As Luck Would Have It

Pearl walked up to the door opening and flipped the light switch. On came the lights to one of the largest kitchens Jasmine had ever seen. There were ovens stacked upon ovens, rows of sinks and faucets, four refrigerators, four freezers, a huge food closet filled with spice racks, fruit, veggies, flour sacks, nine kinds of sugars and an island in the middle with tools of every variety. The tiles were a tan brown and so clean they were reflective. The walls were an eggshell color and the lights were bright enough to make everything shine.

“If you can't bake here, you haven't baked a day in your life. This is the kitchen housed in the chapel where my wedding will be held. Everything you need will be here and everything it doesn't have can be ordered to arrive in a few hours at most. You will be working with an assistant. Tomorrow, five world class chefs will be in here preparing the reception meal. Tonight is my wedding rehearsal, so expect it to get crowded.” Pearl said as she walked through the kitchen and pulled out drawers revealing knives, ladles, tongs of all sizes, whisks, mixing machines, thermometers, oven mitts, and everything anyone could ever dream. Then, on the island surface in the middle, all of the makings of the cake were laid out in a perfect display, along with the extra structure pieces and recipe in a three ring binder. She opened the book cover and turned the pages to show her. “Every instruction is in here. You have two days. I would have had you start sooner but… well… wedding, delays, blah blah blah. You get the idea.”

Jasmine nodded as she pulled on her apron and tied it onto her back. She was dressed in her white chef's dress. This was the first time she had ever worn a chef's uniform in her entire life. None of her former baking gigs had ever been so well financed to give her any of the luxuries of this type of cooking equipment. Pearl smiled at her, looking at her from head to toe. That was when she picked up the white, puffy chef’s hat from the middle table and placed it on top of Jasmine’s head where her hair was in a bun.

“There, spectacular. How are you feeling?” Pearl asked her as she stood back to once again eye her from head to toe.

“Overwhelmed and overjoyed. I’ve never seen such an amazing kitchen.” She smiled bright as she picked up a whisk from the drawer and held it up in front of her.

“Awesome. Well, I have other stuff to take care of. The assistant should be here in just a few minutes. She will answer your every beck and call, and help you with everything that you need. I have every faith in her skills, but if there are any problems at all, you call me directly. Are you good?”

“Yes, Miss Pearl.” Jasmine nodded and then watched as the pink pony began to exit the door.

“Good! I’m off. Be safe.” Pearl waved, and Jasmine waved back. As soon as she pushed through the doors, Jasmine got to work.

The mixing machines were hooked up, the refrigerators were opened and she pulled out the eggs and the milk. Picking up all of the ingredients she needed to make the batter, she got every bowl from the cabinets, setting them out side by side. Her whisk began mixing and her measuring cups were filled and emptied in short order. Her concentration level was at its fullest as she began to form the cake batter with the right amount of sugar, butter, baking soda, and flour.

When Pearl said four stories, she meant four stories. According to the directions, each tier of the cake was around a foot tall. The designs were meticulous and the cake pans were deliberately created to create something of a rounded edge for each full story.

“Hello, ma’am!” Jasmine’s heart skipped a beat, her tail fluffed out completely and she jumped almost a foot in the air as she cried out in a horrible start! She starting gasping for breath as she held her chest. “Oh, dearest me, I’m so sorry.”

Jasmine looked over to see a peach colored pony with pink, blue and yellow hair. The first thing the cat girl noticed was that this unicorn’s breasts were larger than her own head and she had a very cute face to top it all off. She was dressed in a similar chef’s uniform and was tying on her apron.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you. I thought you heard me come in, but I guess you were really in the zone, weren’t you?” The unicorn smiled as Jasmine came to the realization that she was looking at her assistant. “I’m Pop Candy! Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand and shook Jasmine’s.

“Oh, hi! I’m Jasmine! Do you have a lot of experience baking?” She said as she picked up the bowl once again and started to work the whisk, while the other machines were working on the other three bowls of batter.

“Of course. I’ve been a baker for years. My specialty is candy, but cakes are a very close second. I also make tarts.” She looked at all of the stuff Jasmine had already brought out and strewed all over the kitchen. It looked like chaos, but to any experienced cook, it looked like a very controlled chaos. “You’ll need another batch of batter, won’t you?”

