Another long day at Sugar Cube Corner left Mrs Cake feeling exhausted. It didn't help that her little bundles of joy fought her hoof and tooth on going to sleep. Where her husband was, she could only guess. Bed most likely.
To make matters worse, she could feel her lower half beginning to ache and burn. She knew the next day her heat session would begin. She thought a mare of her age, after having not one but two foals, would grow out of her heat cycle, or at least be able to handle it better. But no, if anything, after having foals, it's gotten worse. She gets so hot and bothered she practically tries her husband to the bed and rides him till his balls shoot dust. She's greatfult that she had that pregnancy spell cast on her to prevent any more foals from popping up. But it's also let her subconsciously think that it's ok to buck around as much as she wants.
With the foals asleep for the night and Pinkie gone home, Mrs Cake makes her way up to the top of Sugar Cube Corner where she and her family lived. Bitting her lip, she was ready to forgive Mr. Cake for abandoning her with the foals, just so long as he put that dick of his to good use. She could feel her Estrus cycle begining as she inched her way to her bedroom, bitting her lower lit to try and keep it together.
The door to their bedroom creeked and a haunting sound soon filled the air. Normal for most nights but a sound that made Mrs Cake wimper, her marehood tremble with disappointment. Loud snoring emerged from her husband's mouth in intervals, indicating the stallion was out cold. He had tried the whole 'fake sleeping' trick on Mrs Cake one too many times. She knew when he was genuinely asleep and when he was faking it. Unfortunatly for her, his slumber was genuine. With a released heavy sigh, her shoulders slumped, hoped of a night of sweet love making shattered.
Reluctantly, Mrs Cake went to her dresser drawer, sifted past several arrivals of clothing and pulled out a foot long, red, silicone dildo. She had bought it not long after the twins were born. It was hardly comparable to the feel of a real cock, but it scratched the itch better then just her hoof. She snuck into the living room where she lay on the coutch in a provocative pose, her back legs spread wide, her marehood and teats out in the open, and the faithful dildo in her hooves. Her marehood was practically dripping now as she rubbed the flat tip of the dildo at her entrance. It was late enough at night that nopony should bother her. Not that she cared at the moment. Her body ached for release and nopony was gunna stop her. She didn't care what they saw.
The silicone horse cock slide easily into her, her walls squeezing around it as she easily shoved it deeper and deeper. She bit her lower lip to muffle her moans which came out as small squeaks. Closing her eyes, Mrs Cake imagined the fake dong belonged to a real stallion, that a male of flesh and blood was mounting her on the coutch. She hated to admit it, but one of her darkest fantasies was to be mounted by stallions other then her husband. A vibrating moan erupted from deep withing Mrs Cake as she pictured her husband watching some other stallion holding her, penetrative her and making her his own. The fantasy of being so wanted and desired pushed Mrs Cake to her breaking point. She tries to hold out to enjoy her personal alone time just a little bit longer but, her nerves gice in and the flood gates open.
She pushed her face into a throw pillows to mask her orgasm scream. After ridding out her wave of pleasure, she paused m, her ears flickered, straining to pick up the most subtle of noises. She didn't hear the sounds of the twins crying, just the sound of her husband snoring in the next room. Her plan worked. By the end of her session, Mrs Cake was too tired to crawl back into bed. If her pussy wasn't dripping wet, she would have fallen asleep with the dildo still in her. She kinda wished it had stayed there. The empty feeling inside her when the dildo slipped out her made her flaming marehood ache. It was a cheap imitation, but she needed something. Anything to help douse her fire.
Sleep quickly took hold of the chubby little baker, making he eyelids heavy and her mind foggy, until tye world just seemed to slip away...
The earthy smells of grass and hay quickly filled Mrs Cake's nose. Say for the wrestling of some trees, an occasional moo from a cow in the distance, and a single chicken clucking, the world was silent. The most jarring sensation that shook Mrs Cake awake was the burning, aching feeling deep in her uterus. A itch no mare could ignore for long.
Slowly, Mrs Cake reluctantly opened her eyes, thinking she slept walked again and traveled down to sweet apple acres. That would have made since. There was a handsome stud there who was willing to help mares deal with their Estrus cycle... for a price. She swore she had a few bits hidden in her apron for an emergency. Shaking her body awake, Mrs Cake opened her eyes only to find things didn't seem quite right. The world seemed much less... colorful. And ... shorter then she remembered.
