Baker's Delight

by LuxBrony

Rating: mature
Tags: Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Sex, Pinkie Pie, Mr. Cake
Length: 5705

Cream Grass, an earth pony who was abandoned by her parents after failing to get into a prestigious Canterlot culinary school, finds work in Ponyville as Pinkie Pie's assistant at Sugarcube Corner.

Cream Grass' lifelong goal was to become one of the best chefs in Equestria.
Unfortunately, she didn't expect the members of Canterlot's best culinary academy to be so unaccepting of a simple earth pony.
Disowned by her farmer mother after escaping the torture of culinary school, Cream searches for a new calling, and one Mr. Cake offers her the opportunity she might have been looking for, at Sugarcube Corner. She's offered a paycheck and even housing, in return for assisting in the creation of the shop's treats.

However, she didn't know that she'd be working for somepony other than the Cakes...

Published 2013-07-11 22:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-16 20:41:30 UTC

Day 1: A New Baker

Day 1

How did it end up like this? I really don't know anymore. I had so many aspirations to become the most wonderful chef in Equestria, but I guess I never really had this planned out. From auditioning (and failing) to be a head chef in Canterlot, to getting kicked out and working at some low-class shop called "Sugarcube Corner." Still, working full-time at Ponyville's "best" bakery isn't so bad. The shop owners are nice, and were kind enough to let me stay upstairs once I arrived, without having to pay anything out-of-pocket.

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Cream Grass. Silly name, I know, but it's only because my parents named me after my coat color.
My parents...

They told me that their only daughter should have been part of the family business, working on our hay and vegetable farm, nearly a hundred miles from civilization. But...

I HATE farming! All that hot sun, sweaty work, everything! I'm just not cut out for it. Working with food is where I'm most comfortable. My mother never understood why I wrote recipes so much, even for food we never made before, but I did. I wanted so much more for us, to eat more than simple flowers and hay and everything but what we grew ourselves. I don't think I'd ever seen my parents laugh so hard as when I told them I wanted to go to Canterlot's best culinary academy. My dad couldn't form a sentence, he was breathing so poorly, and my mother glared at me in-between fits of hysterics. She told me, 'Go ahead, try it. The moment they see ya', they'll kick ya' out!' I knew that ponies might laugh at me, an earth pony trying to compete with unicorns, especially with such delicate work, but I didn't think they could be that cruel.

I was wrong. Horribly, unbelieveably wrong.

Not only did I have to do more than twice the work to get in as the rest of the students, none of the teachers took me seriously! They babied me through the simplest of steps, ones I'd mastered before, and would abandon me the minute I started to try and work ahead. They never answered when I asked questions, and the students weren't much help either. I couldn't afford an apartment, so I tried to live in the dorms, but the mares there made life a living hell for me. I would come to my single room every day, just to find something torn up or broken, or even find the entire room in tatters. I just couldn't handle it.

I came home several months later. Strolling down our farmland's winding road, I could barely see my mother sitting on our front porch, a dark brown beer bottle next to her. I knew she would be expecting me; she had recieved every letter I sent, even though she never sent any back. As I stepped up on the porch, I saw that she had a wide, smug grin on her face. The way she looked at me sent chills up my spine.

'I'm sorry, mom,' I had said. 'I tried my best.' I stepped towards the door to go inside, but suddenly felt something break over my head and just toppled over. I really don't remember much of what happened in those few moments, except hearing, 'who the hell do you think you are, trying to step into MY house?'

Standing up, I put a hoof on the back of my head, and felt something wet. It stung horribly, and I fought to hold back tears as I turned to my mother.

'Why did you do that? I'm your daughter!'

My mother's grin instantly faded, her visage twisting into a jagged grimace. 'You ain't no daughter o' mine. No daughter o' mine woulda' left her ma' and pa' to rot alone in some Celestia-damned farm! No, you ain't her. You ain't mah Cream. Not anymore.'

So I left. I stopped sending letters, and I never heard from them again. I don't know what my father would have said, but it doesn't matter anymore. 4 months passed, and I had been holding my own in a small, dirty town, working odd-jobs until one day I saw an advertisement for a Ponyville bakery. The stallion putting it up told me he could use some help in the shop, and he was looking for anypony with cooking skills to apply. I told him I'd need a place to stay if I came, and he just smiled.

