Pinkie's New Menuby Michael HudsonChaptersRumbleDiamond TiaraButton MashRumbleRumble entered the sweet shop, late at night, almost at closing, as a wreck. He hadn’t been as lucky as his best friend Button in adult life, what with losing the first mare he loved in only a week, rather than staying out entirely of the field. He also just lost his job, instead of finding opportunities in a passion. Now he barely had anything to his name and would be worried about his home if Button couldn’t afford the rent by himself. In other words, what he needed was a pick me up. He needed something better than sweets or candy, and Button had told him that he could get them here. He could get it from Pinkie, who, he didn’t know, had just been told about his failure earlier today by Button. The only problem was that Rumbled lived in the shadow of his lazy, perverse, but somehow successful brother, having been demeaned most of his life and needed something that he couldn’t find. Pinkie had had plans to maybe help him before, but simply telling him would never have worked. Not until he was open to it at least. Which was why today she came out from behind of the counter, her special menu in her mouth while her tail swished behind her, bound at the base by black leather. She wore fishnet stockings up to her thighs, along with a tight corset that pushed up her tits, but didn’t hide her nipples. Instead, she was in plain view for him, nothing hiding on her as she crawled towards him. To say the least, Rumble’s doubts about his friend’s claims vanished, and he was hard almost in an instant. For a second, he thought she might be there to punish him, but her crawling wouldn’t make sense. Not only that, but she flattened herself to the ground, the sides of her boobs being able to be seen peeking out from her sides, and presented him the menu. On it, an item was circled that said: The Daddy Deal: Bring me back to my youth with spankings, a fuck however you want, and all the verbal abuse you want to give me. I promise I can take it. I’ll even love it. Rumble’s mouth dropped, but then felt a fire in him grow again. It had come earlier in the day when he was fired and he had wanted to scream at his boss. Howl, shout, beat into… No, he couldn’t do that to Pinkie, but… “Wait, does this say seventy five bits?” Pinkie looked up, winking at him. “I need to make a profit when I’m not doing this for free. Now, daddy,” she said as she leaned back, sitting on her heels as her breasts were on full display, “please, tell this bad girl what you want her to do.” Rumble considered what to do, before he threw out all thoughts he might have had to stop this. He wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t about to… well, he supposed looking a gift horse in the mouth was what he was actually going to do. That, or fill it at least. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought, especially due to the pressure in his pants, before he started getting to work undoing his pants. “Well, um, I guess you could…” He swallowed hard, and said nervously, “suck me off?” Pinkie pouted, turning her head away from him before crossing her arms as well. “I don’t wanna!” Rumble scowled and, before he could stop himself, shouted, “You’re the one who told me to do this, so suck my cock you fucking cunt!” His hands shot up to his mouth as Pinkie looked at him from her peripherals, her eyes staring daggers into him. At least, until they widened and turned into ones like those a puppy might give someone. “I-I’m sorry, daddy. Let me… Let me help you then. I didn’t mean to upset you after all.” Rumble couldn’t believe that she was actually listening to him, and wouldn’t have had her hands not reinforced her obedience. Since his button was already undone, all she had to do was slip down the zipper, her palm grinding against his cock, before she then eagerly pulled his pants down, dropping them to his ankles expertly as her eyes shone at the sight of his cock. Her breath beat against his already rigid member as she spoke against it, one of her hands stroking it while her mouth teased it from a centimeter away. “Wow, daddy is so big. I don’t know if I can fit it.” Rumble swallowed hard, before stammering out, “W-welll t-too bad! You need to suck on them like a good girl, or else I’m gonna have to make you.’ Pinkie, still smiling internally at his cute stammers, teased him a bit more as she pecked the tip of his cock. “I don’t know. It looks like daddy can’t last anyways, so what’s the-” An actual insult was the last straw, and Rumble’s frustrations moved him first. He grabbed the sides of her head, legitimately catching Pinkie by surprise, before pulling her back, forcing his cock into her throat while she gagged, her eyes wide from the shock of it all. Meanwhile, Rumble’s were much the same as she felt how tight it was as her throat closed up on his, every muscle pressing and massaging his cock as it tried to deal with the sudden intrusion. It was too much for the pent up, frustrated stallion, and his body shook in response. He tried pulling himself out, but his legs refused to move. He was stuck in euphoria and terror, as