She was on a farm of some sort, but it wasn't Sweet Apple Acres, or any other farm she had ever visited. Her mind jolted awake with building fear. Mrs Cake began to walk around, looking for anypony who might be kind enough to tell her where she was. With every step she took, her marehood ached. She let out a deep grunt, cursing the fact that she was born a mare. Taking a deep breath and working through the pain, Mrs Cake worked her way to the edge of the pen she was in. When she reached the gate and tried to lift it with her muzzle, but there was some sort of odd lock on it. Turning her head to try and finagle it open with her mouth, Mrs Cake caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a horse trough. She froze in place.
At first, she thought it was somepony else. But the images moved in synthetic with her. Forgetting the lock, Mrs Cake slowly trotted over to the trough, the image of a large tan creature grew bigger and bigger. She did all the usual tests to prove it was or wasn't her. Turning her head left and right, sticking out her tongue, looking away then looking back really fast to try and catch the reflection off guard. There was no denying it. That was her. Tearing her eyes away from the reflection, she looked to her body. She was definatly taller, with thinner legs, her blue coat was now a creamy tan color, her flank was empty of any cutie mark, and from what she could see, her mane was a light brown color.
She froze again the panic sinking in fully, the realization of the situation made her heart sink. Mind blank, she reacted on some sort of instinct and let out a loud, rattling cry before thrashing about, kicking out with her back legs. She tried to speak to curse things that would have made even the foul mouthed Rainbow Dash blush, but all that came from her mouth were grunts, howls, neighing and whinnying.
In her confusion, she didn't notice a few odd bipedal, hairless creatures come running out of the farm house in her direction. One was an older looking male, the other was younger and more strapping. They ounces male held something out to Mrs Cake that smelled wonderfully familiar. That wildness deep within her slowly started to subside, her mouth acting on instinct, reaching out to take the treat with her tongue. Pulling it into her mouth, Mrs Cake realized it was a sugar cube. It didnt taste as flavorful as she remembered thrm tasting, but it did calm her. Her sences now returned, she studied the odd two legged creatures before her. Something deep within her told her they meant no harm. But... Who were they? What were they?
"Estrus cycle started early for little miss Cupcake" the older male spat onto the ground, aappearig partly annoyed but moatly empathy.
"The stud won't be here till next week" the young man looked nervously from Mrs Cake back to the older man.
"Well, she'd gunna have to just deal. I'll head into town and see if the vet has anything we can give her. But Charley won't get Carrots here until next Tuesday at the earliest." The old one took his hat off and scratched his balding head.
"Is there anything I can do to help her, Dad?" The young man began gently stroking the side of Mrs Cake new longer neck. A feeling that she seemed to like.
She couldn't help but let out an approving noise as she leaned into his touch. She could feel her mind going numb as it often did in her heat cycles, animalistic instincts taking over her higher level thinking.
"Nothin' ah can think of...." the old man sighed again and put his hat back atop his head. "Do ya mind keepin' an eye on her for ah bit while i head into town?"
"No problem, pop" the young man locked half a smile and nodded.
"Yer ah good man, Paul" the old man went back to the house, hopped in a sky blue truck and went off down a dirt road, disappearing out of sight.
The young man continued to stroke Mrs Cake's side as they both watched the truck disapear into the distance. To her, even though he was some odd alien like creature, he was still touching her in a way she appreciated, tenderly, wanting to help her through her pain.
The young human hesitated for a moment, but then slowly began to walk around Mrs Cake, speaking tenderly to Mrs Cake as his hands slide down her body. When he reached her flank, an odd noise erupted from her, one she had never made before. She could feel his hands inching closer and closer to her marehood. Involuntarily, she felt her eye wink, she was wet and ready for a good mounting, but was this creature really going to do it? And here? Out in the open?!
She felt something on her marehood, like soft wiggaly worms working their way around her labia. She held back her odd noises as she felt these things begin to touch her in a way a hoof never could. Her breathing became heavier as she felt those wiggaling appendages explore her marehood, feeling out her soft, puffy folds, one or two even being bold as to slide inside, exploring her warm, wet walls. She clenched her teeth, her heart rate picking up. It wasn't exactly scratching the special itch deep down, but it did feel good. She could feel her climax building up, she just hoped this wasn't all this hairless ape could do.
Just when she felt like he should do more, the young man stopped, much to Mrs. Cake's disappointment. Her head whipped around in time for something to be shoves in her mouth that locked in place as if it where made for this purpose. She faught for a moment but her reluctance quickly passes when he tugged gently on it, leading her into the barn. Something deep inside had her as natural as instinct, had her following his silent command. Her marehood quivered again as she submitted to his order and followed him into the barn.
