Chapter 2: The Dream
A rosy light glowed in the hallway of their home. Carrot Cake rose slowly from his bed without a sound and followed the trail of light to its source. He saw that the light was coming from Pinkie Pie's room, and so he hesitantly opened the door.
She was lying in a sea of rose petals on her stomach, her rear arcing upward off of the bed. Her curly tail hung down between her hind legs. Pinkie Pie turned her head towards Carrot Cake, and when she saw him she swished her tail and batted her eyelashes at him. Carrot Cake, confused but enthralled, entered the room.
Without saying a word, the pink pony beckoned him to her side, and Carrot Cake wordlessly obliged. When he was lying next to her on the bed, she leaned close to his face and planted on his lips a tender kiss. She then looked at him coyly, seeing how he would react to this invitation.
Carrot Cake leaned towards Pinkie Pie and planted a fiery kiss on her lips, parting them with his tongue and exploring her mouth. He wrapped his hooves around her and positioned her on her back. The rose petals were starting to get caught in his fur. He mounted her and planted rough kisses on her neck, tantalizing her by aiming his kisses further down her body. Pinkie Pie's leg started to brush up against Carrot Cake's penis, which was already swelling with blood, and she gently stroked her leg up and down the shaft.
The two connected for another intimate kiss before Carrot Cake lifted off of Pinkie Pie and she repositioned herself on the bed with her rear pointing up into the air. Her tail moved aside to reveal the slick folds of her vagina, waiting for Carrot Cake's cock to penetrate the cavern they protected. Carrot Cake wasted no time in pushing his penis into Pinkie Pie's hole. He felt the warm walls of her vaginal opening clenching on him and holding him there, while the hot juices started to drip onto the bed.
Carrot Cake thrust forward once experimentally, getting a feel for how Pinkie Pie's body would respond. His penis grinding against her inner walls felt so good that he had to keep thrusting to satiate a burning need that had engorged him. He thrust faster and faster as Pinkie Pie buried her face into the bed. She did all she could to help Carrot Cake along by thrusting backward with her body, but it was the stallion doing most of the work here.
Suddenly he felt his loins clench, tensing for his load to build up and shoot out of him. His thrusting became deeper and harder and gained speed. He could sense that he was about to cum and when he did he knew it would bring with it that wonderful feeling of ecstasy.
Carrot Cake woke up in a cold sweat. It was still pitch black outside, and his wife was breathing heavily next to him, clearly still asleep. Carrot Cake, out of curiosity, looked beneath his sheets and saw that he had a raging erection. He blushed, hoping his wife wouldn't wake up and notice.
He remembered the dream vividly. He realized now that there had been no sound in his dream, but plenty of images still haunted his mind. Something about the rose petals bothered him more than anything else; there had been no reason for them to be there, but they had littered the bed and covered Pinkie Pie's body.
Oh God, Pinkie Pie… If she ever found out what he had been dreaming about, he would quit Ponyville and try to make a living somewhere else. He wasn't sure if his wife would go with him.
Oh God, my wife… If she ever found out, well, that would be a storm from which his marriage would not recover. The black night had a way of distorting Carrot Cake's fears in this way. A reasonable mare would not blame him for a dream he had no control over, and Cup Cake was assuredly a very reasonable mare. But to Carrot Cake, it felt like he had cheated on her.
Then came the realization that Pinkie Pie's presence for the past couple of weeks had disturbed something in him. This must have been the dream he had been constantly forgetting! Well, now he remembered it clearly, and he wished he could burn his memory and never dream of this again.
He was afraid to go back to sleep now, fearing that the dream would return and haunt him with its tantalizing images. How would he ever face Pinkie Pie now, knowing what lewd thoughts lurked inside his own mind? What would Cup Cake think if she discovered he had been dreaming of their tenant and employee?
As the night always did, it squelched Carrot Cake's thoughts and transformed them into sleep, and the sleep he experienced now was dreamless, so that time seemed to drift in an instant to morning.
Carrot Cake woke up more clear-headed than before, but the memory of his dream still worried him. He glanced over to his wife, who was just opening her eyes herself. Carrot Cake looked into his wife's eyes as they slowly peeled open, and she blushed and turned away.
"Don't look at me like that," she said coyly, giggling.
"How did you sleep?" Carrot Cake asked.
"Just fine, dear. How about you? Did you have any good dreams?"
"Nothing important," Carrot Cake said. "Who's going to steal the shower first?"
"Oh, honey, we don't have time to take turns," Cup Cake said, and Carrot Cake missed the throaty undertones of her voice when she said it. "It looks like we'll have to shower together this morning."
"Oh, okay," Carrot Cake said, finally catching on. This was a welcome change from the past week, where two malfunctioning machines had caused a rift between the two Earth ponies. Cup Cake and Carrot Cake stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, which dripped down their backs as they took turns lathering each other's mane.
Cup Cake planted delicate kisses on the back of her husband's neck as she scrubbed shampoo into his mane.