he could feel himself hurting Pinkie as his cock trembled, before finally his hot, thick seed poured down her throat. When he pulled out, she fell backwards, coughing some of the cum up as her own body shook. Rumble, for the first time in the night, didn’t miss a beat as he dove to be next to her, shouting, “Oh sweet Celestia, I am so sorry! Are you okay? I shouldn’t have pulled on you like that. And cumming while doing that? Oooh…” He stopped only because of Pinkie’s finger. She smiled at him as a little cum was still at the side of her mouth, as well as staining her teeth. He couldn’t get how she could smile, at least until she spoke. “You did wonderfully. You even already understand aftercare, which is a lot better than most stallions.” Rumble blinked a few times, before whispering, “You mean… you liked that?” Pinkie looked away for a moment, as if embarrassed, but that was as far from the truth as possible. “I might be a touch of a masochist, and you’re plenty large enough to help that part of me shudder.” To demonstrate, she shook and shivered as she said the last word, before tapping him on the nose. “And tell Button that if you want more lessons being my dear daddy, I’ll happily give him a ninety percent discount if it means tasting that cock of yours again.” Rumble, sitting on the ground with her, smiled. He could feel the anger in him rise up and want to be used more like… this, and if she was willing to teach him, he was happy to listen. In fact, the only reason he didn’t share his joy with her with a kiss was from almost getting sick about thinking of tasting his own cum. Diamond TiaraDiamond Tiara blinked as Pinkie slipped the menu on the table and sat across from her. The place was mostly empty, and she had lost track of time. She should have been home. Should have been on the phone late into the night. Just like… Just like… She blinked away a tear at her eye as she pulled up the menu closer to her. She should order something more than the coffee and piece of cake she had. It was the polite thing to do, even if it cost money. At least, until her face turned red. And then, she laughed. Pinkie blinked at the laugh, before glancing around herself. They were the only two in there, so that wasn’t why. Then again, this was Diamond Tiara. She could just have some crude words to say about her new practice after all. But Diamond Tiara didn’t say that. She stared at Pinkie, one of her hands going through her messy hair. It betrayed how little sleep she got. How many long hours she took in at work and at home. Somehow though, right now, she could smile before whispering, “I never thought you and I would have something in common.” Pinkie tilted her head, before smiling back at Diamond Tiara. “You looked lonely, so I thought I would try to help you not feel so bad. I was even going to offer a discount for you if you wanted.” Diamond Tiara took another sip of her coffee, before shaking her head. “Sorry, but I’m not interested. Even if I thought you were just doing this to be a whore, I just don’t swing that way. I… don’t really swing anyway nowadays, but I guess being too tired to feel heated will do that to you.” Pinkie frowned a little, before walking over closer to Diamond Tiara and placing a hand on her arm. “You should be home then. I bet even you can spare a few extra hours to rest up, right?” The younger mare shook her head. “I shouldn’t have even stopped here as long as I did. Just been wrapped up in my thoughts recently.” Pinkie smiled a little before pointing to the menu. “Well, while my Cup of Sugar Special is meant to be sweet, loving sex, I could always try my hand at therapy instead. Just let me get my outfit for that!” Pinkie was halfway to changing into the outfit from thin air when Diamond Tiara asked, “Shouldn’t that be Ms. Cupcake of Sugar?” Pinkie blinked a few times before looking back at the younger mare, who went on to say, “I’m not oblivious to the goings on in town. In fact, I felt the Cake’s passing very dearly myself, though probably not for the same reasons as you. Even worse was when their kids didn’t take this place, wanting to start their own elsewhere.” “A mother, a daughter, and foals, all missing from both of our lives. Well, my mother would be if she didn’t want to keep mooching off of me.” Pinkie stayed where she was at the words, before faintly smiling. “It does help you know. Make me forget how empty my nest is. Especially with mares and stallions like you and Button Mash. Those who need a bit of comfort, or even more for one poor boy under my studies.” She let out a chuckle as one of her hand landed on her hip, just to make it clear what studies she meant. Diamond Tiara merely smiled, before sipping on the last of her coffee, “Well, as long as it makes you happy then. I’m going to head back home. Though…” she said as one of her nails drifted along the countertop, “if Button mash is looking for some company, I could maybe fit him in my schedule so you can take care of some other idiot.” Pinkie smiled at the news, and the two merely smiled at the other before they both took their separate ways. Pinkie drifted to the back of the