The barn was mostly empty say for a few chickens running around, which scatted when Mrs Cake and the young man approached. Once inside, the young man took the lead and tied it to a support beam of the barn before disappearing for a moment. Mrs Cake turned her head in an attempt to see where he had gone, afraid he was going to just leave her there. She felt she could struggle and free herself if need be, but she waited to see what happened next.
She could hear the barn door shutting, the sound of faithful rusty hindges squeeked, followed by the metallic sound of metal on metal as Paul locked the door. Now the only light coming from the outside came from the Louvered air vent in the top front wall of the barn, creating a more intimate atmosphere. It was frightening at first with more shadow then light existing around Mrs Cake. She practically jumped when she felt the hand of the young man on her flank again. Part of her wanted to kick but she stopped her primal urge. His hand slide up from her flank to her side as he walked up to her face.
He leaned up and began kissing her on the bridge of her nose. Mrs Cake tried not to react. This felt so wrong to her. She was a married mare after all. A wave of desire spread from her loins up to her entire body, a raging inferno of desire. She no longer cared what he was, or that he was a male other then her husband... she needed his touch again.
The young man disapeared, strolling off to Mrs Cake's other side, his one hand still on her, sending a shiver down her spine as she felt his fingers slide across her course coat. There was a short pause before Mrs Cake felt something at her marehood that once again nearly caused her to buck with her back legs. The need was strong, but she managed to hold it back. She knew what the young man was doing without even looking back. She felt his lips on her burning labia. Her heart quickened as she felt something slimy slide over them, then up and down her opening. She couldn't hold herself from whinnying and stomping her front hoof. His tongue on her burning pussy felt incredible. Her husband hadn't done this since they first started dating, despite how much he knew she loved it.
The noise and stomping her hoof seemed to scare the young man but just for a moment. When Mrs Cake felt his tongue return to her, her heart began to race again. She felt his tongue trace over her plump lips, around her opening, her urethra, and then he hit her button. She could barely contain herself as the young man found her clit with his wandering tongue. She couldn't hold back letting out what could be considered the horse equivalent of a moam as she shook her head in joy. He had found her switch and was paying extra attention to it. A wild bolt of electricity was shooting through her entire body with every lick he gave her skittle. She was edging, but knew that's as far as it would go with just his mouth. She knew she needed more to completely get off. Then she got it.
She felt those wonderful hands of his reach up under her, fondaling her. Although her teats weren't different then she remembered, they were still just as sensitive. Her mind was going blank, burning with extacy. Her orgasm now within reach. When she first got together with her husband, he could get her to climax from sucking and teasing her nipples alone. It was a trick he had long since stopped performing after she gave birth, but one she missed dearly.
Between the young man sucking and teasing her clit and groping her breasts, Mrs Cake was a slave to her sex. In a matter of moments, just as Paul playfully tugged on her nipples, Mrs Cake let out a loud cry, reaching her climax. She tried to stand up on her hind legs, but the leather strappes in her mouth still bound her to the Barn's support beam. Somehow being restrained made her orgasm all the better. She writhed for minutes before coming to a relaxing cool down.
It was only in the moment of clarity as her orgasm fadded that she realized she no longer felt the young man touching her. Worry began to fill her heart as she feared she might have harmed him in her orgasmic writhing. Frantically she looked around for the young hairless ape creatur who showed her such tenderness. She couldn't see him and began to panic like a wild beast.
"Easy girl, easy" his calming voice reached Mrs Cake moments before his form emerged from the darkness. He smile at her and stroked the bridge of her muzzle again. After several calming strokes, the young man's gaze met hers. "I have a suprise for you..."
With swift ease, the young man was able to undo the tie of Mrs Cake's restrain on the support bean and began to lead her elsewhere. Willingly, Mrs Cake followed him. Mrs Cake's brain was still burning hot from her recent orgasm and still burning loins to care much about anything else.
Paul lead her to a section of the barn where a narrow contraption of metal resided staked into the ground, making it impossible for horses to break free or move. He pulled Mrs Cake through the opening, latching her reins to another pole, swiftly securing it with another skillfully tied knot. She felt he had earned enough of her trust to do this and the next part. Now that she was in the farrier, he moved quickly to secure her legs into place. As much as he trusted her and knew when to back away from an animal that was out of control, he also knew when to play it safe. He worked quickly but diligently, securing each leg with its own restraint against a pole.
