Previously: after the grim revelation of the infamous Stud and her psychopathic gang of murderers and rapists, Winter Breeze nearly loses her life right before being saved by Twilight and her friends. The schooled unicorn reveals that she knew who Stud was all along, and had thus played the final move against her, leaving Stud incapable of doing anything else but leaving the town. However, as a parting gift she takes Soul Hook with her, right after making him tell Winter Breeze the secret of why he once smiled at her. He leaves her heart in pieces after saying it was because she reminded him of his long dead mother. Now, the town of Ponyville once again thrives in peace... or does it?
An aftermath to remember
From the branch of a tree, a little bird in the colors of cyan filled the air with a sweet tune of twitters. Directly beneath the glowing sun covered with a few white clouds decorating the skies, ponies left their homes so they could walk down the streets leading to the town hall square. However, very few of them were allowed passage into the crowded area, minding the guards standing in a line blocking all entrance except for the granted ones.
Several guards stood around the pale, cold corpses lying next to each other in a circle. The remains of the once vigilant and loyal guards from the royal army, nothing but the evidence even they could die without mercy. War was a stranger in Equestria, a taboo subject only interacted by the ancestors of each race. Seeing so many dead guards at the same time was a rare sight for the inhabitants of this peaceful town. Their mental pain was nothing in comparison to the nightmare the grieving widows lived through now. More than half of the dead guards had mares and foals sitting next to them, all crying while laying over their husband's and father's cold, unharmed body in an attempt to wake up from this far too real dream.
Meanwhile, from the upper level of a hollowed-out tree, a little pony in the color of cyan filled the air with her tortured shrieks of pain.
"Ouch! Ouch! OUCH!" Rainbow Dash complained from the bed, nearly forgetting the fact she had a lesser crowd next to her aside from Twilight. "Hey, squirt! You don't have to watch this, ya know?".
Scootaloo looked at Twilight who just shook her head lightly. "Dash, maybe you should show gratefulness to the ponies who care for you?" the well-taught unicorn said while focusing her magic to another spot on her marefriend's wounded back. Dash grunted and hid her muzzle beneath a pillow, tensing her muscles to prepare for the incoming pain instead of taking inside the message in Twilight's words.
"But why do-GYAAAAHHH!" she hollered at the top of her lungs at the same time the largest crack she ever heard echoed from her back. Twilight cringed at the sound and Scootaloo flinched. That reaction caused Dash to straighten her back so the pain could ease, sadly, it lingered as her spine cracked back into its correct position. And just like that, her wings unfolded in all their grace, standing so spread they shivered.
"Bwuuh..." she finished as her eyes rolled back and her legs fell limp to the bed. She breathed deeply, unable to speak for another moment since her relief just finally kicked in. Twilight sighed in relief too, knowing she could stop focusing her magic inside Dash's body. For the last five minutes, she had concentrated small amounts of vibration magic around the pegasus' muscles. Next to her she had a book containing all the vital information about the anatomy of a pegasus, including descriptive images over the muscles connected between the spine and the wings. Finally... finally she had hit the spot.
"She need some rest now" she said to the little pegasus foal as she closed the book and got off the bed. Her eyes were heavy with concern and her lips cursed with worry. "From everything...".
"What do you mean?" Scootaloo asked, sounding equally concerned as she started walking towards the door with Twilight right behind her. She wanted to know as much as any other pony who saw Rainbow Dash as his/her hero. Twilight, who actually saw Dash as something way more intimate, agreed about the concern. But having some more age on her side than Scootaloo, she knew there are times when thing should stay between the involved ones.
Like the fact you lover has an obsession for other ponies...
"Dash just needs to get away from all the awful things that happened yesterday. So many ponies died for no reason..." she said without any clue how to end that sentence. The little foal remained in her thoughts while she walked out the bedroom door. Twilight closed it gently, right after throwing one last glance at the sore body in her bed.
Scoot walked down the stairs and turned around, waiting for her friend to come down, which she didn't. The purple unicorn got stuck in her own thoughts, unable to budge another hoof in any direction. At that moment, the young pony saw her opportunity to ask a question that had been on her mind for a good while.
"Um... Twilight?".
"Yeah?" the mentioned pony responded, ripped away from her moment to herself. Scoot scratched a hoof on the wooden floor and glanced down at it, nearly hesitating once Twilight's eyes landed on her.
"I suppose it's kind of obvious, but... is Rainbow Dash your... very special somepony?" she asked liked it was the most important question of her life. Not too unlike when a stallion pops the question about marriage, or at least that was Scoot's image of serious this was.
Twilight inhaled through her teeth. That thought had struck her once or twice since she and Rainbow got together as a couple. Scootaloo was obviously the one who cared very much about everything that happens in her idol's presence. Even private things such as relationship is a need-to-know basis for extreme fans like this little pegasus.