restaurant, holding her menu, before flipping it over. On the back, there were two pictures. One was of her pseudo parents. Smiling, cheerful, but their age was showing from their hunched shoulders and wrinkled skin. Even Ms. Cake would be hard to be called beautiful with the lines on her face. The other was of the twins, waving to her as they left on a train to Manehatten, ready to chase their dreams. Pinkie still missed them, but at least her menu let her keep feeling like she was a part of a family. A part of something bigger than friendship, even if it was brought to her a few bits at a time. Author's Note This story changed a lot while typing, but I feel it now TRULY reflects a lot of my original works, with a high focus on story and characters instead of porn. Why am I bringing this up? Because one of my books is currently free until the end of the 24th, and it would mean a lot to me if you checked it out! Button Mash“It’s good to see you, Button.” Button Mash looked up at Pinkie, smiling at the older mare. Now that he was in his mid twenties, he was able to better appreciate her. The gentle aging on her face, the marks made from the thousands of smiles over the year, and the slight fluff that had formed on her body. Ever since he’d become an indie developer, he enjoyed having her around for the mornings when he would get some programming in before his normal job. Well, that, and free cupcakes were always good. Button walked up to the counter, waving a little at Pinkie as she bent over the counter. He couldn’t help but notice how her heavy breasts squished against the counter, and how large they were. How they could cover his head if she hugged him. How good they would feel in his ha- Button blushed furiously as he realized what he was thinking, and wished, for the… twelfth? Time that week that he could find someone to be with. Pinkie could obviously read his mind as she brought out a pink cupcake with one of her hands. “You look like you need more than this, but I hope it helps.” Button blushed even harder at the comment, before mumbling a “thank you,” and taking the sweet. He then watched as Pinkie brought out a second menu she had behind the counter. This one had a red trim to it, and a pink base color, with the words on it written in the same red as the border. He’d never seen a menu like this before in the shop and frowned slightly at seeing it. Pinkie merely continued to smile at him as she stood up straight and extended the menu to him. “Please, feel free to take a look, and order what you want. The first one’s free, so I hope you’ll be reasonable about it, okay?” Button nodded, understanding common courtesy. He then looked down, and dropped the menu as he jumped back. “W-What did- I mean, how could- But I- U...uuuuuuuh.” Button let his mouth hang open as he watched Pinkie undo the apron she was wearing, letting it fall to reveal her giant, sagging mounds that her arms then wrapped themselves under, propping up the squishy breasts for him to marvel at. Pinkie let one of her hands wander along the side of her breast, before looking at him with a bright smile. “I’ve seen you stare at them, so I thought you might like a better look at them. You do like them after all, right?” Button just let out incoherent mumbles as she bent back over, swaying herself back and forth. In turn, her breasts followed suit, the heavy sacks slapping each other as she giggled. The movement made them shiver, shake, and jiggle, all while he began to slowly harden. She wasn’t wrong after all, especially with her motherly figure, and he swallowed hard as he looked at the door, trying to figure out why he shouldn’t take her up on it. “Um, what about if anyone else comes in?” Pinkie let out a small coo as she straightened back out, her hands covering her nipples before she gave herself a squeeze. She bit her lip as her fingers sunk into her soft skin, before letting her arms fall back down. “I made sure my Pinkie Sense would let me know if we might get in trouble with some self sampling. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t risk showing any foals my breasts, unless it was for them to get a good meal themselves.” Button’s mouth got suddenly very dry as she stuck her tongue out at him, before looking down at his pants. He wanted so badly to relieve himself down there, but that meant not sucking on those wonderful tits of her. Not getting to fondly fondle friendly breasts. Fortunately, Pinkie stopped his thoughts by walking up to him, smiling at him before she whispered, “You could get the foal treatment. All you want from my breasts while I take care of just how big my baby is.” Her hand then slid a few of her fingers along the growing bulge in his pants, making sure it reached its peak as he grunted in an effort to not lose it right there and then. Button looked back at the door, before letting out a sigh. There was no fighting it at this point, and he whispered back, “H-how do you do that exactly?” Pinkie pushed out one of the chairs, before gesturing for him to sit. “Stay right here, and mommy’ll take care of all you need.” Button did as he was told, blushing as he