'Well, then don't we have something for you,' he said.

'What is it?' I asked.

'How 'bout we take a small fee from your paycheck, and you can stay in one of the rooms upstairs.'

'Wow! Do you mean it?'

'Sure. I'll give you a few days to get your things ready, and I'll have a carriage sent here to pick you up and off to Ponyville.'

And here I am now, just a few hours away from my first real job. No more scrounging around for bits, no more shying away from ponies to avoid their glares and harsh looks.

I just hope this turns out okay.

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"Welcome to Sugarcube Corner!"

Cream Grass gently shut her journal with her hooves and placed it into her saddlebags as she heard a familiar stallion's voice outside of the carriage. Carrot Cake stepped over to the side and helped her out of it, paying the drivers generously before waving them off. Cream had missed much of the town she passed by while writing, and took a moment to take in the shop before her. It looked as delicious as the name implied, and her brain stuttered for a moment as she felt her mouth salivate eagerly.

"I can tell you've never seen something like our shop before," he chuckled, nudging her shoulder. "My wife and I worked very hard to make this shop look as appealing as we could. Come on in, and I'll show you to your room."

Cream followed the shop owner through the front door, taking in the sweet smell of baked goods and smiling slightly. Nopony was in the shop at the moment, aside from a light blue mare waiting patiently at the register. She waved for Cream to come over, and nudged a small piece of paper across the counter towards her.

"Hello, I'm Cup Cake, the co-owner of Sugarcube corner," she said, smiling. "I'm happy to have some new help here. All I need you to do right now is sign a little bit of paperwork, and you'll be set to move in." Cup Cake looked around Cream, noticing that the mare was carrying only a small pair of saddlebags. "Where are your belongings, honey?"

Cream blushed slightly, looking down. "T-these are my belongings, ma'am."

Cup Cake coughed lightly as she caught on to the nervous stare her husband was giving her, realizing her mistake. "Oh, that's alright," she said anxiously. "I'm sorry, I didn't know any better."

"It's no problem. Let me get my pen from my bag."

Cream reached around and deftly drew out a small black pen in her mouth and began to read the contract in her head.

Full work and full pay, rent taken only from my paycheck, insurance coverages... Cream gasped and nearly choked on the pen, astonished at the paper's contents.

"You're really doing all this for me? You don't even know how well I can bake." Carrot Cake grinned heartily.

"Of course we are! We provide a lot of care for ponies helping us, so long as they do their best work in the shop."

Cream raised an eyebrow. "What's the catch?"

Carrot and Cup exchanged looks for a moment, inciting Cream to read the rest of the contract. ...provided that the signee cooperates with other assistants...

"You have more ponies working here? But it's such a small shop!" Cream gasped, surprised.

Cup Cake spoke up quickly. "It's only one other mare. We spend so much time with our foals and trying to advertise elsewhere, we leave most of the work here up to her now. I do hope you'll get along with her." she said, holding back a frown.

"Oh, I don't think it should be much of a problem," Cream replied cheerily, hoping that what she said would be true.

"In that case," Carrot broke in, "How about you take the contract and head upstairs? Your room should be at the end of the hall, on the right."

Cream nodded slowly, picking up the contract in her mouth and taking her leave towards the stairs, unaware of the silent sighs of relief coming from the shopowners behind her. She made her way up the creaking staircase and winced slightly as the fading light from outside the hall window got into her eyes, Leaning her head down, she eyed the walls and ceiling as she looked for her room. Unlike the eccentric exterior, the second floor of the shop was very quaint, and made of a very sturdy wood, one that Cream couldn't remember the name of. She passed two rooms across from one another, one of which had a small sign on it that read "Enter with caution." Must be their children's room, she thought to her self, chuckling quietly. She saw two more doors down the hall, and approached the one to her right. She raised her hoof to open it, but looked curiously at the slightly ajar one behind her.

"Can't hurt to take a look, I guess."

