Chicken Pot Pie

It was an unusual and new experience, but Pinkie felt no urge to shove him off, letting the stallion explore her mouth. He was curiously gentle despite his outrageous personality, his breath tangy and sharp in contrast to Pinkie's more sugary taste. Eyes wide, Pinkie paused before wrapped her hooves around Cheese's neck, rustling his afro before pulling him in closer. Cheese dropped the hoof holding him up, tangling himself into the pile of Pinkie, taking her mouth deep into his own. He sent a curious tongue inside, soon greeted by Pinkie's own.

The two tongues had a small fight for dominance, sliding around each other as Cheese pulled her closer in, a bit of drool dribbling from Pinkie's mouth as the two continued their kiss. Pinkie pulled him tighter, sliding her tongue across the roof of his mouth before pulling back for breath, breaking the kiss with a long trail of mixed saliva separating their tongues before splattering against the chest of the mare, her fur already mottled and messy from the paint she soaked against before. Bits of blue and pink paint was now mixing into Cheese's coat as well, with the occasional streamer now stuck on the two ponies.

Before he could catch his breath completely, Pinkie had already practically smacked her face against his own for another deep kiss. The scent of paints and cheese was beginning to fade away into the scent of their bodies, sticky from sweat and all the scattered party tools that were collecting in their hair. Pinkie's ear twitched as she felt Cheese's hoof glide past her mane, stroking past her neck and kneading into her back. Reflexively her back arched, baring down onto Cheese, a low moan escaping her lips before his tongue continued its invasion.

Pinkie could feel her body beginning to heat up as air became harder to draw through the kisses and her own senses flaring. She felt dizzy, only to be jabbed back to the present as she was tossed backwards, sitting on her hind legs as Cheese leaned forward, still pressing his tongue down her throat, each connection sending another jolt of excitement through the mare.

Cheese kept his hooves around her back, drawing her forward, hind-legs spread onto his open lap. A deep pressure was building in Pinkie's chest, spreading to a sense of butterflies in her gut and an intense heat in her nethers. Her cry of surprise was blocked by the tongue in her throat when she felt the rising of flesh press against her own sex as Cheese continued to press her against him.

  Pinkie was initially unsure how to respond as she felt the hardening shaft of her partner rubbing past her thigh, but her tongue was too tied to voice anything beyond a surprised grunt when Cheese moved his hooves down her back to right above her rump, pressing her against him.

   The pillar of flesh pressed against Pinkie's marehood, already burning hot and sensitive to the touch. The flare rested at Pinkie's belly, the pressure of Cheese's cock against her was starting to spread her open, her second lips enveloping the bottom of his shaft, soaking it. She could feel her rump held along against his shaft, his balls thick and warm. Countless ripples of heat danced through her body as she finally freed her mouth from his to cry out. Her eyes had started watering and her tongue dangled limply from her mouth.

  "Pinkie..."

  "Yes?"

  "Take a look at us.”

  She glazed down and took herself in. Her fur soaked in colorful paint and damp with sweat, trails of drool that have decorated her puffed chest that continued down her stomach, down to  where her own sex lay caressing the cock of her partner. Soaking wet and dirty, her marehood pressed against the twitching shaft of her partner, which was wet with his own precum, small trails of it leaking onto her tummy.

It was a whole new experience for the mare. Her face was burning up, a whole mess of potential energy waiting to be released. She gave a small cry and bit into Cheese's neck, holding tightly around his back. Cheese gave a small reassuring smile through pants, patting her rump before pressing forward.

  There was a smooth friction to the motion as Cheese's cock slid forward, curving up and grinding against Pinkie. Every bump and twitch only further intensified the sensation, Pinkie's juices dripping down his shaft and soaking his balls. Pinkie bit deeper into Cheese, slightly breaking skin with the small inaudible moan during every bump. Cheese never expected her to be this sensitive, but it was still quite a treat. He slid back down her, this time relieving the pressure of his body to let his erect cock rest right before the pony's entrance. Temptation struck fierce to jam it in and decorate her from inside, but Cheese withdrew the notion.

  A party isn't a party without build-up. Giving her pussy one small prod he backed up, leaving his cock to drag across another puddle of paint as he lay before the spreadeagled pony, her teeth still pressing into his neck.

  "Hey Pink, I got a treat for you."

  She released her clamp on his neck, noticing the bit of blood she drew. She immediately felt bad for it but was interrupted by the sound of shuffling. Cheese had grabbed a sack by his workbench and was casually digging through it. Pinkie felt a wave of self awareness strike as she lay before this stallion, spread legged, messy, and above all else desperate and felt her eyes meeting with Cheese's erection. Would it be alright to just-no, patience makes perfection.

