Shivered Timbers' Sexty Minute Ponies

Perks
by Shivered Timbers

(Prompt: Customer service.)

The last phone call still ringing in his ears, Boxxy Brown sighed as he approached the cake and ice cream-shaped building. He was about to get an earful in person, he just knew it; all he could do was brace for the inevitable as he hauled his cart around the back and knocked on the door.

It took a few moments for any response, time enough for him to consider just what awful scenario lay in store for him. All he could hope to do was stick to the story, true as it was, that the current delay was not, in fact, his fault. Perhaps the shrill-voiced pony at Sugarcube Corner would see reason.

With a clunk, a rattling of latch chains, and a heady squeak, the door opened, to reveal a pink earth pony. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced from his face to the load of boxes behind him.

"You're late!" she said, a dangerous edge to her voice.

"I know, ma'am," he began, "and on behalf of Brown Boxes, Incorporated, allow me to first apologize--"

"I don't want your apologies!" she cried, striding forth and pushing her nose against his. She was apparently nonplussed by the fact that he was half again her size. "I want my ice cream! And I'll bet it's all melty and mushy in those boxes now!"

"Let me reassure you, ma'am," he continued, as diplomatically as possible, "that these are the latest in state of the art refrigerated freight containers, that--"

"I have been calling and calling your place, but nopony answers!" She grabbed his tiny necktie and drew his head downward, so that his eyes were level with hers. Currently, their natural blue was obscured by the flashing fires of Tartauros. She huffed smoke from her nostrils and her teeth ground audibly.

"W-well, it's my office, and I've been out delivering--"

"No excuses!" she snarled. "I will not stand for this treatment! I will not sit for it either! I wanna know what you're gonna do about this, mister!"

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He found himself trying to look anywhere but those blazing eyes, yet his attention was fixed.

"Uh, ma'am, please calm down. I'd be more than happy to overlook the freight charge in this instance--"

"Not good enough!" She released his tie and his head bobbled up and down. "In fact, I insist on paying full price!"

His eyes rattled about in his skull and he had to use his hooves to steady it. "Please, ma'am, I'm sure we can come to some kind of... Wait, you do?"

"Absolutely! One hundred percent!" Despite the reasonableness of her argument, her voice was growing shriller by the minute.

"Uh... Well, how can I make it up to you, then? I do pride myself on customer service, after all."

The pink pony's eyes narrowed. He swallowed, and his back left began to shake uncontrollably.

"I'm gonna fuck you." She spoke the words like a knife aimed at his neck. "Pinkie Pie style!"

"You..." He stood, dumbfounded. "You're gonna have sex with me? Am I hearing that right?"

"Darn tootin', Mister Brown No-Pants! Get your flank inside! And don't forget the ice cream!"

She turned and stalked back into the building. His eyes rested upon the fluffy tail and pink rump, a rump he was soon going to be tapping, if all signs aimed truly.

This, he thought, is punishment I can live with.

Being covered from poll to pastern in slowly melting strawberry ice cream, however, was not his idea of a good "punishment". It was anything but good. It was, in fact, actual punishment. He dared not complain, however, as any time he so much as whined, those fiery blue eyes struck him through again, holding him in position.

"I did say 'Pinkie Pie style'," was all she said by way of explanation.

He'd thought it had been something kinky, like griffon style. Now there was the best way to love midair. But no; Pinkie Pie she was, and a pony-shaped sundae was he. She'd even tossed peanuts and a cherry on top.

He sighed. "All right, Miss Pie, I get that you're upset. But I think maybe I've been punished enough, don't you?" He began to rise, only for a forlorn Pinkie to rush into his path, bottom lip aquiver.

"You're leaving? But we haven't gotten to the fucking yet!"

His left eye twitched. "Look, I think you're jerkin' me around here..."

"But but!" She pushed on his chest, trying to get him to sit, but he was unmoved. "It's just that nopony ever lets me get this far! Don't worry, now that you're dessert, it's time for me to enjoy you!" Her lip stuck out impossibly far. "Pretty please?"

The mood change was giving him whiplash. He sat back in delayed reaction and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I, uh..."

