Author's Note

If there's one thing I know about sex (coming from a guy who still has his V-card) is that it's extremely awkward the first time.
And since Doomie knows nothin' about sex...then...
yeah...

Take...Two

“Why’s it blue?”

Doomie blinked, still a bit dazed from the experience. “T-That’s the first thing you ask?” Doomie glanced at his blue mess and pointed at it. “It’s always blue, what color did you think it would be?”

“it’s usually white, Doomie” Pinkie said. “Well, for ponies, at least.”

“White?” Doomie slowly sat up, his member still not calming down after the treatment it went through. “That’s...interesting…”

Pinkie continued looking at the blue puddle. “I...I don’t understand, I barely even touched you, and you just...just…”

“Fertilized?” Doomie said in shame. “Like I said, Pinkie, fastest fertilizer right here.” Doomie pointed at himself before laying on the floor again. “I’m guessing that’s considered a bad thing in your society?”

“I-It’s not...well, it’s not like...it can’t...uh…” Pinkie bit her lip and tried to find a way to put this lightly. “It’s not normal…” She put a smile on, only for it to vanish seconds later.

“Not normal, eh?” Doomie said, still looking at the ceiling. “Go figure.” He sighed and looked down at Pinkie, only for his erection to get in the way, he groaned and banged the back of his head on the floor. “Stupid third stem, always getting in the way!”

Pinkie tilted her head so she could look at Doomie in the eyes for once. “I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

“It is, seeing as how this stupid thing can’t hold it together for five seconds!” Doomie looked at his linghood and glared at it. He would’ve hit it if he hadn’t known it would hurt.

“You don’t have to be so hard on yourself, Doomie.” Pinkie reassured him. “It is our first time.”

Doomie sat up again. “But we haven’t even done it yet...right?”

Pinkie scratched the back of her head. “It’s kinda the first step in this. Well, for some ponies, I’m sure.”

“So...what’s the next step,” Doomie looked at the blue liquid again. “is it like the hive where I take that stuff and-”

“Not exactly...actually.” Pinkie walked up to Doomie. “C-Can I test something?”

Doomie crossed his arms. “If it involves another release, then I don’t wanna.”

“I don’t see how you wouldn’t want another ‘release’.” Pinkie said with a raise of an eyebrow.

Doomie blushed. “L-Look, Pinkie, this is probably the most embarrassing thing that’s happening to me right now.”

Pinkie rested her hooves on his upper legs, making him flinch. “But it’s with someone you love. I don’t see how you could hate it.”

“I don’t hate it, it just feels weird…”

Pinkie shrugged. “Sex can be weird at times.”

“I-It can?” Doomie now noticed her hooves were on his rod again.

“But it can be fun too.” Pinkie adjusted her grip, Making Doomie flinch..

“H-How so?” Doomie said, hoping another release wouldn’t happen while she was.holding it. “L-like, can you do something else besides hold it like that?”

“What do you want me to do with it?” Pinkie tilted his member and looked at it, still amazed by how big it was. She had to admit, she felt like she had total control with him by doing this and although it wasn’t right in her head, the rest of her said otherwise. “If you don’t answer, maybe I’ll think of something.”

Doomie gulped, knowing full well she had the upper hoof in this, with said hoof wrapped around his re-growing member. ”Pinkie, all I know about this thing is that it’s used for fertilizing eggs, is very sensitive, and...well, uh…”

“What?” Pinkie continued looking at what was in her hooves.

Doomie turned away, remembering another trick he and his brothers used for getting the blue liquid. “Um...well, w-when a changeling is tired of the same...uh…’hole routine’.” He pointed at one of his bigger holes in his arms. “S-Sometimes a changeling decides to do it...differently.”

“Differently?” Pinkie looked at him. “What’s that supposed to mean, do you use something else to make you cum.”

“Cum?” Doomie said. “What in the cave is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you did that.” She tilted her head at the blue mess.

“Ah, another weird term. I swear, you ponies come up with the most weirdest names for stuff like this.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Anyway, what do you mean by ‘differently’? Did ya use something besides your hooves?”

“Uh...y-yeah, some of us did...a-and when we did...we found out that...i-it’s kinda...better, in a way.”

“What is?” Pinkie could feel his heart beating through the veins of his member, if felt both strange and arousing to her.

Doomie fidgeted. “Well, we used...uh...um…” Doomie moved one of his hooves to his mouth and grabbed his tongue, he then pulled it out to show just how long it was. Pinkie dropped her jaw as she saw the pink membrane almost touch the floor with some drops of spit dripping from it..

