Whipped Cream for My Princess
Pinkie Pie lay on the bed, trying to avoid moving. The whipped cream was already beginning to soften, and if she wriggled too much it would no doubt slide off her skin onto the bed and… well… Pinkie didn't like to waste perfectly good whipped cream. She risked straining her neck to see the wall clock — 10.34 pm — it was unlike her date to be four minutes late.
She heard a noise, saw a silhouette in the doorway, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Good evening, Mister Cake," she purred, trying not to giggle.
Her date strolled into the room casually, sat on the bed beside Pinkie, and slowly ran a finger up Pinkie's bare thighs, over her hips, across her flat stomach — eliciting a shiver from the cream-covered girl — between her breasts, and up her neck before finally tasting a sample of the cream. "Would you like to try some?"
Pinkie nodded her head eagerly. "Yes, please, Mister Cake."
"Okay then, Pinkie, open your mouth and close your eyes."
Pinkie did as instructed and felt a finger on her other thigh, scooping up more cream, traversing her ticklish belly again, and heading for her left breast. She felt the finger make circles around her nipple — this had been a place she'd made sure to cover with extra cream when she'd been spraying herself twenty minutes earlier. When she felt the finger lift away from her skin, she involuntarily licked her lips, and was rewarded by a mouthful of whipped cream.
She sucked gently on the finger that had fed her, twirling her tongue around it until it was clean. The finger came out of her mouth with a soft popping sound. "Thank you, Mister Cake," she whispered.
Twilight Sparkle sighed. "I still don't quite understand why I have to be 'Mister Cake'. Why can't I just be me?"
Pinkie half scowled. "It's role play. It's supposed to be fun."
Twilight adjusted her pale blue shirt. "But why would you want me to be someone else? A married man?! Aren't you turned on enough by me just being me?"
Pinkie half sat up. "Of course I am, Twilight. Mister Cake is just… well, he's Mister Cake. I'd never do it with him for real. It's just fantasy. You've got to admit he's kinda hot."
Twilight raised an eyebrow. "Really? Are we talking about the same Mister Cake here?"
Pinkie smiled. "All I'm saying is that Cup Cake always has a smile on her face in the morning." She paused. "Next time I can be Trixie?"
Twilight's cheeks turned as pink as Pinkie Pie's. "I do not like Trixie. Well, she's nice, but I don't like her like her!"
Pinkie lay back down before the remaining cream had a chance to slide off her. "Sunset then?"
The princess shook her head. "No, Trixie will be fine," she said, avoiding eye contact. "Anyway" — she tried to change the subject — "where were we?"
"You were going to lick every drop of this whipped cream off my naked body and then make love to me on Mister Cake's bed," Pinkie answered.
"What?!" Twilight panicked. "This is his bed? I thought you said this was the spare room!"
"It is, silly. Role play: remember?"
Twilight laughed sheepishly and tucked a loose strand of sapphire blue hair behind her ear. "Right. Of course."
She walked around to the base of the bed and got between the naked girl's bare legs. She kissed Pinkie's right thigh, just above the knee, with an open mouth, being rewarded by a mouthful of cream. Twilight continued up her partner's thigh, kissing, biting, and licking it clean of the fluffy white topping. Pinkie squirmed slightly as Twilight's mouth got closer to her pussy.
Once Twilight has reached Pinkie's abdomen, once she was close enough to smell her arousal, she scooted back down the bed to begin the process with the other leg. She worked her way up Pinkie's left thigh, just as slowly and deliberately as she'd done the first time. Nearing Pinkie's prize again, she stopped suddenly. Pinkie groaned in disappointment.
Twilight stood and walked to the side of the bed. "Put your head back, Pinkie Pie," she instructed.
"Okie dokie, Mister Cake." Pinkie did as she'd been told.
Twilight used her left hand to hold her long hair back in a makeshift ponytail, to keep it out of the cream. She lowered herself to Pinkie's neck and started licking off the soft white cream. Pinkie giggled as Twilight's tongue tickled her.