“Yes, two more, actually. You’re more than welcome to start on another. The book’s already open to the proper page.” Jasmine smiled as her wrist flicked the whisk around the off white batter.

“Alright, I’ll get to work on that. Are we making icing from scratch?” Pop Candy walked to an empty bowl and started cracking eggs into it.

“Yes, I was going to start on those when we started putting the pans in the ovens.” She said as she started getting out the round cake pans and hooking up the bottoms to the rounded edges, locking them into place with the small lever.

Pop and Jasmine were getting flour and batter all over the counters in tiny splats, but the purposely made an excess, feeling it was better to overshoot than undershoot.

“So, I’ve obviously never run into an Abyssinian. Have you been in Equestria for very long?” Pop asked as she cut a stick of butter and swiped the square into the bowl, starting to mash it with her mixing spoon.

“No, not even a week. I’d be able to write an entire novel about my adventures in getting here, especially my adventure when I arrived.” Jasmine’s eyes widened as she thought of that whole mess. “I was set up for a job in Butterscotch Bakery at first, but those tossers decided to slight me at the last minute, so I was stuck here with hardly a bit to my name.”

“That’s terrible! I’ve dealt with those Butterscotches before, and they are a piece of work. Their tarts are entirely too expensive for how sweet they are. How in Equestria did you manage to get this job?” Pop asked, and Jasmine laughed.

“Bloody stars aligned and my lucky rabbit’s foot, most likely. Not to mention I met my guardian angel. Patch Note gave me a place to sleep and made sure I was well kept. Without him, none of this would have happened.” Jasmine started on the next batch of batter with gusto, throwing it all in and pulling out the egg beater to mix it all together.

“Oooo, Patch Note, huh? Sounds dreamy. How did you meet him?” Pop was taken aback by Jasmine bursting out with laughter once again.

“Bumped me head against his work counter and went down like a sack of spuds, is how that happened. The bloke then scooped me up and gave me a bed for the night without a single favor asked in return. I must say, he is one of a kind.” As her egg beater worked over the batter, her eyes tapered off into space.

“Wow, someone’s head over hoo-- I mean… paws.” Pop started laughing with Jasmine soon to join in. “You’re practically purring over this stallion, aren’t you?”

“Oi! Never said we were an item, now did I? We’re just… mates.” Jasmine’s face blushed beet red while she got every single tiny clump of flour out of her last batch of batter.

“Uh huh, in your country, that may mean friend. But in our country, mate means something a bit more animalistic.” Pop fell into another slew of guffaws as Jasmine’s face tensed up with her eyes going bulbous. “Dear sweet cat, you’re just adorable!”

Jasmine was entirely too embarrassed to respond to these allegations being directed toward her. She started pouring the batter into the cake pan. Last night was something of a dream to the kitty at that point. She had never gotten so close to someone as to fall asleep on top of them, let alone sleep with them in their bed. To do something like that with someone she practically just met was far and away the last thing she ever expected to do in an entirely new country.

“Well, what about you? Have you got a bloke in your life?” Jasmine asked, turning the conversation around. Pop was halfway expecting the question, giggling as her own mind wandered.

“Oh, not really. I have a few guy friends that I get with on occasion, but nothing really serious. I have a close knit group of friends, though. Not to mention a pile of guys who have offered to buy me a kingdom.” Pop giggled at this, joining Jasmine in pouring the cake batter into one of the larger pans.

Jasmine thought that with melons like hers, she could see more than one guy who would lay at her hooves and beg. She looked fit for a candymaker, that much was certain. She was not one to judge, but the thought of her flashing drooling morons to get favors crossed her mind. It’s not like she was above that. Being broke and on the street, living in her car, she couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t use her feline advantages to get by for a while. Thank God that didn’t come to pass. The very thought made her cringe a bit.

“It just amazes me that you got this job.” Pop said, walking over to the ovens and turning them on to preheat. “Not that you don’t deserve it, but any bakery in town would give their fingers to cook for this wedding. It’s the grandest event in recent history.”

“It’s what?” Jasmine’s face went a little slack as she looked at Pop. The candy pony nodded. “What are you on about?”