What was the big deal, Twilight thought. Scootaloo has to understand that Rainbow Dash is a grown pony and has a right to be together with whoever she wants. It really couldn't be much easier than this now. However, her words couldn't be platonic now. Scoot probably wanted to hear high praises about the prestigious jackpot Twilight had won. Words can cause so much misinterpretations leading to everything between hatred and happiness, a fact Twilight had cursed every now and then.
"Well, Scootaloo..." she began shortly and inhaled deeply for another second of thinking. "... yes. And I'm very, very lucky to have such an... awesome marefriend! Really, sometimes I don't think I deserve such a cool pony. He he he..." she then chuckled awkwardly with a nervous glance at the small thing before her.
Scoot's eyes didn't change to anything good. Instead she looked even more confused and worried.
"Then why is Applejack also your very special somepony..?".
Twilight widened her eyes and bit her lower lip in horror. Suddenly she realized what a corner she had put herself in...
"Hold still, Big Mac" Rarity said as she focused the needle close to the red stallion's bruised muzzle. He didn't move a muscle as the pointy tip carefully pierced his skin and moved over the exposed flesh and dried blood. The needle went through the other side and moved back to the previous one, going through a new hole while the thread attached to it shut a short piece of the wound together. Big Mac nearly grimaced.
While the white unicorn focused with her tongue clenched between her lips, two earth ponies sitting in the far end of Big Mac's room watched silently. The orange one took off her stetson and covered her chest with it, doing her best to accept why she was here, watching her brother suffer the pain he had been caused because of her.
"If ah jus' hadn't gotten in tha way..." she said with her head hanging low. Cheerilee noticed the silent voice and turned her head to it. She rested a fore hoof on Applejack's shoulder, showing consolation through her warming smile. Cheerilee wasn't badly informed, she knew about her relationship with Twilight and Rainbow Dash. As much as it seemed odd to have two lovers at the same time, she nonetheless understood Applejack's reason for standing in the way of that violent unicorn stallion.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You just did what you heart told you, I'm sure of".
The young farmer wiped her eyes, accidentally shedding a tear on her hat. "Well, yeah, but...".
"You just wanted to protect your marefriend" Cheerilee cut off since she knew the orange filly wouldn't get anywhere with her words. Still, she tried again, eyes on the stetson in her hoof.
"But Big Mac..." was all she could say before the mature mare leaned closer to her. "Applejack, don't blame yourself for following your heart. I'm sure your brother..."
"Please, miss Cheerilee..." Applejack cut off back, slowly turning her head to the mare. "Ya'll don't understand".
Big Macintosh heard that. In an instant, he turned his eyes to his little sister. Rarity didn't mind at all as long as he was still. In fact, she was happy to report that the last piece of thread now could be cut off. "There you go, darling" she said and bit off the thread before putting back her tools in the little saddlebag with a picture of a diamond on it.
"Does it feel alright, Big Mac?" she asked, expecting nothing but the stallion's trademark answer. She was slightly surprised when he didn't answer at all. She followed his glued eyes to the two ponies in the corner of the room. As soon as Big Mac realized that, he quickly cleared his throat and looked back at the fashionista. "Eeyup!".
Rarity decided to let the subject go, thus turned on her satisfied smile again. She felt a little like a doctor at this point. Not that she ever would consider such a messy job around diseased ponies, surgeries and paperwork for each patient. Oh no, that stress would completely ruin her pedicure and mane style before she could breathe the word. No, helping her friends with a small flesh wound was her limit. As long as it just required needle and thread, of course.
"Very well, then. Just let that be for a little while and let a doctor take a look at it. Of course, you could also take the opportunity and tell him who made those brilliant stitch-".
"Alright, Rarity, tha's enough" Applejack stated and pushed off Cheerilee's hoof from her shoulder. "Thanks for ya help, but ah recon Big Mac's gon' need some rest now. Could ya... jus' lemme talk ta him... in private?".
The two other females looked at each other, then glanced at Big Mac who remained silent with his eyes somewhere else. Rarity felt a little awkwardness coming her way when just standing there waiting for a further explanation that never would come. Thus, she didn't develop the subject any further and did as her friend asked of her.
"Alright, darling" she said and levitated her saddlebag to her waist. She walked to the door and asked her lover if she was coming. With just a slight source of hesitation, Cheerilee gave Applejack a last glance before getting up on all four. As soon as they had walked out the door, they heard a click from the lock. The quiet ambiance followed them both while they walked down the stairs and finally exited through the main door. The nice sun radiated over their warm coats, bringing at least some physical comfort since the mental one was absent. Cheerilee trotted up next to Rarity and opened her mouth, only to get her words stolen from the white beauty.
