Pinkie's Special Treats
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The little bell over the door rang as Clover Field passed into Sugarcube Corner. Long shadows from a setting sun fell through the big glass windows, and the shop was empty save for Pinkie Pie reading a magazine behind the counter. Her head was propped up on one arm, with her hoof pressing into her cheek, and she looked bored. She was so lost in her world of boredom that she didn't even notice the bell.
"It's ok, you can do this. Just go in, and give it to her." he told himself, and strode up to the counter. He opened his mouth to speak, but it was too late: She'd seen him. Pinkie perked up immediately, her magazine completely forgotten, and let loose a torrent of words.
"Oh, hi Clovey! Are you here for the usual dozen glazed? Or how about the other usual that's less usual than the normal usual, where you want jelly filled doughnuts instead of glazed? Ooh, or maybe you want something even less usual than the usual or the unusual usual? We have more here than doughnuts, though I think the chocolate cupcakes are close to stale, so they'd be less than usually tasty unless you ate them unusually fast."
Clover just smiled and waited for her to pause. He was used to this. If anypony else talked that much it would have been a chore to listen to, but not her. When she paused for breath, he cut in.
"Glazed is fine, Pinkie. But I also came because I wanted to give you something." Craning his neck, he fished in his saddlebag with his teeth.
The pink pony literally hopped over the counter and bounced next to him, squealing with delight.
"Ooh, a present? For me? Oh what is it what is it WHAT IS IT? I LOVE PRESENTS!"
With a bit of effort Clover produced a rolled sheet of paper. He held the top in his teeth and unfurled it with a hoof, revealing a pastel drawing of Pinkie Pie holding a cupcake in one hoof and beaming absurdly happily out at the viewer. The real Pinkie’s eyes grew wide and her smile matched that in the picture. She stood frozen for several seconds, then snatched the picture from him with a squeal of delight. His eyes struggled to follow the pink blur of activity, but a moment later the picture was pinned to the wall behind the counter and she was hugging him crushingly around the neck.
“Oh my gosh, that’s the nicest thing anypony has done for me in WEEKS,” she babbled, “It must have taken you hours, and it’s really nice. It’s even pink and EVERYTHING! And you made me look all pretty! I mean I am pretty, I think, but not pretty like that! Hey…” She suddenly stopped and eyed him critically, taking a step back and continuing with a more calm demeanor, “Why did you give me such a nice picture, anyway? Most ponies don’t do nice things for no reason… at least, most ponies who aren’t me.”
Clover rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the floorboards. “Well, actually,” he said, trying to remember the confidence he’d built up just a minute ago, "they say it helps if you give a mare a gift when you ask her out on a date."
He raised his his head to look at her expectantly, and his face fell when he heard her respond by saying "Oh Clover, that's so sweet of you! I can't, because my evenings are all busy this week. I have to rotate stock and bake tonight, I have a party tomorrow, and the day after, and then after that I have to go ball-hiding around town..."
His disappointed expression melted abruptly into a grin when she kissed his cheek and continued, without even pausing for breath, "But it's closing time and the Cakes are away so I could use help in he kitchen. Why don't you lock the door and flip over the 'open' sign and then come back and help me, okay?"
Without waiting for an answer she perched a half-empty tray of muffins on her back and trotted through the door to the kitchen.
Clover just stood there for a moment, stunned, before snapping out of his daze and doing what she had asked. He found her already busy in the kitchen, dumping ingredients into a large mixing bowl with reckless abandon. She shoved the bowl and a spoon into his hooves and said, "Here, can you mix this? Thanks!"
Over the next hour he mixed things, held things, poured things, and generally just did what she asked him to while she chattered about cupcakes, cookies, her emergency ball stashes, and for a confusing few minutes, the mathematics of game theory. This really wasn't what he had imagined when he decided to finally ask her out, but it was happy just to get to spend time with her.
After putting the last few pans full of cake batter in the oven, she sat down heavily on the floor next to him with a contented sigh. "Break time! Thanks for your help, Clovey, this went a lot faster with you pitching in. Oh, right! We need to eat up those old cupcakes before they get stale!" She grabbed the tray that she had brought in from the front of the store earlier and popped an entire cupcake in her mouth, chewing it contentedly as she passed one to Clover. He sat down next to her and took the pastry happily, nibbling at it with more restraint than the loquacious pink pony.
She became oddly silent and looked thoughtful as she bit a second cupcake in half, watching him while she chewed. The silence seemed so odd that he felt he had to say something.
"Pinkie, this has actually been a surprisingly nice..."
His statement was cut off when with no warning, she leaned over and kissed him firmly on his open mouth. He was too stunned to react, and sat frozen, able to taste the frosting on her lips. When she parted her sweet lips and slid her currently chocolate flavoured tongue into his mouth, his instincts took over. He shuddered slightly with pleasure and put his hoof on her cheek, hungrily meeting her tongue with his. Even though the flavour was from the cupcakes and not really from her, the sticky chocolate sweetness of her mouth was somehow very right. It's how he'd always imagined she would taste.