“Pearl Necklace is the richest pony in Northern Equestria. She literally owns half of Ranchtown and knows just about every high ranking individual in every major city. This wedding has been about a year in planning and now it’s about to happen the day after tomorrow.”

“Are you for real?” The cat girl blinked as Pop, once again, began to nod vigorously. “And she put one of the key parts of the wedding in my hands?”

“Yes, but you don’t need to worry. We’re already doing just fine. I’ve done icing on tons of cakes and I dove at the chance to assist you in baking this cake. With the two of us together, we’re going to make this cake the number one conversation piece.” Pop smiled at Jasmine and gave her a thumbs up.

Jasmine gave a meek, nervous smile and giggled a little bit. “But, no pressure, right?”

Pop giggled at her once again as they both started opening up the preheated ovens and began sliding in the full cake pans. They set the timers for fifty minutes. That was the easy part. Now Pop began to pull out the whipping cream and powdered sugar. The colors on this cake were very specific. It was mostly white buttercream but there were some very luxuriously colored flower designs as well as ten different blends of icing.

Jasmine was good at this part, but she soon found out that Pop excelled at this stage. They worked off of one another with the measuring cups and got out the hefty mixing attachments for the machines. They started pouring in the cream and whipping with their wrists in sharp but fluid motions until the cream began to take its unshapely slightly solidified state.

Food coloring was applied with the steadiest of hands. The color had to be silky smooth, as if it were a colored cloud. Every drop was exact and the shading was purposely faded to give it an ancient painting feel to it. The two of them astounded one another with their knowledge of baking and cooking. When one had a question or was unsure of how to go about it, the other took the reigns and paid extra close attention to the details. The icing began to take shape in all of its colored glory.

Just as they were working on the very last shaded icing, both of them heard a tap at the door. Both of their attention went to flapping egress on the other side of the kitchen to see Patch looking in through the small, round window and waving at Jasmine. The cat girl blushed hard and looked at the clock to see it was already eleven fifteen.

Just then, the first oven went off. Jasmine passed Patch a finger to signal “Hang on a second” and both of them went to the ovens to see that they had one minute to three minutes each. Jasmine pulled the first, smallest tier from the oven and check its density, bake and color. She even went to the drawer to pull out a pin thermometer and skillfully jabbed it into the breading to make sure that it was cooked all the way through with no soft center.

“Well?” Pop asked as the temperature rose on the stick.

“It’s bloody perfect!” Jasmine squealed with excitement and Pop punched the air, joining her in her joy. More beeps were heard as more of the layers were becoming complete and they started to pull them from the ovens to leave them out and let them breathe. They laid them out on wax paper in order of size and then took a deep breath of relief. “Well, now that that’s done, I’m gonna go grab a feed and I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Grab a what?” Pop passed her a cocked eyebrow.

“Eat something. Patch brought me lunch.” Jasmine looked off to the side, her eyes darting left and right. The bengal cat began untying her apron and put her chef’s hat on a side table.

“Ooohhh, what a sweetheart.” Pop wiggled her eyebrows at the cat girl who returned with a sour look.

“Oh, get tossed.” Jasmine’s face flushed once again as Pop started laughing at the accent with which she spoke. “I’ll be back.”

“Have fun!” Pop said as she started pulling off her apron to get some food too.

Jasmine went out the doors to the main lobby area, seeing Patch sitting on a random chair on the other side of the hall. This chapel was ridiculous in its layout. It had room for only one full blown wedding, but it was apparently going to be one hell of a wedding. There were ponies working to get the decorations up. There were laurels posted all across the wall where it met the ceiling. There were white lights, white candles, chandeliers with dim, crystal lights, white and red roses in what looked like diamond vases and red velvet flowers in droves hanging from the sconces on the wall in beautiful patterns. Apparently three florist shops were hired to do the arrangements, all three of them were subsidiaries of Shinolah Vineyard.

The lighting was gorgeous, surreal, like something out of an old painting as it bathed the flower arrangements in illumination.

In the middle of it all, there was Patch, holding up a bag of food for the cat girl as she walked to him. He stood up as she approached and they embraced. She smiled as she took the bag from him and opened it to see fruit of every color, along with a bottle of cream milk, still kept very cold.