"Please don't tell me I was the only one who felt the tense between Applejack and Big Macintosh" she said bluntly, keeping her snout straight forward. She actually wanted to complain about the lack of hospitality from her friend, but she could practically have smelled the ambiance in the room the same moment Big Mac turned his eyes to his sister. The earth pony mare rolled her eyes in agreement.
"Yes... it sure was a little awkward. But don't you think it's just because of what happened yesterday? Big Mac was lucky he wasn't blinded" she said with a touch of concern in her voice, actually scared about the possible fact back then. Rarity wanted to brush off the words so she could continue with her displeased expression. But she supposed it was true, things could have ended so much worse than what it did. She had never seen any other close relative aside from Granny Smith, Apple Bloom and the distant Apple family which she only had heard of. Aside from that... Big Mac was one of Applejack's closest family members. Rarity herself knew the pain of fearing for your family. As much as Sweetie Belle managed to drive her crazy every now and then, she wouldn't have her sisterhood any other way. She loved her sister, and Applejack sure loved her brother, minding all the emotions emerging from her honest heart...
Meanwhile back in Big Mac's room, the orange filly got up next to her brother sitting in the bed, sighing for reasons she hoped nopony ever would know off. Her beautifully green eyes landed on the large stallion, expanding the moment into a new stage of worry. Big Mac returned the look, knowing exactly where this was going. That depressed look in his sister's eyes spoke of the truth she never could hide.
"Why... why did ya have ta..." she managed to utter before her emotions got the better of her. In the next second, Applejack squeezed her eyes shut and felt the first tear coming from her eyes. She sunk her head to her fore hooves, hiding her eyes when her thoughts had consumed too much space of her mind. The silent male simply looked at his sister like a severe case of stupidity had struck him. Applejack obviously didn't mid, not even when she uncovered her wet eyes and looked straight into her brother's gentle gaze.
"Wha d-did ya have ta save me... again?! It's the secon' time ya save me from...".
Big Mac widened his eyes with arched eyebrows, sending a chill down Applejack's spine. She knew what that look meant, thus took the moment to breathe through her shivering lips instead of talking.
"Ah jus'... ah was jus' so scared of... l-losing ya, tha's all" she said, searching for a trace of her big brother's warm smile and consolation. Finally, he exhaled deeply through his snout, his forelegs opening up to embrace the smaller pony within his reach, and soon they sat together in each others warm forelegs, clinging onto the security they felt during moments like this one.
In that fateful moment, while stroking her brother's short mane, Applejack moved her lips closer to his ear. A slight fragrance of male scent moved through her senses.
"Ah suddenly understand what Soul Hook meant" she whispered, causing the red ears to slowly flap up. "Tha' Stud was nothin' short than a livin' nightmare. Ah... actually think ah trust him, big brother. Ah trust he won't tell anypony, an' he'll keep our... secret".
She leaned away from her brother and connected their eyes again. She waited for any possible objection, perhaps the awkward silence he offered every now and then due to his economic use of words. He stared at her for a good long while, like he was waiting for something more, something that could encourage him to answer at all. He had used too many words before, so now was not the time to go into an overuse of it.
"Don't ya'll trust him... Big Mac?".
Her innermost source of honesty merged into the clear, green colors in her eyes. The large stallion nearly flinched, momentarily frightened once the innocent sparkle in his sister's eyes illuminated the darkness in her pitches of black. He looked away, unsure of what to say unless he stayed away from those irresistible eyes. He soon found an answer. It was deep inside him, so deep he doubted it was going to work bringing it up. In the end, he fought his way through the numbing silence and reconnected his eyes to the filly's.
The darkness surrounding his senses had lingered for a while. It had been a long time since somepony scared him that much, bringing out the innermost nightmare everypony carried within them. It was like he knew from the beginning, like he was aware that exact moment they saw each other from a distance. He knew everything, and he had his reasons for knowing without asking. Still, even though he was just an inch from revealing the truth to another pony...
"Say whatever you want, Big Macintosh. You can say whatever you want, but I know what image you see of yourself in the mirror".
The hunk of a stallion shut his eyes, doing his best to suppress the images of that annoying, dark purple colt and his dark voice speaking like a demon. He soon opened them again and dared grasp onto his sister's look.
"Eeyup..." he answered reluctantly.
In the nearly empty building known as the confectionery of all confectioneries in Ponyville, beneath the decorated roof, on the first floor, not behind the register but inside the kitchen where the magic was made, a lone mare in a light shade of blue worked her way through the floor with a plate in her mouth. She had a dozen of muffins directly received from the stove, now in need of transportation to the bench so she could put them in three different bags, just like the customer had ordered. She would have burned her mouth if not for the protective blanket clenched between her teeth and the plate.
Skilled, experienced and passionate about her work, the mature Mrs. Cake knew just how to pull of the trick with getting all the warm muffins from their forms into the paper bags in a flash. This was not the kind of trick her husband appreciated... but he was not around, was he...?
