We Need The Money Dear!
Ms. Cakes sighed as the last customer for the day left with their order, she sighed as she fished the key from her apron and made sure to lock the door as she flipped the sign on the glass door front to closed. It wasn't because she was tired, far from it. The store that day had been too quiet, it had been too quiet for too long. Mrs. Cakes dusted some flour from her light blue yoga pants and reached behind her to pull the underwear that had been riding up her backside. She briefly felt like she had lost that edge she had as a young mare that trotted around the shop in her tube top and short skirt that used to drive Carrot Cake crazy when he just a baker's apprentice in this place.
Now she stood out in her yellow and pink frilled apron over a white blouse and blue yoga pants, she wore them mostly due to the weight she had put on after the twins. Granted she watched her figure as best as an older mare could and ate right, but she felt so insecure these days. What with Pinkie always bouncing around in hot pink short shorts, and that tee that was so tiny and showed of WAY too much fur for her to have ever been comfortable showing, even when she was that age. She sat at a booth that Carrot had pilled the latest stacks of papers onto, a lot of them mostly bills and tax forms. She wasn't too concerned with them at the moment.
"Carrot darling?...Do you still find me...sexy?' She asked as she did her best to make untying and removing her apron look sexy. She took it off slowly like she did her negligee lingerie top that night they had a honeymoon in Manehatthan. She lowered her eyes at him a bit and blew him a little kiss softly. Mr. Cake felt himself blush and chuckle nervously before answering.
"Why Cupcake I'm surprised! Of course you're still that wild and sexy filly I fell in love with those years ago; You're plot's rounder and juicier than ever, those hips of yours go on for miles, and all that milk you still got stored up for the twins, and occasionally me." He said with a click of his tongue. "Your breasts have held up nicely to, I could still lay my head on them and sleep while dreaming of soft marshmallows....hmmmm" He said closing his eyes and cuddling her shoulder over the table. Cupcake giggled and rubbed his head softly as he did so.
"Thank you baby, I love you so much." She said kissing his muzzle while holding him behind his head, the sweetness of the situation was broken when he raised the slip of paper to them both.
"I cancelled all the credit cards the second I paid them off, and deductibles should grant us a nice tax return."
"I remember when the biggest concern on our minds was getting A's on test." Cupcake lamented sighing sadly.
"Now now sweet treats, it's all a part of being adults...and it bucking sucks." He said agreeing. "What are we gonna do? We have a business to run, twins to raise, and debts piling up because the business is slow. When was the last time our friends got together and just went crazy?" He asked half tempted to just shuffle them all away.
"The girls and I played trivial pursuit last week." She said and then realized just how pathetic her words sounded. She wished she could take it all back in and never say it.
"I mean when was the last time we just got wild and really crazy...did we ever?" Carrot asked and held his wife close.
"There wasn't any twerking or phones that instantly snapped pictures of plots shaking on the dance floor when we young carrot stick." She said as he rubbed her back with a flat hand.
"Don't try to sound hip dear; it's not who your are, but you do have a point." Carrot said as he and cupcake sat back in their chairs.
"We're in the red and need fast cash, I'd say bake sale...but we ARE a bakery. We just got our credit out the outhouse, and can't sell the shop because we'll lose our livelihoods if we do, what can we do dearie?" Cupcake said walking over to the counter, she picked up the pot of coffee and poured some for the both of them. Carrot sighed and shook his head softly.
"Well...I did have this one idea that we could raise the...but I don't...no its stupid forget I said it." He added quickly shaking his head of the notion and taking a sip of the coffee his wife poured him.
"What is it snookums? Whatever it is, I'm sure its better than a bakery throwing a bake sale." She said as she sat back down.
"No I shouldn't even have mentioned it, I mean...you wouldn't even do it." He said giggling softly, "though I would find it amusing if you did."
"Just say it you overgrown colt, we're not little foals anymore." She said with a chuckle. Carrot cake coughed into his hand and softly spoke up.
"You know all those mares you know? Cherry Jubilee; Twilight Velvet, Ms. Cheerilee, Milano Joy,* and that mare in charge of the Equestria games Ms. Harshwhinny? he said, it was then that Cupcake noticed her husband started to sweat and tug at his shirt collar.
"And? What do the girls have to do with raising money for the store darling?" She asked sipping coffee.
