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                     Customer Service                      
                     -by argustheseer-                     
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                       One and Done                        
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One and Done
Sugarcube corner was a place that everypony knew and loved. The sweets that flowed from the place had built its base of clients and its reputation for excellent service had made a bright spot in the town for years, earning praise and recognition from even royalty. All in all, despite the childish exterior, the business had a reputation that was paramount to its success.
A reputation that Pumpkin Cake, now old enough to take responsibility for the store in the absence of her parents and the ever energetic Pinkie Pie, was bound and determined to maintain.
It was easy for the young unicorn to feel a sense of pride as she caught her reflection in the glass of the bakery displays. While the cap and apron were still a bit big on her, they suited her well, the cap settling nicely on her orange curls and the apron clinging to her plump hips, making the young mare feel very professional indeed.
A small ding from the front door drew her attention as an older stallion trotted to the counter, a folded receipt held in the earth pony's mouth.
“Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner,” Pumpkin called out cheerily as he drew near, remembering her father's instructions. “How may I serve your needs?”
The stallion smiled and laid the receipt out on the counter. “I'm here to pick up a cupcake order,” he said, carefully looking at her as she unfolded the slip in her magic. “It's a large order, very important,” he insisted, his eyes fixed on the young unicorn.
Pumpkin's eyes widened as she saw the numbers on the paper, the very large numbers. “Y..yes, the order is ready mist...”
She was interrupted by a polite cough from the stallion, who glanced around the bakery nervously. “Umm... are either of your parents here, or even Pinkie Pie?” he asked, an odd look in his eye. “I... um, the order is really important and, now I don't want to make a big deal about it, but I'd feel a little better if...”
Pumpkin managed to hold in the flash of anger. She had never liked being doubted, it felt demeaning, but she had to accept that she was an unproven employee and her father's instructions were very clear on keeping the customers happy and trusting.
“Sir,” she began, trying to sound as calm and professional as she could. “My parents would not have entrusted the store to my care if they didn't think I was trained enough or old enough or able to handle it.”
This seemed to appease the stallion somewhat, but the young mare went on, reciting her father's words from memory. “I assure you that we always fulfill our orders and if there is any error or problem then I will do whatever is necessary to make it right.”
The earth pony smiled and nodded. “All right then, I already paid for the order so if you could bring it out?” he prompted, his nervousness gone.
With a grin, Pumpkin nodded and, taking the slip up in her magic, headed into the back to get the order. She returned a few moments later, carefully levitating a large white box onto the counter. “Here is one of the five batches you ordered sir,” she said with a smile. “I will get a trolley cart for you if you need to have them delivered as well.”
“Sounds fine by me,” the stallion replied, lifting up the lid of the box with his hoof. “Just gonna see how good these...” He stopped suddenly, his face turning serious as he stared at the white and black cupcakes in the box and glanced at the inventory sticker on the side. “Hun, I don't mean to alarm you, but just what type of frosting are on these cupcakes?”
A knot of nervousness began to form in Pumpkin's gut as she glanced at the label. “It... it says cream cheese frosting, sir.”
The stallion frowned and Pumpkin Cake felt the nervousness blossom into fear. “That's the problem,” he said, his mood souring by the moment. “They're supposed to be butter-cream, check the slip.”
The filly glanced over the order slip and felt her heart sink. The order had been placed correctly but had been made wrong. “Y... you are correct, sir,” she said, starting to shake from her nerves. “Let me check the other boxes in the back, perhaps there was a mix up.”
The stallion nodded and watched her go, the frown still on his face when she returned with a look of defeat. “I... I'm sorry sir, but they are all like that.”
The stallion beckoned her over, his features softening as he considered one other option. “Maybe they're just mislabeled, lift one out of the box for me,” he instructed as Pumpkin obeyed, hovering one of the cupcakes to his outstretched hoof.
He took one sniff at the frosting and a look of disgust crossed his face. “...never could stand cream cheese frosting,” he said, leaning over the counter and getting uncomfortably close to the young unicorn. “Here, taste it. Just to make sure,” he demanded as he held out the cupcake and glared at her.
