Pumpkin Pie
By Alaborn
Standard disclaimer: This is a not for profit fan work. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is copyright Hasbro, Inc. I make no claim to any copyrighted material mentioned herein.
Further disclaimer: Contains clop. For mature audiences only. All characters, although fictional, are intended to portray consenting adults.
Pumpkin Cake sighed as she wiped down the counter for the third time that evening. It was her least favorite time of the day. Her favorite was the morning rush, when ponies would enjoy breakfast and buy some of her baked goods to take home. Lunch rush was always busy, though fewer ponies stayed to enjoy their treats. And the late afternoon brought the schoolfoals. They may not buy a lot, but seeing their happy faces while enjoying a cookie or milkshake always made her smile.
But traffic was always slow for the last hour of the workday. Most ponies were having dinner with their families. The ones who did come in were typically older, looking to pick up the day's leftovers at a discount.
Pumpkin Cake looked over to Sugar Cookie, who was busy boxing the leftover muffins for the next day's half off bin. The young earth pony mare was very helpful during the lunch rush and loved serving the foals, but the shop didn't need two workers right now. “Why don't you head home?” Pumpkin Cake said. “I'll finish up.”
“You sure, boss?” Sugar Cookie replied.
Pumpkin Cake nodded. “Yes. You go have fun.”
Sugar Cookie finished packing the boxes she was working on before heading back to the kitchen. She tossed her apron in the hamper and dashed out the front door, the little bell hanging from it ringing. Pumpkin Cake wished she had her employee's energy, but after being on her hooves since four o'clock in the morning, it was hard to think of going out for the evening.
Pumpkin Cake levitated a glass of water from the kitchen and carried it over to one of the shop's tables. She sat down and took a sip, thinking. Had it really been six years since she took over? It had been. Her parents retired to Mihaymi, if you can count opening a seaside cafe as retiring, and left her family's legacy, Sugarcube Corner, to her. The pumpkin cake that was her cutie mark showed that she inherited her parents' talent for baking. She loved to bake. But....
There's always a but, she thought. She felt like she was missing out on so much. The ponies her age always talked about fun parties, about friends and coltfriends and marefriends. The closest she ever got to parties was when Pinkie Pie hosted a party in Sugarcube Corner. Even then, she rarely stayed more than an hour before exhaustion claimed her.
She sighed again. Even her brother, Pound Cake, was having more fun than her, and he was in the middle of training for the Royal Guard. Some of the stories from his letters....
“Looks like somepony need a cupcake to make her smile!”
“Hi, Aunt Pinkie,” Pumpkin Cake said without looking up. Even if she hadn't recognized the voice, the fact that the door hadn't chimed meant there was only one pony it could be.
The older pink mare placed her hoof under Pumpkin Cake's chin and lifted her head. She had a smile on her face, that same huge grin that couldn't help but make Pumpkin Cake happy. It had been that way for as long as she could remember.
“So, tell Aunt Pinkie what's got you down in the dumps,” she said. “My twitchy tail and itchy hoof told me that somepony needs some advice!”
“I'm fine,” Pumpkin Cake replied. “It's just I'm feeling like I'm missing out on something important.”
“Ooh! Floppy ear, blinky eye!” Pinkie Pie announced. “That means you're thinking about a colt! Who is it? Come on, you can tell your Aunt Pinkie!”
“Well, there's somepony who comes by a lot. You know Rainbow Blitz?”
“Ooh, Blitzy is my favorite nephew! Or at least my favorite rainbow-maned nephew!” Pinkie Pie said
“You know how Sunday is pie day? He comes to the shop every Sunday. But lately, he's been coming on other days. He looks around for a while, then he asks about pie, and I tell him there's no pie, and suggest something else to eat.”
“Sounds like somepony has a crush on you!” Pinkie Pie singsonged.
“But how can I know?” Pumpkin Cake asked. “I mean, maybe if I talked to him at a party or something, but because of my job, our paths just don't intersect.”
“Do you like him? Like like him?” Pinkie Pie said, winking.
“Yes. He's kind and friendly and loves to laugh. And he's a total stud,” Pumpkin Cake said. Thinking of that chiseled jaw, that muscular barrel, those taut flanks... the shop suddenly felt a lot warmer.