Her heart races with anticipation and concern. Mrs Cake and her husband had been a little adventurous in the bedroom with BDSM restraints, but never like this. Mrs Cake couldn't give a safety word to indicate she hurt or any other sign. The restraints were tight to the point just before cutting of circulation, with her back legs spread just enough to where her burning flower could feel the open air. Arousal dripping down from her flower even more then when the young man pleasured her with his mouth.
The young man had placed a stepping stool a few inches away from Mrs Cake's backside without her seeing. She was still a tall animal and he needed to reach her for what he planned next.
Although she couldn't see, Mrs Cake could hear the sound of a zipper, followed by the sound of denem jeans and a belt hitting the dirt floor. Her heart began to race as she felt his hands on her flank again. Her heavy breathing combine with his, the only sounds in the barn as she felt something warm and soft yet hard rub between her lower lips. She help back a neigh of excitement again, bitting her lip, as she felt the oddly shaped warm thing slide an inch into her, then two, then three. She lost track of how deep it went. Her new body seemed to have a bottomless canal, but this man was filling it.
Her horse pussy was melting his dick as he slowly slid into her. Paul had pleasured himself with horses before, but never was one so soft, warm, willing as this one. This mare was in heat bad and greatful for some tender care. He took his time slidding into her slowly, enjoying her welcoming horse pussy, his hands gripping the side bars of the farrier for support. He was now balls deep in the mare, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of her thick warm walls wrapping perfectly around his hard cock. He knew she enjoyed him eating her out, now it was his turn to enjoy her dripping wet hole. Slowly, he began to pull out of her, reaching the end, right before the tip of his dick would emerge, then he slowly slid back into her, a perfect fit.
He wasn't as big as some stallions Mrs Cake had rutted with, but this hairless ape sure seemed to know how to use what he had. His odd dick was rubbing all the right placed in her, driving her crazy. She wanted nothing more then to moan, to writhe, to cry out for joy, but the bit in her mouth and the leg restraints on the farrier kept her in place. The feeling that she was just being used as his personal play thing was turing Mrs Cake on even more. She wanted more. She wanted his spunk to coat her inner walls. She wished she could do something, move in some way, to help pleasure him to get him off like he did her. But she was completely at his mercy.
Holding tightly onto the bars, Paul began thrusting in and out of Cupcake's pussy faster and faster, her walls squeezing, practically trying to milk his dick. He didn't know how much longer he could last, but he was close. A smile streached across his face as he held out, suppression his climax so his release would be all the sweeter. He saw something that might enhance or ruined the situation. Part of him didn't fear the worst and felt only the best could come from it. He slid one hand down the crack of the mare, just under her silence tail to her little butthole. He traced his fingers around it, teasing it, but never sticking his fingers in there.
Mrs Cake felt all the blood in her head go to her cheeks as she felt one of the young man's hands start to trace around her butthole, one of the few things she never let her husband do, even in her wildest heats, was mess around there. She was so nervous she couldn't control herself that she forbid him from even playing with it. She wanted to protest, but the feeling of his soft little didget teasing the sensitive spot was making her walls squeeze around his member even more. She was reminded she was at his mercy. He could do whatever he liked to her and she couldn't object.
She was aroused by the feel of him teasing her little doughnut, her walls squeezing more around his member until her whole horse pussy was a perfect fit for him. His continued thrusts began to drive Mrs Cake wild, her whole body shivered, should no longer hold in her whinnying and neighing, the cried of joy. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, his dick rubbing against the most sensitive part of her inner walls, driving her even more mad.
His smile streached as he continued his thrusting, his climax building to an all time high. Bitting his lip, the Paul tried hard to hold out longer but the mare's pussy corrected aroudn his dick too perfectly. Moving his hand away from her butthole, the young man grabbed hold of her flanks. No longer able to control himself, he let go. Moaning loudly, he released himself, shooting his love juices into the mare. He held nothing back. Unlike with a human woman, there was no fear of getting an animal like a horse pregnate. He was free to release himself, to fill her up as much as he wanted without consequences. A wave of fresh warmth washed over his lap as the mare stomped, writhing against her restraints, her own love juices trickling down his legs as he held onto her lovingly.
The feeling pushed her over the limit. The warmth that filled her up inside was just what her body was craving. This alien creature who bound her and mounted her just filled her with his seed like he was a dog in heat. But she didn't care. The euphoria she felt soothed her itch and put her in a sence of peace for the moment. She knew the peaceful moment would not last, and soon she would crave a tender touch again. She felt their mixed love drip and traile down the back of her launches as he slid his rod out of her. The sensation sent another shiver down her back. She almost forgot she was strapped down to the farrier until the young man freed her from her restraints.
