“C’mon sleepyhead, you can’t just lie in bed all day!”
Anon was roused from his slumber by the vigorous shaking of the two hooves planted firmly on his shoulder. His eyes bolted open, meeting the overly-exuberant expression of Ponyville’s resident party pony, Pinkie Pie. She rushed over to the olive-colored shudders, throwing them open with a quick push, allowing the morning sunlight to stab him in the eyes.
“Waahg!” He crowed as his surprised movements tossed him off the bed, falling with a muffled *Thump* onto the felt rug. With a groan, he slowly regained his balance and stood up, only to stumble as Pinkie’s nose nudged him along.
“What’re you doing just standing there silly? We’ve got all sorts of totally yummy goodies that need baking!”
“Okay, fine just, uuugh…” Anon responded between yawns, still not fully awake. “Just give me like five minutes to get dressed…” He droned off, rubbing his eyes as they struggled to adjust to the change in brightness.
“Righty-o then!” She happily stated as she hopped out of the room, her voice becoming less audible as she made her way down the stairs with a *Clop* *Clop*. “Funny how he always likes to wear his clothes, I mean sure it looks nice and everything but I’d never spend so much time getting ready like that when I could just get up and…”
Anon took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the early morning, which really just consisted of wet grass, though the occasional breeze brought a sweet undertone of tulip into the room. It really had been nice for Pinkie to let him stay with her, even if he had to assist with the bakery; Pinkie was more than happy to let him stay at the first opportunity. The free food and room didn’t exactly make up for the fact that he didn’t get a paycheck, but he saved the worrying for when he got back on his feet. Until then, he’d gladly assist in helping in Sugarcube Corner’s kitchen.
“YOOHOO!” Pinkie’s voice rattled through the floorboards, alerting Anon of her readiness.
“Uh, yeah, coming!” He shouted down as he ran out, hopping with one foot as he turned the corner, trying to get his foot into the pants leg.
“There you are!” Pinkie greeted as Anon pushed open the double doors separating the kitchen from the rest of the building. The machines and ingredients had been neatly set up, and quite quickly at that. “Now, I was thinking we could start with some DELICIOUS donuts because those sold out last Tuesday, and then we could work on making this absolutely FANTABULOUS cake that I think the ponies will just LOVE, and then…”
The baking turned out to be much more tiring than Anon had originally expected. He had to mix the flour and sugar, then pour it and the liquid mixture into a mixing bowl, while keeping an eye on the cookies baking in the oven that were quickly turning golden brown, after which he had to made sure each cupcake has the right amount of frosting before he sent it over to Pinkie, whom he had to jump over as he rushed to get the oven cloth to take out the second layer of the cake that had to cool on the wiring rack that was still in the dishwasher and…
“God damn…” Anon sighed as he collapsed down the wall onto the floor, sweat droplets making streaks on his face. Pinkie, who didn’t look the least out of breath, sat down next to him.
“I know, it’s soooo hard to bake all this stuff! Like some ponies think it’s like baking cookies with their parents, only it’s really like baking cookies and brownies and cupcakes and cake, but alone, but not really cause I’ve got YOU to help!” She leaned in to hug him, but lingered only for a second before disengaging and wiping her hooves. “Wow! You’re all hot and sweaty! Are you sure you want to wear all those clothes when you’re working in here?” Anon turned to look at her with a blush, slightly hidden by the red hue of his face.
“Yeah, I’m sure, it’s just that…”
“You’re shy!” Pinkie jumped in, cutting Anon off guard. “You don’t need to be, almost everypony doesn’t wear clothes, they won’t laugh at you like you aren’t fancy or anything!” She prodded Anon’s unwillingness as she bit down on his shirt before pulling it up over his head, letting the cool, almost chilling air relieve his overheated torso.
“I-uh…” Anon’s blush was becoming more visible, as was the ever-increasing bulge in his pants. Pinkie, though, paid no mind. She bent down at Anon’s ankles to pull his pants off as well, only to be stopped by a sudden resistance. “Nyaaagh…” Anon grunted as Pinkie’s eyes trailed upward, spotting his excitement.
“Aw, is that for me? Nopony’s ever been as happy as you are when we touch!” She sweetly spouted as she gingerly cupped the waistline of the pants in her mouth, navigating it over the mound, revealing the underwear beneath, “Oh hey, there’s this white thing here too, and off it goes!”
