The blueberry smell intensifies as the meal pro...
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absolfusion
It turns out that Cup Cake was not only a superb baker but surprisingly enough, a decent conversationalist.
She kept you engaged with little stories of happenings in the town, famous ponies visiting the bakery, all the hijinx the Pinkie and her friends would get up to and so on. A lot of the events she described matched what happened in the show more or less, but there were quite a few missing parts in between that fascinated you immensely.
Like how Pinkie Pie once dug up a mystical tablet that causes the ponies near it to immediately seek out the thing that they most desired at the moment when exposed to sunlight (which caused a few couples to begin copulating on the streets) and so they had to rebury it at the end of the episode.

And then there was the time that the Mane 6 had to infiltrate and break up a band of bandit mares who were involved in a rash of train robberies and were also in the business of kidnapping, smuggling and then reselling colts for profit, and then Twilight engaging and defeating the bandit headmare in a magical duel (back when she was still a unicorn no less!). That would've made quite the interesting two-parter if it weren't for that pesky TV-Y rating.

You leaned over the table, taking small bites of food sparingly as you hung onto every word.
In your distracted state, you didn't notice the scent of blueberries steadily increase in intensity

Mrs. Cake was about to launch into another story when you suddenly felt an intense pressure in your groin and a sharp stab of pain, You visibly winced in discomfort and looked down You reached down to touch at the affected spot and quickly realized that while you had been enthralled by Cup Cake's story, your erection had been growing in size and hardness until it was pressing up against the underside of the table.
You abruptly got up from your chair, trying desperately to hide your boner while your hostess looked at you with concern.
"Is everything alright dear? You seem to have become agitated for some reason."
"It's fine," you said through clenched teeth, then took a deep breath to compose yourself. "Could you please point the way to the bathroom? There's uh, 'something' I need to take care of real quick."
Mrs. Cake gave you a confused look but inclined her head towards the rear of the store. "There's one adjacent to the master bedroom, down the hall, the last door on the right."
You rushed out a breathless thank you and quickly left the scene, following the directions she prescribed.
Once in there you ripped down your pants and began to desperately jack off, aiming your load into the toilet.
While you were busy polishing your knob you heard the distinctive sound of clopping hooves approach and a loud sniffing sound coming from underneath the door. You stood stock still for a moment, mortified that Mrs. Cake might suspect what it is your doing before the sniffing stopped and the sound hooves began to retreat into another room,

You breathed a sigh of relief with the noises gone and focused completely on your task of getting yourself off.
A small stream of white liquid burst from the tip of your member and impacted the toilet which you quickly flushed away.

You washed your hands thoroughly and spent a bit of time cleaning off your dick as well, before opening up the door.
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June 2, 2023