She didn't even notice he undid the ranes until he lightly tugged on them, bekoning her forward. She obeyed blindly, her climax made her obediant. Paul could have lead her off a cliff and she wouldn't hesitate. Instead, he just lead her out of the barn and into the fresh air. The musk of their love making spread into the open air. Any creature around would have known what they just did, but Mrs Cake didn't care. She didn't even care if, at the moment, her husband were there and witnessed it.
Eyes half lidded, Mrs Cake followed Paul's directions and walked with him out for a while into the stable. He gave her fresh hay, which she happily ate up. As she ate he stroked her side tenderly. Her breaths were coming around to a much slower pace from moments ago. How the male could stand on two legs and not fall over, Mrs Cake couldn't understand. She was barely able to stand up strait with four legs after that rutting around. Though the earthy smells of the hey was strong, the aroma radiating from them both was stronger. The scent seemed ro coat the both of them.
As she ate, the old man in his truck came tugging back down the dirt road. After parking the truck back in the driveway, the old timer casually strolled up to the fence where on the other side Mrs Cake and the young man stood. "Good news! We can get Cupcake's stud here in just four more days. She's gunna have to endure a little longer, but that's the best we can do"
Mrs. Cake's eye flickers over to the young man as she tried to read his expression.
To anyone else, the young man would have seemed greatful and relieved. But to the wiser Mrs. Cake, who had learned to read subtleties in expressions, could see his disappointment. Still, the young man patted her on the side of her neck and stroked her course fur.
"Ya hear that, girl. Her first date with Carrots is just around the corner...." leaning down to talk more intimatly to her, his voice carried with it the tender tone of pillow talk. "Think I can help you out until then."
"You tire me up again, and you can do whatever you want with me, big boy" Mrs Cake winked at Paul, her own smile streached cross her face as she winked at him.
Paul staggered back, his eyes wide with shock and horror as he staired at the mare.
"Paul, you ok, boy?" Paul's father looked at him with great concern, unlocking the gate and slidding in, his hand swiftly locking it again.
"Dad... cupcake... she... she..." color seemed to drain from his tanned face as his eyes nearly popped out of his head, his shaking hand pointed at Mrs Cake.
A chuckle came from Mrs Cake as she turned to him. "Hmmm, if you want to silence me, maybe you should put that thing back in my mouth, tie me up again, and make me yours. Take me, Paul. I'm all yours. Please! Take me!
"Take me..."
"take me..."
"take... me..."
The world seemed to blur togeather, like a painting that's held under water. Mrs Cake blinked rappidly, trying to clear up her vision of the world, unable to shake the feeling of being restrained just like she wished. The world around her, the earthy smells of the farm, the warmth of the summer sun, the dirt under her hooves, the image of a frightened Paul and his father, it all seemed to crumble and fade, leaving Mrs Cake floating in nothing. Even her odd new body seemed to disapear into the abyss.
With the feeling of falling coming to an abrupt end, Mrs Cake sat up, her body in a cold sweat, her chest raising and falling as she desperatly tried to catch her breath.
"Sweetie? You ok? Whats the matter?" Her husband, Mr Cake, sat up, flashing her a concerned look.
They were both in their bed, in their bedroom, in their house, in Equestria. Looking down at her Hooves, Mrs Cake saw they were short and blue again. Looking over at a mirror on her vanity, she saw she had her fluffy pink mane back, her muzzle no longer long and monstrous looking, but short and cute once again.
"Bad dream?" Mr Cake broke the silance, trying to get his wife's attention.
"No... good dream" Mrs Cake cracked a bitter sweet smile across her muzzle. 'It was... all just a dream...'
"Ok, well its pretty early, lets get some more sleep" Mr. Cake rolled back over, grabbing his half of the comforter in a desperate attempt. "Goodnight, dear."
Mr Cake tried to roll over and fall back asleep, but his wife's Hoof stopped him. He gulped. He knew from the heat and smell coming from her that she was in her cycle. He knew what this meant. His dick balls shivered with fear.
"Honey... you own a pair of overalls, right?" A smile spread across Mrs Cake's muzzle as a new role play she wanted to try out ran through her head. She was glad she picked up the BDSM bed restraints last month. Their eyes locked, a glimmer in Mrs Cake's eye as she spoke under her breath "I wanna try some... role playing..."