“Then let your Aunt Pinkie teach you a lesson about this colt.”
Pumpkin Cake blinked, and suddenly there was a chalkboard in the room, complete with chalk illustrations of three pegasi and a number of scribbled notes. Pinkie Pie was wearing glasses and had her mane pulled back in a style that immediately called to mind the classic schoolmarm. She took a wooden pointer to the chalkboard and began her lesson.
“To understand Rainbow Blitz, you should start by looking at his parents, Rainbow Dash and Soarin'.” Pinkie Pie pointed in turn to their illustrations. “Think about his traits, and ask yourself, who does he take after? Let's start with an easy one, his mane color.”
“Obviously from his mother,” Pumpkin Cake said.
“And his coat color?”
“From his father.” His pale blue coat was just a hint bluer than his father's.
“His love of pie?”
“Father, again.”
“His flying talent?”
Pumpkin Cake scratched her head. “His mother?”
“Ooh, close!” Pinkie Pie said. “He has his father's speed and his mother's maneuverability, at least if you believe those hacks writing in Young Flier Magazine. Now, how about his obliviousness?”
“His what?”
“His obliviousness!”
“I'm afraid I don't follow.”
Something buzzed. “I'm sorry, the correct answer is from both of them,” Pinkie Pie said. “Back when I was your age, it was obvious to everypony that Rainbow Dash and Soarin' were totally into each other, but they never did anything to act on their feelings. I mean, if it wasn't for that party at Sweet Apple Acres and the incident with the pie, they may never have got together!” Pinkie Pie smiled. “I have no idea how an entire bottle of Apple Family apple brandy made it into that pie I made for them.”
“Oh, Pinkie,” Pumpkin Cake said. “I don't want to get him drunk, just find out, you know, if he really likes me.”
“Then ask him in a way he can't possibly misconstrue,” Pinkie Pie said. “And remember, like they always say, the way to a stallion's heart is through his stomach!”
Pumpkin Cake nodded and thought for a few moments. Then she smiled. “I think I know just what to do. But for my plan to work, I need a flaky pie crust that will cook to a golden brown at a very low temperature.”
“Say no more!” Pinkie Pie said. She was now wearing goggles and a white lab coat. “To the kitchen laboratory!”
Pumpkin Cake felt invigorated as she and Pinkie Pie started rolling out dough. She had no idea where Pinkie Pie had found all the strange ingredients she had pulled out; most of them looked like they belonged in an alchemist's lab instead of a kitchen. For hours, they experimented, first checking each new dough for flavor, then checking the results in the oven.
“And this one is as low as we can go!” Pinkie Pie said. She flipped the dough into the air, and it landed on Pumpkin Cake's back. “And it won't take anything more than your body heat to bake that!”
“Wow, that's some incredible work!” Pumpkin Cake said.
“Always happy to help,” Pinkie Pie said. “You look good enough to eat!”
Pumpkin Cake smiled. “That's the idea.”
The next day, Blitz stopped by Sugarcube Corner. Pumpkin Cake observed him closely. She could see moisture clinging to him; he had probably just flown through a raincloud after another afternoon of flight practice. His eyes looked over the display case, then her, then the display case again, then back to her.
“Uh, pie?” Blitz finally said.
“There's no pie today,” Pumpkin Cake said. “But if you're interested, I'm working on a new recipe. Are you free tomorrow for a little pie tasting?”
Blitz's eyes widened and his wings rose slightly. “I'd... I'd love to!” he uttered. He looked back, and then folded his wings tightly against him. “Tomorrow? Yes, I can do tomorrow. When?”
“Come over at eight o'clock in the evening.” Pumpkin Cake smiled. “Bring your appetite.”
Pumpkin Cake scurried around the kitchen. Every surface was covered in pie crust made with that strange white powder Pinkie Pie had found. Every burner on the stove was covered with a large pot, filled with simmering cherry pie filling. A piping bag filled with sweetened whipped cream rested in a tub of ice. It looked like everything was ready. She lifted a wooden spoon to her mouth and tasted the sweet cherry pie filling. The warm filling was the temperature of bathwater, and the perfect balance of sweet and tart. “Delicious,” she said.
