Chapter 1. [M/F]The curious case of Mister Carrot Cake.

Authoral preface: Idle reader: Thou mayest believe me without any oath that I would create this story. It is the child of my brain, were the fairest, gayest, cleverest and the most perverted things ever to be imagined is born, and I`d rather fancy the idea that any work of fiction is not to lend judgement upon the author. By my faith, this comes, not of any want of ability, but of too much indolence and too little knowledge of life.

Chapter 1. [M/F]The curious case of Mister Carrot Cake.

It was a busy evening at the sugarcube corner. Not only had the princess appeared on a short notice to officially talk with the elements of harmony, but the Mayor Mare had requested an audience with Princess Celestia, and while the politics of the matter might be trivial - She had requested that the local Sugarcube corner serve them ample and delicious brunch during the talks. This meant that after the princess attending the element of magic at the sugercube corner itself the Cake`s would have to double their efforts in a rush to get everything ready for the next event.

Mister Cake had to admit that life was good as he looked over the voluminous blue butt of Missus Cake. The two of them had spent what felt like a lifetime working inside the Sugarcube corner and she looked as bountifull as ever. She looked up at him - pausing briefly from her work repairing a batch of muffins that had yet to be eaten or given away to hungry guests like Applejack. “What are you smiling at?”

His inner stallion did a double take of the situation and with a quick “I love you too Honeybuns" he returned to shuffling baked goods onto stackable trays that had been made to fit inside a cooling saddle. This brilliant piece of hoof-made ingenuity was made spesifically for ease of carrying vast quantities of delicacies while also preserving them for the journey ahead. Just one of many preparations they had made while contemplating the idea of having children.

He still shuddered at that thought, the concept still terrified the orange out of his mane, as his wife becoming pregnant would severely ramp up his workload, but with Pinkie Pie free to work and his dedicated wife fearlessly plunging into the situation and servicing him to no end there was no way he could refuse.

“Just bring the muffins over here. This and the coffee should be more than enough.” He pointed towards the stack of repaired muffins with new delicious crust and gave his beloved a graceful smile. “Not even Applejack could have eaten all of this in one sitting.”

“You have fun cleaning the kitchens with Pinkie. I`ll be back if we need more.” With a kiss and a kiss, his helpful wife helped pull the cooling saddle over his waist. Mister Cake wasted no time in getting out the door, as time was off the essence.

The secretary mare at the desk nodded in approval as Mister Cake hurried past her and habitually made for the meeting room. All important Ponyville meetings were held here at the City Hall. He hurried past the door and looked to the middle of the room. There sat a wide and authoritarian round table of solid and carved wood pretenciously decorated for having a private audience with princess Celestia, and hovering out of reach lay a tea table covered in pink satin cloth with a still smoking can of hot water.

He put his saddlebags next to the tea table and began to take out elaborately designed and hoofcrafted silver trays which had a design that was practical with earth ponies in mind. Hoof stoppers for easier carrying and presenting and muzzle grips at the underside just in case. The Mayor Mare always wanted her trays to reflect the light in a mirror shine. Such a prim and proper mare she was, always with a mind for the practical.

Cake set about heating more water so he could serve tea with the quality goods he had brought from Sugarcube corner.

“Oh how wondrous.” Mayor Mare entered the room, nodded to him, and the two ponies engaged in courteous smiles.

“I felt terrible for placing my order on such short notice. Especially after finding out that Celestia was attending your Sugarcube corner earlier, but your wife assured me that it was doable.” Said Mayor Mare.

“I hope it is to your taste. It was no trouble at all.” Replied Mister Cake while offering her a taste before the occasion as would be proper. She had certainly dressed for the occasion and tidied up her greying mane. Business black cloth now draped over her brown coat and greying mane. Tiny sugar sapphires took flight and landed on her shoulder.

“Oh.” She uttered with surprise as Mister Cake brushed it off her as he had done with his wife countless times. “You have done your best to look great for Celestia's audience. I will keep the water running as temporary staff, as per usual.”