“Hey, how’s the cake go-” He began to ask, but was cut short as her lips met with his and began to pet his mane.

“The cake is lovely so far.” She smiled sweetly. “But we’re still doing the easy part. The hard part is going to be decorating it. That’s the part that normally takes the real time.” She said as she sat down on a chair next to his and pulled out some grapes. “How’s the video games?” She smiled at him and he laughed a little.

“They’re fine. We’re preparing for the holiday season. It can get pretty hectic around Hearthswarming. We’re setting up all of the deal posters and whatnot. Not to mention we have three major titles coming out over the next two months. It’s going to be tiring, but we’ve been doing it for a while.” Patch note said as he pulled a banana out of the bag.

“Yeah, you’ll have to show me what gamers find so great about your little toys. I’m afraid I’m not about that life.” Jasmine popped two grapes in her mouth. Then she opened the cream milk bottle and took a nice long drink of it. “Wow, this is amazing. I had no idea horses had such good taste in milk.”

“Haha! We have our moments from time to time.” He smiled and took another bite of banana. “When are you going to be coming home?” Patch tried not to sound too much like a husband in that line, but that was especially hard to do. They hadn’t even started setting up her room, and she didn’t seem the least bit bothered by that fact. She simply kept her luggage open in that empty space and she even bought a few shirts that she liked from the mall when they visited it on the way home.

“I don’t know. We’re going to try and power through the initial decorations and maybe even start icing the cake. Pop is an astoundingly good baker, it seems, so I should be able to come home at a decent time. Why you ask? You gonna wait for me?” Jasmine gave him a sly little grin as she got close to his face once again. The embarrassed and speechless expression he gave was priceless. His cheeks went red and his shoulders crept up a bit. She couldn’t help but giggle softly and lick his cheek.

“You uuhhh, sure seem to be enjoying yourself in there.” Patch said as he finished his banana. The blush in his cheeks never went away.

“Of course, I am! Pop is really nice and the job is going really smooth so far. I promise, though, I will get off at a decent hour tonight.” Jasmine assured him as she bit into a granny smith apple. “Just have more of this stuff waiting for me. If we can’t find meat anywhere, I can at least eat something that doesn’t taste like it was bathed in oil and dried out in the desert sun.”

“Wow, you don’t like wheat burgers, do you?” Patch gave her a look of feigned dismay.

“They taste like wank!” She admitted in one of the most direct terms she could possibly think of. “But don’t think I don’t appreciate what you did for me.” She held onto his arm and pulled herself closer to him with a purr in his ear. “I’ll never forget it.”

“Well, I mean, I’m sure someone else would have done the same thing for a feline in distress.” He scratched the back of his mane and gave a modest chuckle.

“Uh huh, and asked for lewd, repulsive acts in return for their harrowing service, I’d imagine. You really don’t give yourself enough credit, Patch. What you did for me is something that I will be indebted to you for. I intend to pay that debt eventually.” Then she pulled her phone out of her chef’s uniform pocket and sighed. “Bugger, I gotta go. I’ll call you later, okay?” She kissed his cheek and he nodded.

“Be careful, those stoves get hot.” He waved and chuckled.

“We’re done with the stoves, you tit!” Jasmine laughed as she carried her cream milk bottle back toward the kitchen and gave him one last wave before opening the doors.

Patch wadded up the paper bag and tossed it into a nearby trash bin, sighing. He thought about going back to work, but Blast Drive told him that he would handle the shift without him, so he could go to the biggest wedding in Ranchtown history. It seemed his friend and co-worker had become something of a worshipper after the events of the last tenday. There was very little that Blast wouldn’t do for Patch at this point. Whether he was more envious or more idolizing the earth pony was not quite clear, but either way it worked in his favor.

So, now he was crashing the party by coming vicariously invited. What he was going to do with it was up in the air. He supposed he could take a memento as a very loose claim to fame or something like that but that was just petty. Now he had the whole day at this huge event and nothing to do with it but fritter away the day. What a pisser. Patch shook his head and turned for the exit. He figured he could just hang out at the store and help Blast Drive if he needed anything.