slowly undid his pants. Of course, he couldn’t focus on himself as Pinkie began working on the pants she was wearing. He would never realize this, but normally Pinkie wore underwear, a bra, or even a shirt for that matter. Not just an apron and pants like she did today, not that he was going to complain. Not with how tight her jeans were as she bent over, working on getting jeans over her fat ass. While her palms pressed into her fluffy tush, the pants themselves sunk into them, leaving lines in her fur where she had to stop tugging on them momentarily, all while shaking it in his face. Until finally, the were off, and Pinkie, naked as the day she was born, stood up, modeling herself for him. From her soft, motherly breasts, to her wide, fluffy thighs, she was a marvel for him to stare at, and his cock twitched in excitement at how he’d get to do… something with that soon. His mouth also suddenly got very wet, despite being a desert the moment before. Pinkie slipped onto his lap, and he immediately felt how she planned to take care of him, and he swallowed hard as he leaned back in the chair. See, instead of possibly crushing his balls with her weight, but instead slipped her thighs over his cock, enveloping it between her thighs while her tits bounced in front of his face. Button groaned as his hips pushed against her. Her thighs were surprisingly firm, helping them be tight along his shaft as she wiggled against him. Each bit of grinding made Button wish he had a marefriend already, and he moaned as his hips kept moving against her. They craved more of her body, and she was luckily willing to help as she moved his hands to her breasts. “Don’t forget the other part of your deal, sweetie.” Button eagerly accepted her reminder, diving into her chest. The first thing he found was that he was right. Her breasts were easily the size of his head, and nuzzling between them got them to surround him entirely, and he shook as he felt her moan. To think he was actually able to please a mare who must have had years of experience on him was exhilarating. It wasn’t enough though. Button moved out, his hot breath against her chest as he licked his lips. Finally, he would take ahold of his favorite treats in the world as he let his lips clasp around one of her nipples. It was sweet, and hard, while the supple bosom around it yielded easily to his touch, and he sucked on her nub. The only thing he could think of to make this better was if she could let out some cream into his mouth, but he wasn’t about to complain. Not when he got so much already. He pulled on her nipple as he pushed against her, his hands sinking deeply into her flesh as his hips thrusted harder and harder against her hips. They shook back, sliding his own precum back onto him while she cooed and moaned, her body shivering and shaking against him as he went harder and harder against her. It felt so good. So wonderfully- Crash! Button blinked as he laid on the ground. He was still aroused, far more than he was in pain, but he was stunned, trying to figure out what had happened. Last he could remember, he was pushing against Pinkie’s chest, his back far from the chair… He groaned, realizing he probably wasted his one opportunity to fuck Pinkie Pie right, before feeling a pair of lips wrap themselves around his shaft. As it slid down his cock, his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, before they shut when she got to his base. His whole body tensed as he tried to thrust into Pinkie’s mouth. Her throat was hot and tight around his shaft, and even better than her thighs. Oh, so much better, and he got stiff as a board as he shuddered and shook. It was too much. Too much for the shock he was in, and far better than anything he’d used on himself. So, soon, he was listening to Pinkie as his cum poured into her throat. There was no gagging or coughing though, like in so much of the porn he’d watched, but instead the sound of her swallowing. Of his cum sliding down her throat, before her tongue pushed itself back onto his shaft, slurping up any remaining cum that she seemed as if addicted to as he continued to moan from how good it all felt. And then, almost as fast as it all had happened, her mouth slipped off of his cock. Looking up at her, he watched as her tongue slid along her lips, before she opened it with a pop. She then looked at him, smiling as she said, “Thank you for the treat, little one.” Button blushed furiously at the words, before remembering he was still in a shop, now relieved, and very naked. He reached for his pants, but as Pinkie got dressed with him, he realized he should say something. Anything. At the very least, he had one question for her. “Um… should I tell anyone else about this?” Pinkie looked over her shoulder, smiling at him as he watched her squeeze her breasts and hiss out, “Yes please.” All Button could do in response was swallow hard, and then take off, a little too embarrassed to stay while Pinkie got dressed for regular business. Besides, he was soft right now, and he’d rather not get a… He looked down one more time, halfway back to his apartment, before having to smack himself and curse his young libido.