Pinkie's neck now clean of cream, Twilight laid a trail of kisses up to Pinkie's lips before giving her an open mouthed kiss. She let go of her ponytail, letting her hair form a curtain of blue, violet, and pink around their faces. Pinkie's tongue explored Twilight's mouth, tasting faint traces of cream and sweat.
After a few moments, Twilight broke off the kiss and again pulled her hair back with a hand. She moved down to Pinkie's breasts. Cupping a firm breast in her other hand, she carefully licked the cream off it, leaving just the nipple still with its frosty topping. She then moved on to the other breast, lapping away at its dairy goodness until only the nipple was still covered.
Twilight licked, sucked and slurped the cream from Pinkie's cleavage and the rest of Pinkie's chest until it was about as clean as she could manage.
She then turned her attention to the first cream-covered nipple. Pinkie sighed as Twilight took the nipple into her mouth, sucking the cream off in one quick go. Though the clean-up was complete, Twilight lingered, swirling her tongue around Pinkie's nipple.
Pinkie put her hand around the back of Twilight's neck, and gently held Twilight to her breast. Twilight cupped the breast to her mouth and sucked. She pulled back, lightly scraping her teeth over Pinkie's skin, making Pinkie shiver. "Ooohh… Mister Cake," Pinkie purred.
Twilight turned her attention to the other nipple, licking the cream off with small motions of her tongue. She felt Pinkie's hand wandering down her back until it reached the waistband of her purple skirt. When she felt a finger delicately creeping under the elastic, she reached back and pushed it away. "Patience, Pinkie. Let Mister Cake stay in control for now," Twilight said, releasing Pinkie's breasts from her lips. She had a new sense of confidence about the game, and was growing into the role of playing the older, more experienced partner.
"I feel like I'm being greedy," Twilight said, sitting up again. "Would you like a little more of the cream?"
Pinkie nodded.
Twilight tilted her head. "Ask Mister Cake nicely then."
"Oooh please, Mister Cake! Please may I have some of your cream?" Pinkie begged in an even girlier and more submissive voice than usual.
"You may." Twilight ran a finger across Pinkie's toned stomach — how she kept so slim living on a diet of mostly cupcakes, Twilight would never be able to figure out. She held the cream-covered finger in front of Pinkie's face, just a couple of inches from her open mouth.
Pinkie waited in anticipation for a moment before it was clear that Twilight expected her to come forward to accept the treat. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Twilight's slender finger, sucking it clean of the cream, and caressing the digit with her tongue.
"Do you like that, Pinkie?" Twilight asked. "Do you like Mister Cake's hot cream in your mouth? Wait… is that too much? It sounded a little cheesy."
Pinkie giggled. "It's fine." She put on her girlish voice again. "I could suck your cream all day, Mister Cake," she whimpered.
"That's good," Twilight said, "because Mister Cake has got another big load for Pinkie."
She scooped up a whole handful of cream from Pinkie's belly and pushed it into Pinkie's mouth. Cream spilled out the sides and smeared over Pinkie's lips, cheeks and chin. Twilight put a finger to Pinkie's lips before Pinkie had a chance to clean her face with her unnaturally stretchy tongue — a tongue that had given Twilight plenty of pleasure in the past. "Let me," Twilight said.
As hard as it was to resist all that cream around her mouth, Pinkie nodded.
Twilight leaned over Pinkie's face and gently licked the corners of the girl's mouth. At that moment, Pinkie wanted to kiss Twilight so much, but she thought that 'Mister Cake' wouldn't tolerate such impertinence from his lodger. Twilight lapped at Pinkie's cheeks, chin, and lower lip, before rising to admire her handiwork. Pinkie looked so beautiful in this soft light, naked, with her face glistening with Twilight's saliva. Twilight couldn't resist leaning over again for a kiss.
The two girls kissed passionately, their tongues seeking each other out for an amorous dance together. A taste of cream and of desire.
Twilight broke off moments later and kissed her way down Pinkie's chin, neck, and cleavage to Pinkie's stomach, searching out the remaining islands of whipped cream and devouring them.
Pinkie's navel was still full of cream, and Twilight saved this bit for last. When she came to it, she stuck her tongue inside, eating it out sexually as if it were another part of Pinkie's anatomy — but she still had that part to look forward to.
