Author's Note

What's this? A new chapter is Spicy after over a year?! Yeah, like I've said before, Dawn Shield and Nightmare's Dream take priority over this, and it'll likely be a while until the next chapter comes out (though hopefully not a whole year)

Anyway, this is my first attempt at 'food play', so go easy on me. Personally, I'm not interested in it, so chances are it's not very good.

Anyway, enjoy (If you can)

Chapter 5: Cotton Candy

Tags: foodplay

Chapter 5: Cotton Candy

“What's going on in here?” I was woken up by the sound of Redheart's voice coming from the door. Surprisingly, it sounded more curious than angry. I guess she knew I would never take advantage of a mare.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the nurse. “She didn't want to be alone.”

“I can understand that,” she replied. “Well, wake her up for me and take her to her room so she can get ready for Miss Dash to pick her up.”

“Alright,” I assured as she left.

“Hey, Scoots,” I shrugged my shoulder she was using as a pillow.

“Mmm, but I already washed the coconuts... Huh?”

I stifled a laugh, and said, “Time to get up, Scoots. You gotta get ready for Rainbow.”

She yawned, loudly. “Okay.”

We got out of the bed, our hooves clicking against the floor. Before heading out the door, the orange pegasus gave me a hug, and a quick peck on the lips. Luckily, there was no one to see it. “Thanks again, for last night. I... I'm still scared about what'll happen, but with you, my friends, and Rainbow Dash... I know I can face it.”

“You're stronger than you think, Scoots,” I said, pulling her into a deeper kiss. “I'll always be here for you. Now go on.” She left with a spring in her step.

After checking out, I made my way back to town. It was a beautiful day, and I even seemed to be getting less scowls and glares then usual. A few of my customers and acquaintances waved hello. I even got the expected Flying Pinkie Hug and the promise of a 'Nosh doesn't have brain damage' party.

I just wish I had a little more warning.

So here I was, sitting in Sugarcube Corner, surrounded by ponies that loved me, hated me, and ponies that were, like the one I was currently in a conversation with, undecided.

“So, in other words, you trying to seduce me was only for my benefit?” this particular purple princess asked, giving me a flat look.

“Not at all,” I replied. “That was just the reason I decided to actually try. You're also smart, caring, and incredibly attractive.”

“And the bragging rights of sleeping with royalty had nothing to do with it?”

I rolled my eyes. “I don't brag about who I sleep with, nor do I care about you being a princess.”

She huffed and crossed her arms. “Considering you haven't been bragging about having sex with Cadence, I suppose I can believe that.”

“Ah...” I winced, rubbing the back of my neck. “You know about that, huh?”

“Yes, and I know about their... openness.” A blush started spreading on her face.

“So why did it take you this long to approach me?”

Princess Sparkle sighed. “Because I didn't know if I could trust you. I'm still not completely sure, but other than Applejack, all my friends trust you so I figured I'd give you a chance.”

“I appreciate it,” I said with a smile, before shifting to a lecherous grin. “So, you want to continue what we were doing before you outed me?”

Twilight gave me a deadpanned stare as she replied with a simple, “Don't push it.”

We talked for a while as the party started to wind down. Eventually, as I was explaining how Yew Wand, a famous 'unicorn' mage from three hundred years ago, was a changeling, the last guest left.

“Noshie!” a high-pitched voice squealed in my ear suddenly, making me jump. “I've been looking for you!” The pink overload that is Pinkie Pie wore her trademark smile as she looked at me with those sparkling baby blues. “Come on! It's almost time for a great new game I thought of, but we need you for it!”

The hyper ball of pink dragged me away from the princess, who I could have sworn was checking out my butt.

“Hello!” Pinkie and I mirrored as we both hopped to the back of the room where Pinkie's five best friends waited, having stayed behind after the rest of the guests left. We had spent the last fifteen minutes making me her exact copy. She even stripped to her underwear so I could get her body perfectly. Then, we put on matching clothes, and name tags that simply read 'A' and '1', and went out.

We continued to speak in unison, striking a mirroring pose, “Who can guess which of us is the real one, and who's the fake? The winner gets a prize!”

“Woah... That's creepy,” Rainbow muttered.

“It is quite uncanny,” Rarity agreed. She immediately started examining us with her keen eyes. She likely had the best chance for figuring us out. If even one detail was wrong, I had no doubt she would spot it. However, I suppose I was better at this than I thought, as she exclaimed, “They're perfectly identical. Not one hair is out of place. I must say, Nosh, you are quite talented.”

“Thank you,” we replied.

“Really creepy,” Rainbow amended her previous statement. “I know how to figure this out, though.”

The speedster walked up to us Grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted, showing her tits.

“Ooo, perky!” we exclaimed and each grabbed one.

“Hey!” Dash jumped back yanking her shirt down.

Rarity got a kick out of it, letting out a ladylike giggle. “Darling, he's seen those enough to not go gaga.”

“We might be here a while,” Fluttershy said. “I'll get us some of the leftover punch.”

“Good idea,” Applejack said. “You know, Ah can't say Ah like that you're so good at this. What's to stop you from takin' the place of one of us?”

“Applejack!” Rarity admonished.

“Who's thirsty?” Fluttershy returned with the refreshments, passing them out.

Pinkie and I took a sip, still mirroring each other.

“Pinkie is '1', Nosh is 'A',” Fluttershy said, wearing a serene smile.

“Wait, what?” we asked.

“Nosh doesn't trust the handles on teacups. He says they break too easily.”

I look down at my and Pinkie's cups, sure enough, she had it gripped by the handle, where I had it around the cup itself. She got us drinks just for that. Clever girl.

“No fair, she knows Nosh better than the rest of us,” Rainbow pouted, crossing her arms. “So, what's her prize?” Honestly, I was wondering that, myself. She never told me.

