Now is the time to eat some Altoids!
The culmination of her (short) life’s work slowly took shape before Twist. She had saved for the exotic ingredients, working endless days and nights, she had studied alchemy, paid attention in school, and graduated with honours from nutritional thaumaturgy and the practical applications of magic in food. She had even graduated several years ahead of schedule. She was gifted. Talented. Her abilities were talked about far and wide. Twist had followed her passion and now was ready to reap the reward. She even had the obligatory friend in the form of a unicorn to help her, and the unicorn understood Twist’s secret kink.
And it all led to this. This glorious moment. Twist allowed herself a shy polite cackle.
On the table directly in front of her was an enormous candy cane with a somewhat odd shape. A curious shape. Long, with a bulging ring near the middle, and a curious flared flat end that might make a pony look at it twice and then possibly blush, depending upon the pony. The right kind of pony might giggle and give a saucy wink.
Unable to help herself, Twist gave it a little lick. She’d be licking it a lot later if everything worked out, but she needed a little lick to keep her going. The peppermint was strong. Almost too strong. Just the way she liked it. It made her tongue feel cold and tingly as the tip lingered on the candy, running along the length, pausing only for a moment as it trailed lightly over the ring.
“Well?” Dinky said impatiently.
“Well what?” Twist asked, her nasal lisp only faintly noticeable.
“Are we almost done? I have a date with Tourmaline. She’s needy. You don’t understand… she needs my love,” Dinky whined to her friend.
“Dinky… we’re all a bunch of adolescents with raging hormones. Why do you think I’m doing this?” Twist responded, letting out a soft snort at the end.
“You don’t understand… never mind. I promised I’d help and I know how important this is to you,” Dinky said, looking sad and dejected as she looked at her friend.
A timer dinged and Twist began to dance in place, a broad beaming smile upon her face, her glasses slipping down her nose. With a nasal snort of triumph, Twist went off to retrieve the heart of her plan.
“That’s an awfully big gingerbread pony,” Dinky remarked.
“Well, I need a full sized stallion,” Twist responded, looking at Dinky through her glasses and blinking. “You really are a good friend. The other pony I told about my sitophilia called me weird and ditched me.”
“If only you knew about my fetishes,” Dinky murmured.
“You could always tell me,” Twist said to her friend.
“I’d like to tell somepony, but it could lead to trouble. I have to keep another pony’s kink secret because she has to stay in the closet,” Dinky explained, without really explaining anything.
“I understand. She’s not ready to come out yet. You really are a good friend. Thank you Dinky, so kind and kinky,” Twist said, collapsing into giggles at the end.
Closing her eyes, Dinky called forth powerful magic. Magic she had learned from her father. Deep magic. Her horn flooded the kitchen with light. The smell of freshly baked gingerbread, the minty smell of peppermint, and the scent of magic, ozone, filled the air.
The gingerbread pony shimmered for a moment, then shuddered.
Opening her eyes, Dinky laughed. “I love my magic,” she breathed. Leaning over, she gave Twist a kiss on the cheek. “Have fun Twist. You know the command word.”
“Thanks Dinks… go have fun with Tourmaline,” Twist said, licking her lips after she spoke. Her eyes were locked on the big gingerbread stallion. “Take some candy!”
“Will do… see ya Twist,” Dinky said as she headed for the door, moving at a brisk trot. She snatched up several candy canes with her magic as she neared the door, and then prepared herself to go out into the raging blizzard outside.
Breathless, feeling a strong sense of anticipation, Twist licked her lips once more and took a deep breath. The filly who stood on the cusp of marehood felt herself go a little moist as she thought about all of her fantasies being fulfilled.
“Come come come and rut my butt… you can catch me, I’m the gingerbread slut!” Twist said, speaking her carefully chosen command words. She took a deep breath and waited.
The gingerbread pony stirred. The head moved first, the neck quivered, the gingerbread moved with a life of its own. The body was warm, a living warmth, it had toffee button eyes, a red rope licorice mane and tail, and it had no mouth.
But it did have an enormous candy cane cock that Twist had put a lot of work into.
The stallion was already hard, he had been created this way, he would never get soft at an inopportune moment. In Twist’s opinion, he was the perfect stallion. Silent, strong, under perfect control, well hung, and made of food. Just the sight of him was enough to send poor Twist into paroxysms of arousal.
Breathing heavily, Twist stuck her head under the stallion’s belly and gave the candy cane cock a lick. It was a special con-cock-tion, food alchemy of the highest sort. She licked the flared head and the peppermint pecker twitched. The stallion shimmied around, his legs twitching. She took the tip of the candy cane cock into her mouth and then ran her tongue in a circle around the end. The tip of her tongue rested upon the little hole she had created.
This stallion came with a rich creamy filling.
She had the house to herself. The others were gone, off to cater a massive holiday party. For a moment, Twist’s mind entertained a fantasy about doing this with her family in the house… and maybe getting caught in the act, a big gingerbread stallion on her back, mounting her, plowing her plot while she squealed like the dirty food loving little frosting dumpster that she was. She pushed her head down on the stallion’s peppermint pecker and took it in as far as she dared, it hit the back of her throat, the cool peppermint making everything tingle, and she gagged. She pulled her head out from under the stallion, a long ribbon of drool dangling down, and she felt her tail hiking up against her will, displaying her own little peppermint twist and her candy cunny.