Twilight let her tongue trail down over Pinkie's lower abdomen, eliciting a squirm from the ticklish girl, towards the one remaining cream-covered part. She was happy that Pinkie shaved down there — whipped cream and curly pink hair didn't seem like two great tastes that would taste great together.
Twilight climbed over Pinkie's thigh so that she was comfortably between Pinkie's open legs. "Do you want Mister Cake to lick this cream off your pussy?" she asked.
"No," Pinkie answered. Twilight's eyes widened in surprise. "No, I want my beautiful girlfriend, Twilight Sparkle, to lick the cream off my pussy," she explained.
Twilight smiled. "You're beautifuller," she giggled happily. She held her hair back again and started devouring the cream on Pinkie's pubic mound.
Pinkie stroked Twilight's hair while the princess went to work cleaning her orally. Twilight's attention to the rest of her body had been so gentle, and so sensual — it had really turned her on. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she knew it would be more than just cream that Twilight would be licking soon.
With the pubic mound now completely clean and bare, Twilight turned her attention to Pinkie's pale pink lower lips. In all honesty, there was very little cream here anyway, but it had been the part Twilight had most been looking forward to. She softly kissed Pinkie's pussy lips making Pinkie moan.
She let her tongue lick a trail up each side of Pinkie's crack, in the process consuming the last bits of cream. The scent of Pinkie's pussy was overwhelming and she was keen to dive in. Not so fast, Twilight, she told herself, keep her waiting.
Twilight turned her head and kissed Pinkie's inner thigh. Pinkie groaned in frustration. Twilight turned her head to the other side and playfully bit her other thigh — gently enough not to cause any damage, but hard enough for Pinkie to yelp in surprise.
The princess returned to Pinkie's pussy, 'biting' Pinkie's labia using her lips instead of her teeth. Finally, she licked the length of Pinkie's slit from bottom to top, savouring the delicious flavour of her juices, which Twilight has become quite accustomed to over the last couple of months.
Twilight used her fingers to part Pinkie's lower lips before running her tongue up the length of her pussy again, this time getting an even better taste of Pinkie's sweet lubrication.
Pinkie gasped when she felt Twilight's tongue brush against her clit. Twilight gave the little button a few flicks with the tip of her tongue, prompting a gentle hum from Pinkie.
Twilight then returned to lapping at Pinkie's slit again, her mouth exploring the slightly different tastes and experiences that her pussy had to offer, from the almost musky scent near Pinkie's anus, to the velvet folds near her vagina, to the hardness of her clit. Each time Twilight's tongue reached that clit, it earned a shiver and a moan from her lover.
Twilight held Pinkie's lips apart and plunged her tongue deep inside her pussy. Pinkie sighed with relief at finally being penetrated. Twilight's tongue couldn't go as deep as a finger, or a toy, or for that matter as deep as Pinkie's tongue, but Pinkie felt good knowing she had part of her girlfriend inside her.
Twilight kept her tongue stiff and moved it in and out of Pinkie's tight passage, fucking her orally. She let her fingers brush against Pinkie's clit so lightly, so seemingly accidentally, and with such perfect timing that it could only have been the result of careful practice.
Pinkie's breathing was becoming strained and she gripped the bedsheets in her fists. "More, Twily," she sighed between breaths.
Twilight lifted her head slightly and brought her mouth to Pinkie's clit, wrapping her lips around the little protrudence and sucking gently. At the same time she pushed two fingers into the tight hole that her tongue had vacated, curling them upwards to find the most sensitive spot inside Pinkie's pussy.
Pinkie shuddered at the dual stimulation of her g-spot and clit. "Yes," she panted, closing her eyes and trying to hold back her climax, trying to prolong this plateau period.
Twilight pumped her fingers in and out of Pinkie's pussy, making sure that each thrust rubbed against that squidgy little bundle of nerve endings on Pinkie's vaginal wall. She sucked harder on Pinkie's clit, flicking it with her tongue, in time with her finger movements.