She leaned up against him then, ice cream smooshing between them, and placed a very delicate kiss upon his lips, whispering, "Please?"

He remained still for but a moment. A light laugh escaped his lips. "Well, if you insist..."

"I do insist!" she cried, and pounced upon him, knocking him over while simultaneously cleaning the ice cream off his face with her tongue. It was done in sort of a single motion, leaving him cold and clammy as she chewed and swallowed.

"Mmm, strawberry! My favorite! How'd you know?"

The thought that she had forgotten just what flavor he was covered in occupied his thoughts for approximately two seconds. After that time, she began nibbling at his neck, covering him in small licks and kisses. Inch by inch, she crept backward along his body, and he felt the stirrings of passion within. It was really happening. Something was going to happen, anyway, and his body knew it.

Her tongue and teeth made a clean trail of hair down his barrel, and her rump cheeks brushed over him as his shaft emerged to meet her. She did not, however, embrace him with her marehood, as he'd been so eagerly anticipating. Instead, she lowered her head to his crotch and, with a coy look up at him, began to cleanse him of his sticky covering.

Her tongue swirled around the base of his member, caressing and stroking it until it strained against his hips, yearning to penetrate. He groaned, leaning back on his elbows, closing his eyes as Pinkie slowly and deliberately worked around the base. She even licked his balls clean, sending shivers down his spine.

With gentle kisses, she then worked her way up the underside of his shaft. A long lick to the tip made him arch his back, and then she was taking his entire length into her mouth. Her head traveled with measured strokes up and down, while her tongue wrapped back and forth around his girth, as if to make certain he was entirely clean of ice cream.

A soft "mmm" from her sent more shivers through his body. At one point, she stopped, having deep throated him in his entirety, and made a gulping noise. Her throat constricted around his cocktip and he nearly burst right then. She giggled, and the sound drove him over the edge.

"Oh Celestia, I'm gonna..."

She pulled back as he came, filling her mouth and then covering her face. A large grin spread across her lips and she clapped her hooves together.

"Whee!" she cried. "Now comes the really fun part!"

Panting, he wiped his mouth on the back of his fetlock and returned her grin. "Fun part?"

"Yup!"

She pulled him to his hooves and began bouncing for the upstairs.

"Now we get you aaaaaall clean!"

Hot water pounded on Boxxy's back, relaxing the tension from cramped muscles and cold ice cream. Meanwhile, he pounded into Pinkie's backside, releasing tension of a sexual sort.

"Oh yeah!" she shouted. "Give it to me, big boy!"

She was a talker, all right, but right now, he wasn't too concerned about that. With her mane wet, she was far more attractive, not that he was going to let something like looks deter him from the long-promised sex. He'd always fancied himself a stallion of great prowess, and he was demonstrating that now for her.

Inside, she was tight and wet, and not just because of the shower. He'd caught the faint scent of berries as he'd entered her, and not just because of the shampoo. Now, she was writhing and moaning and rippling in all the right places. It almost seemed like she was doing it just for him.

He pressed against her, his hips slamming against hers, and she panted, laughing and whooping and bucking back against him. His weight didn't seem to slow her down, and she was driving him right back to another climax, and how.

"Aw yeah!" she yelped. "Aw, right there! Muffins and haystacks and baloney and...!"

She came, and he felt her heat increase tenfold as she shuddered across his length. He let go at the same time, and filled her with himself.

They took a long moment to catch their breath, the sound of the water their only companion. Then he withdrew, letting her slump around and face him.

"There now," she said between breaths. "Maybe next time you'll think about how to best serve your customers."

"Uh, yeah," he said. "I sure learned my lesson, Pinkie."

She snickered, grinning lopsidedly. "You better. Or you'll get worse next time!" She leaned up, kissed him on the chin, and then swatted his flank as she exited the tub.

"Towels are in the closet," she called over her shoulder as she left the bathroom.

He laughed to himself, letting the water rinse off what remained of their encounter, then turned the shower off.

"Guess it's just a perk that comes with good customer service," he chuckled, and shook his head.