She lined the bottom of a special springform pan with the crust and then poured in the filling. The pie didn't even need to go in the oven; the filling alone would cook it, albeit at a much slower pace. That was the reason for the lateness of her invitation to Blitz.
Finally, Pumpkin Cake concentrated, lifting the pie, the top crust, and the whipped cream with her magic. She carried the items carefully into another room, for final assembly. She made a quick check to ensure everything else was in place for her date before returning.
Pumpkin Cake lifted the top pie crust into the air and cut holes into it She then settled in and got comfortable, and finally placed the top crust on the pie. A light magical pressure completed the seal and fluted the edges.
The anticipation felt so good.
Blitz barreled his way through several clouds, letting the cool rainwater soak him and clean the sweat from his coat. A leisurely flight dried him off, and a shake of his head restored his mane to its normal style. As ready as he was ever going to be, he flew to Sugarcube Corner.
He frowned when he saw the building dark and the sign turned to Closed. But then he saw the hornwritten sign taped below it.
Unless you're here for the pie tasting. In that case, please come in!
He smiled and pushed open the door. The main dining area of Sugarcube Corner was empty, except for one pie sitting on a table. Blitz frowned. The pie was the size of a tart.
Blitz walked over and inspected the pie. “Double Cherry Pie,” the sign next to it read. He inhaled the delectable aroma and with a swift motion of his tongue, lifted the entire tart into his mouth. It was delicious, just like every pie that Pumpkin Cake made. The only problem was that there wasn't any more.
He noticed a piece of paper under the pie tin. “There's more pie, but you have to find it first,” he read aloud.
Blitz sniffed the air. He could smell pie, and headed to the kitchen to get some more. Sadly, there was no pie here. And strangely, the aroma of pie was weaker here. He returned to the dining room and proceeded to follow his nose.
The aroma took him deeper into Sugarcube Corner, to what he assumed was the living space of the property. He wasn't certain if he was going the right way, despite what his pie sense was telling him, but then he noticed another sign.
You're going in the right direction. Can you identify the two kinds of cherry in the pie?
Blitz smacked his lips and considered the taste. He certainly recognized tart Morello cherries, which were his favorite. But he couldn't identify another variety of cherry.
He followed his nose up the stairs, finally reaching a closed door. Not only was the aroma
strongest here, there was another sign on the door.
Tell me the two kinds of cherries in your pie, and then you'll get more.
Blitz racked his brain, trying to think of all the cherry pies he's had before. The smell of pie was driving him mad. Although it pained him to admit it, he was stumped. “I'm sorry, I only tasted Morello cherries,” he spoke to the door.
“Well, why don't you come in and see the answer?” he heard Pumpkin Cake say from the other side of the door.
Blitz opened the door, and what he saw made his jaw drop.
“The second cherry... is mine,” Pumpkin Cake said.
The unicorn baker's head was turned to look at him; she had a sultry look on her face. Her pumpkin orange mane, which was normally tied back, flowed loose, draped around her slender neck. And that's where that beautiful image stopped, as it met with another beautiful image. It was the largest pie he had ever seen, the golden crust just begging to be eaten.
Pumpkin Cake had baked herself into a pie, which now rested on her bed. Only her head and tail were free of the giant pastry, and that tail flicked invitingly. When Blitz regained his senses, he became aware that his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, his wings were painfully erect, and he was drooling.
Pumpkin Cake flicked her tail again. “Why don't you put that tongue to good use? There's a special treat at the center of this pie,” she said.
Blitz wasted no time. He jumped onto the bed and dug into the pie. He started at the edge, taking a bite of flaky crust as more crust crumbled onto the bed. After that, he plunged his muzzle into the juicy center, starting from the edge of the pan. He started eating at the pace he was known for, but slowed down as he got closer to Pumpkin Cake.
He flicked out his tongue slowly, savoring the taste of the cherry filling. It was subtly changing as he went, acquiring notes of cinnamon and nutmeg and clove and ginger. Then his tongue brushed against something even warmer than the pie, and he strongly tasted those spices.
Pumpkin Cake gasped. “Yes, right there!”