After what must have only been a minute, but felt much longer, she broke the kiss, and gave the tip of his nose a playful lick. He smiled at her and breathlessly asked, "What was that for?"
"It was because I wanted a kiss, silly. You're a good kisser, by the way."
Clover's cheeks reddened slightly, and he returned to nibbling the cupcake that he had entirely forgotten during the kiss, to cover his embarrassment, saying, "You... you are too. Especially when you've just eaten frosting..." around a mouthful of cake.
She tossed the final cupcake in her mouth and swallowed, seemingly without chewing, before grinning at him and saying, "So, you want to have sex with me, right?"
Cake is for eating, not for breathing. Clover momentarily forgot this and choked. Pinkie helpfully patted him on the back until he had coughed the last few crumbs out of his trachea. When he could breathe again, he rasped weakly, "I wasn't just trying to... I mean I don't want you to think that..."
Since it was clear that he wasn't about to finish a sentence any time soon, she cut him off and explained with a grin, "I was just thinking, you see, and I realized that you wouldn't have made such a big deal and made that cool drawing if you didn't really like me a lot, and if you really like someone and ask them out on a date that means that you want to date them bunches of times. And when you date someone bunches of times, you want to have sex with them. Duh! So I said to myself, 'Pinkie,' I said, 'you won't have time for a bunch of dates right now, but he's here, and he's really nice, and cute, and we have some time to kill, so why do you have to do things in any particular order? Doing things in the right order is for ponies like Twilight.' So then I kissed you and that was fun, and then I asked you about sex and you choked, and I hope you can breathe okay again now. If you don't think I'm sexy that's okay I guess, but that would make going on a date really weird, and kinda pointless, don't you think?"
Her monologue was long enough that when she finished he could breathe normally again, if a bit faster than normal. It was hard to say of this was due to excitement or panic, though. Unsure of what to say, all he could come out with was something he had rehearsed many times in his mind. He steeled himself and recited, "You are, without a doubt, the loveliest and most wonderful mare I've ever seen in my life."
Her bright blue eyes widened and grew moist.
"Oh Clovey," she said, looking into his eyes, "That's the sweetest thing anypony has said to me in... forty seven and a half days!"
He was about to ask what that other sweet thing had been when she flung herself at him, throwing her forelegs around him and pressing her mouth to his in an enthusiastic kiss. This time he only hesitated for a moment before giving himself over the kiss. She parted her lips and let him take the lead this time, his tongue pushing against her frosting sweetened one. The only thought in his head other than the warmth of her next to him and her hot, sweet mouth was "I can't believe this is really happening. If I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up."
While they kissed he grew more adventurous and put his forelegs around her, causing to snuggle against him. He slid his hoof down her side and over her flank, thrilled by the slight difference in texture over her cutie mark. He had just started to stroke the base of her tail when she giggled and shoved him away firmly enough that he fell flat on his back with a thud.
"I'm sorry!" he started to say, "I shouldn't have... oh!"
He was cut short and when she jumped onto him, sitting on his hips, straddling him. "Time to change places!" she exclaimed with her front hooves in the air. “It can get boring if you do one thing for too long, don't you think?"
Her hips rubbed against his slowly as she leaned down to nuzzle him on the neck and chest, rubbing her nose into his coat. She made an appreciative noise when he put his hooves on her rump, feeling her soft, rounded curves. "Yeah I... see your point..." he managed to gasp out.
"I mean, not every thing," she continued with barely any pause, squirming against his growing erection, "Like I can sleep for hours without getting bored, but I guess I'm not actually paying attention, because I'm asleep. But with something like sex you should really pay attention, and if somepony falls asleep you're doing it WAY wrong. Ooh, speaking of paying attention... I think this is for me!"
She slid off of him, her bright pink fur tickling his nether regions. Once her weight was off of him, his cock sprang proudly to attention. She crouched down and grinned at his face, her nose inches from his tip, and said, "They call it a 'hard-on' but it's actually really easy. That's so funny! Anyway, now I know for sure you were telling the truth earlier! Not that I thought you were lying. Well you are lying on your back, but you tell the truth, even if you're lying down. Though I think you were sitting at the time, weren't you?"
"I aaahhh..." Clover started to say as Pinkie rubbed her cheek against his cock, sending a shiver down his spine. "I... was sitting, and telling the truth."
"I know!" she chirped and gently batted her long eyelashes against his tip, causing him to squeal and convulse with ticklish laughter. His eyes were momentarily closed as he laughed, but he heard her giggle with delight. Before he could stop laughing and open his eyes, her laughter stopped and he felt her hot, slick mouth slide down around him.
He gasped and arched his back, startled by the sudden change in sensations. He raised his head off of the ground enough to look at her as, without finesse but with great enthusiasm, she began to bob her head up and down, slurping like she was sucking on a popsicle.
Every time she took him into her mouth again the front curls of her mane tickled his stomach. The combination of the tickling and her hot tongue and mouth pleasuring him made him squirm so much she had to put a hoof on his hip to hold him still. Taking her mouth off of him for a moment she admonished him playfully, "I can't do this if you wiggle all over the floor, silly!"
