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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Cheater 
// by Mr V 
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	"It turns out that Twilight really did turn the monster into candy! So I'm sure I don't have to tell you what happened next..." Pinkie hops about the colorful kitchen of Sugar Cube Corner with a bright and sunny smile, happily gathering ingredients as she tells you another of her long and bizarre tales. She's just come to the point where she and her friends rescued Princess Luna from a dimension of ghosts. 
You laugh to yourself as you remove the latest batch of cookies from the oven, being extra careful not to burn your mouth. That was one lesson you had to learn the hard way. 
With a sudden start, you realise that you'd allowed your attention to drift from Pinkie's story. "And that's when my nose started hurting because I got all that spaghetti sauce in it, which is so~o weird because I wasn't even eating spaghetti! Then Rarity said she never wanted me to throw her a birthday party again." 
And just as you expected, you no longer have any idea what she's talking about. 
You place the cookies aside to cool, watching Pinkie out of the corner of your eye as she pours a pan of melted chocolate into a mixing bowl, humming a lively melody to herself. 
You give the concoction a dubious look. After all, you don't remember anything like that being on the task list today. "What is this stuff exactly?" you ask, "Did Mrs. Cake give you a special order or something?" 
Pinkie tosses the empty pan onto the growing pile of dishes in the sink and turns to you with a shake of her head, "Nope," she says, placing the bowl under a mixer and lowering the beaters, "this is a Pinkie Pie original! Three different kinds of chocolate sauce, blended together..." she clicks the power button on the machine, starting up the quiet whirring of the motor, "with just a teeny hint of orange zest." She looks away with a confused expression. "Zest. Zzzeesssssst. Omigosh! That's such a funny word, isn't it?" 
You're about to respond when Pinkie interrupts you with a playful nuzzle. "I could never get so much work done before you came along. You're such a super good boyfriend!" 
You laugh. "Well it's easy, when I have such a great gal," you reply as you return the nuzzle and place a small kiss just behind her ear, smiling as her cheeks slowly turn a deeper pink and her eyes dart shyly to the floor. As much as you love her adorable voice, you also love how easily you can make her speechless. 
In her agitation, she fumbles about on the counter, carelessly raising the mixer out of the bowl before she remembers to turn it off. With a panicky shriek, she realises her mistake as the spinning beaters scatter mounds of gooey chocolate all over the room. Pinkie herself suffers the worst of the barrage before she manages to shut down the machine, leaving her splattered and streaked with dark, melty fudge. 
You both take a moment to look about the room. Bits of chocolate can be seen chaotically dotting the cabinets, the counter tops...the ceiling. As your eyes drift, you notice Pinkie has begun snickering. And soon the snickering becomes a chuckle, and the chuckle becomes a roar of spirited laughter. 
"Hahahaa! Did you see that?" she asks, excitedly bouncing up and down, "That was hilarious! That machine was all 'Sspppspspsppsps' and I was like 'Waaaaaah!' and now we're all chocolatey!" She gives your cheek a long and hearty lick. "Heehee, you're so sweet!" 
Seeing her there, chocolate in her mane, a wide grin on her blushing face and a smile in her shimmering blue eyes as she stares up at you, it feels like your heart is about to bubble over. She laughs as you catch her in your embrace, spinning her around and around as you shower her cheek with kisses. 
"Pinkie," you laugh as you squeeze her close, "you know what I love most about you?" 
"Nuh uh. What?" she asks as she squeezes you back. 
"Everything." 
She giggles at your answer. "Cheater." 
With only a glance into each other's eyes, you find your lips pressed together, the kiss so serene and so long that you feel as if you're lost in a dream. She smiles happily for just a moment, keeping her mouth in soft, alluring contact with yours, and then moves closer, once more trapping your lips with that same gentle touch. With little motions, she drifts away, and then back, lovingly brushing the tips of your lips over and over again with sweet, delicate Pinkie Pie kisses. 
You pull her close and begin eagerly nuzzling her; her cheek against yours, her bouncy curls squeezed under your hoof as you hold her tight. Her skin feels so warm against your lips as you kiss her neck, slowly drawing a path down to the point of her shoulder. 
