As Mrs. Cake worked a dark thought floated up from the depths of her mind, slowly creeping forward until it drove her to distraction.
She had complete control over the tiny human's fate, no one but she and her husband even knew of the human's existance, and that knowlege was causing some dark, twisted feelings to surface.
Mrs. Cake wasn't an unkind pony, far from it. She gave as good as she got and was a pillar of her community, and she took great pride in serving her customers.
So why then did she feel this strange urge to put him into her mouth to see how he tastes? She didn't even where the poor dear has been! More importantly, he was able to talk and think and feel just like any other pony, and would most certainly see such an act as a bitter betrayal, a violation of his trust, and yet...
Just the thought of feeling him twist and squirm inside her mouth (or anyone's mouth for that matter) was turning her on. She reached down and felt underneath her apron between her legs, and found that her that her mound had become warm and moist, almost to the point that she feared she begin dripping on the floor. Clearly her body found the idea exciting and enticing, so much that a heat was blossoming deep within her. Is this what it was like to have a fetish? She shivered as she felt a fingertip trace a line down her slit.
No one else would ever know... she thought.
What will she do?
She had complete control over the tiny human's fate, no one but she and her husband even knew of the human's existance, and that knowlege was causing some dark, twisted feelings to surface.
Mrs. Cake wasn't an unkind pony, far from it. She gave as good as she got and was a pillar of her community, and she took great pride in serving her customers.
So why then did she feel this strange urge to put him into her mouth to see how he tastes? She didn't even where the poor dear has been! More importantly, he was able to talk and think and feel just like any other pony, and would most certainly see such an act as a bitter betrayal, a violation of his trust, and yet...
Just the thought of feeling him twist and squirm inside her mouth (or anyone's mouth for that matter) was turning her on. She reached down and felt underneath her apron between her legs, and found that her that her mound had become warm and moist, almost to the point that she feared she begin dripping on the floor. Clearly her body found the idea exciting and enticing, so much that a heat was blossoming deep within her. Is this what it was like to have a fetish? She shivered as she felt a fingertip trace a line down her slit.
No one else would ever know... she thought.
What will she do?
absolfusion
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June 2, 2023
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