She narrowed her eyes and suddenly flung the plate full of muffins up in the air and watched them get caught by the chains of gravity. In a graceful pirouette she turned around and tensed her hindlegs to a perfect match and bucked them straight up into the falling plate's bottom. The muffins popped out like launched from a slingshot and fell into each respective bag with exact precision, only challenged by the reflexive reaction Mrs. Cake had in catching the plate with her mouth again, perfectly clenching the blanket between her and it.
A stain of self-satisfaction lightened the mare's hooves as she walked over to the bags after putting aside the empty plate. Sadly, as she looked down and counted the first one, she instantly felt the rain of disappointment wash her red mane and tail. There was supposed to be four muffins in each bag.
This one had five.
"Ooh... you don't want to get old" she sighed and picked up a muffin so she could put it in the next bag that only had three in it.
That technique was something she had honed during her practicing as a baker, and also the main reason for why she got kicked out from three schools before she was taught by an ex-martial artist how to bend her hindlegs correctly and use a precise amount of power. But the years had caught up with her in the end. Nothing she would love to talk about, she knew how important it was to stay fit for as long as possible.
She wished her... scale also could bring some good news every now and then. Nothing much she asked for, just half a pound or so working her way. She looked at her waist, beholding the result of several years in the baker business, marriage, and two foals at the same time. Yes, not only time but life itself had taken its toll on her body.
Now she didn't have much left to brag about than... well, how 'much there was of her to love', as her husband said. She loved him for never saying anything negative about it, actually adoring her extra pounds of meat.
Why, a stallion who enjoys a chubby wife, who would have thought of that? Well, not a big question mark for Mrs. Cake herself. In fact, she did her best to stay in shape. A good long trotting through the Whitetail woods three times a week, a healthy diet of hay, personal home deliveries whenever she could so her legs got some moving and as little tasting as possible of the baked goods. She also managed to train away the loose baby fat after her pregnancy in just a few weeks, something her friends cherished her for.
Then how in the holy name of Celestia does a mare with such an ability for training and condition gain this much weight? As mentioned, it was of no big wonder for this female baker. Sure, she exercised enough to have the same slim waist like any regular mare. But that waist was a distant dream for her, even as the doorbell jingled from the shop's entrance.
"Honey, I'm home!".
And there we have the reason, she thought...
Since it was his home, the yellow earth pony stallion walked into the kitchen like nothing, carrying two saddlebags that used to have goods in them. He had been out on a home delivery not only for the first time of the day. As much as some ponies ventured to find out what had happened yesterday, even more refused to leave their homes. The treats being sold were mostly to calm the foals who nearly fell into shock due to unexplained attacks of panic and hallucinations.
Mr. Cake saw it from the bright side; they were selling.
"You still baking?" he asked as he took off his bags and put them aside. His wife rolled her eyes in secret when that question poisoned her ears. Who the hay did he think had to stay up until late at night to calm their foals? Pumpkin and Pound Cake had been crying nonstop the entire afternoon and refused to fall asleep when it was bed time. Since the faithful husband of hers was out of town for the day and didn't come home until later the same night, she was left alone with the nursing, the changing, the bed tucking, the store, the baking...
"I just wanted to take care of this last one" she insisted with her casual smile of satisfaction, hiding a few claws of frustration behind that expression. The stallion smiled back at his wife. He had been married for too long to miss the trouble his loved one went through to say that line with a straight face. He lightly shook his head and sneaked up next to her, letting the last inch of distance between his mouth and her ear stay alive.
"I'm sorry" he whispered heartily and laid a foreleg over the mare's shoulders. She slowly turned her eyes to him without moving her muzzle, hardly impressed but still curious to know what he had cooked up for consolation this time.
"I knew you were going to have a tough time taking care of everything yourself, but I must say I was frankly... shocked to see how ruined you was when I saw you sleeping. I heard about the rumors from some customers about what happened yesterday, and I can imagine the nightmare you must have gone through...".
You don't know half of it, she thought with another roll in her eyes.
"So I suppose..." he paused and walked back to get one of the bags he carried earlier and came back with it. He gently laid it in front of the smaller paper bags and turned to his wife. "... you want an apology more suitable than just words".
She kept her indifferent look at him, not expecting to find anything that could ease the pain of being abandoned during such a crisis with the foals. However, she still felt compelled to at least check what puny gift he had thought would bring some sunlight to her withered happiness. She looked at the lime green bag and sat down on her haunches, fiddling only for a second with the strap before finding out what she had been brought.
Her eyes widened.
"Took me some time finding the right ingredients to make it, but it was the least I could do for leaving you like that" Mr. Cake said with his inner gentlecolt while his wife stared at the exotic treat in the bag.
Her hooves were shaking, but she managed to raise one and point at the thing she didn't dare dream of seeing again. "Is that...?" she tried to ask until her husband leaned into her ear again.