Cream turned around and quietly pushed the open door, hoping she wouldn't knock anything over behind it. Inside, she saw a small bed covered in a flowery spread with balloons on it. The ceiling boasted a small fan, as well as several large dents that would have confused Cream, had she not locked her attention to the bed. Laying on it was a pink earth pony with a fluffy, air-soft mane and tail. She slept quietly, the grin on her face widening and her ears twitching as she dreamed. Cream looked at the clock on the mare's wall, which read just after 6:00 P.M. Must've had a hard day, Cream wondered. Scanning the mare's body, she noticed the mare's cutie mark: a set of colored party balloons. Given where she was, this mare was likely the other pony mentioned in the contract. But why were Cup and Carrot Cake acting like that? Cream couldn't find anything wrong with her. As a matter of fact, Cream actually thought she was beautiful, just sleeping peacefully. Suddenly, she realized just how long she had been watching the mare sleep and felt the burning in her cheeks growing. Embarrassed, she rushed to close the door, slowing down only to make sure that it didn't make too much noise.

"I shouldn't stare at somepony like that when they're sleeping!" she chastised herself, shaking her head. "Even if they're as pretty as she is." she added.

Hastily, she entered her room, which vaguely resembled the other room, sans ceiling dents. Laying her bags down beside the bed, she plopped down onto it, smiling lazily.

"It's so nice to have a real bed again," she whispered, yawning. "Maybe getting a nap wouldn't be such a bad idea." She turned over onto her side and closed her eyes, the image of the pink mare appearing in her mind. She couldn't understand why, but there was something special about her, something she couldn't pin down. Cream wasn't into mares at all, and didn't think anything inappropriate about her, but something about the pink pony made Cream want to keep thinking about her anyway. Drifting into unconsciousness, it was all Cream could do.

Author's Note

I took some artist's liberty in my view of the shop's second floor. Oh well.

Hope you all enjoy!
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Day 2: A View on a Mare

Cream awoke to the sound of hoofsteps trudging through the hallway outside her door. Feeling groggy, she stretched her forelegs wide over her head as she sat up, looking over to the wall clock. It which read 6:34 in the morning. Cream sat up slowly, her brain slowly winding up, remembering where she was. She looked down and rubbed the matress longingly, grateful for a good night's sleep for the first time in months. She let out a long, silent yawn and stood up off of the bed, checking her mane in the small mirror the Cakes had placed above the room's dresser. The mare let out a half-satisfied sigh and trotted out of her room, trying not to wake anypony who might still be asleep. The only door open was the Cakes', and Cream noticed that only the blue mare was still in bed. Cream walked slowly to the stairs at the end of the hall and took extra care not to let them creak. She saw Carrot Cake sitting at the counter downstairs, reading a newspaper and sipping a small mug of coffee.

"Good morning, Mr. Cake."

He looked up slowly, the coffee not quite in effect.

"Hello, Cream. Did you sleep well?" he asked quietly, managing something of a smile.

Cream nodded. "To be honest, it was the best sleep I've had in a long time. Thank you, again, Mr. Cake."

The stallion beamed for a moment. "Please, just call me Carrot."

"I prefer to stick with formalities, if you'll let me," Cream said, blushing slightly as Carrot Cake smirked at her.

"Alright, then, Cream Grass. 'Mr. Cake' it is." he chuckled, returning to his paper. "You can head into the kitchen if you'd like something to eat. I have some bagels ready just for us."

Licking her lips, Cream started towards the kitchen, but froze when she heard a sound behind her. It sounded like hoofsteps at first, but quickened to what sounded like a full sprint. She could hear it barreling down the stairs, and turned around just in time to see a pink blur rush into her face. It toppled over her, and Cream fell onto her back, her head colliding with the floor in a resounding *thunk*. She tried opening her eyes, but was met with a strange, pink fuzz in her face. Slowly, it lifted itself off of her, and soon her cheeks flushed bright red as she saw the large, pink rump just over her head.

"Sorry! I kinda came down the stairs too fast..." a voice said nervously below her head.

"You're ALWAYS coming down the stairs too fast, Pinkie Pie." Carrot remarked dully.

