The Fantasy

Chapter 7:  The Fantasy

Carrot Cake slinked toward his bedroom, opening the creaking door ever so carefully, unsure whether his wife was already asleep.  The sliver of light that peeked into the room revealed Cup Cake lying on her side, breathing deeply.  Carrot Cake figured she must have been asleep, so he crept in and shut the door quietly behind him.  He stumbled slightly in the dark but eventually found his way to the bed.  He climbed in carefully next to his wife so as not to disturb her.  Especially after the talk he had just had with Pinkie Pie, he didn’t want Cup Cake to ask him any questions or stir up the arguments they’d had earlier.

Carrot Cake shut his eyes, but images of the pink pony refused to leave his mind.  He felt a thrill in his stomach about how closely he had bonded with Pinkie Pie, about how much he had learned about her past, and about how much he had shared about his.  He also kept imagining himself leaning into a passionate kiss with the young mare, rolling about on the bed only to have her turn around and spread her hind legs for him.  He then thought about taking his elongated shaft and pressing it into her folds, letting the slick fluid within her coat his penis as it entered her body.  He pictured thrusting back and forth on the creaking bed, her screams of ecstasy being muffled by a pillow so that his wife wouldn’t hear.  He imagined pressure building in his cock until his semen burst from its tip and filled Pinkie Pie up while she writhed under an intense orgasm, shrieking his name into the pillow.  The thought brought Carrot Cake’s hoof to his shaft, and he began to softly stroke himself until his penis rose to attention.  Feeling the erect member in his hoof, he knew he had to give himself a chance to release his passions and relieve the intense energy his imagination was fueling.

As quietly as he had climbed into bed, Carrot Cake climbed out and walked slowly over to the adjacent bathroom.  That door opened with a creak, too, and he turned back to see if he had woken his wife.  She mumbled to herself and turned over, but started to breathe heavily again.  Carrot Cake slipped into the bathroom, shut the door, and then fumbled for the light.

Once the light was on he could see his reflection in the mirror.  He looked very tired, as if thinking about Pinkie Pie and his forbidden desires was sucking the life out of him.  Let me just have my fantasy, and then maybe I’ll stop thinking about it.  He walked over to the toilet and sat on it.

His shaft, which had shrunk a bit on the way to the bathroom, quickly became erect again as he started to stroke it.  In his mind, Pinkie Pie coyly looked at him with reddened cheeks, as if he had just proposed that he loved her.  She then confessed her own desires and leaned forward to kiss him.  The wild mare no doubt would play with his tongue while they were making out.  Carrot Cake began to pump his shaft harder when he imagined lowering himself onto her bed, holding each other close as they kissed, moaning whenever they got the chance to catch their breath.

Carrot Cake started to pant a bit as he worked his shaft with heated fervor.  Once again, he saw the pink pony spread her legs for him nervously, as if she wasn’t quite sure if what she was doing was right.  Then again, that it was so wrong made it all the hotter.  The pink pony squealed with delight as Carrot Cake’s penis plunged into her depths.  He imagined the tightness the spry pony would almost inevitably have given her young age.  He imagined the heat radiating from her lips, coating his shaft with a humid blanket of fluid.  Carrot Cake started to groan as he began to buck his hips forward while his hoof tugged at his cock in earnest.

Just before he felt ready to release, he heard the bathroom door creak open.  He looked up to see his wife standing in the doorway, her face cast in shadow from the dark bedroom.  She looked away and blushed as she realized what her husband was doing.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said.  Silence pervaded as Carrot Cake looked at his wife guiltily.  She didn’t seem to notice, however, as she had turned away.  Carrot Cake could already feel his shaft shrinking from the lack of stimulation, and he wanted to say something just so his wife would leave him alone, but he could think of nothing to say that wouldn’t be a rude dismissal.

“I guess I should let you finish,” Cup Cake said.  She suddenly turned to her husband with a pleading look in her eyes.  Carrot Cake couldn’t figure out why she was looking at him in that way, but he couldn’t look away as she continued to stare at him.  It made him blush in shame, and when she noticed him blushing her eyes started to shift around.  Carrot Cake could almost see her spirit deflate in front of him, and he wished he could find a way to console her, but he didn’t know what was making her so sad.  Finally, Cup Cake closed the door and left Carrot Cake alone with his thoughts.

Carrot Cake looked down at his penis, which at this point had gone soft from disuse.  Thoughts of Pinkie Pie came into his head, but now they were shadowed by his wife’s pleading eyes.  Carrot Cake thought that he should have been fantasizing about his wife, or, under better circumstances, been making love to her directly.  But when he thought about his wife, his passions fell flat and he couldn’t bring himself to masturbate.  His fiery thoughts about Pinkie Pie had been effectively suffocated, like when a candle is covered by a glass object, and all that remains of the flame is a tuft of smoke.  Realizing that he couldn’t bring himself to return to his fantasy, Carrot Cake sighed and lifted himself off of the toilet before slumping out of the room and back to his bed.  He thought his wife had fallen asleep again, but as he settled under the covers she spoke out to him.

“I didn’t hear you flush.”

Carrot Cake winced, understanding the implication.  He sighed again and replied.

“I don’t want to discuss it.”

“I didn’t say there was anything to discuss.”

“Well, good, so we finally agree on something.”

“I guess so.  Good night.”

