Soda Jerk
Domino strolled down the bright, clear, sunny streets of downtown Canterlot, exploring the city on her day off. She was a rather new resident of the city, having only lived in Canterlot for a few months. She immediately got herself a job and started saving away for a day where she could just stroll the city, do a bit of shopping, and treat herself. Domino thought she was worth it, and everyone deserved to splurge a bit every now and then.
Self-indulgence could be difficult for a pony like Domino, a pizza mare whose entire existence revolved around satisfying others. As her job was a strange middle ground between food services and prostitution, Domino tended to put the customer’s needs ahead of her own. She didn’t often get the opportunity to think about herself or what she wanted, not when there was a horny/hungry customer to please.
But that wasn't for today. Today was a day for doing whatever it was she fancied, and, right now, Domino fancied a cold treat on this hot, sunny day. As a pizza pony, she was used to high temperatures, like from the oven when she was being baked, but this was something else altogether. She could feel her cheese begin to ooze, despite her natural enchantments that kept her from making a mess whenever she was walking around, and the pepperoni and green peppers she wore in her mane and tail were starting to brown and crisp. At this rate, she’d overcook. Domino looked around town for a bit, surveying the Canterlot streets with a keen eye. This was a big, busy, modern city. There just had to be a place for Domino to sate her desire for something cool.
Finally, Domino caught sight of a building at the end of the block; The Soda Fountain looked like a nice enough place, and there was a chalkboard sign out front advertising the establishment’s gourmet soda floats. That was enough to convince Domino, and she quickly made her way down the street and entered The Soda Fountain.
The restaurant was fairly large, and the counter strangely had only three seats, all of which were spaced out by a considerable amount. There wasn’t anypony else visible in the establishment, customer or employee, and it was only Domino’s curiosity that kept her from leaving to find an alternative.
“Hello? Anypony here?” Domino trotted forward to the counter, on which there was a service bell. Domino rang the bell twice, then took a seat and waited. A few moments later, a pony made his way from the back of the restaurant, wearing a white paper hat and a striped vest with a bright red bowtie. Domino peered at him curiously; he was a soda pony, a familiar one. Domino recognized the handsome stallion, and a small grin spread across her features.
“Hello, and welcome to The Soda Fountain! What can I—” The soda stallion paused, tilting his head at Domino. “You look… familiar…”
“You might not recognize me, I’ve changed my toppings since we last saw each other,” said Domino. “Last time, I just had pepperoni. I remember you, though. Good to see you, Fizzy.”
“Domino! That’s right! I knew you looked familiar,” chuckled Fizzy Bubbles, his cola bubbling inside of him as he laughed. “You were the best pizza I ever had, pony or otherwise.”
“Aw, thanks, hon. You weren’t too bad yourself.” Domino swiped a lock of her cheesy mane from her eyes, to better see her favorite drink pony. “So you work here, huh?”
“Yep. You’d be surprised at how few soda ponies there are working these sorts of jobs,” said Fizzy. “I guess normal ponies don’t want food and drink from a pony made out of it.”
“Pfffff. Normal is boring,” remarked Domino. Fizzy nodded his agreement, then picked up his notepad and pen.
“Damn right. Anyway, what can I get you? Can I offer you one of our hoofmade, gourmet soda floats?”
“Sounds good to me. Tell me about them.”
“Well, normally, we take the finest cola in Equestria, and float in it a scoop of this super amazing vanilla ice cream that we churn in-house,” explained Fizzy. “We get this incredible Saddle Arabian vanilla, and it’s super good. It’ll knock your horseshoes off, for sure. And we finish it off with some whipped cream and a cherry.”
“Sounds perfect! But…” Domino tilted her head curiously. “You said ‘normally’. What does that mean?”
“Well, you said normal is boring, right?” said Fizzy.
“Uh-huh…”
“Hey, Rocky!” Fizzy turned to the back, shouting over his shoulder. “Come out here for a sec!”
Domino watched curiously, wondering who this Rocky pony was and why Fizzy suddenly needed their attention. She heard what sounded like tapping glass, but the rhythm and increasing volume made her realize that she was in fact hearing hoofsteps. Soon, from the backroom of the store, the two were met with a third pony; much like Fizzy, his body was composed of what appeared to be glass. Inside, he had no soda, rather, thick, creamy vanilla ice cream. He looked a bit disinterested at first, but his expression twitched slightly upon seeing Domino. An ordinary mare probably wouldn’t have taken notice, but Domino had been around the block enough times to recognize what that look was. It was more than desire, or attraction.
It was hunger.