That whole dismal train of thought was knocked off course; derailed before it truly started to gain up speed. As he turned to the exit, four ponies were entering the chapel, all of them dressed in decent semi-formal wear. Apparently the rehearsal was not a dressed rehearsal, but that was not at all what caught his eye.

In walked Electric Spark, Winter Solstice, Sweet Voltage and Fable Prose. The latter pony was the one who caught his eye, because he looked ever so familiar. As they walked in, they noticed the stallion who was gazing upon them with an expression of mystique and intrigue.

“Hey, man. How goes it?” Winter waved to Patch, who waved back at them. “You here for the rehearsal?”

“I-- well I’m here as a-- my friend is here. She’s making the wedding cake.” Patch said as he pointed toward the kitchen.

“So you’re a party crasher of the best caliber. Very nice.” Fable said as he looked toward the kitchen. “Didn’t you say Pop Candy was helping with the cake?” He looked over toward Spark and Voltage, who both nodded. “Sounds like a winner to me.”

“I don’t know why, but wedding cakes always tend to taste the best out of any others.” Winter said as they continued toward the main chapel room. Even from there, they could see that the decorations were turning out stunning.

“It’s because the good ones are made fresh.” Voltage explained. “Usually ponies don’t slouch on choosing wedding cakes. I mean, weddings are kind of a big deal.” She shrugged as they continued to walk.

“Umm, hey!” Patch said as he followed along, coming up behind Fable, who turned to him as he noticed. The others didn’t seem to notice all that much, still taking in the scenery as they surveyed the pews and the aisle with the silken purple carpet draped across it.

“Yeah?” The red pegasus pony asked as Patch hesitated to speak. He cleared his throat and scratch the back of his brown mane. Fable blinked at this and eyed him curiously.

“Aren’t you… ummmm… Aren’t you Red Quill?” The tan earth pony asked with a great deal of nervous energy. This obviously sent Fable into a blushing frenzy as well. It was his turn to scratch the back of his black mane and hesitate for a moment. This was the first time he had ever been noticed by a complete stranger and it was a tad bit disorienting.

“Well, yes, that’s my pen name. My real name is Fable Prose, but just call me Fable. And you are?” Fable motioned toward Patch with a smile.

“Oh, I’m Patch Note. I work at Video Star.” He felt a little embarrassed at admitting that. It wasn’t exactly the most glamorous job, he could think of. Quite honestly, he didn’t even know why he said it.

“Well, that’s cool. Which one?” Fable asked, taking Patch a little by surprise at the reaction. “The one on Hay or the northern one?”

“The one on Hay and 2nd. Have you visited that one?” He asked and Fable nodded, laughing a little.

“Yeah, I knew you looked a little familiar. I bought a few games from you guys. I still have my Neptune 6 but right now I’m collecting original Neptune games. I just got Cyberscape 2 earlier in the summer.” Fable said and Patch’s jaw dropped. The young stallion felt a huge pang of jealousy but an even bigger feeling of closeness in terms of interest with Fable in that moment.

“You have an original Neptune system? That’s amazing!” Patch said, trying not to geek out too hard in a place like this. It was, after all, a wedding rehearsal, and from the looks of things, it was starting to get a little crowded as guests began to trickle in on and off.

“Yeah, come on, let’s talk.” Fable motioned for the main hall and Patch followed him with a sense of urgency. “Let’s double talk.”

“There we go. That’s it. One thin, even layer. It’s difficult, but the end product is definitely worth the effort.” Jasmine explained as they covered the entire cake in white buttercream icing. It looked like a smooth, even shell of white cocooned over a soft pillow of cake bread. They’d used the tier plastic pillars to hold up the cake stories as they covered them individually. This worked to great effect all the way up until they encased the last tier completely. The cake was now a nice, plain white. It was perfect in its smooth, even natured icing and it stood evenly, perfectly proportioned.

Pop and Jasmine eyed the cake up and down. Their discerning vision imagined it fully decorated. More and more they began to grow in confidence. It looked exactly like it did in the instructions, but that’s not to say that it was easy, just because they had a reference to work from.

“I can’t believe it’s turning out so well.” Pop said as she hugged the curvy feline tightly as she nuzzled her whiskered cheek. Jasmine laughed at this and nodded, her arms wrapped around Pop’s torso as well. They could keep it in the walk in refrigerator overnight, making sure that none of the cooks touched it until it was ready to be displayed. “Just need to get the main decorations on and we’re home free.”