Mayor Mare’s cheeks flared with a streak of embarrassment. “The princess should not be far behind me.”

“As you wish.” Mister Cake entered the kitchens so he could stay out of sight, yet from behind the servant door he would be able to hear the contents of the meeting without revealing himself, and in turn keep them well supplied with more baked goods.

Celestia had barely made introductions with Mayor Mare before the audience was interrupted by her royal guards. One of them came forward and a hushed conversation with the princess ensued.

Celestia sighed and looked to Mayor Mare “It appears my royal pet Philomena has disappeared from her cage. My pet can be quite the actress sometimes, and I do not doubt she might have tricked any of the locals to take her in. Could you be a dear and assist my royal guards in locating the culprit? ”

“Yes, your majesty. If you have any needs Mister Cake will service you from the kitchens.” Mayor replied as she hurried on out after a few guards, and so he was left to listen in the silence that followed.

“Mmmhm.” Celestia`s munches could be heard from the other side of the door. It was strange to listen in on. Almost as if a ravenous beast had taken the place of the princess. Intent on devouring everything in its path. “Oh, this is good.” The princess gushed with stuffed crust coating her cheeks. It was only when Mister Cake actually entered the room to pick up an emptied tray of muffins that she turned to face him.

“I've been soo hungry.” Celestia bemoaned as she levitated one of the empty trays towards him. “More. More!”

Cake did everything he could to retain his professional veneer, and quietly returned with a new tray filled to the brink with muffins. But it was hard not to notice that Princess Celestia's cheeks were covered in a blue shade from muffin crust. When presented with a cloth to wipe with she stared at him for a moment as if considering. Then she stretched out a nimble tongue and began to lick it off.

As he began to protest one of the chairs next to the princess fell out of order. He moved to put it back in place but the princess merely put a hoof on it and spoke with a commanding tone.

“Come Cake. Sit with me.”

His protests fell on deaf ears, and in the end he sat down next to the voluminous alicorn princess. “This is improper. What if Mayor Mare comes back? What about that pet of yours?” He questioned, but received just a knowing maternal smile back. “It will sort itself out in due time. Meanwhile you are to service me as best you know.”

“..” Mister Cake steeled himself and nodded back to Celestia’s regal yet muffin stuffed face, unsure of what to make of that.

“Look at you. Shock, Horror. As if I was some kind of maternal goddess without faults?” She frowned, her speech barely audibly recognizable through the eating of another muffin. “I`m just a mare, Mister Cake, and I have my own needs and wants.”

She grabbed for his face and he flinched away from her hoof. "I already said..."

The princess frowned at him. A frown of concern to match her regal figure. “I heard from Pinkie Pie that you have yet to father any children.”

Her pout crushed his heart, and Mister Cake couldn't do much except sigh as the princess pulled him closer and embraced him. “My wife and I have tried for just about a month now Princess. It`s going to come eventually.”

“Yes. This is a problem with the more unique looking subjects. Fret not. I know a spell that most definitively will solve your problem.” She said it in such a matter of fact way that all he could was believe her.

The voluminous princess inched her swanlike neck, her wings outstretched and enveloping him in feathers. “I know the magic for it. There are a few drawbacks, which could lead to disaster for a king, but a mere baker should be okay. I will invite you to Canterlot to do muffins for us in a week. We can talk more then.”

Mister Cake pursed his lips and tried to think of an answer, but this was Celestia for crying out loud. How could he refuse a royal gift? Worse her face was inches from him, and those gorgeous royal eyes were locked with his.

He nodded with haste and closed his eyes as Celestia`s warm magic enveloped him from all sides - a warm caress that began to heat up slowly before flowing freely through him. Within the voluntary darkness of his closed eyes he could hear Celestia calling and on her command he thought of his wife. She had a lovely blue hue, and shapely tones across her body.

The magical field flowing hotly across his body now seemed to caress and embrace his cock. He felt the rise and the beating of his heart. He felt embarrassed and rushed to cover up his stallionhood. Hot precum flooded from its tip and he twitched in a sudden orgasm.