“Good night.”  Both ponies closed their eyes, but sleep evaded them for the longest time.  Once they finally began to slumber, it seemed like no time at all before the morning sun shone into their room.  They woke up exhausted, but neither of them wanted to admit why.

“You go first,” Carrot Cake said.  Cup Cake nodded and went into the bathroom.

Carrot Cake rubbed his eyes and groaned.

***

Rarity had been working on outfits all morning, so that lunchtime had arrived much quicker than she had expected it to.  As always, she made herself a half sandwich and complemented this with a strong cup of jasmine tea.  She always ate on the living room couch, even though she was constantly reproaching Sweetie Belle for eating snacks out there.  It was just so relaxing to recline in the couch while she sipped her tea.  It was exactly the thing she needed to help her unwind and prepare her for the second half of her hectic day, as the days always were.  An interruption, however, presented itself as the sound of a knocking door.

Rarity sighed and set her tea and sandwich on the coffee table before walking over to the door.  She despised customers coming during the lunch hour, especially since most of Ponyville knew not to disturb her during that time unless there was some kind of fashion emergency.  Her disposition changed entirely, though, when she opened the door and found Twilight Sparkle standing outside.

“Twilight, darling, you surprised me,” Rarity said.

“Sorry for disturbing you during lunch, but I didn’t want to interrupt your work and I really need to talk to you about something.”

“Oh darling, it’s no imposition.  I’m always willing to help a friend through her troubles.”

“Well, trust me, it was troublesome enough getting here with Spike begging to go with me to see you.  Normally I’d let him tag along, but what I need to discuss with you is a bit too mature for his young ears.”

“Oh my, is this about a stallion, perhaps?”  Rarity couldn’t contain her excitement; she was always itching to discuss her friends’ potential love lives.

“Sort of, but it’s not about me.  Well, can I sit down?  There’s kind of a lot to explain.”

“Oh, of course, darling, come in.  How rude of me to leave you standing in the doorway.”  Rarity stepped back to let her friend inside the boutique and shut the door before returning to her couch and levitating the tea cup up to her muzzle.

“So, if this isn’t about you, then who are we talking about?” Rarity asked.

“Well, Pinkie Pie came over to the library one day and started telling me that Mr. Cake was having marital issues and she’s not sure why he would suddenly start telling her about all this.”

“Um…what?  Okay, let me see if I get this.  Carrot Cake told Pinkie Pie about his marital troubles, and this is unusual because he never talks to her like this.  Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“But what does that mean, darling?”

“Well, it means he’s trying to get closer to Pinkie Pie.”

“And this is a bad thing?”  Twilight was taken aback a bit.

“Oh wait,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve told you the whole story.  I went to Sugarcube Corner the next day and I talked to Carrot Cake about Pinkie Pie and then about his family.  He seemed really happy when I mentioned her, but when I asked about his family he didn’t seem so happy.”

“Well, that must have something to do with his marital troubles.”

“But why would he open up to Pinkie Pie about all this?  According to her, he’s been a pretty private pony in all the years she’s known him, so why is he becoming so intimate?  What if he likes her and—”

“Twilight,” Rarity said, holding up a hoof, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to stop you there.  You’re definitely overthinking this if you think Carrot Cake has any designs on our Pinkie Pie.  What made you jump to that conclusion?”

“Well, Pinkie Pie was feeling really uncomfortable and so I kind of assumed something was going on that she might not be telling me.”

“But we don’t really have any evidence to back this up, do we?  As far as I can tell, Carrot Cake is having some troubles and his going to Pinkie Pie is a sign of the trust she’s been earning all these years of living there.  I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.  Remember, also, that you have a tendency of reacting strongly even when the situation doesn’t warrant it.”

“Rarity…”

“Sorry, darling, but you know this to be true.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“So we agree that there’s nothing to worry about?”

“Sure.”

“Good.  Just out of curiosity, though, why did you decide to come to me about all this?”  Twilight looked up at Rarity and started to shift awkwardly in her seat.

“Well, I thought if Carrot Cake liked Pinkie Pie, then you might be the right mare to talk to about such intimate feelings.  A lot of stallions seem to like you, so maybe you’d be able to recognize the signs if you went to Sugarcube Corner and studied Carrot Cake’s reactions to Pinkie Pie.”  At this, Rarity actually laughed, but she quickly caught herself.

“Darling, you flatter me!  Sure, a few stallions have given me a second glance, but I don’t have colts crawling all over me like you seem to imply.  And even if I did, I don’t think I’m that knowledgeable about what a stallion looks like when he likes a mare.  And it would be very uncouth of me to probe into a problem that, in all reality, is between Pinkie Pie and Carrot Cake.  You understand, don’t you?”  Twilight gave her a sheepish grin.

“I think I do,” she said.  “Well, thank you for talking some sense into me.  I was going crazy worrying about Pinkie Pie.  Next time I see her I’ll tell her not to fret so much.”

“That sounds good, dear.  Is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?”  Twilight glanced down at her hoof.

“Not really,” Twilight said.

“All right, then.  I would ask you to stay for lunch, but I’m horribly busy at the moment and I really need to get back to work.  We’ll get dinner some time and catch up properly.  Doesn’t that sound nice?”  Twilight smiled.

“Yes, it does.”

“All right, then.  I’ll see you later, Twilight.”

“Goodbye, Rarity.”  Twilight left her seat and walked out the door considerably calmer than she had been when she walked in.  Rarity decided to steal a few more moments with her tea before going back to work.