"A pie made out of..." he whispered sensually and leaned so close his lips touched her nibble. "... pear".
"N-not apples?" she asked nervously, nearly breaking a sweat over her heating cheeks. The loving stallion caressed the blue foreleg and licked his lips, so called 'accidentally' soaking his wife's ear. "No apples... only pear" he answered seductively.
Mrs. Cake jerked her head as the forbidden words struck her without mercy. She cursed him for doing this. He knew exactly why she had a strong craving for pears, he knew the secret behind her need for it, and he knew darned well that this pie wasn't for barely eating...
"You... we can't..." she protested weakly, only lying to herself while the naughty hoof moved from her foreleg to the midriff. Her concentration melted, forming an image in her mind so dirty she couldn't think about anything else. Her body was on fire, melting and reeking of need and lusts. And the forward male could practically feel the scent of it.
"Aren't you glad to finally get a taste of the forbidden fru-" he had time to say until his wife broke loose from her feeble resistance. She snatched his muzzle like a cobra and pulled him into her mouth. Only delayed by a second due to the slight surprise, the stallion quickly wrapped his forelegs around his wife and kissed back. The battle of tongues started out quite soon and developed into a full-fledged war between the wet organs. She embraced him as hard as she could, knowing she didn't hurt him, and allowed herself to fall with her husband in her grip. She laid down on her back and let her mouth get invaded by the passionate stallion.
He moved his tongue in circles around hers, working feverishly in an intense attempt to suck her dry from oral fluid. She mumbled her muffled moans and kept her tongue alive for the ordeal just so she could get out the thickest amounts of steam from her excitement. She wanted that pie now. She wanted to taste it and feel it...
She disconnected the kiss and nodded her head towards the bag, grunting something incoherently. Mr. Cake caught the hint in an instant. He was also eager to get starting on that delicious thing just begging to get devoured in all the wrongs ways. Thus, he sat up for a moment and brought out the pie to his wife. He looked at it and unwrapped the plastic. He wasn't surprised by the fact it was still warm. The very reason for why he brought it with him today was so he could borrow one of his customer's oven to reheat it while taking care of some other customers.
Now he had a warm pear pie, and he knew where it was going.
While the stallion had taken his time to get rid of the cover, the mare had without hesitation ripped off her apron and tossed it aside. She wanted to get dirty now, dirty and filthy.
"You want some, sweetie pie?" he asked and spread his wife's blue hindlegs in front of him. She panted desperately, nodding her head rapidly. She didn't hesitate to help spread her legs, keeping them apart with a fore hoof grabbing each thigh. Once the sacred gates were open, both of the participating ponies could relish in this moment of forbidden lusts in such a sanitary location like the kitchen.
Mr. Cake dived his hoof into the warm treat, collecting a healthy amount for his wife. He then proceeded to smear the soaking wet labia with a thick layer of pie, carefully massaging the little pearl hidden between the warm folds. The mare leaned her head back on the floor with a lengthy moan. She had longed for the sweet liberty of having food in her sexual orifice again, a source of pleasure she had kept in all secrecy until the fateful day she revealed it to her husband. The fact he shared her odd fetish was like a blessing from Celestia herself, one of the many reasons she didn't regret accepting his proposal.
"Mm... yeah, been far too long since you could enjoy this, honey?" the stallion asked as he gathered more from the pie into his hoof. He added a stain of roughness and thus managed to stuff some of the creamy food inside the tight marehood. Mrs. Cake shivered in excitement, agreeing by simply moaning louder from the hard kitchen floor. The next stage would begin soon, once her messy hole was completely covered in pear pie.
The male felt the surge of lust pumping him to the edge of losing control. Seeing his wife's musky hole littered with pie created a strong attraction in his pride. The length gained its size and grew into what soon would pound the dirty mare full of her favorite treat. It was no longer possible for him to hold back, he just had to defile his fine wife right here and now.
He suddenly took the pie in both fore hooves and shoved it in his wife's face, smearing the whole thing over her muzzle without regrets. Mrs. Cake tried to open her mouth and fill it, but the brutality in her husband's forelegs made it difficult for her to even separate her lips. She didn't have time to respond once he dropped the form and grabbed her thighs, but she caught the hint and let go of her legs so she could hold the form covering her drenched face and devour the remaining filling in a sloppy feast.
The stallion guided his hard erection into the mess of a marehood and plunged inside the tip. The mare flinched and nearly dropped the pie, fortunate enough to only gather more in her greedy mouth. She nearly choked between groaning and swallowing.
