilda snickered, pulling her toy out of Mrs. Cake’s gaping asshole as she watched the married mare scrambling off the table and turning to look at her employee with a wide-eyed and insanely pent-up look from getting horribly deprived of her orgasm. As if she was equally turned on and horrified at the thought of Pinkie snitching on her. But Gilda, despite not getting any sort of chance to cum as she was readying to make her escape, narrowed her eyes and looked at Pinkie with a deeply satisfied smile. “Either go and distract him while I leave, or snitch and I’ll still leave. Either way I’ll be gone in Griffonstone where none of you will find me and I don’t have to deal with jackshit.”
Pinkie was torn, looking at the two as she processed what everyone had said to her. With a drop of her heart like it was a heavy stone in the water, Pinkie realized with utterly undeniable defeat that Gilda was right. Rainbow Dash told her to leave the blue pegasus and Gilda alone, and the pink mare took every opportunity she could to get on the griffoness’ nerves and even straight up spy on her and even brush off whenever the griffoness was getting angry at the pranks she experienced at the party. She wasn’t a good friend to Rainbow Dash, and she was far worse to someone else just because they wanted the same thing as her: time with their friend. Several of Pinkie’s curls straightened as she took a deep breath and tried not to let her pain swallow her up as she nodded at the two before turning around.
“Leave quickly please,” Pinkie croaked, feeling her voice far away as she walked towards the door. As she opened the door and closed it behind her, Pinkie was gone when Gilda turned and looked at Mrs. Cake.
“Sorry I didn't have time to make you cum your brains out, blue butt~” Gilda flew behind Mrs. Cake, giving her fat blue ass a giant smack and savoring that beautiful ripple before flying towards the nearest window in the dining room and hiding her sex toy back in her chest fluff. “Please do lock it behind me, and hope everything works out with that guy and y’all fuck again and blah blah blah. Bye!”
Mrs. Cake watched as the griffoness swiftly unlocked the window, opened it, and flew out after closing it with expert precision. Almost as if the devious and cruel griffoness had done this sort of thing before, Mrs. Cake brought a forehoof to her teeth as she bit on it in deep arousal from being completely blue-balled from finishing. Just when she considered rushing to her room to get the job done, Mrs. Cake shrieked with shock as she saw that the bottle of lube was still on the table. Grabbing it with a forehoof and bolting up the stairs, not looking back to see if her husband had watched her bolt up with a bottle of lube. All she focused on was hiding it back in the bottom drawer of her dresser before closing it and rushing down the stairs where Pinkie and Mr. Cake had just walked inside the bakery.
“Hey sweetie, are you two okay?” Mr. Cake frowned as he set down several of the groceries on the counter before looking between his wife and their employee. “Pinkie looks depleted and you look like you were just running from timberwolves.”
“I’m still upset about how the party went from earlier,” Pinkie waved her forehoof, her expression blank as she waved off the yellow stallion’s concerns with a forehoof. “Mrs. Cake accidentally fell asleep instead of cleaning up and she didn’t want you to know.”
“Yep!” Mrs. Cake blurted the word more frantically than she planned, blushing and sweating profusely at the same time as she grinned wide at her husband. “Really embarrassing, especially since you took the time to get groceries. I’m really sorry I fell asleep, honey.”
“It’s alright, the three of us can take care of everything right?” Mr. Cake decided. “I’ll unload groceries while you two start cleaning and I’m sure we’ll get everything done in less than an hour.”
Mr. Cake picked up two of the bags in his teeth, trotting off into the kitchen. As Mrs. Cake turned to ask Pinkie to clean the stains in the dining room, she froze as she saw the pink mare’s mask slip. Her mane was completely straight, her eyes staring daggers at the blue mare as her ear twitched as she narrowed her eyes at her boss.
“You had a choice in the matter, and you still did this to me and now I have to keep your secret or take further blame for what I did to her,” Pinkamena glared at her boss as she slowly walked behind the counter and grabbed the cloth and cleaning spray in her hoof as she walked fast past her boss. “I don’t want to hear from you for the rest of the night, preferably as long as possible.”
As Pinkamena left to clean up the dining room before Mr. Cake found out, Mrs. Cake blushed with a deep level of shame. Not because of what Pinkamena said, and not even because she broke her vows to her husband before their one year anniversary…
But because the married mare that was wet and pent up was already scheming of what other ways she could get fucked, maybe even by planning a trip to Griffonstone…
Author's Note
And then Mrs. Cake kept cheating and had a pegasus and unicorn foal lol
We can say that Pinkie forgives Gilda by the time they see each other again during season 5. But what happens before then? Does Mrs. Cake go on that trip to Griffonstone?
We'll see!