Cream Grass remained still, forming soundless words in her mouth as she tried to figure out the situation. The pony above her was obviously a mare; were it not for the exposed vulva just over her snout, Cream would have figured it out from the pony's cheery, almost shrill voice. For some reason, though, she seemed oddly familiar to Cream. The pink mare lifted herself up off of Cream, and turned around to look at her, confused.

"What's with that look on your face? Oh no, did I hurt you?" Pinkie Pie asked, concerned. Regaining her focus, Cream shook her head quickly and stood up.

"No, no, I-I'm fine. Just a bit startled. And who are yo-!" she choked mid-sentence, now getting a full view of the mare in front of her. It was the beautiful mare from the night before, the one Cream had caught herself staring at.

"Me? Oh, I'm Pinkie Pie," the pink pony said excitedly, answering Cream's incomplete question while bouncing in place. "I work here for the Cakes! Are you the pony they told me would be coming?"

Carrot Cake broke in. "Yes, Pinkie, she is. She's going to be helping you out here while Cup and I head to Canterlot for the next few weeks."

Cream opened her mouth to speak, but recoiled when Pinkie Pie turned from Carrot Cake back to her in an instant. "Oooh, this'll be so much fun!"

The pink mare's mouth almost appeared to be a blur as she spoke, endlessly assaulting Cream's ears with words, phrases, and quips that made no sense to her. Is this really the mare I saw last night? Cream thought in disbelief.

"...And so THEN I told him, 'Oatmeal? Are you CRAZY?!'-" Cream lightly put her hoof on Pinkie Pie's mouth, half-afraid that she might take offense. The pink mare stopped moving, and laid her eyes directly on Cream silently.

"That's all really nice, but, um..." Cream stammered, unprepared to have made the entire room's attention on herself. She counted herself lucky as Carrot Cake stepped in-between them, having finished his coffee.

"Pinkie Pie, I want you to show Cream here the ropes, today. She's going to help you bake all the treats the shop will put out for the next couple weeks, and we're expecting some big party orders to be picked up during that time. Do you think you can help her out?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Cake!" Pinkie chirped, nodding.

Satisfied, Carrot Cake made his way up the stairs and left the two mares alone in the shop's main floor. Cream wordlessly turned and entered the kitchen, observing the various shelves and cabinets around it. Pinkie Pie followed her in, more intrigued by the pleasant smell eminating from a nearby counter. Physics did a double-take as Pinkie hovered into the room, smiling giddily and snatching a still-hot bagel from the plate on the counter. She moaned in bliss, earning a strange stare from Cream as she watched the pink pony slowly float down to the floor. Fully convinced that the disturbance had disappeared, physics resumed its earlier business, hoping to avoid another scare. Pinkie Pie spoke up as she practically inhaled the last of her bagel.

"So, where are you from, uh...?"

"Cream. My name is Cream Grass." Cream said bitterly, briefly looking down to the floor. "If you don't mind, I-I'd rather not talk about where I'm from."

"Oh? Well, okay then. If you change your mind, tell me though, Cream!" Pinkie chirped, making the dark thoughts in Cream's head suddenly disappeared. "I guess we should start cooking, then, if you're gonna learn how to make Sugarcube Corner's awesome treats!"

Out of the blue, Pinkie Pie began singing and bouncing around the room, going on about the ingredients of cupcakes. Cream had made them before, but couldn't take her eyes off of Pinkie Pie as the song continued. She only noticed then that she had been smiling wide the entire she had been in the kitchen. Was Pinkie's attitude that infectious? she wondered. She jumped as Pinkie Pie laid a hoof on her shoulder and pulled her close.

"Didja' get all of that?" Pinkie asked, showing no signs of fatigue after her number.

"I... think so." Cream said apprehensively.

"Good! Now repeat it back to me." Pinkie ordered, her sudden look of seriousness broken by her poorly restrained giggles.

"Wait, what? What do you mean, repeat it?" Cream cried in surprise.

"I mean, I want you to sing it back to me!"

"I can't do all that! I..."

Pinkie Pie and Cream argued for the next hour while the Cake's began to set up the front. Cream was dumbfounded by how Pinkie overcomplicated the simplest cooking techniques, while Pinkie was too busy having fun with her new guest to notice Cream's utter confusion. The kitchen had become a mess, with various cooking ingredients and utensils scattered about the room.