"We...I was thinking we could have the girls over and...pose for some pictures....for a calendar we could sell for money." He said looking up as Cupcake with a grin and soft chuckle. She looked at him with an equally confused expression on her face.
"Oh you mean like have them dressed as bakers or secretaries?" She asked.
"Well...I was thinking more...in skimpy underwear and swimsuits." He said almost too fast for anyone to catch it. When she caught up with what he had to say, Cupcake gasped and threw her hands to her muzzle. "Now look see? That's why I wanted to drop it dear, I knew it would make you think...Oh Celestia I'm so sorry!" He said trying to look away from her in shame but he couldn't. Mrs. Cakes didn't look angry or moved very much by his words.
"Let me be in it." She said softly placing a blue hand on her husband's muzzle.
"What?" Mr. Cakes said looking taken back with his muzzle agape, he could hardly believe the words his wife had told him. She softly leaned in and kissed him cheek lovingly.
"Let me be on the cover, and let me pose from some pics, and I'll let you take sexy pictures of my mare friends all you want darling." She said wrapping a hand around her waist lovingly.
"You mean...You'll let me do this?" He asked as the thought of all those mares..all five of them, in skimpy swimwear and their underwear, laying on the bed, playing with the cans of cool whip, and Cherry's cherries. He grew flushed and hot at the thought.
"It's all only photos, and it's my friends dear. Not Pinkie and her younger friends...though I must ask, why my older mare friends? Why NOT Pinkie and her friends? Twilight is a princess after all, can you imagine the sales an allicorn spread would fetch us?"
"Because I knew you'd think I was no longer attracted to you if I suggested the girls, I think your friends are pretty attractive, but NOPONY will ever replace the mare I married dear, no one." He hugged her close, the Cakes felt unsure how to feel about the situation. On the one hand; it was only photos, and as she said, it was her friends, not Pinkie and her younger ones. Not mention, they were drowning in debt, and damn it all if they needed some cash fast.
The Next Day...
Cherry Jubilee left the hair salon with her perm done up nice and neat and a fresh light coat of blush, eye liner and shadow and cherry red lipstick applied. She wore a dark black tank top; a short black skirt, and mesh black stockings. She wore black pumps on her feet and a tight black pair of frilly lack panties under her skirt. Every time she walked with those flanks of hers swaying and gyrating so expertly, it made stallions turn their heads and jaws hit the ground. Ever since Cherry was but a filly blossoming into a mare, her conservative Dodge City mother complained. She said she had skimpy clothes and porn star hair with it all permed up in a loose bun and ponytail on the back. Cherry's only response was to chuckle softly and ask her mother how she knew what porn star mane's looked like.
"Afternoon Cherry!" A cheery cream colored mare with her brown mane in a pomp said walking out of carousel boutique with a few bags under her arms. "on your way to...Sugar Cube Corner for Cupcake's little...photo shoot?" Milano Joy and Cherry were well aware of the nature of the the cakes little session. Mrs. Cakes and Carrot were very blunt when they made the calls; they explained that it was an underwear and swim wear shoot, and Milano was excited like a filly to be a part of it, ever since the divorce and with Button off to boarding school until summer, she had felt so...lonely, like no male found her attracted anymore. When the Cakes mentioned a sexy calendar shoot, she was elated. Milano made sure to stock up on sexy underwear and some tight thong bikinis in a rainbow of colors for her to model in.
Like Cherry despite having two sons; Milano's shape had held up nicely. Unlike Cherry, who could easily pull off the ruse of being at least a mid twenties college senior, Milano's body screamed older woman, but it was an aged to perfection look, like fine red wine. Her hips where still solid and firm on her flanks in those tight blue skinny jeans she wore. Her bosom had held up nicely as it was bounced a bit with a sway in her light blue sweater. She was just like a little girl; elated and happy to be doing this, amateur, Cherry thought.
Not that she didn't feel happy for her, but as a mare who in addition to her cherry ranch, did a little modeling herself, including some nude work with the more...racy publications back in the day. She was approaching this just as professionally as when she was a young mare making her mark in the World. She wore one outfit, and her best, sexiest one with her underwear underneath. She hadn't brought a bikini but the cakes said it wasn't necessary just one or the other. The two mares where a block away from the shop when the school teacher, a dark maroon mare with light purple and white locks of mane, stepped out of the soda shop sipping a small lemonade.