Blitz slowly retraced his tongue's previous route, and savored the feeling of Pumpkin Cake's promised special treat. His tongue traced her lips, and then plunged inside, eliciting a moan of approval from the mare. The spicy flavor of Pumpkin Cake's juices had flavored her pie, but Blitz liked it on its own. With each flick of his tongue, Pumpkin Cake gasped. She fought the urge lo lift her rear, determined to stay in her pie until her pie was satisfied.
Pumpkin Cake felt Blitz's muzzle shift under her, and the strokes of his tongue shifted. He brushed over her sensitive nub, and she squealed in pleasure. Blitz reacted by increasing the speed of his licks. Soon, Pumpkin Cake tensed and screamed as orgasm overtook her. Blitz tried to catch as much of her sweet and spicy juices as he could, but he could feel her wetness soaking his muzzle, mixing with the delicious cherry pie filling.
Pumpkin Cake stood, for the first time in hours. Blitz could only stare as crumbled crust and tart cherries dripped off the mare's body. She looked at him and flicked her tail to the side. “Don't just stand there. This pie needs a cream filling, now!”
The movement of her tail attracted his attention to Pumpkin Cake's winking marehood. He could feel the painful hardness of his own shaft as Pumpkin Cake's movements caused the bed to shift. He leaned down and cleaned her nethers of cherries and juices with one slow lick, and then approached. He reared and rested his forehooves on her barrel. They slipped on crust and pie filling, and he scrambled to get a firm grip. He stepped forward, his rear hooves stepping into the cherry mess, and slowly pushed his stallionhood into the mare's waiting folds.
Pumpkin Cake moaned as Blitz slowly penetrated her. It was long and warm and thick, so much better than pleasuring herself with her hoof or the handle of a rolling pin. She then felt him pull out until he was only just pressed against her lips, and just as she was feeling the emptiness, he thrust back in. He soon fell into a pattern of slow and steady strokes.
Blitz looked hungrily at the remnants of pie clinging to the beautiful mare under him. He leaned down and took a bite just below her neck, his teeth gently brushing her coat as his tongue licked up the syrupy treat. Pumpkin Cake yipped and lowered her head, some atavistic feeling from her primitive ancestry telling her this was good and right. She shuddered, the pleasure coursing through her body. Blitz felt the effects of his nip as he felt her tighten around him. Encouraged, he continued to work his mouth down Pumpkin Cake's side, getting his fill of delicious cherry pie.
Pumpkin Cake's yips turned into a scream as the feel of Blitz's mouth and cock drove her to a second orgasm. Blitz felt her muscles contract around him, begging for him to fill her. His body was more than happy to comply as he shot rope after rope of semen into the beautiful mare underneath him.
Feeling spent and ready to collapse, Pumpkin Cake had enough energy to fire up her horn,
unlocking the sides of the springform pan that she had used and moving it to the floor. Cherry pie filling oozed onto the bed under her. Blitz hadn't been aware that his rear legs had been held into place by the pan, so when it was removed, his hooves slipped. He and Pumpkin Cake tumbled onto the bed beneath them, sticky cherry pie filling flying everywhere.
Pumpkin Cake reacted first, turning Blitz over and pouncing on him. He felt the air on his softening member as Pumpkin Cake pulled off of him. She straddled his chest and leaned down for a kiss, attacking his mouth hungrily. Their tongues fought, but Pumpkin Cake dominated, enjoying the taste of her pie and herself lingering in his mouth. With their motions, he could feel the pie crust and cherries underneath him, grinding into his coat and sticking to his feathers. It was a mess, but one he was more than happy to experience.
Pumpkin Cake broke the kiss and crawled off Blitz. She looked him over, focusing on his still soft member, and shook her head. “I thought a top athlete would be ready to go faster than that,” she said. “I think it's time for my own sweet treat.” She levitated the bag of sweetened whipped cream from the tub of ice and piped a thick layer of cream over Blitz's stallionhood.
Blitz watched as Pumpkin Cake ran her tongue over the sensitive underside of his member, licking the whipped cream off of it with one long, slow stroke. She continued along both sides, picking up the whipped cream that had dripped down. Finally, she piped more whipped cream over the tip of his cock, and then engulfed it in her mouth. As a baker, she understood just how well salty and sweet flavors mixed, and her recipe was spot on. Blitz's juices also added a heat element to the recipe, like the essence of rainbow Pinkie Pie often used in her baking.