Fearing the worst Mister Cake opened his eyes and saw Celestia in front of him. His white cum was scattered in lumps flowing down from her cheek and neck - some of it was even mixing with the blue muffin crust on her cheek.

Mister Cake opened his mouth in shock, but his body was frozen in the moment as Celestia leaned forward. Her mouth touched his and she forced her tongue inside. Her spit already a sugary blend of muffin and precum.

“Mmmmhm.” Celestia replied while her nose drew in breath with deep heaves. The massive alicorn pushed against his muzzle and suckled at his tongue, drawing it out as Cake slowly but surely began to suckle back. The sticky sugarcoated spittle tasted of home and his wife.

They broke their suckling kiss as Celestia pushed him backwards while greedily massaging the tip of his now erect and overflowing member.

“I loove Cake.” Celestia mentioned briefly as she stretched his member to its fullest and teased the tip of his flowing member with her mouth. Cake put his hoof on Celestia's head and ran it across her magical mane. It felt right to see Celestia below his waist, and urged on by his guiding hoof she took his cock inch by inch until she had the full length of his cock gripped in her throat.

“Oh fuck.” He grunted, unable to cope with Celestia’s deep throating for long. His body shivered with a much natural desire to buck and rut mares, and much like waking from a fevered dream Mister Cake eased up into a spray of hot, salty, cum.

He felt his spine shivering and his body tense in a delightful orgasm. Celestia gurgled and swallowed his jizm, but his cock refused to back down, his balls still crackled with magical energies, and the urge to buck Celestia even harder was welling up within him.

Cake pushed her off his raging erection and watched as the princess fell off her chair and onto the floor. Wings scattered and fluttering in all directions the mare had barely found her balance when Mister Cake jumped on her back and pushed his flared stallion cock into her plump posterior.

Celestia wobbled as if her legs were made out of jelly, and moaned as Mister Cake gave her the full length of his enhanced stallionhood - he pushed into her. He bucked her harder and without pause.

The squirming princess seemed to melt into orgasms on the floor. Her finely toned posterior and royal sun cutiemark bounced against his yellow coat in friction and desire while Mister Cake`s eyes focused only on that seductive swan neck craning upwards in front of him.

He loved how it felt against his waist to crush against her supple meat, to feel the warmth of their friction together. The amount of alicorn underneath Mister Cake was almost overwhelming in comparison to his wife, and he could barely reach the base of her wings with his forehooves. The way her royal cavern seemed to twist and grasp at his member could hardly be explained with natural friction alone.

Cake grunted with effort and relaxed into a less frequent but stable rhythm while he prepared for the rising urge to cum as Celestia craned her neck and convulsed in another orgasm. He felt like an animal, he was worse than an animal, and his orgasm was coming. It had buildt inside of him many times with his wife but this one was different. His body was humming like an electric charge and his mind was on fire.

He continued to rut her majesty until his muscles tensed and cum flowed. It was only then as he rested against Celestia's white and royal back while his erection faded that he realized the situation he was in, and quietly resolved to keep things secret.

“You should clean yourself up Celestia. We won't speak of this to anyone. I will go home and take care of my wife. You will find your pet bird thing, and go home yourself. We both need to forget that this ever happened.” He muttered softly into her ear. "Don't forget to send for me."

“I will not forget.” Celestia responded in an almost robotic fashion. She got up from her position on shaking legs, her body was glistening white and reeked of sex. Her hungry eyes revealed a lust for more. “I will go home and forget this ever happened.” She droned on. Her voice was passive and unwavering as she conjured up a magical sphere on the both of them that began to whisk away any trace of their lovemaking.

Mister Cake backed up into the kitchens, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over him as the princess walked out after having magically cleaned every trace of their lovemaking away. He could go home to an ordinary day, he could smile, and he would fuck his wife with no regrets.

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Author's Note

So there you have it. The first chapter with more to cum. Hehe.. Dangly parts joke. Leave your comments [Below]