"Hey cheerilee! You just as excited as I am for The Cakes photo op?" Milano asked as she ran up and hugged the other mare in a tight, almost rib breaking hug. Cheerille was the most well rounded of the group; unlike Cherry, she didn't look younger than she really was, she wasn't acting like an excited school filly with a hundred bags the way Milano was, but rather she saw the event as good adult friends gathering together to do a little something fun for the afternoon.
"I Honestly still don't understand why the Cakes are doing this, I mean sure they need the money but...why us?" Cheerilee asked as the three mares got closer to the bakery. Cherry chukled softly in her throat and that sweet, yet sexy country mare accent of her's rolled off her muzzle.
"The boys will do anything for an older mare so long as she still got it going on sug. We may not be Twilight and her young friends anymore, but damn it all if we ain't the hottest little things in Ponyville...maybe even Equestria." Cherry said as she and the other mare went inside.
The Bakery had been closed for the day; blackout curtains had been set up in the windows, and a bed had given fresh velvet sheets and now lay in one corner of the room. The twins' sandbox from the backyard had been moved into a spare room and a beach ball; some squirt guns, a parasol, and some beach toys and a background had been set up in the back room. The Cakes had borrowed lights; cameras, some of the backgrounds, flash cards, and a few props from Photo Finish. Twilight Velvet and Ms. Harshwhinny already having showed up watched as the anxious Mr. Cake adjusted the camera to see if everything was in order.
"For peat's sake Mr. Cakes, are you quiet finished yet?" Ms. Harshwhinny said as she stood beside Velvet in a bright purple robe, a mirror to the purple suit jacket she wore on duty at work. Velvet chuckled and scoffed wishing the other mare would lighten up.
"You know Harshwhinny, not everything needs to be approached like it's a business transaction." Velvet said giggling softly as Cherrilee; Milano, and Cherry entered the shop.
"Ladies please, this is a business we're here trying to save. so of course I'm going to treat the manner..." She paused to undo the belt of her robe. Under it Ms. Harshwhinny wore a tight black thong that rode up her backside pinned to matching garter stockings and a belt. Her top was a silkscreen black negligee top. She cocked her hips out with her hands on her sides. Mr. Cakes felt himself get very hot and bothered. A few of the other mare's even felt a slight bi-curious attraction to the golden coated mare.
"Ms. Harshwhinny? while I appreciate your enthusiasm. I promised my wife I'd take her pictures for her first. honey! you ready in there?" He called out to the side door with a beaded curtain set up over the door way.
"Here I come ladies!" Mrs. Cakes said with gusto as she strutted out from behind the curtain. She wore a pink thong that rode into the crack of her backside and pink, fuzzy slippers; a pink, frilly lace bra, and white silk gloves on her hands. "What do you think Carrot? do you like your strawberry vanilla...cupcake?" She said as she got on position on the bed. Mrs. Cakes' first position was to sit on the balls of her feet and heels, her hands rubbing the cups of her bra with her eyes half lowered as she looked at her husband, not the camera. "I'm ready Carrot." She says winking at the camera.
"A dozen snapshots coming up love muffin, remember to shift positions after each one." As he said this. Cherry stripped her top and skirt off as Velvet and Milano shamelessly changed into skimpy bikinis. They were going to be the swimsuit spreads for the summer months in the calendar. Cupcake meanwhile shifted her position. She got on her belly and raised her legs in the air and tilted them at angles. She rested her head in her hands as Ms. Harshwhinny got on the bed beside her.
"Hey! wait your turn Harshwhinny! this is...very unprofessional." She said with a soft girlish giggle. Harshwhinny placed a hand on Cupcake's cheek and smiled at her. Carrot snapped two pictures of that one.
"I think this is how a professional shoot shoot should go." She teased Mr. Cakes with kissing his wife but only softly planted a peck on Mrs. Cakes' cheek. Mrs. Cakes got off the bed and let Ms. Harshwhinny take her turn. Ms. Harshwhinny placed her hands behind her head and jutted her chest out. She licked her lips and flicked her tongue out at him as Mr. Cakes snapped away. Cherry and Cupcake decided to prep for a special set of shots, Cherry placed her hands behind cupcakes' head and placed her forehead on Cupcakes'. Ms. Harshwhinny meanwhile, lay down on her back and kicked her legs up. Mr. Cakes made sure to get a good shot of all of Ms. Harshwhinny's best bits, including the thigh thong digging into her crotch.