Sensing her need, the stallion began to move, to maneuver around her, and Twist realised that her feverish food fetish fantasy fun-time was about to become a reality. She felt a dribble of squalene run down her hind leg, trailing along the inside of her thigh. Her pucker clinched with anticipation.
The strong scent of gingerbread burned into brain, creating a memory that would forever cause arousal. Twist was drooling from both ends. She had fooled around a little with colts and even Dinky once, but other than a little lingering excitement, she had never been as aroused as she was right now. It took food play to get her off, and all of her masturbatory fantasies involved various items of food for her to climax.
The stallion reared up and wrapped its forelegs around Twist’s middle, just ahead of her hips and just behind her ribs. Twist let out a squeal of excitement as she felt the heavy weight of the gingerbread stallion resting upon her croup. She felt the cooling touch of peppermint against her nethers. It prodded her, poking her, the stallion was already thrusting, humping, seeking entry in her tight little taffy pink twat. For a moment, the candy cane cock brushed up against her pucker, pushing and pulling upon the skin, leaving a hot cool sensation as the tip pressed firmly into her peppermint twist. She wasn’t ready to give that up just yet, and certainly not with a peppermint pecker this big. She shifted her hips and let out a needy cry, her front legs nearly buckling.
And then, the stallion sank his girthy cock into Twist, going in halfway before pausing to allow Twist to catch her breath. The filly’s tongue lolled out and she began to pant. The distinctive feeling of peppermint filled her freshly split sopping snatch. It was hot, cold, cooling, tingly, and made her cunny curtains clench, clinging to the candy cane cock. Twist pushed herself backwards and wiggled her backside, working the cock in deeper.
The stallion pulled out, wrapped his forelegs tightly around her middle, and then plunged in, burying himself peanut butter balls deep in Twist. The filly squealed and as she tried to catch her breath, the stallion pulled out and then rammed his way home again. The pattern established, he picked up the pace and began slamming away on her backside in earnest, sparing no mercy as he fucked the filly silly. With each powerful stroke, the bulging ring on the candy cane cock passed over Twist’s turgid tumescent clitoris. The cooling tingle of peppermint teased the filly’s love button, it was like a searing hot ice cube being rubbed back and forth over the exposed nubbin of flesh. Each nerve in Twist’s body cried for release.
“Hunf… hunf… HUNF! Ungh… ugh… oh… oooh…. HNNG!”
Her legs buckled and she went face down and plot up, which allowed for even deeper penetration. The stallion braced his hind hooves into the floor, doubled down on the grip he had around her middle, and then began to mercilessly pound her swollen mound, splitting her slit with each frenzied penetration, his peanut butter balls banging away on Twist’s thighs.
With a screaming cry, Twist came, the first one building up slow, her whole body convulsing as the gingerbread gigolo gyrated his hips, assaulting her snatch with mindless fury. Her nethers were numbing, her hind legs quivered, and she began to dribble mare-gravy upon the floor. More orgasms came, slamming into her like a train, one right after the other, with each thrust Twist thought she was going to pass out. She was seeing stars now. The gingerbread pony wasn’t even tired; he could keep screwing her forever.
“Cum cum cum, please bust a nut, come on and make me your gingerbread slut!” Twist cried, the words to end the spell.
The stallion gave one final slam, triggering one last orgasm. He buried himself in deep, his peppermint pecker vibrating as he held himself inside of Twist’s too tight teenaged twat. The stallion came, blowing out a creamy glaze from his candy cane cock, filling up Twist with a delightful creamy filling that spattered everywhere all over the floor after she had been pumped full. Twist rode out her final orgasm and sighed with relief when the stallion pulled out.
Laying on the floor in a middle of a mess, Twist basked in the afterglow. She had licked her own juices off of the peppermint pecker, appreciating the taste of her own cum mixed in with everything else. The stallion cuddled beside her. Feeling hungry, not just peckish, or in need of a snack, but earth pony hungry. Twist leaned over and tore off the stallion’s gingerbread ear. She chewed thoughtfully, enjoying the spicy gingerbread. She swallowed.
She then rolled the stallion over again, running her hooves all over his still warm body, he was docile, willing, submissive, the sexual frenzy spell was over. Twist’s eyes lingered over the delicious dong. She licked along the shaft once more, feeling the cool sensation upon her tongue and her lips, and the her snoot bumped up against a delicious treat. Giggling, she ripped one of the stallion’s balls free and gobbled it down. She chewed thoughtfully and as she did so, the stallion gave her a loving stroke with one front leg. She devoured his other peanut butter ball, still chewing on the first, and then the starving teenage filly went into feeding frenzy, devouring delicious bites of the stallion, nibbling on his belly, biting into his neck, tearing off his nose, savaging both of his eyes, and then finally eating his other ear.
The stallion nuzzled her lovingly as she ripped him apart, chewing off various tidbits.
Belching, Twist lay back and took a breather, her gingerbread lover cuddling up beside her on the floor, rubbing his partially consumed face against her neck.
Twist planned to enjoy sucking on his candy cane cock until it was all gone.