Blitz frowned as Pumpkin Cake stopped her ministrations. He opened his eyes to see her straddling him. She steadied his now hard shaft with one hoof and sank down, impaling herself on his length. Blitz's own moan was interrupted as Pumpkin Cake passionately kissed him. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck and pressed her body tightly against his, the sticky pie filling trying to make their bodies adhere. The only area of her body that was clean of the cherry filling was her crotch, which made it easy for her to ride his shaft. Her movements ground the pie underneath him deeper into his wings and coat.
Blitz wrapped his forelegs around Pumpkin Cake's back and used his larger size to turn her over. The cherry pie filling squelched under her. Blitz smiled and took control of the pace of their fucking, plunging into her tunnel at a slowly increasing pace, relishing the heat and increasing wetness. Their tongues fought, and he soon learned she was ready to fight in other ways. She twisted and turned him onto his back, taking control again.
Blitz and Pumpkin Cake continued to fight for dominance, their forms rolling over every inch of the bed. The only sounds were their muffled moaning, the slapping of their bodies together, and the squelching of the remaining pie. It was getting hard to judge the original color of their coats, as both ponies were stained red. They were sticky and messy, but the only feeling they cared about was in the place where they were joined.
Their initial lust having been sated, both Pumpkin Cake and Blitz could enjoy the slow build of their passion. Blitz's very hard shaft plunged into the unicorn's very warm tunnel, but on this occasion they had time to explore each other. When Blitz was on top, Pumpkin Cake stroked his wings, eliciting gasps from the pegasus. When Pumpkin Cake was dominant, Blitz rubbed her flanks, stroking her cutie marks. Her wetness dripped down his shaft and soaked his thighs.
When Pumpkin Cake's breath grew short, Blitz knew she was close. With her riding him, he moved his foreleg to her dock. She inhaled sharply. He stroked the sticky mess of her tail with his fetlock. She responded by picking up her own pace. He stroked her tail slowly, deliberately, and snaked his other foreleg between them, gently rubbing her stiff teats. She squealed and tensed around him, her convulsions soaking him and driving him nearly to the edge.
Blitz quickly turned Pumpkin Cake onto her back. Her body spent, she rested with limbs splayed against the bed. He drove his shaft into her exposed marehood, only getting a few more strokes before he climaxed, releasing more of his seed into her. He collapsed onto her, their marathon lovemaking session having worn him out more than any flight training.
Blitz had enough energy left to place one foreleg around Pumpkin Cake. He lifted her so that they were both on their sides, facing each other. He gave her a kiss, soft and gentle, as his softening member slipped out of her. Pumpkin Cake returned the kiss, stroking his cheek with one sticky forehoof. They kissed and cuddled, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.
“That was... I don't even know how to describe it,” Blitz finally said.
“It was wonderful,” Pumpkin Cake said.
“Yes, wonderful. But how did you know?”
Pumpkin Cake kissed Blitz's muzzle and licked up an errant cherry. “Everypony knows you love pie. I thought you might especially enjoy a Pumpkin pie.”
“Oh, I did,” he replied. “I'm sorry I made such a mess of your bedroom, though.”
“Look down,” Pumpkin Cake said, smiling. “There's a rubber sheet on the bed and a tarp on the floor. I was prepared for the mess.”
A cherry fell onto Blitz's muzzle, between his eyes. His long tongue lapped up the treat, and he looked up. “Maybe not all of the mess. How'd we get pie on the ceiling?”
Pumpkin Cake laughed. “I learned a number of recipes from Pinkie Pie. Trust me, I've seen far worse.”
Blitz rubbed his hooves together nervously. “I... I'd love to have your pie again. You know, if you're serving it.”
Pumpkin Cake stole a quick kiss from his lips. “Sugarcube Corner sells pie on Sunday. But if you want to help... test new recipes, my door is always open. And speaking of open doors....” Pumpkin Cake pointed to the bathroom. “We both need a shower.”
Author's Note
So I wrote another clopfic. For the life of me, I can't remember where I got this idea. I'm marking it complete, but there's a possibility I'll get another idea involving these characters and more sticky situations.
