Milky Way walked down the main dirt road of Ponyville, looking rather downtrodden. She had her milkmare hat tipped down, hiding her eyes as she made her rounds. It was obvious that she drew attention to herself, unable to hide her large teats unless she wore her uniform. She was looked at almost like a freak compared the other ponies in the town.

Stallions gawked, mares averted their gaze, and mothers covered the eyes of foals when Milky walked by. The only ponies that had even tried to talk to her so far were stallions that obviously only wanted to rut her. Milky wasn't that kind of a girl, and being alienated from the town didn't put her in the mood for such ponies.

Milky placed a bottle of milk on her last stop and took her hat off. She wiped her forehead before looking around. Even now she was getting stared at. Milky sighed, tired of all the stares. Milky's stomach rumbled.

“Well, technically I am off the clock...” she muttered to herself, turning towards where the food vendors sold their goods. She took her coin purse from a saddlebag she wore under her white uniform. Pay day wasn’t until next week, and she only had a few bits left; Moving from a big city to a small town really drained her savings. The money would not buy her more than a single apple.

Milky walked up to the orange pony with blonde hair and a cowpony hat on. She had with her a small filly with a light yellow coat and red hair with a large bow in it. As Milky walked up to the stand, she saw the orange pony's eyes widened, and dip down to try to get a glimpse of her breasts before shooting back up to look Milky in the face.

Milky saw what the mare did and frowned, even though there was nothing she could do about it.

“I'll just take an apple, I suppose.” Milky sighed, flipping her coin purse out and letting the three meager coins drop onto the counter of the stand. The pony scooped up the coin and pushed a bright red apple forward.

“Thanks.” Milky said half-heartedly.

“Yer welcome...” the pony responded in much the same tone.

Two ponies had been watching this unfold from the window of Sugar Cube corner. As Milky started to walk away, one of ponies with a blue coat and poofy pink hair turned to the other.

The blue-coated mare looked at her stallion companion. The stallion had a yellow coat with a short orange mane. He felt his partner looking at him. He shifted his eyes, locking gazes with the mare. The pink-maned pony raised an eyebrow, questioning without uttering a word. The stallion got a slight smile on his face and nodded. The mare grinned in response.

~

Milky sat on a park bench, finishing her apple. It satiated her hunger for now, but she knew she would get hungry before she would have money to eat again.

“Hi,” a strong, deep voice came from Milky's left side. She looked up to see a couple standing there, a blue mare with a pink mane standing next to a yellow stallion with a scraggly orange mane.

“Uhh, hi... You two are the bakers at that Sugar Cube Corner place, aren't you?” Milky asked, trying to place them.

“Why, yes we are. And you are Milky Way, right? The new Ponyville milkmare?” The mare spoke up.

“Yeah,” Milky said with a laugh.

“Well, we have noticed the ponies around here have not been very hospitable towards you...” Mrs. Cake began.

“So, we wanted to invite you over for dinner,” the stallion finished her sentence off.

“Uhh... Well, that sounds great, thank you,” Milky said with a smile. She had gotten lucky; these two had offered her the help she needed just in time.

“How does seven sound?” Mrs. Cake asked.

“That sounds perfect.” Milky smiled.

“Well, Mr. Cake and I should probably get back to the shop. We just saw you while taking our lunch out here and wanted to give you a proper welcome to the town.” Mrs. Cake said.

“That's very kind of you.” Milky said.

“Seven o'clock?” Mrs. Cake asked to reaffirm.

“Seven.” Milky nodded.

~

Milky was wearing a plain white dress that had been custom made for her in Trottingham to hide her huge tits as much as she could when Ms. Cake opened the door. These were the first ponies to show any real interest in Milky that weren't focused on her breasts and she wanted to keep it that way.

“Hello dear, what a lovely dress.” Ms. Cake greeted her guest. Ms. Cake was still wearing an apron, apparently having been working in the kitchen.

“Thanks, Mrs. Cake.”

“Oh please, call me Cupcake, hon.” Mrs. Cake smiled. “Follow me up to the apartment upstairs.”

The two walked through the rather dark lower part of Sugar Cube Corner where the bakery was run. Mrs. Cake led Milky to a staircase in the back of the building. They ascended together and Mrs. Cake opened the door to her apartment.