Pinkie's thighs began to shake. The tension in her belly was reaching a peak and she couldn't hold back any longer. With a squeal, she let go of the tension she'd been holding in, and it burst like an explosion of ecstasy, spreading succulent satisfaction to every corner of her body. "Oh dear God, Twilight," she cried, thrusting her hips forward, her voice squeaky and about an octave higher than usual.
Twilight's fingers were doused with more of Pinkie's juices, allowing her to keep thrusting quickly over and over into Pinkie's pussy, despite the girl's pussy making a pretty good attempt to clamp down on them and hold them still. Pinkie writhed under Twilight's practiced touch, while the princess attempted to keep her partner at the highest level of bliss for as long as she could.
Soon, Pinkie could take it no more, and pushed Twilight's hand aside. "Sheesh, Twi," she panted, "give a girl a break, will you?"
Twilight looked up at her, her cheeks blushing at Pinkie's implicit congratulations on a job well done, and her chin glistening with Pinkie's moisture. Twilight clambered up the bed to lie beside her lover, giving Pinkie a kiss on the cheek when she arrived.
Pinkie put her arm around Twilight and the two girls held each other while Pinkie caught her breath. "So, how did I taste?" she asked playfully.
"Creamy," Twilight answered, giggling. "And sweet. Here, would you like a taste?" She held her fingers — the fingers that had been inside Pinkie — to Pinkie's lips.
Pinkie took Twilight's fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. "Mmm…" she purred, "I've always told you that I make a delicious cream pie, haven't I?"
Pinkie giggled until Twilight silenced her with a kiss. The two girls kissed deeply and passionately, their tongues caressing each other as they lay side-by-side and their hands ran over each other's bodies.
Pinkie held Twilight's breasts through her shirt. Twilight bit her lip and moaned. She only had one night left in the human world, and tonight was supposed to be about Pinkie and Pinkie's fantasies; it was going to be three weeks before she'd have another opportunity to come back and see Pinkie again, so a bit of a release for her too would be welcome. She put her hand on top of Pinkie's, encouraging the girl to continue fondling her through her shirt.
Pinkie took the hint and grasped Twilight's breast, thumbing at her nipple through the thin cotton fabric. Twilight kissed her passionately, her hand on the back of Pinkie's head, drawing Pinkie towards her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations she was feeling.
Twilight was disappointed when she felt Pinkie's hand fall away from her chest, but her heart quickened when it reappeared a second later on her bum.
Pinkie pulled Twilight towards her, pressing the princess's clothed body against her own naked flesh. She squeezed Twilight's buttocks, which were, as usual, soft but without a trace of fat. As a pony she spent a great deal of time walking and galloping, and her toned yet feminine physique was something she retained when she took her human form.
Pinkie slipped her fingers under the hem of Twilight's skirt and slid her hand up the princess's thighs.
Twilight could see where this was going and mirrored her girlfriend's actions, resting her own hand on Pinkie's somewhat more rounded buttock, and giving her squidgy flesh a playful squeeze.
Pinkie found the waistband of Twilight's panties and wriggled her fingers underneath it, her hand making contact with Twilight's skin.
Twilight moved her legs apart, subtly indicating her desire to her partner. Pinkie let her hand slide lower down, reaching between Twilight's legs from behind, her fingertips brushing against Twilight's warm pussy lips, already moist with excitement. "Mmm…" Twilight murmured at the contact. Pinkie slid her leg between Twilight's legs, and Twilight looped one leg behind her girlfriend so that their legs were intertwined.
The princess took her hand from Pinkie's rear and slipped it between their bodies, reaching down somewhat awkwardly towards Pinkie's pussy. She made contact with the Pinkie's pink lower lips at just the same time Pinkie slipped the tips of her fingers inside Twilight, up to the first knuckle.
Twilight rubbed Pinkie's pussy in a circular motion, making sure that she made contact with the clit. Pinkie pumped her fingertips in and out of Twilight's tight little passageway. She was unable in this position to reach very far inside, but Twilight's moans and whimpers told her she didn't have to — what she was doing was working just great.
Pinkie slid her fingers out and used Twilight's juices to rub the little bridge of skin between her pussy and rear, making Twilight bite her lip. Twilight gasped and kissed Pinkie when she felt Pinkie's fingertip probe her anus. Pinkie slipped her little finger inside and the passionate squirm of Twilight's tongue inside her mouth let her know that it was more than welcome.
