You rather follow her Boss, Mrs Cake, she seeme...
Ultimate Human in Equestria Story
Chapter 7
As the gigantic blue mare steps away you make a quick rundown of everything you know so far. You are currently in a bakery, of which this Pinkie person is an employee, and this blue mare who shall be named Mrs. Cake is supposedly her boss, and possibly the manager or owner of the bakery. Furthermore, by the looks of things she seems to be both a kind and mature person, and perhaps even the pink one’s mentor. On the one hand following the older mare seems like the safer bet for your continued survival, since she is the boss of this establishment.
Actually reaching her to make contact could prove to be a problem, however, as in your current state you didn’t even begin to know how to get her attention, and just because she’s amicable toward her workers doesn’t automatically mean that she would show the same behavior toward you, especially if she perceives you as a pest to be stomped out. If that were to happen you’d be screwed.
Not being able to make contact could still be far more detrimental, however, as your daily needs such as food and water need to be met, and the risk of dying of dehydration is a very real danger. At the very least getting squished would afford you a very quick death without suffering.
After about a second you decide quickly that you’re going to take the risk and follow the blue bakery owner and hope that it turns out for the best. You rush toward her retreating form until you reach her hindquarters and try to keep a steady pace with her as she walks, which is more difficult than it sounds as each step she takes far outstrips your own. If she were outside and not in a moderately sized bakery she could easily leave you behind in her dust.
The mare's massive posterior is almost impossible to ignore, as her hind muscles rippled and flexed with every movement. A prodigious layer of fat accentuates the curvature of her butt and gives it a cushy and soft appeal that makes your mouth water. Also, the large fluffy pink tail hangs freely from her plot and subtly swings as she walks, which also does the job of hiding her genitals from view. You somewhat feel some relief from this, as you don't have to embarrass yourself by awkwardly staring at her exposed junk.
What her tail couldn't hide from you was the sheer size of her great wobbling milkers. You'd never heard of an equine or horse having such large breasts before, and it's not just the fact that you're tiny that makes them look big either. With every step, you can see glimpses of her twin udders squish against her legs like two overfilled water balloons. Fat jiggles on her underbelly and even more so than her prodigious flanks it produces a mesmerizing effect on your brain which makes it difficult to look away.
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Cup Cake could not shake off the distinct feeling that she was being watched. Even after she spoke with Pinkie Pie and walked out of the kitchen and into the storeroom she felt a persistent sensation creeping up her neck, as if there were spiders crawling over her skin. Of course, each time she lifted a hoof and rubbed along her fur she found nothing out of the ordinary, yet still the unsettling feeling remained.
I really need to stop listening to Pinkie Pie's wild stories, Cup Cake thought with a sigh as she hefted bags of flour on her back to carry back to the kitchen. Or I might start imagining that there are tiny stallions around too.
She paused midstep. Now that she thought about it, that wouldn't be so bad, so long as they kept themselves clean and stayed out of the food. Cup Cake imagined an army of tiny little stallions scurrying around the bakery, working together to mix cake batter, roll out pie dough, and operate the oven, and couldn't suppress a little giggle. The thought was so utterly silly that she couldn't help but smile.
Oh that Pinkie Pie, even when she wasn't in the room she never fails to know exactly how to make her laugh. That's why she's been able to stay around for so long. Her comedic chops were an absolute necessity to the morale of the bakery, and it didn't hurt that she was so outgoing and approachable as well.
With the flour bags in tow, she trotted back into the kitchen and began to load them into the cabinets for later use, while still thinking about the subject further. The idea of a tiny stallion also had some other merits as well, though definitely not the kind that she could explain in polite company. The kind where a mare would tower of the little one and cover him in her shadow, right before she snatches him up and stuffs him into her...
Phew, did it get hotter in here, or was it just her? Cup Cake fanned herself with her foreleg and quick little breaths jumped out of her in small pants. Her back legs quivered, so a zone of moisture began to grow in the space under her tail and she was pretty sure that she winked for half a second.