“Y-You sucked your own...” Pinkie looked up at him. “T-That’s kinda-”

“Gahoua?” Doomie said before sucking the tongue back in him. “Yeah, we know it was disgusting, but it’s way better than the hoof, and the taste! It’s almost like-”

“Taste?” Pinkie looked at his fertilizerer again. “W-What do you mean by taste?...d-does it taste good?”

Doomie rubbed his head. “Uh...I can’t really remember, we stopped doing it once the queen found out, saying that the only taste we should be tasting is love.”

Part of Pinkie’s mind knew what she would do next was pretty dirty, but the other part told her this might be better than actual intercourse. “For all I know.” She thought. “He could get me preggers if we went ‘that route’...maybe we’ll look that info up at the library, I’m sure Twilight wouldn’t mind.” She took a breath and said. “What about the blue stuff?”

“Blue stuff?” Doomie quickly realized what she meant and went even redder. “Oh, right...um...that was kinda the other reason why the queen told us not to do it, some of it...’misfired’ I guess you could say.”

“So, it’s not harmful for you guys to eat.”

“W-Wha?” Doomie could feel his face getting hotter by the second “N-No. We’re fine, that stuff isn’t poisonous or anything.” Doomie looked at her and noticed she was staring at his member, mouth slightly open and drooling.. “W-Wait...a-a-are you actually-”

“Only if you promise to do the same.” Pinkie blurted out, knowing that Doomie had no clue what she meant.

“Do the same?” Doomie looked down below her waist. “I thought female drone...er- mares don’t have one of these.”

“We don’t.” Pinkie said. “We got something that this big thing should be getting in. uh...I-I mean, something that’s not this.” She patted the tip of his member, Doomie had gotten so use to what she was doing to it that he didn’t even flinch.

“So, you got some kind of hole or something?” Doomie asked, still confused by all of this.

Pinkie sighed. “Listen, Doomie, I’m gonna be straight with you.” Without warning, Pinkie raised her hoof to his mouth, pulled out his tongue and pointed at it. “This thing is practically just as good as this thing.” She pointed at his member. “Maybe even better.”

“Eht iha?” Doomie asked. “howah?”

Pinkie continued holding the tongue. “For starters, it’s flexible, right?”

Doomie wrapped his tongue around her hoof to answer that. He then slurped his long snakelike muscle back in his mouth and smacked his lips. “Huh, those DD’s were right...Ponis son como caramelos.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing, um...so, what are we doing again?”

Pinkie sighed, knowing Doomie had absolutely no idea what she was about to do. “Since you don’t know, how about I go first.”

“Go first in what?”

Pinkie looked down again. “Doomie, I’m at least gonna ask first.”

“Ask what? Pinkie, I really can’t figure out any of this.”

“You know what you did to this thing when you were, uh...fertilizing, right?” Pinkie tilted his member back and forth.

Doomie nodded, feeling more blood pumping to his third stem. “I remember, I used-”

“Your tongue, right?” Pinkie finished.

“Oh...that method...uh…” Doomie rested his back against the counter. “Y-yes, I used my tongue…” Doomie covered his face with his hooves. “Geez, this is awkward.”

“The first times always awkward, silly.” Pinkie looked away. “I have to admit, though, explaining it to someone who has no idea what to do is pretty...awkward...b-but that’s not a bad thing.”

Doomie lowered his hooves. “It’s not?”

“Course not. Think of it like a learning experience.”

“I failed almost every ‘learning experience’ at the cave…” Doomie stated sadly.

Pinkie leaned her head closer to his tip. “But we’re not at the cave, are we?”

“Uh, n-no…” Doomie said. “D-Does that mean I might have a chance?”

“Let's see if you do.” With no warning, Pinkie planted her lips right on the tip of his member. Luckily, Doomie managed to only squeak and tense up instead of letting go of another load again.

Pinkie realized this and pulled her lips away while Doomie tried to calm down. “See, you didn’t even cum that time.”

“I-Is it bad to uh...’cum’ fast for ponies too?” Doomie waited for an answer, but Pinkie only continued her treatment by moving her muzzle around his rod. He then felt something warm and wet make contact. He yelped and realized her tongue replaced her muzzle as it slid up and down, left and right, gliding across his member until every part of it was wet.

Pinkie looked up at him and said, “Ready?” Doomie could only nod in response, not wanting to talk anymore and instead wanting, no, needing whatever Pinkie would do next. The second he nodded, she dragged her tongue from the very bottom of his rod to the tip before plunging her head back down.