They continued kissing while Pinkie pumped her little finger in and out of Twilight's arse for a few moments, Twilight still making an effort to rub Pinkie's pussy too, but the finger in her back passage somewhat distracting her from her princessly duties.
Pinkie then turned her attention back to Twilight's pussy. Keeping her little finger in Twilight's rear, she slipped the tips of her index and middle fingers back inside Twilight's pussy, sliding them in and out, as far as she could reach from behind.
Twilight started moaning into Pinkie's mouth, rocking her hips back and forth and trying to get Pinkie's fingers deeper inside. She broke away from Pinkie's kiss for just long enough to gasp, "sorry," before their lips met again. Before Pinkie had a chance to wonder what the princess was apologising for, Twilight took her hand away from Pinkie's pussy and started rubbing her own clit through the cotton of her panties.
Twilight felt herself heading for climax, a warmth in her loins that was begging for release. Each flick of her own fingertips against her clit brought her closer; each thrust of Pinkie's fingers drew her nearer. With a grunt into Pinkie's mouth, she let go and pleasure shot through her body like lightning, with bolts spreading out from her pussy down her thighs, and up her belly, breasts, and neck.
She soaked her panties and her body convulsed, but Pinkie kept rubbing her pussy, not willing to let her down from her high.
After a minute or two of intense pleasure, Twilight pulled Pinkie's hand away. "No," she panted, "tonight is supposed to be about you."
"Oh, I've already had my turn, and you know how I love to see you smile," Pinkie said.
Twilight grinned, still recovering her breath. "I know, but… still… it's your turn again."
Twilight gave Pinkie a push, and the naked party girl rolled onto her back. She placed Pinkie's own hand over her pussy, encouraging Pinkie to pleasure herself, then climbed on top, grinding against the back of Pinkie's hand.
She kissed Pinkie passionately on the lips, before planting a column of kisses on her cheeks, neck, and chest, all the way down to her right breast. She took as much of the breast as she could into her mouth, sucking hard, and at the same time reached down with one hand to stick her thumb inside Pinkie's wet pussy.
Pinkie grasped Twilight's head to her chest while Twilight suckled on her. Twilight moved her thumb in and out of Pinkie, trying to match the rhythm that Pinkie was using to rub her own clit.
Twilight used the tips of her fingers to circle Pinkie's anus, not pushing them inside, but gently teasing it.
Pinkie moaned, her breathing becoming harder and faster. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations — the suction on her breasts, the feeling of Twilight's tongue caressing her nipple, of Twilight's thumb deep inside her, of the fingers teasing her rear, and of her own manual stimulation of her clit and pussy lips.
Pinkie thrust her hips upwards, trying to get Twilight's thumb deeper inside her. She came hard, crying Twilight's name. The walls of her pussy clenched around Twilight's extended digit while a wave of pleasure swept Pinkie's body.
Twilight withdrew her thumb and raised her head from Pinkie's chest to kiss her on the lips. She rolled off and lay beside her lover, panting, almost as exhausted as Pinkie.
Reaching down, Twilight lightly trailed a finger over Pinkie's lower belly, causing her to crease up from the tickling sensation. "Ow! Twilight! So unfair! You know I'm always super sensitive after sex!" Pinkie complained.
Twilight giggled. "I know, but it's so cute."
Pinkie rolled over. "Come here!" She planted a big sloppy kiss on Twilight's lips. "I'm going to miss you."
Twilight looked into Pinkie's eyes. "I'm going to miss you too. But it won't be long before we can be together again."
Pinkie frowned. "But it will feel long."
Twilight sighed. Three weeks without the person she loved would feel like an eternity, but she had to stay upbeat. "Just remember to think about me — to think about tonight — every time you have whipped cream."
"But I always have whipped cream!" Pinkie exclaimed.
Twilight smiled at her. "Well, then I know you'll be thinking about me always."
"Oh, Twilight," Pinkie laughed, "I'd be doing that anyway."
Author's Note
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