“Whoa, don’t-ahh!” The fabric was pulled downwards, allowing Anon’s aroused member to spring up out of its steamy prison, flinging a drop of sweat onto the corner of Pinkie’s mouth. She lovingly licked it off with her tongue as she threw the last of the clothes into the corner.
“There! Now you won’t be all hot when you w-hey what’s the matter?” Anon was quite flustered from all the intimate contact, even if it did seem so normal to Pinkie. He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he simply looked downwards, trying to hide his full-on blush. “Are you sad? You look sad right now.”
“Uh, y-yeah…sure…” Anon went along with Pinkie’s questioning, a bit too preoccupied with his own emotions; Pinkie didn't have enough relationship experience to recognize sexual timidity.
“Oooooh, I get it! You’re sad because it’s so hard to bake in the kitchen with me! And Mrs. Cake isn't even letting you get paid! All because you’re staying here…” Pinkie’s tone trailed off as her mind wandered for a minute. Suddenly, there was a palpable feeling of dread in the air as Pinkie let out a *Gasp*, her hair falling straight and perpendicular with the flat floor. “Y-you want to leave…don’t you?” Her eyes started to tear up as she made an effort not to show a look of sadness, with little success. Anon’s eyes widened at Pinkie’s reaction to her own assumptions, his mind trying to come up with some way to tell her off.
“N-no, it’s not that at all! It’s just, I…” He couldn’t find the words as Pinkie’s hooves helplessly banged against his chest in plight.
“Please don’t go! I really really really like having someone to help me in the kitchen; it can get SO lonely sometimes!” Her tears were falling freely on Anon’s chest as she climbed toward his face. Her movements were erratic, and before long her whimpering body brushed against Anon’s member, filling her mind with a last-ditch idea. “I-I can make you happy! I can make you feel good and happy! W-will you stay then…please?”
“Uh…y-yeah! But you really don’t have to-“
“WHOOOPIE!” Pinkie exploded off of Anon as the sound of confetti poppers filled the room and her hair spontaneously puffed up fiercely. “Thankyouthankthankyouthankyou! Don’t worry, I know JUST what to do!” She ran over to the tabletop cluttered with cupcakes of all flavors and colors; her eyes darted to the lemon meringue. “Mrs. Cake doesn’t let me take any of the ‘sellable’ ones, but…” She took her hoof and smeared a bit of the frosting onto the side. “OOPSIE DAISIES! I don’t think anypony’s gonna buy this one!” She picked it up and walked over to Anon, who was eyeing the cupcake suspiciously.
“Um, what are you going to with that?” He asked, puzzled.
“This!” Pinkie shouted as she bent over, giving Anon a full view of her marehood. Her hoof, grasping the cupcake, moved over to her flank, finding the entrance to her opening with ease. Her body shook ever so slightly and she squealed in pleasure and strain as her hoof pressed the cupcake inwards, making a very faint, creamy sound as she did. If Anon’s wasn’t rock hard before, he was now; he could only sit there, shocked, as Pinkie stood waiting.
“Wha-bu-um…” Anon’s mind was too clouded by arousal and surprise to form a coherent sentence.
“Oh yeah, you’re a little shy, aren’t you? Don’t worry, your auntie Pinkie Pie will help you get started!” She turned to face Anon as she thrusted her rump down, perfectly encapsulating Anon’s member in the sweet, creamy mess inside her, as the tight walls of her insides passionately hugged every surface inch of his sensitive flesh.
“Gah!” Anon yelped in surprise, the foreign feeling of cream driving him wild. Pinkie looked down and saw him biting his lip, which she quickly took into her mouth with a kiss. Anon wasn't sure what to do—he was a bit embarrassed at never kissing a girl before, human or otherwise—but his natural instincts took over in the form of delicate pressure against Pinkie's lips. Their tongue tips prodded nervously once before taking each other into a twirl, the exchange of saliva sending a shiver through both Anon and Pinkie.
“Mmmmph!” Pinkie moaned through her nose in pleasure as she began to grind against Anon’s waist, their sticky lemon frosting creating unbounding stimulation as it was constantly pulled away, only to have the vacuum replaced by seemingly endless amounts of fresh, cool frosting, slowly being liquefied by the passionate warmth of Pinkie’s body heat. Anon’s eyes were closed tight, taking in the feelings he had neigh experienced before, yet he dared to open them, meeting the gaze of Pinkie’s wide, longing eyes. He shut them quickly, feeling a blanket of shyness sweep over him. It was lifted, however, by the touch of Pinkie’s free hoof against his cheek, the slow stroking giving him the guile he needed. He opened his eyes again, locking his focus deep within Pinkie’s pupils as they continued to kiss and grind as one.