"...And that's how you finish icing a triple-layered blueberry-blitz cake!" Pinkie said, almost yelling in excitement and knocking over the treat on the counter. She had several splotches of bright blue icing covering her mane, tail, and coat, but was as happy as could be. Cream, on the other hand, while equally coated in icing, was hastily going over some notes she had written on a scrap piece of paper.

"But where does the wine corkscrew come in? And you completely skipped step 5, right after you put the blueberries in the blender," she complained. "I don't get it!" Pinkie only giggled cutely, making Cream look up from her pad. "What's so funny?"

Pinkie giggled again, plopping her rear onto the floor and covering her mouth with a hoof. "You look so funny with that icing all over you!"

Cream scrunched her nose up and glared at the pink mare. "You have icing on you too, you know! More than me, even!"

In an instant, Pinkie jumped up and began running around in circles after her tail. "Where, where?!" she chanted frantically. She ran over to Cream quickly, who leaned back slightly as Pinkie bent over and flung her tail over Cream's head, exposing herself to the beige mare for the second time that morning.

"Did I sit in any?" she asked, covering her head with her hooves on the floor. Cream felt the burning in her cheeks return as she stared right into Pinkie's rump. Indeed, the pink mare had plopped herself onto a cupcake made earlier, its light yellow frosting lining her plot and complimenting her coat color. Cream's mind screamed for her to look away, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the round, plump cheeks. After a few moments of silence, Pinkie looked behind herself and studied the conflicted expression on Cream's face. She instantly drew her tail down over Cream's eyes, making the beige mare gasp in surprise.

"Staring at me like that doesn't help!" Pinkie teased, tsking at Cream in mock-disappointment and narrowing her eyes. "I wonder what you were thinking, looking at me without saying anything!"

Cream's mind instantly lurched into gear, and a volley of words tumbled out of her mouth. "I didn't- I mean, I didn't want- Uh...!" She swiped the fuzzy tail off of her face and looking Pinkie in the eyes embarrassedly. Pinkie lowered her rear out of Cream's face and moved towards the kitchen exit while returning Cream's stare.

"I just realized that I did accidentally sit in something. I'll go get some towels for us, and I'll clean myself up in the bathroom. Don't need you getting all flustered at me cleaning myself, now do we?" Pinkie said coyly, grinning as she left Cream to simmer down in her own head.

"What just happened?"

Author's Note

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Hope you all enjoy!
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Night 2: 20/20 Vision

Several hours later, Pinkie Pie and Cream finished up three large double-decker cakes for a unicorn preparing for a party. Cream sighed in exhaustion as he left the store carrying the cakes magically and floated his payment to the counter. Pinkie swiped it up and into the register, smiling as the drawer clicked shut.

"Let's go take a break! We're just about done for the day, and I'm pretty tired." She said, trotting into the kitchen. Cream only nodded in agreement and followed her in. Pinkie fetched two small drinking glasses and filled them with water, leaving one near the sink for the beige mare. Cream eagerly downed the drink, sighing happily as it cooled her parched throat.

"You know, this isn't so bad. I could get used to this." she said to no one in particular. Pinkie smiled warmly and patted Cream on the shoulder.

"It's pretty nice, yeah. We're going to be cleaning up alone, though. The Cakes are going to be out late tonight, I think. They took the foals with them, too. I'm not sure why, though."

"Alright, then. I'll go get the-" Cream was interrupted by the bell above the door, signaling a surprise customer. Quickly, Pinkie Pie ran to the front counter, followed by Cream.

"Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! What can I-"

"I know where I am, miss," a gray stallion retorted, sneering at Pinkie Pie over his snout. "Do you all sell donuts in this place by any chance?"

"Sure thing! Would you like to buy any? We can give you a sample, if you'd like." Pinkie chirped. The stallion sniffed at her remark, making Cream glare at him over Pinkie's shoulder. She wanted to say something, but she didn't want to interrupt a sale. Bad for business, Pinkie had said.

"I don't need one. I just need three dozen donuts, pronto. I don't care to find out if they're any good or not." he said, tapping his hoof on the counter for emphasis. Cream could feel her blood boiling at his brash attitude.