RumbleRumble entered the sweet shop, late at night, almost at closing, as a wreck. He hadn’t been as lucky as his best friend Button in adult life, what with losing the first mare he loved in only a week, rather than staying out entirely of the field. He also just lost his job, instead of finding opportunities in a passion. Now he barely had anything to his name and would be worried about his home if Button couldn’t afford the rent by himself. In other words, what he needed was a pick me up. He needed something better than sweets or candy, and Button had told him that he could get them here. He could get it from Pinkie, who, he didn’t know, had just been told about his failure earlier today by Button. The only problem was that Rumbled lived in the shadow of his lazy, perverse, but somehow successful brother, having been demeaned most of his life and needed something that he couldn’t find. Pinkie had had plans to maybe help him before, but simply telling him would never have worked. Not until he was open to it at least. Which was why today she came out from behind of the counter, her special menu in her mouth while her tail swished behind her, bound at the base by black leather. She wore fishnet stockings up to her thighs, along with a tight corset that pushed up her tits, but didn’t hide her nipples. Instead, she was in plain view for him, nothing hiding on her as she crawled towards him. To say the least, Rumble’s doubts about his friend’s claims vanished, and he was hard almost in an instant. For a second, he thought she might be there to punish him, but her crawling wouldn’t make sense. Not only that, but she flattened herself to the ground, the sides of her boobs being able to be seen peeking out from her sides, and presented him the menu. On it, an item was circled that said: The Daddy Deal: Bring me back to my youth with spankings, a fuck however you want, and all the verbal abuse you want to give me. I promise I can take it. I’ll even love it. Rumble’s mouth dropped, but then felt a fire in him grow again. It had come earlier in the day when he was fired and he had wanted to scream at his boss. Howl, shout, beat into… No, he couldn’t do that to Pinkie, but… “Wait, does this say seventy five bits?” Pinkie looked up, winking at him. “I need to make a profit when I’m not doing this for free. Now, daddy,” she said as she leaned back, sitting on her heels as her breasts were on full display, “please, tell this bad girl what you want her to do.” Rumble considered what to do, before he threw out all thoughts he might have had to stop this. He wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t about to… well, he supposed looking a gift horse in the mouth was what he was actually going to do. That, or fill it at least. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought, especially due to the pressure in his pants, before he started getting to work undoing his pants. “Well, um, I guess you could…” He swallowed hard, and said nervously, “suck me off?” Pinkie pouted, turning her head away from him before crossing her arms as well. “I don’t wanna!” Rumble scowled and, before he could stop himself, shouted, “You’re the one who told me to do this, so suck my cock you fucking cunt!” His hands shot up to his mouth as Pinkie looked at him from her peripherals, her eyes staring daggers into him. At least, until they widened and turned into ones like those a puppy might give someone. “I-I’m sorry, daddy. Let me… Let me help you then. I didn’t mean to upset you after all.” Rumble couldn’t believe that she was actually listening to him, and wouldn’t have had her hands not reinforced her obedience. Since his button was already undone, all she had to do was slip down the zipper, her palm grinding against his cock, before she then eagerly pulled his pants down, dropping them to his ankles expertly as her eyes shone at the sight of his cock. Her breath beat against his already rigid member as she spoke against it, one of her hands stroking it while her mouth teased it from a centimeter away. “Wow, daddy is so big. I don’t know if I can fit it.” Rumble swallowed hard, before stammering out, “W-welll t-too bad! You need to suck on them like a good girl, or else I’m gonna have to make you.’ Pinkie, still smiling internally at his cute stammers, teased him a bit more as she pecked the tip of his cock. “I don’t know. It looks like daddy can’t last anyways, so what’s the-” An actual insult was the last straw, and Rumble’s frustrations moved him first. He grabbed the sides of her head, legitimately catching Pinkie by surprise, before pulling her back, forcing his cock into her throat while she gagged, her eyes wide from the shock of it all. Meanwhile, Rumble’s were much the same as she felt how tight it was as her throat closed up on his, every muscle pressing and massaging his cock as it tried to deal with the sudden intrusion. It was too much for the pent up, frustrated stallion, and his body shook in response. He tried pulling himself out, but his legs refused to move. He was stuck in euphoria and terror, as he could feel himself hurting