As the session continued on, Pinkie’s pace and power increased, her hips rising and falling smoothly as to allow the syrupy frosting to slosh all over Anon’s erection. Her breathing began to grow strained as Anon’s own hips began thrusting deeper into her, driving her wild as frosting was pushed impossibly deep within her. She felt the puff of Anon's own breathing as well, signifying his imminent creation of his own signature frosting. Pinkie, however, was not having any of it just yet, Anon deserved more than just this. She quickly broke the embrace, creating an amazingly loud *POP* as she drew her mouth out of the kiss, leaving behind a long trial of saliva that gleamed in the light of the pristine kitchen. Anon let out a shrill breath at the loss of the embrace. Pinkie's tongue shot out, licking up whatever part of the strand it could reach, before she swallowed with a purposely-loud gulp.
As she stood up from the coitus, a stream of lemony liquid, now a mixture of frosting, precum, and vaginal fluids, made its way out of Pinkie’s then congested insides, splattering all over Anon’s awaiting crotch, still lifting itself up, desperate for relief. She turned away from Anon, coming face to face with his saccharine manhood.
“Don’t let it go just now, that was only HALF the fun!” She cheerfully exclaimed, hiding her fatigue, as she butted her flank backwards onto Anon’s face, whose tongue, still yearning for companionship, instantly began to clean off all the pale yellow syrup that was seemingly everywhere. He uncontrollably groaned in pleasure of the sweet taste of lemon and fluid, not caring that some of it was indeed his own. Pinkie held in another squeal as she too bent down to use her tongue. She began by licking only small spots here and there, savoring the flavor as she tried to pick out the taste of Anon’s precum from the mixture. Quickly growing confident, she took one long lick up across the full length of his shaft, before wrapping around the head and throwing her whole weight down onto it, sending frosting as far back as the back of her mouth.
“Aabmlf!” Anon spat out amidst the endless flow of sweetness, being hardly able to escape both the pleasure and the frosting. Every time he licked, the absent space was quickly taken by more frosting stored inside of Pinkie, the flow stimulating Pinkie even more who was already trying to hold back her own body’s inevitable response; he wondered just how much frosting her little body was managing to hold. He could hardly muster a breath of fresh air between licks, and when he did, it was both loud and sloppy-sounding, much to his embarrassment and excitement. Pinkie would never judge him however, anyone would act like that when they were having as much fun as they were!
A complete hush ran through the air as they simultaneously reached the point of no return. Taking it as a sign, they both sped up their actions to incredible speeds: Pinkie bobbing up and down almost invisibly fast, Anon licking every inch of Pinkie he could reach in blinding time. His seed rose from the tower, splurging into Pinkie’s mouth, who was immediately taken aback by the unique flavor: it did not taste of hay, nor of minerals, instead, it was indescribably-savory, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She was practically sucking all the semen inside of Anon as she struggled to swallow the ever-flowing river, relishing in the feeling of it running down her throat in dribbles.
Anon was taken off guard as well when the flow of Pinkie’s ejaculatory fluid broke past the barrier of creamy goodness, smashing right into his mouth. The taste brought him back to childhood as he identified it as something akin to condensed milk, though the lemon frosting only added to the thick pleasure that he too couldn’t get enough of. He tried to catch and swallow as much of it as he could, not noticing, nor particularly caring about the copious amounts of liquid falling down his face and body, coating the floor around him. The tirade of orgasm quickly drew to a close as their bodies finally ran out of the fluid they so desperately craved from one another.
“W-was t-that good…?” Pinkie earnestly asked, completely drained of energy. She could barely muster the strength to stand up, shaking as she did, all while keeping her awaiting eyes locked on Anon. He too was majorly exhausted, and made an attempt to stand up, getting as far as one knee.
“Y-yeah…Pinkie, that was great, that was perfect…” He fell over onto Pinkie, capturing her in another embrace as they lied on the floor, resting in each other’s arms.
“I’m…so glad you’re happy…and staying with me, right?”
“Yes, Pinkie, I am.” He leaned in, his mouth addicted to the expert dexterity of Pinkie’s mouth. She happily obliged, letting both of their mouths go to work as their bodies rested. The peace was so serene, Anon hardly noticed that he was drifting off to sleep.
Author's Note
And then Mr. Cake had to work the day shift while Anon and Pinkie Pie lied unconscious in a sticky heap, and everyone lived happily ever after.