Doomie gasped as his member was now engulfed by Pinkie’s mouth, her hot moist breath and her squelching tongue was enough and send shock waves of pleasure straight to his brain. He clenched his eyes as Pinkie’s tongue traveled all around him and her own deep throaty moans sent vibrations to his sensitive region.

Doomie hung his tongue out and moaned, starting to feel the final stage hit him already, but he didn’t want this feeling to stop. He looked down to see her staring right into his eyes. She didn’t stop either, she continued moving her tongue around. His body could barely take it.

Pinkie could tell he was close. His clenched eyes and teeth and his constant moaning was enough to let her know he couldn’t take much more. She closed her eyes and continued dragging her tongue around him and sucking harder than before, moaning just as much as him.

Doomie couldn’t hold it anymore, the vibrations in her throat triggered his climax. He started gasping in pleasure as he yelled out her name and, with an arched back that sent his rod further down Pinkie’s mouth, came almost as much as before. Pinkie started gagging as the warm liquid ran down her throat. She coughed and spurted most of the blue stuff out of her mouth, but his rod in the way made it difficult to get all of it out. Doomie didn’t seem to care as he exploded a second time.

Pinkie managed to pull his member out, his juices now hitting her mouth first this time, and when it did, the taste was something she never thought she would lay her tongue on. She rolled her eyes up and moved her mouth to his tip as his third shot came, making him scream even louder and the delicious taste fill her taste buds.

After two more times, her mouth couldn’t take the amount and had most of it drop and drool outside her lips, Pinkie realized this and pulled her mouth away, fortunate enough to not have any get shot directly at her face. She managed to swallow some before having the rest fall on the floor with a couple loud coughs.

After a few heavy pants, Doomie opened his eyes, seeing the damage he had caused. He dropped his jaw when he saw Pinkie’s mouth dripping with his seed, some of it out her nose. “P-Pinkie?” Doomie sat back up. “A-Are you okay? I-I felt my...uh, linghood go pretty deep in...uh...ya know, you.” He started fidgeting, feeling even more embarrassed with how he said that.

Even Pinkie felt weirded out by that. “Uh...yeah, I’m fine.” She rubbed her throat, hoping nothing was damaged.

Doomie fidgeted. Trying his hardest to not make this any more awkward than it already was. “So, uh, w-was that good or…welll, what exactly was that?”

Pinkie wiped the rest of the warm blue substance off her and continued smiling. “That’s what we call a cream pie, Doomie.” Pinkie stated.

“Is that a bakery joke or something?” Doomie asked. “Because last time I checked, a cream pie is just that; a pie. Not...this.” Doomie pointed at her face and the mess between both of them.

“Again; it’s a term.” Pinkie said licking the rest of the substance off her lips

“I see...so, uh...w-was it good?”

Pinkie smiled, still feeling like doing another round. “I dunno, was it?”

Doomie wasn’t sure if he could really define what just happened to him. “Uh, I-I guess, I-I mean, w-was it good for you?”

Pinkie stepped closer, her arms on each side of his hips. “It will be.”

Doomie’s eyes went wide once she said that. “W-What do you mean, a-are we not done or-”

“Not by a long shot.” Pinkie raised her hoof to the tip of his nose. “Now, we test out that tongue of yours.”

Doomie cocked his head. “What about my ton-ACK!” Doomie didn’t have time to finish as Pinkie grabbed said tongue and pulled it out of his mouth. “Uh..Peahkeh?”

.Pinkie just held the tongue tighter and slowly lowered it down. “Just follow my lead.”

“Leah? Leah on whaAAH Ah...oh...aaaauuuhmmmgggh~”

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7 hours later…

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Doomie slowly opened his eyes once sunlight came through the kitchen window. He slowly blinked and craned his head down. It was a blur at first, but once his eyes were clear. He saw a sight he’d never thought possible.

]He looked over his body to see that it was completely covered in baking substances, from frosting to dough to sprinkles. He looked up to see his horn was currently stuck to a cupcake. He groaned and slowly took it off, seeing some bits of batter were in the holes of his arms. He looked around the kitchen to see it was even worse. Kitchen supplies were scattered around the room, flour all over the ground, frosting stuck to the walls. It was messy.

As he finally got up and stretched, he smacked his lips, tasting a very odd flavor. It wasn’t love, that much he knew “Huh, weird…”

“Mmmhhhgeah...What’s weird?”

Doomie stood even higher and looked past the countertop, seeing Pinkie in the same state; body covered in food, a cream pie stuck on her head, and a nose that had a dot of frosting on it, which she quickly licked off. “Uh, Pinkie?” Doomie said.

Pinkie rested her arms on the table and put her chin on top of them. “Yes, love bug?”

