Secret Ingredient

by ThePoopBandit

Rating: mature
Tags: Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Lyra, Second Person, Comedy, Pipsqueak, Random, Sex
Length: 1091

Your cupcakes are selling like crazy. Luckily, you still have your willing subject to extract the secret ingredient.

You've finally found your calling in Equestria. It's to make a living by selling your wonderful cupcakes. These cupcakes happen to need a special ingredient for their icing. As long as you do your special job in the back of the bakery, and no one finds out what the special ingredient is, you've got it made.

Published 2017-10-06 01:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-10-06 01:50:06 UTC

Excuse me ma'am, may I stroke your horn?

Yet again, all of them are sold out! You’re looking to the once filled tray that held the mint cupcakes. The cash register is lighting up like no other. A huge influx of ponies came and swept you clean of your product in only a few minutes. This was the new Saturday market for you. Only a few weeks ago, the cupcakes weren’t getting a dent made in them.

With their introduction, the new mint cupcakes were giving you sales that made you able to compete with the other sweet shops in Ponyville. Sugarcube Corner and Bon Bon’s shop have started to feel the pressure from your escalating sales. Funny enough, you could have sworn that you saw the Cakes with a mint cupcake of their own that they were advertising.

With the thought of their shameless copies aside, what your competitors lack in their baking repertoire was the mint flavoring that you have been obtaining by questionable means. Oh, if anyone found out...

That flavoring syrup you use was supposed to last until Tuesday. Now you’re going to have to contact your supplier immediately if you want to keep making money for the rest of the week. The ponies are eyeing the other sweets you had made in your new store, but they didn’t really care for them. They other sweets are slow in sales, but the new cupcakes are selling like mad, which explains the crowd in your store.

“Hello mistuh human. Do you have any of your cupcakes?” Pipsqueak was asking you. He looks nervously at the empty tray fearing the worst.

“I don’t have any more of the mint ones, but I do have the other flavors.”

“Oh… um… I really only wanted those ones… sir,” Pipsqueak pronounced in a heavy, Trottingham accent.

“I’m sorry little buddy. I ran out again,” you’re saying while rubbing your neck in a fluster. You promised the kid that you’d have some for him today, but now your promise is broken. Well, maybe not. “Tell ya’ what… I just might get my ingredients again today,” you are beaming to him. He nods in appreciation and proclaims that he’ll be back again to check later. Okay, you need to get going right away. Shit...

You knock on the door while panting. You practically sprinted across town to get to Lyra’s house while carrying a bowl. The door opens, and it reveals Lyra. She greets you like usual in a seductive fluttering of her eyes. She knows what your visits mean.

“I’m sorry, but I just ran out so fast this time. It’s really making them sell like crazy!”

“Hmmm… I’d be happy to help you get more,” Lyra is speaking huskily. She leads you to a type of massage chair located in her living room that you’ve been using so far to extract the flavor. It looks just like the ones Asian people use in the mall with a hole in the head rest to put your face into. She mounts it the same way people on Earth do and plants her head down with her horn sticking up for you to have easy access. “ I’m ready for my massage Anon.”

Here it goes. The coffee table that is located just next to the massage chair has a can of horn wax. It works the same as sex lube essentially, so you coat you left palm liberally. The bowl you brought with you still rests in your right. Your lubed hand raises and takes ahold of the needy mare’s horn. She gasps cutely. You didn’t mind her moans and sounds of ecstasy when you stroke her, but you only had money on your mind.

Your hand slides from the middle, where you first took hold, to her forehead. The process is repeated in reverse so your hand travels to the tip instead. That gets another gasp from her. Alright, let’s kick into high gear. Once her horn is coated in lube, and she’s warmed up from the first few test strokes, your hand begins to pick up the pace and fervently quickens its jerking.

An awesome benefit from this is that you can totally be ambidexterous when you masterbate now. Both of your hands are great for jerking off from the practice you get with Lyra. You can’t help but think to yourself about what you could achieve with skills like this, “They seriously need some type of meat beating contest in Equestria. Maybe a horn-slut one would be a sure fire way for me to win a cash prize. I’d be damn good at it at least.”

“Arrrrrrrgh!” now Lyra is groaning. Her horn is lit up and ready to fire soon. Since you’ve started, her head has raised up and she’s looking cross eyed at your hand.

“Whoooaaaaiiiih!” her yelling is a clear indication that it’s time to put the bowl in front of her. A stream of magical, unicorn, horn cum erupts from her tip, and the bowl catches it.

“Oh, Celestia…”

Your take your hand off and swish the viscous, mint liquid around in the bowl. It had to be only a few ounces, but the stuff was potent.

“THANK YOU SO MUCH, LYRA!” you give her a well deserved hug. All she does is just continue to be borderline unconscious and can’t really speak from the forehead orgasm you gave her. Dang, hornjobs have to be really intense to make her always be this way in the afterglow stage. “Alright, I need to get going, and I guess we're still having our date tomorrow, right?”

“Huurrrrrrrr”

Note to self: Don’t bother trying to talk to mares after they become horngasm zombies.

The following baking hour was the same for you as any other baker: Get pans, wire whisk for the eggs, measure out the cum, put it in with the rest of the ingredients for the frosting, bake, add the icing ,and presto! You now have Minty cupcakes with icing made directly from Unicorns! You put the fresh batch atop the shelf under a glass case in the front of your store. The onslaught of customers arrive and you reward them with what they crave. PipSqueak is among them and you take out the one you’ve been saving just for him. He gives you a few bits and takes his treat.

“Thank you so much mistuh!”

You watch as he takes a bite directly in, savoring all the deliciousness.

“Mmm… so good sir”

You smile.