"Just eat up... h-honey cake!" he exclaimed as his cock burrowed deeper inside her filthy love hole. The warm mess of pie acted as a form of lubricant, making it much easier for the eager male to go balls deep. In the end he had reached her limit and thus started thrusting. He laid himself over her stomach and shoved himself inside her a little harder than before, causing his wife to shriek in pleasure. He pushed aside the nearly empty form and grabbed the pie-covered muzzle before him. They united in a sticky tongue kiss during the lustful rocking from the male's side. He didn't stop stuffing her hole full of pie and cock thanks to the delightful satisfaction it gave. He wanted to work on her for many more hours, please her and fill her with more food while mating with her.
Why not, Mr. Cake then realized.
He looked up at the counter and reached for the bag closest to him. He then clumsily poured out all the muffins in it over his wife, grabbing one of them before shoving it in her wide-open mouth. She wanted to complain at first; those were for customers and not their selfish needs...
"Oh, yes, sweetie. Eat up and enjoy it. Eat and enjoy!" he insisted and shoved another in her overflowing mouth. A tear squeezed out from Mrs. Cake's eyes. She could hardly breathe now, not only because of her stuffed jaw but also majorly because of the sheer excitement raging in her stimulation.
She chewed faster than normally, preparing for the next muffin and forcing herself to swallow even though it hurt her throat. The husband did as he promised and stuffed another one in her, only this time leaving a little of it outside so he could take a bite too. He wanted to surprise her with an extra rough thrust in that moment, clearly succeeding to do so judging by the chubby mare's twitching eye.
The feast continued, rampaging over the next bag and the third once the previous one was emptied. Mr. Cake began to focus all of his strength in the humping, forcing himself to miss the erotic view of his messy wife and lean over her shoulder. He wrapped her around the waist and snorted in the next thrust, working his way through the exhaustion with a large amount of help from his unstoppable excitement. He heard her chews and gulps, he could hear her greedy hunt for gluttony as he rammed her inner thighs with his own. The tight walls smeared with pie squeezed his hard length, truly inviting him to go all in and enter climax. Of course, he had already felt the warm squirts of female cum drenching his cock. The thought of penetrating a wet hole full of pie, cum and sweat didn't disgust him the slightest, it was all on the contrary. He didn't know anything that could please him more than feeding his wife while ruthlessly mating with her like it was his last day alive.
He clenched his forelegs and moved ferociously in each hump. She let out a muffled moan for each one, suffering the undying ecstasy charging up in her mentality. Finally, she could only lay limp like a dead body, mouth stuffed with cake and her marehood filled with the same thing but also a furious dick violating her inner walls.
Mr. Cake felt the end of the road approaching, thus letting out his loudest moans, repeating his wife's name over and over until he plunged one last time inside her convulsing flesh and then ripped himself out of her. The tight grip loosened in a flash as the yellow stallion grabbed his cock with a hoof and let loose the warm seed. In a splatter of white filth, the blue mare felt her soul going to heaven when the rain of sticky cum showered over her healthy belly and poured down over her sides. Just like the warm filling in the pie, Mrs. Cake was now covered in even more warm filling, giggling over her own silliness of getting so dirty in the kitchen. Mr. Cake chuckled in his panting and moved up to present his still throbbing cock to her, giving her the opportunity to lick off the remaining musk covering his pie-smelling dick. She happily took it in her mouth and started cleaning him...
Meanwhile, through a hole in the roof fit enough for an eye to see through it, the pony known as the source of all laughter in Ponyville spied at the scene with a satisfied smirk on her lips. She lifted her head and let out a coo of delight.
"Mmm... food sex..." she whispered to herself.
"Mpfh... wha-what was that, Pinkie?" the gray pegasus filly known as Ditzy Doo said as she appeared with a sticky snout from Pinkie's behind. Pinkie didn't turn her head, she just remained with a slight glance to the left, wondering where her good little tongue was if not buried deep in her marehood.
"Don't you worry your little head about that, Ditzy. Just keep giving your mommy some of that sweet, sugary love" she said and shook her flank right before diving her head back to the floor...
In a room located inside a building close to the borders of Ponyville, a pencil tapped curiously on an empty page in the psychologist's personal notes and journals. The room had its own window letting in some light over the boring desk and bookshelves, accompanied by the couch and chair intended for two ponies. The teal doctor in psychology had been listening on the plum mare for a good one and a half hour, constantly taking notes on everything she said to him. He had however already spent two hours if you include the one where he had to introduce himself and ensure her about his professionalism and the discretion following his location.
It had been an easy opening and a surprisingly forward introduction from the mare too. It took very short time to learn the mare's name, age, job, family and why she was here. He switched back to a page on his notes, reading them again for his own sake.
Name: Berry Punch
Location: brewer
Family: one sister, one daughter, ex-husband and currently dating another mare
Clear symptoms: depression, indifference and denial caused by trauma
He had drawn several lines beneath 'trauma', a decision he leaned towards the some moment he sat down next to Berry and opened his notebook. The other ones were added a short while after.