“It's almost ready, I made some toasted hay with brazed oats... That's okay, right?” Mrs. Cake asked.

“Oh, yeah, sure. That sounds really good, actually,” Milky said, thinking about how her stomach had been rumbling not an hour after she had eaten that apple.

Mr. Cake sat the table that already had plates set up for the three. He lifted his gaze off a newspaper to smile at Milky.

“Hi, Mr. Cake.” Milky Way waved her hoof.

“Hello Milky, but you can just call me Carrot Cake.” He smiled.

Just then Mrs. Cake came from the kitchen holding a large bowl with their dinner in it. Protruding from the bowl were two serving sticks. She quickly dished it out with the skill and experience from years of being a full-time chef. She put the bowl down and retreated into the kitchen, only to reappear moments later with a bottle of red wine.

Once Mrs. Cake sat down, they all began to eat. Milky was surprised by how much she liked this dish; she had never been one for wheat or hay, preferring mostly fruits. She cleaned her plate and complimented Mrs. Cake on her expert cooking.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake looked at each other before turning their gaze to Milky Way.

“You might have noticed how the downstairs was closed down?” Mrs. Cake started.

“Yeah, I was wondering about that, but I didn’t want to intrude…” Milky said meekly.

“Not at all dear, the truth is Mr. Cake and I don’t have to run the bakery every day because we run a little ‘business’ on the side.” Mrs. Cake continued with a smile, swirling her glass half-filled with red wine.

“A business on the side?” Milky Way asked. “What kind of business?”
Mrs. Cake looked to her husband, and they both smiled a big, toothy grin.

“We… make movies.” Mr. Cake picked up where his wife had left off.

“Movies? Like the ones they make in Canterlot with the big screens and stuff?” Milky asked, a rising excitement in her voice, nearly jumping up and out of her seat.

“Not quite…” Mr. Cake explained. “You could say that our movies are fit for adult ponies only.”

“Adults…only?” Milky Way asked. Her face was blank as she tried contemplated what Mr. Cake had meant.

Mr. Cake got a slight grin as Milky’s cheeks turned bright red. “You… you mean, those kinds of movies!?” Milky asked.

“Calm down honey.” Mrs. Cake put her hoof forward, placing it on top of Milky’s. “It’s not that big of a deal…”

“It’s just so… strange. I never would have taken you two for ones to be involved in all of that…” Milky said, looking down at her plate. Her cheeks still burned with embarrassment.

“We were actually wondering…” Mr. Cake Began. Milky Way looked up, unsure what he was about to say. She had a pretty good idea, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

“Well,” Mrs. Cake cut him off. “It’s just that we saw you were new to town, having a tough time fitting in, and were low on money....”

“So, on top of the meal, we wanted to offer you a way to make some quick cash…” Mr. Cake cut back in.

“Quick cash…?” Milky Way repeated with an upward inflection, bringing her hoof to her mouth. “What do you mean?”

Mr. Cake smiled once again. “Well, we have a little fun tonight, we record it, give you a healthy payment, then sell the video for a profit.”

“Oh…” Milky took a few seconds to let what he said sink it. “Oh!” She said again, blushing a new shade of red.

“Well, I don’t know… I’m really not that kind of mare. I have never even really thought about it before.” Milky said, avoiding the couple’s eyes.

“But you need the money, don’t you?” Mr. Cake bargained.

“Well, yes... but I’m not sure if I need it that bad.”

Mr. Cake frowned. He then bent over and grabbed a small bag from under his seat and placed it in front of Milky.

“How does one hundred bits sound?” Mr. Cake asked. Milky eyes widened as the bag full of glinting coins that sat in front of her.

“I… I’m not sure…” Milky stammered.

“Two hundred?” Mr. Cake asked.

Milky didn’t answer, she just sat there and considered her options, staring at the bag of coins in front of her. Two hundred bits was a month’s worth of salary from her milkmare job. and she was completely broke for another whole week.

“O-Okay…” Milky said in a low tone.

The spouses smiled at one another.

“Follow us.” Mrs. Cake said as she and her husband stood from the table.

Author's Note

so no, there is no sex yet. but I have set up everything so chapter two can dive right into it.