Pinkie's smile grew (how that was possible, I had no clue). “Why, Noshie is, of course.”

I blinked, dumbly, at that. “What do you mean, 'Noshie'?” I asked, my high pitched voice reminding me I was still in Pinkie's form. I couldn't change back, though, without ruining her clothes.

“I booked you for the night, silly.”

My evening appointment had done so anonymously, and now I knew why.

Fluttershy seemed to figure out what she was saying, as her cheeks flared with embarrassment and she stammered, “Wh-what?! Nonono! I-I couldn't... He... Um... He's a friend!”

“So?” Pinkie asked, innocently. “He's Dashie's friend, too, and they go at it two or three times a week.”

Rarity took the honor of explaining it to our pink friend. “Pinkie, dear, not every pony is comfortable being so intimate with a friend.”

“Why not? Sex is super fun, and it's super-duper fun with a friend.”

“Pinkie,” I interjected, “I don't really get anything about pony sexual taboos, but if Fluttershy feels that way, we need to respect that.”

“Okay...” He mood pulled a 180, as she instantly perked up. “I guess a free lay is up for grabs. Who wants it?”

“I get it for free, anyway,” replied Rainbow.

“I'm afraid I have to work this evening,” was Rarity's answer. “In fact, I really should be leaving soon.

“Not a chance.” I figured Applejack wouldn't be up for it.

“No thanks.” Twilight remained polite.

“It's okay, Pinkie,” I consoled the mare. “I'll get you a refund, okay?”

“Thank you for the gesture, Pinkie,” Rarity said with a grateful smile. “Oh, and of course, the party. However, I really must be going. Dresses to make and ponies to dress.”

One by one, the others left, thanking Pinkie for the party and gesture, as I went to the bathroom to change out of Pinkie's clothes and form. She wasn't upset by her friends rejecting the gift, like I would have thought. I guess she understood that they either couldn't use it or weren't interested.

I left the bathroom in my own skin and clothes, preparing to leave when Pinkie stopped me.

“Hey, Noshie, you want to stay for dinner?”

I stopped and thought about it. I didn't have an appointment anymore, so, “Sounds good.”

“Just wait here, it'll be done soon.” With that, Pinkie skipped off into the back, humming a merry tune.

I took a seat on the couch, and thought back to the way the girls reacted to Pinkie's 'prize'. It was so strange how they viewed sex. I mean, why be ashamed of it? It's like being ashamed of enjoying hoofball or bowling. Why not let married ponies do it with friends? That's like not being allowed to eat something because it wasn't made at a restaurant you work at. Why would you forbid foals from it? How else would they learn about it, books? The ridiculous notion had me chuckling.

My musings of the strange creature that is pony was interrupted by Pinkie shouting “Dinner's ready!”

I got up and walked to the back. As I walked through the door, I froze, mouth agape. Pinkie was reclining on the floor... wearing nothing but dinner. A medley of colorful fruit covered her left breast, orange and apple slices around the mound, her nipple topped with a cherry and whip cream. Her right was covered in cakes and frosting. Finally, covering her marehood, a sweet, hot peach cobbler.

“Dig in?” Pinkie asked in a sultry voice. “Oh, one rule... no hands or magic.”

“Well,” I said, finally getting my brain working again. “I take it you're not going for the refund?”

Pinkie giggled. “Just get over here and eat me.”

“Yes ma'am.”

I pulled off my shirt quickly and crossed the room, kneeling to Pinkie's side. Leaning in, I used my tongue to take an apple slice into my mouth, licking at the honey she used to stick them on. My hands found her waist as I continued my meal, caressing her sides as she moaned softly. After the last slice of orange, I moved my hand up to squeeze the large tit as I finished the cherry and whip cream, sucking on her nipple as I did, her moaning getting a little louder.

With a smile, I let a spark of green flames flash in my mouth. Pinkie's confusion was short lived when a long, narrow, draconic tongue swept out of my mouth, wrapping around her cake covered flesh. I whipped it around, taking swaths of cake at a time, much to her enjoyment.

With the second course finished, it was time for dessert... But first.

“Something's not right, here. I'm enjoying this delightful meal, and you're going hungry.”

Using my magic, I opened the fridge and floated over a jar of chocolate sauce. I pulled off my pants and undid the lid, pouring the sweet goodness all over my engorged cock.

“Now, why don't we enjoy this together.”

I laid beside the mare, my rod to next to her face as I spread her legs open. Before I could even start, the mare eagerly took me into her mouth. The swirling of her tongue around my shaft nearly made me forget what I was doing.

Getting back on track, I dove into Pie's pie covered pie, digging my snout into my meal. I was definitely much more messy with this one than the other two. The combination of sweet peaches and tangy mare juice was a delectable combination that one could make a fortune marketing.

Much to both mine and Pinkie's delight, I found a nice size slice of peach decided to go spelunking. With my still-draconic tongue, I reached all the way in, wrapping around the adventurous fruit, sliding it further inside before sliding it out. Pinkie's moans reached an all time high.

Popping me out of her maw, she moaned out, “Make me a cream pie!”

Obliging the the sexy pink pony, I twisted around and dove in, hilting all at once. We were both so worked u, I didn't even bother taking anything slow and started hammering her insides. It didn't take long for her to climax, spraying her juices everywhere. She was a gusher, alright.

I pounded into her with added fervor, abusing her sticky-sweet pussy until I granted her wish, filling her with baby batter.

We laid there in a combination of sweat, bodily fluids, fruit juice, whip cream, and chocolate sauce, catching our breath.

“I think... this was... the stickiest... dirtiest sex... I've ever had...” I panted.

“Really?” Pinkie asked, just as winded. “Just wait... 'Till next time...”