"You're so tense, dear," she said. "Are you sure you slept well?"
"I slept fine," Carrot Cake said, hoping against hope she'd change the subject.
"Why don't I give you a nice massage?" Cup Cake asked. Without waiting for an answer, she kneaded her hooves into his shoulders, where he always carried the most tension. This was one of Carrot Cake's most effective stimulants; his wife's massages always gave him an erection. What accompanied it, though, was a brief moment when he imagined a pink pony doing this to him.
Don't think about that! Carrot Cake scolded himself. His thoughts returned to those about his wife and the tension that was easing from his shoulders.
"There," Cup Cake crooned, "isn't that better? Oh…I see somepony's getting a little excited…"
"That obvious, huh?" Carrot Cake asked.
"Well, how can I not see it?" Cup Cake asked. "It's so big…"
"It is not," Carrot Cake said. This was one of those things his wife always told him that he refused to believe. But he accepted the comment gladly anyway.
"Lie down, honey…" Cup Cake whispered into his ear. Carrot Cake lowered himself onto his stomach, but she shook her head.
"On your back," she said. Carrot Cake flipped himself over, feeling the tile of the shower floor warm his back. Cup Cake lowered herself so that her face was near his stomach and she began to kiss him gently. She lowered her head as she kissed, making her way down Carrot Cake's body, and then she placed her mouth over the head of his cock.
Carrot Cake closed his eyes as his wife slowly started to lick and suck on him. He resisted the urge to thrust into her, knowing that if he wasn't careful he could knock his wood into her teeth. Cup Cake had a fantastic mouth, knowing just how to tease his tip before engulfing as much of his penis as she could. In an instant, with his eyes shut he saw Pinkie Pie sucking on his penis. Carrot Cake opened his eyes and tensed slightly, but Cup Cake didn't seem to notice. He took a few calming breaths and allowed himself to relax as his wife pleasured him.
Soon he felt that familiar clenching of his loins. As always, he said nothing to his wife, who always liked his cum to come as a surprise. It usually left things a little messier than if he had warned her beforehand, but she enjoyed the spontaneity of it. Another image of that pink pony invaded his mind just as he began to shoot sperm into his wife's mouth. She gladly swallowed the salty semen and started to lick his tip clean once he had stopped firing his load.
"Honey, I want to apologize for all the fighting we got into earlier," Cup Cake said. "I've just been really stressed out over our finances and I let it get to me sometimes."
"I understand," Carrot Cake said. "And that was quite the apology." But something about his face betrayed his concern.
"Is something wrong, honey?" Cup Cake asked. "You look worried about something."
"Huh?" Carrot Cake asked. "Oh, no, I'm fine, honey. It's just…I've got a lot on my mind right now, and I guess some of that showed in my face."
"Well, maybe another day at the shop will help you clear your head. Let's get washed up so we can open up."
"Okay," Carrot Cake said, rising from the tile and reaching for his loofah.
With the store now open, Carrot Cake was in his normal spot in the kitchen, handling the orders that came in. There were still a few customers who hadn't known that the fryer was broken, but those had become fewer and fewer throughout the week, and most of the ponies had nothing but pleasant things to say about the service.
Carrot Cake had indeed been able to drive his worrying thoughts from his mind amidst the bustle in the kitchen and he was baking muffins and other pastries without a hitch.
Then Pinkie Pie walked in.
An image of her lying on her bed with rose petals covering her body, flitting her tail to give him a fleeting look at her luscious pink lips.
"How's it going back here, Mr. Cake?" Pinkie Pie asked.
Carrot Cake shook his head as if to snap out of a trance.
"Things are fine, Pinkie Pie."
Pinkie Pie was going down on him, sucking his cock and lapping at his leaking fluids.
"Well, the crowd's getting busier," Pinkie Pie said, "so Mrs. Cake asked me to help you out back here."
"Did she now?" asked Carrot Cake, glancing around at the blueberry muffin mix that had to be dolloped out and placed into the oven to replace the low stock outside.
"She sure did!" Pinkie Pie said. "And I said I'd be happy to help, and I am!"
Carrot Cake was pounding his cock into her vagina, her fluids lubricating him and making it go in more smoothly.
"I think I've got things covered back here," Carrot Cake said, "but thanks for your help."
"Oh, but Mrs. Cake insisted that I help you. So, do you have anything for me to do?"
Pinkie Pie was tackling him onto the bed, kissing him furiously, her tongue probing into his mouth.
"Well…those muffins need to be put in the oven while I'm working on these scones. Can you do that?"
"Okie dokie lokie!" Pinkie Pie said before bounding over to the muffin mix. Carrot Cake tried to look anywhere but her rear as she poured the muffin batter into the trays.
He returned to his scones, doing his best to pretend that Pinkie Pie wasn't in the room. His mind wasn't helping him concentrate, and he knew it was going to be a long morning.