Okay, maybe that was enough fantasizing for now. There was still work to be done and she didn't need to be entertaining such frivolous thoughts during work hours. Although it couldn't hurt to stop for a few minutes and cool off, and it was a slow day...
Actually reaching her to make contact could prove to be a problem, however, as in your current state you didn’t even begin to know how to get her attention, and just because she’s amicable toward her workers doesn’t automatically mean that she would show the same behavior toward you, especially if she perceives you as a pest to be stomped out. If that were to happen you’d be screwed.
Not being able to make contact could still be far more detrimental, however, as your daily needs such as food and water need to be met, and the risk of dying of dehydration is a very real danger. At the very least getting squished would afford you a very quick death without suffering.
After about a second you decide quickly that you’re going to take the risk and follow the blue bakery owner and hope that it turns out for the best. You rush toward her retreating form until you reach her hindquarters and try to keep a steady pace with her as she walks, which is more difficult than it sounds as each step she takes far outstrips your own. If she were outside and not in a moderately sized bakery she could easily leave you behind in her dust.
The mare's massive posterior is almost impossible to ignore, as her hind muscles rippled and flexed with every movement. A prodigious layer of fat accentuates the curvature of her butt and gives it a cushy and soft appeal that makes your mouth water. Also, the large fluffy pink tail hangs freely from her plot and subtly swings as she walks, which also does the job of hiding her genitals from view. You somewhat feel some relief from this, as you don't have to embarrass yourself by awkwardly staring at her exposed junk.
What her tail couldn't hide from you was the sheer size of her great wobbling milkers. You'd never heard of an equine or horse having such large breasts before, and it's not just the fact that you're tiny that makes them look big either. With every step, you can see glimpses of her twin udders squish against her legs like two overfilled water balloons. Fat jiggles on her underbelly and even more so than her prodigious flanks it produces a mesmerizing effect on your brain which makes it difficult to look away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cup Cake could not shake off the distinct feeling that she was being watched. Even after she spoke with Pinkie Pie and walked out of the kitchen and into the storeroom she felt a persistent sensation creeping up her neck, as if there were spiders crawling over her skin. Of course, each time she lifted a hoof and rubbed along her fur she found nothing out of the ordinary, yet still the unsettling feeling remained.
I really need to stop listening to Pinkie Pie's wild stories, Cup Cake thought with a sigh as she hefted bags of flour on her back to carry back to the kitchen. Or I might start imagining that there are tiny stallions around too.
She paused midstep. Now that she thought about it, that wouldn't be so bad, so long as they kept themselves clean and stayed out of the food. Cup Cake imagined an army of tiny little stallions scurrying around the bakery, working together to mix cake batter, roll out pie dough, and operate the oven, and couldn't suppress a little giggle. The thought was so utterly silly that she couldn't help but smile.
Oh that Pinkie Pie, even when she wasn't in the room she never fails to know exactly how to make her laugh. That's why she's been able to stay around for so long. Her comedic chops were an absolute necessity to the morale of the bakery, and it didn't hurt that she was so outgoing and approachable as well.
With the flour bags in tow, she trotted back into the kitchen and began to load them into the cabinets for later use, while still thinking about the subject further. The idea of a tiny stallion also had some other merits as well, though definitely not the kind that she could explain in polite company. The kind where a mare would tower of the little one and cover him in her shadow, right before she snatches him up and stuffs him into her...
Phew, did it get hotter in here, or was it just her? Cup Cake fanned herself with her foreleg and quick little breaths jumped out of her in small pants. Her back legs quivered, so a zone of moisture began to grow in the space under her tail and she was pretty sure that she winked for half a second.
Okay, maybe that was enough fantasizing for now. There was still work to be done and she didn't need to be entertaining such frivolous thoughts during work hours. Although it couldn't hurt to stop for a few minutes and cool off, and it was a slow day...
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June 2, 2023
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