“Oh, I didn’t know we were opening back up,” said Rocky. “I was still on break…”
“Yeah, I was gonna handle things for a bit on my own,” said Fizzy. “But then… Then Domino here walked in. Remember that pizza I won’t shut up about?”
“Yeah, you said it was the best pizza you ever had.” Rocky pulled up to the counter with a curious gleam in his eye. “I’m guessing this is her?”
“Very astute of you,” remarked Domino with a grin. “Wow, an ice cream pony… Never seen anything like you. I knew there was all sorts of food and drink ponies, but I’ve never heard of ice cream.”
“Yeah, we’re a bit rarer, and we tend to stay more up north. Colder, you know?”
“Anyway, Domino hear was interested in one of our floats,” said Fizzy, winking at his friend. “But she’s not into how we normally prepare them, ya know?”
“Oh. Not a fan of vanilla? I guess that’s understandable. We can also do you a chocolate cow, if you like. Could be a nice change of—”
Domino chuckled as Fizzy glared daggers at his coworker, who slowly began to trail off. Rocky eventually realized that he was missing something, though he couldn’t seem to work out exactly what that something was. All he knew was that Domino found it amusing and Fizzy was getting a bit peeved.
“Dude… Are you serious?” sighed Fizzy. “I thought maybe we could make her one with our own ‘recipe’, you know?”
“Uh-huh… One of our experimental drinks?” asked Rocky, still absolutely oblivious. Fizzy slammed his forehead against the counter, his cola fizzing and bubbling from the sudden movement.
“For Celestia’s sake, how can you be so dense?”
“If I may be so bold,” said Domino with a giggle. “I see where you’re going, Fizzy, and I think what Rocky needs…” Domino climbed onto the counter, laying with her ass pointed towards the boys. She raised her gooey, cheesy tail to show her pussy, hot and wet with equal parts desire, pizza grease, and cheese. “Is a little demonstration.”
“Oh. That kind of recipe,” said Rocky, blushing faintly. Fizzy pushed past his friend, taking his spot behind Domino. He didn’t waste much time at all in sliding his cock against Domino’s cheesy, gooey pussy, relishing in the wet warmth of her puffy, delicious lower lips.
“Ya snooze, ya lose, buddy,” said Fizzy, clasping Domino’s flanks in his hooves. He massaged and groped her butt, firmly yet with a degree of tenderness. Domino moaned, letting herself be molded like dough in Fizzy’s hoof. She spread her legs a bit wider, inviting Fizzy to stop the teasing and get to pleasing. Happy to comply, Fizzy slipped his thick, cola-filled cock into Domino’s pizza pocket pussy, earning another happy moan from the pizza mare beneath him.
“So… Should I, uh… go?” Rocky fidgeted a bit in place, not entirely sure how to proceed. He was definitely interested in having a go on Domino. Fizzy seemed to hold her in very high regards, so Rocky was curious to see how good she could really be. But, unfortunately, it seemed he had missed his opportunity.
“Don’t you go anywhere, cutie,” panted Domino, her breathing picking up as Fizzy began thrusting deeply into her. “Don’t you know that pizza is meant to be shared with friends? I can satisfy you both at once, if you like…” Domino opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth and a faint wisp of steam emerge from her throat.
“Well, you heard her,” said Fizzy. “Or are we still not being obvious enough?”
“Bite me, Fizz,” grumbled Rocky, rounding the counter to meet with Domino’s waiting, steaming mouth. “Fair warning, I might be a bit cold. Just pretend it’s a popsicle. That seems to work for most mares.”
Rocky propped himself up on the counter, his cock hard and ready to go. Domino watched it drip curiously, Rocky’s tip constantly dribbling a thick, white liquid. Curiously, Domino leaned forward and ran her tongue up Rocky’s cock. The was cold, rich, and sweet, which confirmed that his precum was indeed vanilla ice cream.
Domino wrapped her lips around Rocky’s frigid member, lapping up and down the smooth, frozen, glass-like cylinder. Rocky was definitely a bit cold, but Domino had a higher overall body temperature than the average mare, which made for a very interesting sensation. She took Rocky’s advice, sucking and licking his cock as if it was a frozen treat to be enjoyed on a hot summer day. In a way, that’s exactly what it was.
Fizzy was enjoying his treat as well, Domino’s pussy even tighter, warmer, and gooeyer than he remembered. He grabbed her by the hip, holding her steady to pound her cunt harder. Grease and cheese dripped down Domino’s thighs, her legs trembling with pleasure. Fizzy grabbed a mouthful of Domino’s tail, chewing on her cheesy, delicious pizza while he rutted her.