Recognizing mental conditions in facial and voice patterns was his special talent, all according to his cutie mark of ink spots forming whatever image you want to see. He scratched his clean chin and looked through another page filled with notes, taking only a second of his time to adjust the thin coat dressing him. He looked at the mature mare lying on his coach, judging by the look he received if it was too soon to state his theory.
"So, miss Be-".
"Can I go now?" she cut off, giving the shrink a look of absolute indifference and boredom like many other patients before her had done to him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, leaning back a little more in his rather comfortable chair.
"If you give me another minute to finish, you can do that, yes" he explained and closed his notebook, experiencing a flash of interest from his patient. He wasn't surprised nor annoyed by Berry's behavior. He was used to it, way too used for such an old tactic to work. He had never asked himself why ponies had the same kind of face the first times they met their psychologist, it was obvious why they did so. But now was the end of that for this time. Now he could put his pencil back in the chest pocket and put his hooves together, eyes locked on the mare in a hurry to get out of here.
"Well, miss Berry punch. After everything you've told me today, which was a lot, I can clearly see you have a trauma from your past connected to not only your ex-husband but also your daughter... especially your daughter...".
Berry Punch rolled her eyes. These facts were obvious to her already from the beginning.
"And I'm afraid your trauma is too severe and complex for a psychologist within my profession to deal with" he then stated bluntly with his snout halfway up in the air.
"So you mean I came here for nothing? Telling you my life story and sharing my past like it was nothing was really for... well, nothing?" Berry asked with a strong tone of annoyance. The shrink merely stared at her for another second before answering, giving her a cold look of his professional intentions.
"No. I have written down a number of pages about what you've told me, everything from your name to your description of your first encounter with th-".
"Skip to the point, doctor!" Berry snorted with a frown.
The male shrink kept his own version of an indifferent expression and decided to open his book again. He tore out an empty page and flipped out his pencil again, writing down a name he had known for a long time. Once he was done scribbling, he extended the piece of paper to Berry who snatched it from his hoof like an angry foal.
"This shrink has much more experience than I within your area. She is not in today, but I suggest you schedule an appointment as soon as possible with her. You can do that in the reception. As soon as I get word from it, I will hand over all my notes to her so she can get a head start in helping you, seeing time is a valuable asset to you" he said and got up from his chair. Those words were the last remains of his discipline
Berry Punch sat in the couch, suddenly stuck in the words written on the paper. "You may leave now as you wanted to" the shrink said from the door, keeping the door open for the mare as a formality of friendliness. Of course, in this case his mask was about to crack any second.
As she slowly walked out with the piece of paper in her mouth, she kept a thoughtful stare and maintained it until she had reached the hallway. Out there she was met by absolutely nopony aside from the bypassing doctors and nurses. Fluttershy had offered herself to stay home and watch Ruby Pinch, kind as she was. Berry felt an empty vibration move through her thoughts, a piercing colder than ice once she remembered where she had heard that name before.
It was the same name written on the paper. But why, oh why was she forced to go back there... after what she already had seen? Wasn't that knowing too much of the one supposed to help you? Wasn't it wrong to have seen the weak sides of a pony with such talents? Was she really supposed to help her?
Why did it have to say 'Winter Breeze' on the note...?
There were many mixed emotions living in Ponyville. As the trailing thoughts went ablaze from angered questioning about what happened yesterday, they all quickly froze into submission when the royal guards insisted that it was all just a magician whose spell had been miscast who triggered the horrid hallucinations. The emotions were nothing but unnecessary outrages, completely understandable and perfectly normal, no arguments about that. The only thing to do was to remain calm and take a day off from work if you had to.
Those were lies. All lies even more horrid than the wave of illusions that terrorized Ponyville yesterday. The guards knew it, Twilight and her friends knew it... but nopony knew it better than the lonely mare sitting outside a cafe, leaning her tired head over a foreleg so she didn't have to lay on the tree stump she saw in front of. The owner of the cafe came out personally to serve her the coffee she had ordered, two spoon of sugar and a tip of whip cream on the surface. A futile attempt to bring some silver linings to her thick clouds of immeasurable darkness.
She had been through much that would cause many ponies to drown themselves in self-pity. But she was not that kind of pony, life had taken much more on her than she had deserved, yet she always found the strength to endure and revive her hopes in an endless circle of stability.
But this time life had given the mare Winter Breeze a sucker punch straight into the jaw.
Disoriented was her middle name now. She had seen reality in its most gruesome appearance, witnessed the disgusting gaze hiding behind all the pretty lies. Everything had been a lie. Her work, her tries to fight against the past, all of her dedication and passion for her work had crumbled to dust.
She never tried fighting her past, she just tried to run away from it, hide behind a wall of flesh that was somepony else. Much had been sacrificed just for her needs, but even more had gone to waste in the aftermath. Only when she had lost it, she realized what once was hers. She had the colt of her dreams in her grasp, slowly climbing the mountain of hesitation so she could penetrate the anxious ground with a flag of courage and radiate her pride in telling her true feelings to the world.