Pinkie as his cock trembled, before finally his hot, thick seed poured down her throat. When he pulled out, she fell backwards, coughing some of the cum up as her own body shook. Rumble, for the first time in the night, didn’t miss a beat as he dove to be next to her, shouting, “Oh sweet Celestia, I am so sorry! Are you okay? I shouldn’t have pulled on you like that. And cumming while doing that? Oooh…” He stopped only because of Pinkie’s finger. She smiled at him as a little cum was still at the side of her mouth, as well as staining her teeth. He couldn’t get how she could smile, at least until she spoke. “You did wonderfully. You even already understand aftercare, which is a lot better than most stallions.” Rumble blinked a few times, before whispering, “You mean… you liked that?” Pinkie looked away for a moment, as if embarrassed, but that was as far from the truth as possible. “I might be a touch of a masochist, and you’re plenty large enough to help that part of me shudder.” To demonstrate, she shook and shivered as she said the last word, before tapping him on the nose. “And tell Button that if you want more lessons being my dear daddy, I’ll happily give him a ninety percent discount if it means tasting that cock of yours again.” Rumble, sitting on the ground with her, smiled. He could feel the anger in him rise up and want to be used more like… this, and if she was willing to teach him, he was happy to listen. In fact, the only reason he didn’t share his joy with her with a kiss was from almost getting sick about thinking of tasting his own cum.
Diamond TiaraDiamond Tiara blinked as Pinkie slipped the menu on the table and sat across from her. The place was mostly empty, and she had lost track of time. She should have been home. Should have been on the phone late into the night. Just like… Just like… She blinked away a tear at her eye as she pulled up the menu closer to her. She should order something more than the coffee and piece of cake she had. It was the polite thing to do, even if it cost money. At least, until her face turned red. And then, she laughed. Pinkie blinked at the laugh, before glancing around herself. They were the only two in there, so that wasn’t why. Then again, this was Diamond Tiara. She could just have some crude words to say about her new practice after all. But Diamond Tiara didn’t say that. She stared at Pinkie, one of her hands going through her messy hair. It betrayed how little sleep she got. How many long hours she took in at work and at home. Somehow though, right now, she could smile before whispering, “I never thought you and I would have something in common.” Pinkie tilted her head, before smiling back at Diamond Tiara. “You looked lonely, so I thought I would try to help you not feel so bad. I was even going to offer a discount for you if you wanted.” Diamond Tiara took another sip of her coffee, before shaking her head. “Sorry, but I’m not interested. Even if I thought you were just doing this to be a whore, I just don’t swing that way. I… don’t really swing anyway nowadays, but I guess being too tired to feel heated will do that to you.” Pinkie frowned a little, before walking over closer to Diamond Tiara and placing a hand on her arm. “You should be home then. I bet even you can spare a few extra hours to rest up, right?” The younger mare shook her head. “I shouldn’t have even stopped here as long as I did. Just been wrapped up in my thoughts recently.” Pinkie smiled a little before pointing to the menu. “Well, while my Cup of Sugar Special is meant to be sweet, loving sex, I could always try my hand at therapy instead. Just let me get my outfit for that!” Pinkie was halfway to changing into the outfit from thin air when Diamond Tiara asked, “Shouldn’t that be Ms. Cupcake of Sugar?” Pinkie blinked a few times before looking back at the younger mare, who went on to say, “I’m not oblivious to the goings on in town. In fact, I felt the Cake’s passing very dearly myself, though probably not for the same reasons as you. Even worse was when their kids didn’t take this place, wanting to start their own elsewhere.” “A mother, a daughter, and foals, all missing from both of our lives. Well, my mother would be if she didn’t want to keep mooching off of me.” Pinkie stayed where she was at the words, before faintly smiling. “It does help you know. Make me forget how empty my nest is. Especially with mares and stallions like you and Button Mash. Those who need a bit of comfort, or even more for one poor boy under my studies.” She let out a chuckle as one of her hand landed on her hip, just to make it clear what studies she meant. Diamond Tiara merely smiled, before sipping on the last of her coffee, “Well, as long as it makes you happy then. I’m going to head back home. Though…” she said as one of her nails drifted along the countertop, “if Button mash is looking for some company, I could maybe fit him in my schedule so you can take care of some other idiot.” Pinkie smiled at the news, and the two merely smiled at the other before they both took their separate ways. Pinkie drifted to the back of the restaurant, holding her menu, before