Pumpkin considered trying to levitate the cupcake away from the stallion, but after seeing the look in his eye, instead leaned forward to take a bite. She nearly gagged when she suddenly found the whole cupcake forced into her mouth, a strong hoof pressing against the back of her head.
The stallion released her, anger growing in his green eyes. “Well?” he demanded, watching the unicorn choke down the entire treat in nearly a single gulp. “What does it taste like?”
Pumpkin cake took a deep breath, thankful that she had learned to suppress her gag reflex long ago. “It... ah... it tasted like one of our premium chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting,” she recited with a dazed expression. Once her head stopped spinning, she rose to her hooves and trotted around the counter. “I apologize for the mistake and...”
The stallion held up a hoof, silencing her. “Yes, a very costly mistake,” he said angrily. “I paid good bits, up front I might add, for these and now all five batches of them are wrong. I don't suppose you can redo them before tonight?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
The young unicorn could only shake her head as she stared at the box. One case, maybe two, if she got all the ovens going at once, but she knew that it just wasn't physically possible to redo the order in such short time, not by herself. “I'm sorry sir, I just cannot replace the cupcakes in such a short amount of time. The best I can offer to replace the loss with assorted cupcakes from our daily selections,” she explained, bowing her head.
The stallion looked at her for a long time and, for a moment seemed as if he might accept her offer. However he just shook his head and muttered under his breath before fixing his gaze on her. “Not good enough. I want compensation,” he said, drawing nearer to her.
The filly swallowed nervously. The order was large, too large to ignore and the bits were sorely needed. Though the shop had done well, with a family of four and one employee money was never overabundant. Pumpkin stared at the stallion and shifted slightly as she knew the one way she might still salvage the situation. “If the order can't be replaced with stock, would you accept compensation from me?” she asked, trying to make herself look appealing. “I am willing to provide whatever service you require.”
The earth pony's eyes lit up and he licked his lips. “A full servicing of the customer might just make me feel like the price was worth it,” he said and Pumpkin saw a visible twitch from the shadow between the stallion's hind legs.
The unicorn took a deep breath. Though she had been prepared for this moment, the filly let out a faint, shuddering sigh as she trotted over to the front window of the bakery and flipped the sign around to 'Back in one Hour'. Once she was certain the door was locked, she turned back towards the stallion, trying her best not to look nervous. She felt a knot form in her stomach as she saw the hungry look in his leering eyes and the unmistakable shape that was steadily growing along the curve of his belly.
“A... allow me to do whatever is necessary to make this r... right,” she said haltingly as she slowly moved back towards the counter, stopping in front of the tall earth pony.
He stared at her with a look of pure hunger. She was, body wise, much like her mother in miniature. She had a plumpness that could very easily grow into her mother's plush form with the aid of time, sweets and the onset of child bearing hips. However, as she stood before the stallion, her curves were soft, gentle things that teased at his thoughts.
“All right sweetie,” he cooed, lifting a fore hoof and gesturing to the beast that was growing between his legs. “I think we can start by having a little taste test,” the stallion stated. “You need to see about trying some better frosting.”
Pumpkin swallowed nervously and nodded as she stepped close to the stallion, bowing her head as she ducked between his front legs. She reached out with her magic and worked quickly as she felt the stallion run a possessive hoof along the nape of her neck in anticipation.
With the rippling of her aura, the young unicorn coaxed out the sleeping monster inch by swelling inch. The thing was huge to her eyes, not that she'd ever seen one outside her own family, but even so, the swelling cock flesh was already as thick as any of her limbs and seemed longer than her whole body. Even the slimmest earth pony was often hiding a veritable third leg when it came to sheer bulk.
The swelling flare that crowned the cock's tip brushed against her cheek as she worked to free it fully from its sheath the stallion's member was at full length, she had a warm, fleshy rod pressed against her head, running from muzzle to ear.
“Keep going,” the stallion commanded, rising on his hooves and bracing himself against the glass counter, pushing the box of cupcakes onto a nearby shelf. Her breath was hot against his skin and her soft cheek was like velvet on the length of his shaft. Even as her magic trailed downward, caressing the heavy, loaded ball sack, the stallion realized he could very well have gotten off by just grinding against her. However that would never do, not for what he wanted in payment.