She giggles as you lift her from the ground, and clutches your shoulders as you lay her on the floor. Your kisses quickly move lower on her chest, your lips moving passionately over the plush form of her body, and she laughs out loud as you ticklishly lick a streak of chocolate from her belly. You begin longingly kissing and licking away each dot of chocolate, and her laughs dissolve into happy, bubbly moans as you move up once more, bit by bit. With tiny nips at the edge of her throat, you carefully remove each tiny trace of sugary fudge, the chocolate warmed by her skin and the flavor mixing with her own sweet and fruity fragrance. 
She shivers as you draw your tongue especially slowly up the side of her neck, her skin hot and flushed with excitement. "Y-you're pretty good at this," she says, a lusty tremble in her voice, her breath slow and sultry against your ear. 
With a devious smirk, you pull away, reaching for the bowl on the counter top. You set it to the side and dip the tip of your hoof in the dark liquid. Pinkie watches amorously as you slowly draw your hoof along her belly, leaving a long, chocolaty streak on her pink tummy. You lean in close, Pinkie quivering in anticipation as you tantalize her with your breath until, with slow and deliberate motions, you begin licking up the chocolate line. She arches her back, her hooves in your mane, and you slip your forelegs around her, both of you greedy for the feeling of your tongue pressed against her skin. You capture the whole stripe with one firm, continuous lick, barely noticing the candy flavor, focused instead on the velvety flesh beneath. 
You reach again for the chocolate, only to have your hoof pushed away at the last moment by Pinkie Pie. She sticks her own hoof deep into the bowl, and with almost maddening slowness begins to drip the dark, silky chocolate all along her body. Her hoof hovers from her chest, along her belly, down to her hind legs, drizzling a thick line along her center. Using both of her forehooves, she starts to smear the sauce, rubbing slow circles and streaks all along her front, coating herself from hip to chest. 
Seeing her with that enticing look in her eyes, gazing hungrily at you as she slathers herself, you simply can't resist any longer. Moans and breathy giggles flow from Pinkie as you begin licking, slurping, tasting every inch of her wonderful chocolate covered body. With one hoof you pull her closer, forcing her against your tongue, and with the other you eagerly massage and rub and smear the wet, dripping candy mess, your hoof gliding over her slippery skin from breast to hip, then slowly down her flank as you bury your face in the soft valley of her neck. 
One by one, you leave a trail of kisses along the base of her jaw, only to have your mouth caught once more by Pinkie's waiting lips. Even now her kiss is gentle, as sweet as the chocolate that coats your snout. As she pulls away, she holds your chocolaty hoof and draws it gently to her mouth. You feel your heart flutter as she touches it to her lips, lightly nibbles at it, licks along the sole, letting the chocolate pile up against her tongue as she draws a deep furrow in the thick coating of fudge. With a final, rough motion, she presses her face against it, nuzzling and rubbing your hoof, coating her lips with the rich, bittersweet liquid. 
You offer no resistance as she heatedly grabs your head, pulling you into another kiss, only to quickly begin licking at your lips, letting her tongue run roughly over your mouth. You do the same, cleaning the chocolate from her face, feeling a burst of fire in your mind every time your tongues touch. You very quickly forget about the chocolate, forget about the world entirely, concerned only with that hot, wet feeling of your tongues together, time and time again, pressing and stroking one another as you lap voraciously at your lovely Pinkie Pie. 
Until the sudden crash of a door being thrown open sends you both flying apart. 
You sputter and panic, scuffling about on the floor, wondering what you could have clonked your head on and praying to whatever Princess may be listening that you won't have to explain to Mrs. Cake why you were licking her employee. 
"Uh, what's going on?" Rainbow Dash asks, looking a bit unsettled as both you and Pinkie slide chaotically about on the ground. "Why are you both on the floor and ... covered in chocolate?" 
Pinkie finally manages to stand, her face blazing red as she stutters a response, "W-well, you-you know me, Dashie! Pinkie Pie! I'm so random, right? Haha, yeah ..." she pulls a strand of messy, curly hair from her face, only to have it stick embarrassingly to her hoof. "I'm-I-I should ... I'd better go clean this off! Thanks-for-your-help-today-I'll-see-you-later-I-guess-bye," she says, rattling off a goodbye as she stumbles up the stairs to her room. 
For a moment, you'd swear Dash looks almost distraught as she watches Pinkie run away. But quickly, her expression turns to annoyance when she her attention to you. "So, are we hangin' out today or what?" she asks. 
"Uh, yeah! Yeah, no problem," you laugh nervously, "I guess I should ... probably clean up a little bit too, huh?"