Pinkie's New Menu

“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.