'Think like a party, think like a party...'

"Okay, now this is gonna be awesome," Cheese said, holding something in the bag but out of Pinkie's sight, "I need you to close your eyes and open your mouth.

"Wait, what?"

"C'mon, don't you trust me," Cheese grinned, Pinkie paused and clamped her eyes shut, opening her mouth a bit.

"Nope, more than that, stick that tongue out," Cheese said, it was impossible for her to tell but she had a feeling Cheese was picking on her. Regardless, she was too far gone to listen to silly concepts like personal judgement right now. She opened her mouth till her jaw began to ache, tongue hanging out. She was still drooling, her lips wet with both her and Cheese's saliva.

"Lakk dis?"

"Rightaroni," Cheese replied, the sound of tin tapping could be heard, followed by a loud fizzing noise right in front of Pinkie's tongue. Before she could react a rush of a sweet, creamy substance filled her mouth.

"Mm! That's... the whipped cream from the bakery?"

"You bet, I bought a few things on the side while I was prepping your pal's party. Now keep that mouth open."

Another dallop of whipped cream was dispensed into her mouth, but a grunt from Cheese stopped her from swallowing. The sound of objects shuffling was heard yet again this time as a thicker substance was drizzled over the whipped cream. Pinkie immediately recognized it as caramel sauce and... chocolate syrup?

"Okay! Now one more thing...", there was a small 'plop' as a cherry was set on top and Cheese used his hooves to close her mouth. She was overflowing to the point that a good spot of whipped cream slid down and trailed to her tummy.

"Mm! That's delicious!" Pinkie chimed, hesitantly peeking with one eye open. Cheese didn't seem to mind, he leaned forward and casually licked off a bit of cream off her cheek.

  "Now here's where things get really fun!"

The tone of his voice was worryingly mischievous, but curiosity was always one of Pinkie weaknesses, so she watched curiously as Cheese poured a bit of caramel syrup over his hoof, not seeming to mind any of the excess that was dribbling onto the floor. He held his hoof  over Pinkie's head, a few drops sticking to the poof of her mane.

  "Well, go on, help yourself!" Cheese grinned, and a bit confused, Pinkie raised her head and tenderly licked at his hoof, the syrup spreading on her tongue. It was extremely sugary to the point that any pony that wasn't Pinkie would've gagged. But above all else, it was delectably sweet, and went perfect with a very sweet evening. Pinkie wrapped her hooves around his limb and starting halfway down licked up his hoof, smearing the caramel across her tongue and further mottling his fur with more of her saliva. She circled her tongue around the pad of his hoof for any excess, something which drew a chuckle from Cheese, tickling, possibly?

She didn't have time to think any further, as Cheese had already withdrew his hoof. A small bout of disappointment hit the mare, she was always game for sweets a there was something intimate about 'sharing' in such a way. Her thoughts were quickly distracted by Cheese's voice again.

  "Do you want some more? Lean closer."

  Making sure Pinkie was watching intently, he grabbed for the whipped cream again, dispensing a fine line from his neck down to his chest. He sat back on his hindlegs, matching Pinkie perfectly, still completely erect.

  If there was one thing Pinkie could pick up on quickly, it's sweets. She leaned forward, readjusting herself as she crawled up to Cheese's neck and lapped up a bit of the cream, the white resting at the tip of her tongue a bit before sliding it off against her teeth.

  She took a lite nibble where she dispersed the frosting, then ran her tongue down the line, scattering the cream before changing direction, the cream coating the inside of her mouth and leaving loose bits to dribble down Cheese's stomach and a few bits to rest over his stallionhood. He held his eyes shut, soaking in the sensation until Pinkie had finished licking him clean. His next line was a bit more breathy than lost one, less composed.

"D-do you want more?"

  Pinkie followed Cheese's (clean) hoof as he grabbed the can of whipped cream again, this time releasing a swirling dallop down his chest, down to his stomach, then with a pause, emptied most of the can lining up and down his cock, drawing a circle of the stuff right around the flare. He tossed the can aside and looked towards Pinkie expectantly, who in turn was internally about to explode with nervous energy and a bit of excitement.

  "Alrighty then," Pinkie laughed nervously, blowing a tuft of hair out of her face before kneeling even lower and extending her tongue just a bit to lap up the top bits of the frosting. As she slowly slurped up the sweet topping it wasn't enough to mask the scent of Cheese's own sex right beneath her, perked up and twitching occasionally.