It would have been one thing if she was too late. It would have been one thing to sit here all alone just because she didn't act soon enough. But fate had truly outdone itself in cruelty this time.
Not only was he gone... he had also finally revealed the truth behind his smile. That single reason that bred so much hope in the pegasus mare's spirit. The hope of finally catching a male's heart who she trusted. She couldn't trust anypony else that much. Beneath that hard surface, that craggy and cold frown of indifference, hid a laughing foal who clopped his hooves from his mother's lap. There was a sleeping face when he was curled together in his mother's safe embrace. A spoon in his mouth from his mother's nurturing hooves. A world where he could see happiness and smile from the depths of his heart...
Now... there was only a crying foal who wanted his mother back, waiting with both forelegs in the air for the upsie that never would come.
The depressing images stabbed another knife in Breeze's spine, prolonging the pain by twisting the blade so she never could forget the pain. She was just a resembling image of his mom. She was only being used without her knowledge. All that time, the two years, she had been nothing but a faked image of a dead mother. And what did she feel about that, knowing she only had been a replacement for somepony she never could be, neglected and denied all mutual feelings of intimate love?
She opened her eyes in the darkness of her foreleg, then shut them again. A tear ran down her beige cheek.
"I would have loved... to be his mother".
It still would have meant that she could spend every day by his side, take care of him and raise him like he was her own nearly adult child. But once again she lied to herself... at least a little. The intimate feelings in her body spoke of a much more lustful passion burning inside her mature body. She didn't want him as her foal, she wanted him to be the father of her foal. She wanted him to be there when she gives birth to it, share the moments of life forever in his grasp, never to let go of him again.
That thought brought rage to her mind. A rage that spoke of her hatred to Stud, that foal of terror. She was the source of everything, all the hate, the pain, suffering, agony and what-not. She was the undisputed master of everything all living things feared, an abomination to ponykind and the only one who actually deserved to die for everything she had...
In that moment, Winter Breeze calmed herself down. Stud's words echoed worse for each second she thought about her. It was a lost cause. She had won the game and claimed her prize, then left and now lived on the safety that nopony would ever speak of her presence. Just for the safety of the villagers. All for them... but nothing for Winter Breeze.
Suddenly she heard the approach of two ponies. They stood next to her table, all silent like they waited for her blessing to sit down. She didn't bother to look at them, they were probably just a happy couple celebrating that their peace wasn't budged.
"Go ahead... don't mind me" she said with a lazy gesture. The ponies didn't hesitate to sit down, thus took a seat among the smaller tree stumps and remained silent.
A moment of opportunity shot a weak ray of light at Breeze, giving her the idea of sharing her thoughts. If perhaps the couple didn't mind, which they probably didn't minding their contempt silence, she wanted to ask the strangers a question involving philosophy. She still didn't bother to raise her head, instead just moved her lips a little from the foreleg to speak clearly.
"Mind if I ask you something? If I'm not troubling, that is" she asked, hardly finding the strength to not sound ironic or too depressing. None of the ponies answered, nor spoke at all. Breeze took that as a response that they didn't care any of the choices given. For that, she ignored her professionalism and went on.
"If a good and an evil pony fight each other for a prize... what can possibly say that the evil one has a right to claim it?".
An odd question, she was aware of that, but she had to find some sort of consolation right now. Last night she had fought a terrible war against the bottle. Fortunately, she was strong enough to divide and conquer, using what little trust she still had from Rainbow Dash as motivation...
"If the evil one fought harder for it... which Stud had done".
The world froze for the time of an inhale deep down Winter Breeze's lungs. Her eyes flashed open as the male voice rang through her ears. She raised her head slowly, feeling the killer aura wash over her and snatch her soul in a gust of hatred. Right across the table, a dark golden pegasus mare sat with a huge grin on her lips, waving a hoof feverishly while the dark turquoise unicorn male with the pitch-black eyes next to her simply stared.
Moist and Black-Eye, the lieutenants of Stud, sat in front of her...
To be continued...
Author's note:
There is always an aftermath to all epic adventures, never forget that. It's not over yet, and yes... I love writing cliffhangers (as long as they make sense, that is).
Long story short, guys? Right after things started to settle down in my private life, my physical health just flipped me off and jammed my neck and shoulders. I have been going through agonizing pain for the last two weeks and finally got time to sit down and write what I wanted to write. You guys have given me good support and I will never forget that. Remember: you're the reason for why I keep writing this stuff at all.
Well, my health is back and things are (kinda) calm with my girlfriend for now, so let's hope I will get back to writing the next chapter to "Whorse!" soon. However, I'm on an Easter break now and I have to catch up time with the remains of my family and friends, so I'll see what I can do. In the meantime...
Brohoof on ya all!