flipping it over. On the back, there were two pictures. One was of her pseudo parents. Smiling, cheerful, but their age was showing from their hunched shoulders and wrinkled skin. Even Ms. Cake would be hard to be called beautiful with the lines on her face. The other was of the twins, waving to her as they left on a train to Manehatten, ready to chase their dreams. Pinkie still missed them, but at least her menu let her keep feeling like she was a part of a family. A part of something bigger than friendship, even if it was brought to her a few bits at a time. Author's Note This story changed a lot while typing, but I feel it now TRULY reflects a lot of my original works, with a high focus on story and characters instead of porn. Why am I bringing this up? Because one of my books is currently free until the end of the 24th, and it would mean a lot to me if you checked it out!
Button Mash“It’s good to see you, Button.” Button Mash looked up at Pinkie, smiling at the older mare. Now that he was in his mid twenties, he was able to better appreciate her. The gentle aging on her face, the marks made from the thousands of smiles over the year, and the slight fluff that had formed on her body. Ever since he’d become an indie developer, he enjoyed having her around for the mornings when he would get some programming in before his normal job. Well, that, and free cupcakes were always good. Button walked up to the counter, waving a little at Pinkie as she bent over the counter. He couldn’t help but notice how her heavy breasts squished against the counter, and how large they were. How they could cover his head if she hugged him. How good they would feel in his ha- Button blushed furiously as he realized what he was thinking, and wished, for the… twelfth? Time that week that he could find someone to be with. Pinkie could obviously read his mind as she brought out a pink cupcake with one of her hands. “You look like you need more than this, but I hope it helps.” Button blushed even harder at the comment, before mumbling a “thank you,” and taking the sweet. He then watched as Pinkie brought out a second menu she had behind the counter. This one had a red trim to it, and a pink base color, with the words on it written in the same red as the border. He’d never seen a menu like this before in the shop and frowned slightly at seeing it. Pinkie merely continued to smile at him as she stood up straight and extended the menu to him. “Please, feel free to take a look, and order what you want. The first one’s free, so I hope you’ll be reasonable about it, okay?” Button nodded, understanding common courtesy. He then looked down, and dropped the menu as he jumped back. “W-What did- I mean, how could- But I- U...uuuuuuuh.” Button let his mouth hang open as he watched Pinkie undo the apron she was wearing, letting it fall to reveal her giant, sagging mounds that her arms then wrapped themselves under, propping up the squishy breasts for him to marvel at. Pinkie let one of her hands wander along the side of her breast, before looking at him with a bright smile. “I’ve seen you stare at them, so I thought you might like a better look at them. You do like them after all, right?” Button just let out incoherent mumbles as she bent back over, swaying herself back and forth. In turn, her breasts followed suit, the heavy sacks slapping each other as she giggled. The movement made them shiver, shake, and jiggle, all while he began to slowly harden. She wasn’t wrong after all, especially with her motherly figure, and he swallowed hard as he looked at the door, trying to figure out why he shouldn’t take her up on it. “Um, what about if anyone else comes in?” Pinkie let out a small coo as she straightened back out, her hands covering her nipples before she gave herself a squeeze. She bit her lip as her fingers sunk into her soft skin, before letting her arms fall back down. “I made sure my Pinkie Sense would let me know if we might get in trouble with some self sampling. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t risk showing any foals my breasts, unless it was for them to get a good meal themselves.” Button’s mouth got suddenly very dry as she stuck her tongue out at him, before looking down at his pants. He wanted so badly to relieve himself down there, but that meant not sucking on those wonderful tits of her. Not getting to fondly fondle friendly breasts. Fortunately, Pinkie stopped his thoughts by walking up to him, smiling at him before she whispered, “You could get the foal treatment. All you want from my breasts while I take care of just how big my baby is.” Her hand then slid a few of her fingers along the growing bulge in his pants, making sure it reached its peak as he grunted in an effort to not lose it right there and then. Button looked back at the door, before letting out a sigh. There was no fighting it at this point, and he whispered back, “H-how do you do that exactly?” Pinkie pushed out one of the chairs, before gesturing for him to sit. “Stay right here, and mommy’ll take care of all you need.” Button did as he was told, blushing as he slowly undid his pants. Of course, he