“You know,” you thought to yourself as you walked, “I’m pretty lucky to even get a job with the few skills I gained on Earth." The Popsicle company hired you as a taste tester to help in the development of new Popsicle flavors, and before that you didn’t have any other careers or college education on your resume to boast. Fortunately for you, ponies had a comparable sense to humans of what “tasty” meant. Sugar Cube Corner was a stroke of luck in this whole ordeal as they were begging for someone to try new treats.
So you were hired as soon as you displayed them your distinguished tongue for excellence in the world of culinary arts. It was your new duty in Equestria to ensure that the new recipes of the Cakes were up to standard and to sometimes deliver these new recipes to customers, and today’s customer was none other than the regal princess of friendship, Twilight Sparkle. You were going to deliver her some of the new cookies and cream cupcakes that the Cakes were so proud of.
It was a sunny Ponyville morning, and the castle gleamed up ahead where Twilight made residence. Once you reached the castle door, you raised your arm that wasn’t carrying the box of cupcakes to knock. The door opened to reveal Twilight, who looked like she was wide awake despite it being a little past 6 AM.
“Hello, I’m Twilight Sparkle,” She said being modest as if you hadn’t heard of the alicorn of all ponies living in your small town, “come on in.” You followed behind her through the door and into the main room with six thrones. “Right here’s fine,” she gestured toward the massive, circular table. You placed it on the table ready to leave before she cut in, “I didn’t catch your name”.
“Anon,” you answered to her. It must have sounded exotic due to her reaction.
“Do you mind answering some research questions I have about your home world?” she asked you. You only shook your head at the notion. You’ve pretty much explained it one hundred times already.
“No thanks,” was what you returned to her question in hopes to get out of there so you could be back to work.
“But please, Anon,” it’s important for advancement of Equestrian scientific study!” she pleaded with you. You sighed and reluctantly agreed. You just hoped it wouldn’t take all day.
She fired with question after question, wanting painstaking detail to be included with every answer to add to her journal. Everything from your family structure, to the systems of government included in your nation. It was vapid until she got to your old profession of popsicle licking. You loved that job, and gave enthusiastic responses which contrasted with the early answers that were much more hidden behind your disinterested attitude. If only you could give a demonstration of how you did your work…
“Ah, thank you,” she praised for your cooperation. She levitated one of the cupcakes from the box into your hands. “That’s your payment,” she informed you about the edible reward. An idea popped into your head about your job. With food, you could really show what your expert mouth was capable of!
Twilight watched you as your tongue wetly lapped up the white frosting atop the cupcake. Your moves with your tongue had only the cake part of the cupcake left within moments, and it was covered in a sheen from your saliva. While you began to eat the rest, you made eye contact with Twilight whose face was in full blush with her wings spread. Was eating in front of royalty rude or something?
“Twilight, is something wrong?” you asked. She shook her head to regain consciousness.
“Oh, ah nothing,” she said while still blushing. It looked as though she really had to force those wings down as if they were stiff. She got herself a cupcake and held it in front of her face before giving an awkward sounding sneeze. The sneeze made her head jerk forward, and let her horn poke into the frosting. “Oh no Anon, it seems like my horn might have gotten a little frosting on it,” Twilight hinted to you. You had no reaction as her magic, you thought, could easily clean it off.
Her eyes narrowed a bit in concentration. “Gosh, I hope you might be able to help me out with this frosting heh-heh,” she informed you explicitly this time and pointed with her fore hoof. All right then, you get the hint. You moved over and reached your hand out to gently run your fingers along her horn, scraping off the frosting. “Oooooh,” she cooed at your touch.
You felt the little ridges that her her horn had spiraling up its length, taking care to ensure that it was completely clear of any frosting. However, it was probably more efficient to utilize your entire palm’s grip to wipe it. You then grabbed the base of her horn firmly and brought it all the way up the top. This time Twilight yelled out your name.
“Twilight, did I hurt you?” you asked in concern. She shook her head.
“You know, once you get my horn wiped, it’s still going to be sticky…,” Twilight trailed off, “ maybe if you used your mouth it might not be?” Well, it’s more than likely something that’s not sexual in pony culture to clean another pony with your mouth since they didn’t have hands. You prepared yourself to come to her aid. Your mouth stopped just in front of her horn and your tongue exited out. Contact was made and was greeted by her cooing again.
Base to tip was your strategy, and based on her increasing moans of satisfaction, it was a success. You looked up at the top of her horn to find it glowing faintly. If things were going this good you might as well use your whole mouth, right? You brought down your tongue to the tip before letting the first inch of her length into your mouth. “Eeeeaaaaah!” Twilight practically screamed at your surprising advancement. She jerked her head a few times, making you hug her head in order to totally take control of her cleaning to prevent a future throat stabbing.
You bobbed up and down all the way until your lips met at the bottom, kissing her forehead. This was going on while your tongue employed its expert skill at swirling around a phallic object to gain all of the flavor. No more of the vanilla flavoring remained but if you had to put a name to the current flavor, you’d probably say purple.
You had lost yourself in the ways of your old job making sure that this was performed the same. You went until your supervisor informed you to stop, and Twilight hadn’t told you to stop yet. It was time to speed up to really show her your capabilities. Going faster, gagging was hard to avoid with her horn at least half a foot long. A new sensation akin to buzzing was now happening in your mouth with her horn’s magic. She screamed one more time, but this was followed by a bursting of magic in your mouth. It tasted like more purple.
"Please keep going," she begged of you. It was all the motivation you needed to keep using using your tongue faster. Now, each time you made your way back down to her horns base, her horn pulsed with her magic. You savored each ridge in your mouth. The feeling of a unicorn's horn was so exotic. Not much strength was left in your tongue and your air supply wasn't fairing too well either. Hopefully, Twilight would give you a break soon.
“Anon, I'm gonna cum!” Twilight howled. What the fuck was she talking about? The initial burst of magic that happened in your mouth was minuscule in comparison to this. A large load of pure energy ,magic cum blasted out. You didn’t want to choke so you back off once it filled your mouth. After you pulled her horn out, you watched as the magic coming out of her horn was flying in the air and it looked like the normal, sparkling telekinesis that unicorns use. You spit out the magic in your mouth to see it was the same electric like stuff still emerging from her horn until it dissipated.
Twilight was panting and buckling at her knees. “Sorry Twilight,” you said realizing that you had taken your Popsicle job reminiscence too far and hurt this mare. You got up and made your way to the castle door out of the throne room a little embarrassed. Twilight surprised you when she came running after you.
“Wait! Come back here again tomorrow with some more cupcakes Anon,” she ordered you.
You were kind of shocked since you thought you hurt her just earlier. “I might need your help with my horn again.” You were liking this idea.
Author's Note
Yeah, it was short, but I have a bad case of writer's block. Keep sucking horns