“Hey, Fizz,” said Rocky, biting his lip gently. Domino knew her way around a cock, ice cream or otherwise. “Mind switching? I wanted a run at her pussy.”
“Come on, man,” grunted Fizzy through a mouthful of tail. “Kinda enjoying myself right now.”
“Hm hhvm hn Hmdmh!” Domino struggled to talk with a mouthful of cock, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Rocky mumbled an apology, pulling his cock from her mouth. “Thanks. I said, I have an idea. I’m guessing that you’re kinda attached to that particular slice of pie, Fizzy?”
“You could say that, yeah.” Even as they were talking, Fizzy kept bucking his hips, pounding Domino’s cheesy twat like his life depended on it.
“Well… I’ve got one more hole, y’know.” Domino winked at Rocky, making the ice cream pony blush slightly. “So, if that’s not too close for you boys, I think I can take you both.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Fizzy. “Rocky?” Rocky nodded, at which point Fizzy pulled his cock free of Domino, his cock glistening from the streak of grease from her pussy. Fizzy flipped Domino over onto her back before scooping her up. Rocky slid in behind her, hooking his forelegs under Domino’s hind ones and folding her in half in a full nelson. Domino giggled at the strength and desire that the boys were displaying, swiping her tail to the side to give Rocky a clear path to her ass.
Domino moaned as she felt the cocks slowly penetrate both her cunt and her asshole. Rocky’s cock, slick by its nature and with the added assistance of the saliva from Domino’s blowjob, met with minimal resistance as it spread her ass. It hurt a fair bit at first, but the chilled nature of Rocky’s cock seemed to help with that. Her ass squeezed and clamped on Rocky’s cock while her pussy spasmed around Fizzy’s. The boys bucked their hips up, shoving their lengths deeper into Domino.
They started slow and gentle, letting Domino get comfortable. When she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Fizzy’s, and wrapped her tail around Rocky’s middle to pull him closer, the two through caution to the wind. Fizzy rocketed his hips, pounding at Domino’s pizza pussy even harder than before. Rocky showed a bit more restraint, going a bit slower than Fizzy and leaning in nibbling gently on Domino’s neck. She moaned as she pulled her lips away from Fizzy, turning her attention to Rocky. She had to crane her neck a bit awkwardly, but she succeeded in latching her lips to Rocky’s, exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue.
“Oh fuck,” moaned Domino, chewing on her lip gently and jerking her hips down to force more cock into her holes. “I’m gonna cheese!” Domino squealed as she felt her orgasm wrack her body, her ass and cunt convulsing around the cocks inside them. Cheese squirted from her pussy, spraying greasy pizza marecum out and onto the floor. The boys shared a glance before sliding themselves out of Domino, dropping her gently into the pool of her own cheese-cum.
“Oh God… Fuck, that was good.” Domino tried to stand, but was stopped by a hoof from Fizzy. She sat back down, a bit confused. “What…?”
“We promised you a float, didn’t we?” said Fizzy, stroking his cock vigorously. Rocky slid into position next to him, stroking his cock in tandem. Domino giggled as she understood, closing her eyes and holding her mouth open to accept her “float”.
Fizzy popped first, letting out a groan as his cock erupted, sending streams of frothy, delicious cola raining down onto Domino’s waiting face. Rocky followed close behind, stroking his cock until ice cream spewed out onto Domino. She caught as much soda and ice cream as she could in her mouth, greedily lapping up and swallowing the deliciously sweet treat. The last few gobs of “cum” splattered onto Domino’s face, and the boys dropped down to the floor next to her.
“So…” panted Fizzy. “How was it?”
“Delicious,” huffed Domino, licking some residual ice cream from her lips. “Your friend is great. Where the hell was he when you ordered me?”
“We should definitely hang out more,” said Rocky. “We can do movie night at my place on Friday, if you’re free.”
“Absolutely.” Domino shakily stood up, grabbing a hand towel from the counter to wipe her face. “Maybe grab some grub, too. Obviously, pizza is off the table.”
“Hot wings?” suggested Fizzy. “I know of a place that has some good looking mares.”
“Do you ever get food that you can’t fuck?” asked Domino with a smirk. Fizzy chuckled, shaking his head.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Oh, shit, I forgot, I should pay you.” Domino chuckled, scratching a hoof through her cheesy mane. “How much do I owe you?”
Fizzy and Rocky shared a look, doing some math in their heads. Somehow, they had managed to fuck a beautiful mare, get some good pizza, and get a new hang-out buddy, and she was trying to pay them for it.
“It’s on the house.”