Hearing a grunt of approval, Pumpkin began to tenderly rub her face against the swollen meat, wondering how she would ever survive the inevitable impaling she was going to receive. Even so, she was able to work the flesh slowly, tugging and pulling it back and forth with her magic as she saw the stallion's commanding eyes reflected in the glass of the display.
“You're not bad at this,” the stallion mumbled, groaning with pleasure as a stream of pre began to bubble forth from the tip of his shaft. The creamy trail dribbled and ran down his length as she pushed up on the shaft and began to lick its underside, steadying the rod with gentle pressure from her small hooves.
A perverted gleam shone in the stallion's eyes as he watched her continue her hoof and magic-job. “Did you like that cupcake from before?” he asked, smiling perversely when she looked up at him with a nod of her head. “Good,” he said with a grin, grabbing one from the box and holding it under the dripping end of his tool with his hoof. “But I think you'd like it better with a special, salty addition,” he said as his dribbling mess coated the cupcake in an obscene glaze.
“Now... be a good little filly and eat your treat,” he said, stepping back and pushing the gooey cupcake against the young mare's lips before she had a chance to open her mouth wide enough to accept it. The precum soaked confection smeared against her face and Pumpkin swallowed what she could.
Once the bulk of the salty-sweet treat was down, Pumpkin licked her lips as the stallion leered at her. “I might not like that type of frosting, but you don't seem to mind,” he teased, leering at her perversely as he grabbed another of the chocolate treats. “Especially when my special cream is added to the mix, right?”
Pumpkin watched, hypnotized as he took the treat and began to work his cock himself, squishing the cupcake against its flare and smearing the chocolaty mix along his entire length. She found herself salivating at the sweet smell that had replaced the stallion's musk and he grinned at her, daring her to give in.
“Go on,” he teased, waving the throbbing rod in front of her face. “Admit it. You want it, want to wrap those hungry lips around it,” he taunted as Pumpkin swallowed in anticipation, her eyes fixated on the swaying rod. “You want to clean every inch of it and to suck down the salty treat you'll get in the end. Don't you?”
The unicorn's mouth opened and her tongue hung out in answer to the question, eager for the first lick of the 'lollipop' she was being offered, but Pumpkin wasn't prepared for what happened. She suddenly saw the earth pony pull back and level the flared tip at her small mouth and felt a powerful hoof press into the back of the head.
With a single, violent, thrust the Stallion rammed as much of the swollen meat as he could into the young mare's mouth, forcing it halfway down her throat before feeling the resistance become too much. Pumpkin, for her part, felt the wind knocked out of her and her jaw nearly unhinge from the thickness of the thing and found herself struggling to get air.
“Don't fight it, swallow,” the stallion instructed, pushing down on her head until she was practically pinned beneath him. For a moment, it seemed like the young unicorn would never take it all, but as her hindlegs slipped and her flank hit the floor, something gave and the fleshy rod began to slide deeper.
“That's it, just take it all at once,” the stallion said with a satisfied groan as his remaining length vanished past her lips, bulging her throat and pushing inside the opening to the her belly.
Pumpkin's eyes were wide as she felt herself unable to breath, held in place by the earth pony's cock. However, with agonizing slowness, he pulled out and she was quick to inhale once the tip was past her windpipe. Half collapsed from lack of air, she saw the stallion's cock, dripping with pre cum, chocolate and saliva hanging over her head. Coughing lightly, she lifted her head and glanced up at him.
“Get ready my little cocksucker,” he said, grinning as she rose to her hooves and sucked his flare, bracing herself for the inevitable. “Deep breaths when I'm pulling back now, I don't want to knock you out.”
Pumpkin nodded as she felt the pressure against her mouth and the the thick flare pop into place past her teeth. She opened wider and wider to try and accommodate him as the dribbling rod pressed hotly against the back of her throat on its way down. Still, despite having been forced open not a minute before, her jaw still felt like it was going to unhinge with the pressure.