"Alright! We'll get right on it!" In a flash, Pinkie snatched three large paper boxes from under the counter and began filling them row-by-row with donuts from the display. After a few moments, she closed and stacked the last box, meeting the stallions sneer with a cheery smile.

"Here you go sir!"

The stallion hmphed in annoyance, leaving a pile of bits on the counter and taking the boxes onto his back. "About time."

"Have a good night, sir!" Pinkie called, waving him off as he closed the door. Pinkie Pie turned and walked silently into the kitchen, leaving a frustrated and confused Cream at the counter. She rushed into the kitchen after a few moments and tapped on Pinkie's shoulder, who was busy picking up some fruit.

"Hey! Why did you take that from him?" She asked. Pinkie only held her smile as she replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"He was so rude! He even insulted the food without even trying it! Are you just gonna let him walk all over you like that?"

Pinkie shrugged. "He was okay, I guess." She paused to think for a moment. "I liked his eyes!" she said, turning back towards the fruit.

"Pinkie! You need to stop letting people take advantage of you. You have to stand up for-"

*bonk*

Cream flinched as a small, soft projectile landed in the center of her forehead. She looked at the floor and found a small cherry, one that she'd rejected to use in one of the tarts she had made.

"That's not what I meant! I meant that-"

*boink* Another cherry. Pinkie giggled teasingly, holding the box of cherries in her hoof.

"I catch on quick, don't I?" she closed her eyes as she laughed, giving Cream the perfect chance to exact her revenge. She snatched a small wad of prepared dough off of the counter and hurled it at the pink mare, who was immediately silenced by the projectile landing in her nose. She scrunched up her snout as she wiped off the dough, smirking evilly.

"Oh, it's on!" Pinkie Pie grabbed a whisk from a nearby bowl of chocolate and whipped her head around, smearing the sticky substance all over the beige mare's coat. Cream retaliated by taking a nearby jar of frosting and slung its contents all over Pinkie. Moments later, each mare was covered in chocolate and sugar, slightly exhausted and panting on the floor.

"I didn't like the way he was treating you, you know," Cream piped up suddenly. "You don't deserve it!"

Pinkie stood up and looked at her, half-concerned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're a good pony, Pinkie!" Cream cried, bringing herself up to the look the pink mare in her eyes. "You work so hard here, and by yourself, even! Someone like him shouldn't talk to you like that. I love working here with you, and I won't stand for ponies treating you like he did!"

"Really?" Pinkie asked quietly, cocking her head slightly. Cream nodded. "Does that mean you love me, too?"

Cream froze, unable to answer the unexpected question. Suddenly, she felt a warm sensation on her cheek as Pinkie licked some of the chocolate off of her face.

"Wha-wha-what are you doing, Pinkie?" Cream asked nervously, surprised by the mare's calm smile.

"I was just tasting some of the chocolate, silly! To see if it was any good."

"The chocolate on my face though?"

"Is that a problem?" Pinkie looked innocently at Cream, edging towards the blushing mare slowly. Cream stiffened as she felt Pinkie pass her face and place her lips on Cream's sticky neck, relaxing slightly as Pinkie drew her tongue down. Silently, Cream backed up slowly while Pinkie pushed her forward, until Cream bumped into the counter.

"Get up there so I can help you clean up," Pinkie said quietly, nudging the beige mare's chest. Cream thoughtlessly did as she was told, holding back a moan as Pinkie placed her mouth over one of her pale teats. What am I doing? she cried mentally. I shouldn't be doing this! Why can't I do anything?

"Gosh, you got really messy, didn't you?" Pinkie asked playfully, running her hoof in circles in Cream's stomach. Her hoof darted down to Cream's exposed nethers and caressed the edges of her entrance, making the beige mare shiver in pleasure.

"See, THIS is the really messy spot, don't you think?" she continued, holding up her hoof for Cream to see. Cream nodded as she stared at the hoof, covered a little by chocolate and frosting, as well as a whole lot of herself. "We need to get you cleaned up before the Cakes come home..." Cream closed her eyes slowly, breathing slowly in an attempt to calm her nerves. Her third breath came in lungfuls as she felt something wet enter her crevice, making her jump slightly. Cream let out a low whine as the wet object retreated for a moment, and moaned ecstatically as Pinkie's hoof replaced it, with even greater enthusiasm.