couldn’t focus on himself as Pinkie began working on the pants she was wearing. He would never realize this, but normally Pinkie wore underwear, a bra, or even a shirt for that matter. Not just an apron and pants like she did today, not that he was going to complain. Not with how tight her jeans were as she bent over, working on getting jeans over her fat ass. While her palms pressed into her fluffy tush, the pants themselves sunk into them, leaving lines in her fur where she had to stop tugging on them momentarily, all while shaking it in his face. Until finally, the were off, and Pinkie, naked as the day she was born, stood up, modeling herself for him. From her soft, motherly breasts, to her wide, fluffy thighs, she was a marvel for him to stare at, and his cock twitched in excitement at how he’d get to do… something with that soon. His mouth also suddenly got very wet, despite being a desert the moment before. Pinkie slipped onto his lap, and he immediately felt how she planned to take care of him, and he swallowed hard as he leaned back in the chair. See, instead of possibly crushing his balls with her weight, but instead slipped her thighs over his cock, enveloping it between her thighs while her tits bounced in front of his face. Button groaned as his hips pushed against her. Her thighs were surprisingly firm, helping them be tight along his shaft as she wiggled against him. Each bit of grinding made Button wish he had a marefriend already, and he moaned as his hips kept moving against her. They craved more of her body, and she was luckily willing to help as she moved his hands to her breasts. “Don’t forget the other part of your deal, sweetie.” Button eagerly accepted her reminder, diving into her chest. The first thing he found was that he was right. Her breasts were easily the size of his head, and nuzzling between them got them to surround him entirely, and he shook as he felt her moan. To think he was actually able to please a mare who must have had years of experience on him was exhilarating. It wasn’t enough though. Button moved out, his hot breath against her chest as he licked his lips. Finally, he would take ahold of his favorite treats in the world as he let his lips clasp around one of her nipples. It was sweet, and hard, while the supple bosom around it yielded easily to his touch, and he sucked on her nub. The only thing he could think of to make this better was if she could let out some cream into his mouth, but he wasn’t about to complain. Not when he got so much already. He pulled on her nipple as he pushed against her, his hands sinking deeply into her flesh as his hips thrusted harder and harder against her hips. They shook back, sliding his own precum back onto him while she cooed and moaned, her body shivering and shaking against him as he went harder and harder against her. It felt so good. So wonderfully- Crash! Button blinked as he laid on the ground. He was still aroused, far more than he was in pain, but he was stunned, trying to figure out what had happened. Last he could remember, he was pushing against Pinkie’s chest, his back far from the chair… He groaned, realizing he probably wasted his one opportunity to fuck Pinkie Pie right, before feeling a pair of lips wrap themselves around his shaft. As it slid down his cock, his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, before they shut when she got to his base. His whole body tensed as he tried to thrust into Pinkie’s mouth. Her throat was hot and tight around his shaft, and even better than her thighs. Oh, so much better, and he got stiff as a board as he shuddered and shook. It was too much. Too much for the shock he was in, and far better than anything he’d used on himself. So, soon, he was listening to Pinkie as his cum poured into her throat. There was no gagging or coughing though, like in so much of the porn he’d watched, but instead the sound of her swallowing. Of his cum sliding down her throat, before her tongue pushed itself back onto his shaft, slurping up any remaining cum that she seemed as if addicted to as he continued to moan from how good it all felt. And then, almost as fast as it all had happened, her mouth slipped off of his cock. Looking up at her, he watched as her tongue slid along her lips, before she opened it with a pop. She then looked at him, smiling as she said, “Thank you for the treat, little one.” Button blushed furiously at the words, before remembering he was still in a shop, now relieved, and very naked. He reached for his pants, but as Pinkie got dressed with him, he realized he should say something. Anything. At the very least, he had one question for her. “Um… should I tell anyone else about this?” Pinkie looked over her shoulder, smiling at him as he watched her squeeze her breasts and hiss out, “Yes please.” All Button could do in response was swallow hard, and then take off, a little too embarrassed to stay while Pinkie got dressed for regular business. Besides, he was soft right now, and he’d rather not get a… He looked down one more time, halfway back to his apartment, before having to smack himself and curse his young libido.
