Sugar Cube Corner was Ponyville’s place to be when it came to baked goods of all shapes and sizes. From brownies to biscuits, from pies to pudding, from custard to crackers, there was no treat which had not graced the shelves or countertops of the Cake’s home and business. With so many customers it was only a matter of time for the local not-so-evil enchantress to visit. Zecora having been welcomed into the town proper after a skittish and timid Ponyville population had things explain to them, with more than most feeling no little feeling of guilt at their past behavior. Thus it was easy enough to forgive when Zecora when she walked around town wearing little and less, bits of golden tribal bands and just enough cloth to keep her sexual bits out of sight while doing nothing to hide their prodigious size from view. One could hardly be angry when Zecora made remarks which spoke of a great desire for your spouse, sibling, or parent. It was quite unreasonable to raise the issue of the zebra wise mare spending the night over without warning, even if one was required to sleep on the couch to make room for her.
 
After a time Zecora dropped all pretense of subtle intent and outright declared to the good Mister Cake that his wife was off-limits to him. Perhaps it was the way she spoke of it, perhaps it was lingering guilt, or perhaps it’d been the way Mister Cake had been watching his wife’s trysts through the keyhole for weeks beforehand which allowed the situation to continue. Certainly Mrs Cake had no issues with the arrangement. She’d always been a very sexual individual from the first wild night she and Carrot had met. But as time had past it became clear that her husband was more focused on work than her, which she’d born with the determination and dignity she believed it required. Yet when Zecora had walked into Sugar Cube Corner sans her cloak and hood, she’d felt a wave of passion slam into her that reawakened all desires. Under pretense of visiting Zecora for natural medicine, a trip which several other mares made these days, she had given herself over to the zebra. The first time had been…enlightening.
 
Now, here she was, kneeling before her zebra lover and drinking down a load just as big as the one left in her married cheating cunt. “Swallow my seed you married slut, your husband knows you’re mine to rut!” Said the commanding mare with a hand full of her bitch’s mane. Zecora was never tired, never drained, and Mrs Cake found the feeling of being left stretched and sore and utterly spent to be addictive. Her poor little Carrot just didn’t have the stick, or the stamina, to do the same. There was still love between them and she wasn’t going to leave her husband, but she also wasn’t going to stop fucking Zecora. Carrot decided that he’d be part of this relationship and granted his blessing to the union. It was ultimately out of his hands but the approval had removed what little traces of guilt or shame Cup Cake felt, who slipped off the throbbing zebra cock and gulped down the last of the seed. She couldn’t wait for their next time together.
 
Zecora, on the other hand, was just waiting for the day when Cup Cake’s heat began.