"I had no idea you were enjoying this so much! I didn't know you were waiting for this for so long!"

"I-I'm wasn't! It's just that you- Hah~hh- keep..." Cream tried to object, unable to form a complete sentence. The edge of Pinkie's hoof gracefully slid in and out of her, occasionally grazing her bud, making her legs spasm erratically.

"We really- Hah~h- need to stop, Pinkie..."

Pinkie grinned slightly. "I wouldn't be doing so much if you weren't moving with my hoof."

"Wha? I'm not..." Cream managed to crack open her eyes to see that she was gyrating with the hoof below her. She let out an uncontrollable moan as Pinkie's hoof lurched forward.

"Ah, your voice is so cute right now! I might need a little more noise if I'm going to keep going." Pinkie said, slowing the movements of her hoof. Cream whined eagerly, unconsciously following Pinkie's hoof as it retreated. Suddenly, Cream felt the pink mare latch onto another of her teats, sighing blissfully. While the beige mare was distracted, she leaned her soaked hoof into a nearby bowl of cream icing, slathering it all over Cream's nethers. The vast majority of it entered her now dripping cleft, and her brain felt like static.

"You're so tight, Cream! Is this something you don't do normally?" Pinkie teased again.

Ignoring the question, Cream let out a long, throaty moan and shifted forward on the counter, now riding Pinkie's hoof as she increased the speed of her thrusts. What am I doing? she thought, barely able to focus on anything. She didn't want to reject the feelings she had right now; she wanted to embrace them, to take them in to their fullest, much like the hoof she was trying so very hard to crush between her thighs.

"I-I'm almost there, Pinkie!" she cried, her moans raising in pitch and shortening to blissful squeaks and cries. Pinkie took her tongue and began swirling it around Cream's hardened clit, making the beige mare take in huge lungfuls of air. Pinkie gently nibbled on it, giving Cream a sensation she had never experienced before. Cream thought she might pass out soon if she didn't finish. Luckily, she felt the familiar burning sensation in her stomach, which traveled throughout her body. Pinkie sensed the tightening of Cream's nethers and eagerly replaced her hoof with her mouth and tongue, lapping up the cream starting to spill out.

"Aaaa~AAAHHHH~hhh-" Cream cried out in ecstasy as she felt the wet organ return, sending her over the edge. Cream's whole body spasmed erratically as her mind blanked for several moments, only able to see white. She didn't know what kind of noises she was making, but she didn't care. She only wanted to enjoy this moment, this wonderful sensation Pinkie had given her. Pinkie pressed her face into Cream's crotch and began swallowing mouthfuls of cream and Cream's juices eagerly, not wanting to miss any of the precious substance. After she was sure that Cream was fully cleaned, she looked back up to the spent mare on the counter, ignoring the mixture of creams on her chin dripping to the floor.

"I... Pinkie..." Cream couldn't form a sentence; her body was numb and her mind even number. She felt as if she had done the Running of the Leaves forwards and back in just a few minutes. Pinkie let her tongue run across her soaked hoof once, grabbing the attention of the mare above her. Slowly and thoughtlessly, she leaned forward onto the floor and silently placed her mouth onto Pinkie's hoof. Her tongue traced along it delicately, following the edge until she reached Pinkie's face. She paused for a moment, her half-lidded eyes gazing into Pinkie's intrigued ones. They both leaned forward tentatively, but Pinkie withdrew suddenly, leaving Cream hanging in mid-air. At that moment, Cream's legs gave out and she collapsed onto the floor. As her eyes shut, she could feel Pinkie silently place a light kiss on her forehead and say something. She couldn't tell what it was, but everything went dark before she could try and ask.

Author's Note

To be honest, I kinda flew through the last few bits. I got so into the story, my fingers started going numb from typing.
I actually split the second chapter into two parts, (day and night) since it would have been HUGE otherwise.
I don't know when the next few chapters will be out, but I hope you enjoyed the story so far!
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