"S... sorry Pinkie..." was all he could manage between gasps of pleasure as she changed her tactic from sucking to licking, running her tongue along one side, then the other of his now aching member.
It felt like she was holding him down especially hard, but a little bit of pain where her hoof rested on his hip was just one more bit of spice added to the experience. He forced his eyes open again, so he could watch her, and saw that she was leaning on him so hard because her other front hoof was tucked between her back legs and she was rubbing herself. She winked at him and said "Pinkie gets hers too, don't you worry!"
With that she parted her lips and slowly took him into her mouth again. He pawed clumsily at her mane and shoulders, feeling that he was going to come any second, when...
DING!
The timer over the oven went off, and Pinkie gasped and ran to the oven, leaving Clover feeling cold, damp and aching about the groin. He shakily pulled himself to his feet while she pulled open the oven, took a hot pad in her mouth and pulled several perfectly done cakes out, setting each one on the counter to cool. The sweet smell of them filled the room, overwhelming everything else.
When this was done she stepped towards him and nuzzled his neck. Her cheeks felt as hot as the oven against his skin.
"Sorry about that, Clovey. It's a lot quicker to start sex again than to make a cake again from scratch, even if you're really good at it like me. I mean I'm good at cake making, though I think I'm not too bad at sex either, don't you?"
Her mane tickled his nose as he nuzzled her in return, her scent and the overwhelming aroma of fresh cake harmonizing perfectly in his nostrils. "Pinkie, you have no idea how good you are," he said.
"Thanks!" she chimed, beaming and looking for all the world as if he had paid her a perfectly everyday compliment, except for her mussed mane and flushed cheeks. "You know," she said conversationally, "I was going to ask you to go down on me too, but maybe we should save that for next time." As she spoke she turned away from him, put her front hooves on the counter next to the hot cakes and thrust her rump at him, lifting her tail. "I'm so totally worked up right now, that I think you should just go to it and give me a good rutting. I'm all ready, and it looks like you are too."
He just froze, staring at the rounded curves of her pink bottom and her swollen slit, still hardly believing that this was happening.
She noticed his indecision, and wiggled her hips. Looking over her shoulder at him, she grinned widely and batted her eyelashes at him, adding, "Puhleeeeze? Pretty please?"
This display was so over the top that he couldn't help but giggle, but it erased any doubts he had. With renewed confidence he declared in a hammy theatrical voice, “Anything for you, my dear Pinkie!”
Clover stood behind her and put his front hooves next to her on the counter, nuzzling her puffy mane and drinking in the scent of shampoo, arousal, and baking. He meant to go slowly, but when his tip began to slide between her slippery nether lips she grunted with pleasure and shoved her rump back against his. Her rump hit his hips with an audible slap and she began to thrust back against him rhythmically before he had even started moving. Pinkie was a mare who knew what she wanted and wasn't shy.
After a few moments he matched her rhythm, putting one foreleg around her waist just to keep from being pushed backwards by her enthusiastic movements. Each time their hips met and he slid into her she clenched around him. What started as simple moaning and vocalizations quickly became a torrent of increasingly loud encouragement, and very quickly she was almost shouting, “Yeah! Just like that! Fuck me! Harder!”
She was chatty even during sex. The tiny part of him that was doing any thinking at all realized he would have been astonished and disappointed by anything else.
His hoof slid down across her stomach and found the tiny nub just above where his cock was thrusting into her. He rubbed it clumsily but enthusiastically and was rewarded by her arching her back (hitting him the nose with the back of her head to boot) and getting even louder. She cried out, “Oh my gosh oh my gosh do that more don't stop DON'T YOU DARE STOP!”
Pinkie's voice broke and she let out a shrill scream as she pounded her rump back against Clover, burying his member as deeply into her as it could go. As she clenched around him and threw her head back, he couldn't contain himself anymore. Still rubbing her he bit the back of her neck hard, by sheer animal instinct, and came just after her, still thrusting madly as he shot his hot seed into her. His own cry was muffled by her flesh and mane, but she made enough noise for both of them as their movements gradually slowed over minutes, or seconds? It was hard to be sure.
Eventually they came to rest on their hind knees, their chins resting on the counter with their cheeks touching. One last gasp of pleasure escaped her as a slight shift of the hips pulled his slowly softening member out of her.
For some minutes they stayed like that, his chest and her back rising and falling against each other, and the room thick with the smells of sugar and sweat, vanilla and sex.
After a long silence, something in Pinkie reset, like a clock ticking over. She turned her head to kiss his cheek and said “That was fun, I mean really fun. We should do that more... but we should probably date first. Actually, FIRST we should ice these cakes and put them away... since you already iced my cake. Get it? That's sexy talk! Anyway, then we should have a shower, and maybe do more sexy stuff. Then we should go on a date. I'm free a week from Saturday. Does that work for you? Just don't expect me to put out on the first date. I'm not that kind of mare.”