"I'm quite enjoying this Cherry." Cupcake commented as Cherry got behind her and began to softly place gentle kisses on the back of Cupcake's neck. Mr. Cakes took one last shot of Harshwhinny as she posed with her hands pushing her breasts together and blowing him a kiss in a sitting position. He turned his attention to his wife and the sexy redhead Cherry Jubilee. The two mares giggled as Mrs. Cakes leaned into Cherry's neck and licked the flesh tenderly as if she was tasting it. Cherry giggled and nibbled softly in Cupcake's ear. Cupcake squeaked and maoned softly.
"Glad you're liking the attention sugar, now give me some sugar." She said as Mrs. Cakes softly kissed Cherry on the lips. It was a soft and tender kiss. Mrs. Cakes had never kissed another mare before, but she was enjoying it. Cherry clearly had done this before, because she began to softly stroke Cupcake's soft, frosting like mane and giggled as she played with it. Mr. Cakes felt him self get hotter than ever as he snapped the pictures. He finally stopped when the two mares began to forget their pics couldn't get too sexual or else they couldn't print it.
"Okay ladies, that's enough for you two." Mr. Cakes informed his wife and "models."
"Awwww Really Carrot? I was just starting to get into it." cupcake said with a little pout and folded her arms, which of course Mr. Cakes took a pic of.
"I know Sugar lump, but Velvet and Milano need some exposure too. Come on let's go check on them." He took the camera as he; his wife, Cherry and Ms. Harshwhinny went into the room where the beach background had been set up. Milano and Velvet stood in the sandbox, they giggle and leaned over making their chests hand low as they held them tightly in their hands.
"Ready Mr. Cakes." Velvet said as she giggled and Milano picked up a water gun. She squirted Velvet in the chest making her top all wet, then he aimed for her back, making droplets of water run down her back.
"Whoa easy ladies, Gimme a chance to take the pictures will you?" he asked as he snapped some pictures of Velvet as she leaned over her top soaking wet. She ten put a finger to her lips and gave Mr. Cakes an innocent look in her big eyes that seemed to say, 'who me?" Milano meanwhile decided to up the ante. She unwrapped a vanilla fudge pop and licked it from the stick to the tip. Like a messy little filly, vanilla cream got allover her lips and cheeks. She giggled and stuck her tongue out to lick her face clean.
"Mmmmm Yummy!" He said Happily as she lay in the sandbox that made up the "beach." she folded her hands behind her and kept her legs at angular juts as she looked at Mr. Cakes and smiled with bedroom eyes at him.
"Very good Mrs. Joy, very good. Velvet I'll get back to you in a second as soon as I get Milano's shots okay?" Twilight Velvet nodded as she sat on the sand not far from Milano. She curled up in a ball and turned her head to Mr. Cakes, she smiled and him when he took a picture of her in this pose. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she stretched her legs out and lay her hands out at her sides.
"Enjoying yourself ladies?' Mr. Cakes asked to all his models, including his wife.
"This will put Sugar Cube Corner on the map Carrot Stick." Mrs. Cakes said as she got a final photo op moment in by getting on the sand; leaning down, and softly kissing Velvet on her muzzle lovingly.
Three days later.
"Sweet Celestia! More checks for orders on our calender are coming in!" Mr. Cakes said happily as he opened more mail. Apperntly more than enough male (and even some female) admirers had picked up the calender for purchase. In the course of three days, the calenders had sold like cupcakes. The cash was rolling in like there was no tommorow, and they were halfway to meeting their goal. The girls had offered to come back and do another shoot if they needed it, but Mr. Cakes knew it was a long shot, but he had one more idea in mind to save his store.
"Cinnamon buns?' he asked his wife as she tallied the days intake, plus the checks for more calender orders.
"What is it sugar lumps?" His wife asked happily as she enjoyed being admired by younger stallions again, it made her feel an eighteen year old baker's apprentice/waitress that drove the boys wild again.
"I had one other idea that you and the girls could do to make the rest of the money we need, but...okay you may want to brace yourself for this one." Mrs. Cakes only placed her hands on her hips and chuckled, she was ready for anything that her horn dog of a husband could dish out.