The stallion's hips moved slowly, carefully and relentlessly as he pushed himself down the filly's gullet. This was no sudden thrust, but an almost gentle easing and he shivered with satisfaction when he felt the unicorn take a deep breath just before he cut off her windpipe with his girth. There was a slight shudder when he reached the opening of her stomach, but it only served to heighten his arousal as his flare pushed into her open belly.
Inch after agonizing inch slid inside of her and Pumpkin felt like a skewered marshmallow, ready for roasting, by the time her muzzle was buried against his hilt. She felt the heat and weight of his heavy balls resting against her chin and, impaled as she was, she could feel every pulse and beat of his heart. It may have been the lack of air, but pinned beneath the earth pony's barrel, Pumpkin felt a deep, warm calm fill her.
The calm did not last as the stallion began to whinny, unable to handle the pleasure of having such a warm living cock sleeve wrapped around his shaft. Pumpkin felt a sudden clenching of his balls, followed by a steady pulse as glob after glob of hot semen began to bulge her throat and bloat her belly.
Little by little, the spurting flesh withdrew, filling the space behind it with thick, salty seed. Pumpkin struggled not to choke when she could at last breath again, as each deep breath risked flooding her lungs with the sticky mess. A slight burp from her bloated belly sent a bubble of the cum back up her throat just as the stallion withdrew. Between that and the continuous gouts of semen that were puffing her cheeks, her sinuses burned as the hot seed began to bubble and spurt from her nostrils.
Unable to do anything but cough, Pumpkin was unable to turn her face in time to avoid the last milky spurts that soaked her face and made her look for all the world like she had dunked her face in donut glaze. She leaned against the case and continued coughing for some time as the Stallion gave her air, but dazed as she was, she knew he wasn't finished.
“Look at that little bump,” he teased, tapping her swollen belly with his hoof and making her burp up a little more cum before forcing it down again. “Surprised it's not bigger, with you working here surrounded by so many treats.”
Pumpkin looked up at him and saw he had another one of the cupcakes in his hoof and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the site of it. Stuffed as she was, the unicorn had always craved the sweets her family made and only the watchful eye of her parents and Pinkie Pie kept her from indulging.
“Go on, eat up,” the stallion said, gently holding out the treat for the bloated little unicorn. Unable to resist, she opened her mouth wide and took a bite, the crumbs and frosting becoming stuck to the cum that was now dripping down and staining her apron. She began to run her magic along her face, gathering up the salty, sweet, sticky mass that was now stuck to her into her mouth, a look of dazed bliss on her face.
“Alright,” the stallion said once she had managed to wipe or lick off most of the jizz from her face, though her cap and apron were stained beyond recovery. He reached down and helped her to her hooves, but before she could thank him, he ducked his head under her barrel and lifted her bodily onto the counter, mashing the rest of the cupcakes beneath her barrel.
He pressed against her, squishing her body on the glass of the display shelves, her hot breath and sweat smearing the frosting and juices that stained her chest against the once-clean surface. She gave a shudder as he gave a snort and a hot breath rolled against her nethers.
Instinctively, her tail rose and her legs spread slightly apart as she felt him slide his tongue along her slit, sending a shiver through her flanks. Her body knew what it wanted, what she had bargained away and the soft cushions of her rear and thighs offered little resistance as the stallion began to probe her snatch.
“Mmmh,” the stallion mumbled into the tight slit, which was quickly growing slick with the filly's juices. “I always did love the flavor of fresh pumpkin pie,” he said in between licks of the unicorn's sex, sending his tongue exploring deep inside of her. The young mare, her face pressed against the cool glass, could only shiver and shudder as the experienced stallion worked her over, dragging out each pleasurable tease of her body.
“I... I... I'm happy to... to serrraAH!” Pumpkin cried out, her body wracked by an orgasm that flooded the earth pony's mouth and left his muzzle dripping with her sweet juices. He withdrew and shook his head, grinning at her reflection in the display case as he began to climb over her.
“I'd ask if this is your first time,” he whispered in her ear as his flared tip teased the Pumpkin's tender opening. “But I know better,” he went on, obscenely licking his lips with his long tongue, recalling the lack of any resistance he had found.
“Let me see if I can guess how you lost your innocence,” he went on, smearing cum against her snatch. “A toy perhaps,” he suggested, earning a shivering shake of the head from her.