Doomie looked over himself again. “I-I’m guessing it was pretty...weird last night, wasn’t it?”

Pinkie shrugged. “If by ‘weird’ you mean us having a great time, then yes, it was.”

Doomie shook his head. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, but it was still fun, wasn’t it?”

Doomie had to admit, it was fun, maybe even more than that. “Yeah, I’d say it was great.” Doomie smacked his lips again. “Uh, I think I still taste that...taste...that I tasted…”

Pinkie cocked her head as if trying to pretend that she didn’t know what he was talking about. “Really now?”

Doomie nodded. “Yup, tastes just as good, but...uh, you liked it, right?”

Pinkie couldn’t lie, that tongue did wonders to her body. “Doomie, that tongue of yours is an even greater gift than your...uh, fertilizerer.” She giggled. ““I’m just surprised your fangs didn’t get in the way.”

Doomie tapped his sharp teeth. “W-Well, these guys are gentle when they wanna be.” He then realized the taste was starting to go away, but he didn’t want that to happen, it might not be as good as love, but it was still a great flavor. “Um, a-and I’m sure they won’t get in the way if we did it again.”

A sly smile came across Pinkie’s face. “Oh, you want seconds?”

Doomie smirked. “Do cocoons glow in the dark?”

“They do?” Pinkie’s mind went sidetracked after that. “Oh, that’s so cool, ya gotta do tAH!” Pinkie was then tackled to the ground by the bug, his arms on each side of her body. “D-Doomie?”

Doomie smiled, wanting to try something different. “I think I’m gonna be the one in charge now, you tasty little pie.”

“Oh really now?” Pinkie moved her arms to her chest and pretended to sound hopeless. “So, big bug, what do you plan to do to me?”

Doomie slid his tongue out of his mouth and slowly made it glide across the side of her face before slurping it back in, Pinkie watched in slight anticipation as his head slowly trailed further down her body. Doomie didn’t want to waste time, he would’ve teased her if it wasn’t for his mind begging him to get that taste back in his mouth.

Once he was close enough. Pinkie stopped the helpless act and wrapped her bottom legs around his body. Luckily, Doomie planned for this and plunged his tongue deep into her, making sure the fangs were still out of the way.

Pinkie screamed in ecstasy as his tongue went to work on her again, her legs seemed to lose control once they let go of Doomie’s body, Pinkie noticed and tried pushing his head further in, but the constant wiggling and twisting and turning his tongue was doing right now made her stay put.

Once Doomie noticed the grip her legs had on him were gone, he knew he was in control this time, he wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her, his lips now against her’s, “As least, I think that’s what she called this thing…” Doomie thought, He still didn’t know what this hole of her’s was called, but that didn’t stop him from his treatment.

As Doomie continued and Pinkie’s moans went louder, the two of them didn’t seem to notice how early in the day it was, and that some ponies were still trying to sleep. One mare in particular managed to come downstairs to figure out what all this commotion was coming from.

Once the mare turned the corner to the kitchen, she yelled out. “Pinkie! Do you have any i...de...ah…” The blue mare then froze and started getting flashbacks from a few months ago, only this time it was in the kitchen and not in Pinkie’s bedroom.

From her perspective of the scene, it was Pinkie’s head on one side behind the counter table while Doomie’s legs were on the other. After a yelp escaped Miss Cake’s mouth, Pinkie turned her head toward her and gasped.

Doomie pulled away, his head now peeking over top of the table. “OH! D-Did I hit that F spot you were talking about last...night...” Once Doomie saw who was at the doorway, he growled and yelled out. “Oh for- Ya know what!? I don’t even care anymore! She can watch if she wants to! I’m not letting anything spoiling our moments anymore!” Doomie then threw his head back down and made Pinkie scream in pleasure seconds later.

“DAH-D-Doomie, yaaaah...ya caAH...Caaan’t jah...oooOH~” Pinkie tried pushing his head away from between her legs, but his tongue made sure that wasn’t happening. Pinkie simple went back to her position before; her eyes looking up and her tongue hanging out on the side with her head. She managed to look back at Miss Cake and say, “YouAH...You already knoooooow it’s what it looks like, Miss CAAAAake...so just...just...Oh~” Pinkie then wrapped her arms around the back of his head and pulled him closer, her back arching up while doing so.

Miss Cake watched in horror as Pinkie continued moaning and the sounds of licking and sloshing came from behind the table. With this scene now firmly implanted in her head, she decided to quietly walked away, whispering to herself, “It’s not what it looks like. I-It’s not what it looks like. I-It’s not what it-”

“OH Doomie! Don’t stop!”

“Ugh…”