  Pinkie tilted her head sideways, racing her tongue over Cheese's stomach, he had a surprisingly sturdy build for such a goofball. Every time she would dip her head low enough to sense the prick perked right beneath her her heart seemed to stop and she'd recoil, licking back up to his chest. From her nose down her face was more white than pink from all the sweets. She brought herself down again, resting right beneath Cheese's stomach to lick away the last of the cream before the 'danger zone' began. Resting there, Pinkie peered up to see Cheese's face was looking a bit flushed itself, his teeth tightly grit together in anticipation.

  That was enough incentive in itself, with a deep breath Pinkie let her tongue fully escape her mouth as long as she could muster, and in a swift movement licked down his stomach to where his prick began, slid past it and using her cheek to hold his member to his stomach ran her tongue slowly and roughly from his balls to the very tip.

  Cheese let out a moan, only to quickly try and save face with a grunt, but by then it was too late. His member was twitching erratically and his hindlegs were twitching, precum flooding around his flare and mingling with the whipped cream. Pinkie thought to herself that this was absolutely adorable.

  Not wanting to break momentum, she let her tongue race to the tip of his cock, lavishly circling her tongue around the whipped cream on his flare. She could taste the salty residue of precum mingling with the cream, at this point both seemed equally appetizing. She continued circling around his tip, each full turn take a moment to let the tip of her tongue dip around the edges of his urethra. Each time Cheese would shiver, rewarding her with another moan, the same noises he was eliciting from her earlier.

  "Pinkie, could you slow-"

  Pinkie paid the protest no mind, too deep in the game to care, she decided to end it in one fell swoop. Opening her jaw she slid half of the cock into her mouth, circling her tongue around his shaft. It was warm and twitching, more pools of precum collecting on her tongue. It wouldn't be long now.

  Pinkie gave a wink to the Stallion before opening her throat and slamming herself down to the hilt, her throat welcoming the invader. She felt her lips bump where his balls began and could feel them convulse. Before she had time to think Cheese erupted inside her.

  Like a cannon blast Pinkie felt Cheese's shaft twitch before sending the first shot of seed down her throat. Before she could swallow the first line another  joined in, Cheese bucked his hips as another liberal shot filled Pinkie's throat to bursting point, cum dribbling past the corners of her mouth while she gagged and struggled to swallow it all. Eyes watering, she continued sucking away like a pacifier, licking away at the tip of the flare every time another small stream of cum erupted from Cheese. Cheese gave a groan as she continued suckling away at his sensitive, shrinking member.

  Once she was certain he was drained and was starting to squirm she finally released him from her mouth, a long trail of saliva mixed with cum and whipped cream drizzling onto the floor to mix with the paint, syrup, and fluids from before. Cheese struggled to catch his breath, Pinkie gave him a sultry stare, watching him give a slight tremble when she slowly licked her lips clean.

"Gee, I had no idea you were such a softy after all, Cheese." Pinkie giggled, leaning back, satisfied with her work. She felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, and felt her vision start to dim-

"Surprise!"

Pinkie's eyes shot open just as her back hit the game board from earlier to see Cheese pinning her on her back again with a grin, albeit still panting and cheeks a bit more rosy than their normal shade of yellow.

"C'mon, did you really think I was a oneshot pony? When Cheese Sandwich parties, Cheese parties all night long!"

Before Pinkie had a chance to laugh at how silly that sounded, she was interrupted by a tickling sensation. Cheese had started nibbling at her neck, the tickling sensation was matched in turn by the heat of Pinkie in the moment, making it hard to focus on anything beyond the immediate sensation. She shuddered as Cheese took one last nip at her before looking down at his role model.

Pinkie lay flat on her stomach, her back smearing paint along his '70 Shades o' Yellow hoofbeat game mat', her fur clotted up with saliva, cum, whipped cream, syrup, and everything else that was in the room. Beneath her frazzled mane sprawl all about the floor she was looking up at him, a nervous smile on her face.

A part of Cheese began to remind himself that tonight he was seeing a side of Pinkie no one else had before, and in turn was revealing a side of himself he never had before and possibly never would again.

Cheese immediately disregarded this contemplative part of himself, and grabbed his satchel again, this time withdrawing a pack of mixed candies. After popping a peppermint into his mouth he found what he was looking for, a king sized bag of red licorice and a whole can of chocolate sauce.

It was time to get dangerous.