“How about a spoon or thick handled tool,” he mused, earning a hesitant second shake of her head, though he smirked as he knew she must have been using such things since as pleasure aids. “Your brother?” he at last suggested, and Pumpkin began to blush from hoof to horn.
“Still, no need to be shy,” the stallion said with teasing care as he ground against her. “You're carrying on a family tradition, serving me so well. After all, your mother has had to do this more than once to keep the bills paid and the customers happy.”
A wicked smile crossed his face as he caught the look of surprise in the reflection of Pumpkin's eyes in the glass. “Oh yes,” he cooed teasingly, grinding his cock against her with agonizing slowness, never penetrating, never pulling away. “Cupcake has had her share of customer cream filling over the years and, who knows, my pudgy little treat, there's a good chance you're not your daddy's little girl at all.”
He pressed his cock against her once more, pinning Pumpkin in place. “All in all, you might very well be one of mine,” he whispered to her before suddenly bucking his hips and impaling the shuddering pony to the hilt.
Pumpkin's scream was only muffled by her forelimbs that were pressed tightly against her sticky muzzle. She had felt every inch of him stretch her insides and felt the nauseating popping sensation as the stallion's tip had entered her very womb. Like before, she felt skewered and only the cushion of cum still bloating her belly concealed the obscene bulge the stallion's cock was making.
Her muffled screams faded to grunts as the lanky earth pony rutted the smaller unicorn, filling the bakery with wet slaps as their bodies met. Again and again, the stallion withdrew, only to plunge himself deep inside her once more.
Pinned as she was, with her hindquarters hanging over the counter, there was little Pumpkin could do but take it. Still, little by little she began to rock her hips to the older pony's thrusts and in time, she was able to brace her hooves against the woodwork. Once stable, her pudgy hips began to thrust back to meet his advances, eagerly accepting the plunging meat.
Every thrust made her pussylips puff out and stretch to accommodate its bulk and through her fur, they were becoming pink and tender with the constant pounding. As their fucking increased in pace, their grunts and moans became backed by the tinkling of glass and silver as the display shelves began to shake.
“T..THE FLOOR!” Pumpkin cried out, “Fuck me on the floor before it all breaks!” She felt a sudden sense of weightlessness as she was lifted up and spun, coming down onto the bakery floor with enough force to knock the wind out of her. Still, it was worth the taste of cupcakes and cum flooding back in her mouth to save the contents of the display cases.
It didn't take them long to resume their rhythm, but the sheer size difference in the ponies meant that Pumpkin was practically vertical, her face being pressed into the carpet with every movement of the stallion's hips.
“G...gonna fill you full of baby batter,” the earth pony grunted, his hips moving like a machine as he pistoned in and out of the young unicorn.
“D...Do it!” Pumpkin cried out, but the stallion needed no encouragement as he gave a final thrust before exploding inside of her.
Pumpkin couldn't tell how many times she had cum, only that she felt a steadily increasing sense of fullness in her as the spurting, engorged member flooded her womb with what felt like gallons of cum. The pressure only lessened when the stallion at last pulled out, releasing a sticky torrent of cum onto the floor.
For what seemed like eternity the pair laid amid the mess, too exhausted to move or speak. Finally, Pumpkin turned to the stallion that was now gently rubbing her still swollen belly. “Did I do good, daddy?”
Carrot Cake smiled at his daughter, kissing her on the back of the neck. “You did wonderfully, good catch on the displays at the end,” he said with pride, though somewhat embarrassed that had she not, he would have caused some real damage.
Pumpkin sleepily nuzzled back against him. “I kinda wish I hadn't trained with Pound first,” she muttered looking down at her tummy. “Its not fair that you couldn't put a bun in my oven first.”
Carrot reached over and turned his daughter's face to his before giving her gentle and passionate kiss. “I've put a bun in Pinkie's oven, so it's all right. Besides,” he said, chuckling. “Now the bun in your oven is glazed.”
Pumpkin smiled sweetly at her father. “Can I take a little nap now, before we have to clean up?”
Carrot Cake nodded and pulled his daughter close as she began to drift off. The mess could be dealt with later.