Pinkie's New Menu

Rumble 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.