“Oh, is that all?” Jasmine’s sarcasm was clear, and Pop knew why. The flowers and the edge designs were going to be a trick to pull off correctly. It was especially a feat of willpower to pull it off the first time around. However, doing that now would be an almost impossible job. They had reached a stopping point. All of their efforts were starting to wear on them something fierce and they were seeing spots from working their brains and hands a little too hard throughout the hours of the day. “We’re at the hardest part, Pop. I’ll be flogged before I trip at the finish line. Tomorrow, we’ll start at the same time. Bright and early after brekky.”

“After… wha?” Pop looked at Jasmine oddly.

“Breakfast.” She clarified and the peach unicorn gave an “Ah” face and snapped, pointing at Jasmine with a nod. “Now, we just need to see what Pearl--”

Just as she said this, in walked Pearl Necklace and Death Metal in two lovely dresses of black and white. Pearl’s was checkered in large squares all over her blouse and skirt, along with a lovely round hat with a short rim all around it on her head. Death’s was mostly black, but had a small white blouse collar like some deranged schoolgirl’s outfit, but with a much longer skirt that went down to her knees. She was obviously not all that thrilled about being in a skirt, but at the same time, Death seemed like she was dealing with it rather well.

“Hey, guys!” Pearl held her hands up and waved at the two of them. “I see you two have been hard at work! It looks marvelous!” She squealed in glee as she looked it over. “Oh, my, how did you get it looking so damn sharp? It’s so professional and straight. I don’t even think if I got Butterscotch to do it, it would look half this good.” She looked back toward Death Metal, who nodded.

“Oh, yes, Miss Pearl. We have some sponge for you to try.” Pop said as she went to a small plastic container, opening it to reveal some small pieces of cake with a bit of frosting on top. “Here’s a sample for the two of you.” She held them up toward them and the brides.

It didn’t take them long to pick out a good, squared piece and take a little bite. Both Jasmine and Pop watched with bated breath as they watched and prayed.

“Wait wait wait, you took her home with you while she was passed out after hitting her head on your counter? Why didn’t you call a hospital?” Fable asked as he talked to Patch in a pew, facing the altar at the end of the main hall.

“Yeah, bro, she must have found it pretty strange to wake up in your house.” Winter said on the other side of Patch, who drank some water from a fancy glass.

“She had about ten bits in her bag. The last thing I wanted to do was bring a foreigner to the hospital and either get her deported for not being a citizen, or put her in terrible debt with medical bills. The ambulance alone is expensive as hell.” Patch said, and both ponies nodded. Health care was a bitch, that much was certain. “So, I made a choice, and it was the right choice. It all worked out in the end.”

“If she’s making a cake for Pearl, then yes, it all worked out in the end.” Winter agreed. “And you say she’s living with you now?” Winter continued, and Patch nodded. “You have got to have some seriously lucky shoes, eh?”

“Something’s gone right.” Patch chuckled, and both of them joined in a little laugh.

“Patch!” Jasmine said as she entered the room, walking down the aisles to come to him from behind and hug him around his neck and chest. “Hey!”

The tan stallion smiled and put his hands on her arms as she kissed his cheek and nuzzled it with a smile. He turned his head toward her and he kissed the female bengal with a soft nudge of his lips to hers. She joined him happily in the kiss and smiled.

“Is it okay for you to drive me home? I’m exhausted.” She asked him, seeing that he was mingling with two new friends, but her eyes were starting to clamp shut on her.

“Oh, yeah.” Patch stood up from the pew and not a moment too soon, as they started corralling all of the guests as they were arriving to sit down in their seating as the rehearsal was beginning. Fable took the glass as Patch handed it to him and he nodded his thanks.

“Good luck.” Both Fable and Winter said as they winked at Patch. The younger man smiled with a nod as he started to walk out of the chapel with Jasmine at his side, holding his arm.

She was barely holding herself up as they left the chapel. She was almost limping as they made it to the car. As her back hit the seat, her head leaned back against the rest and she sighed.

“How is the cake coming along?” Patch asked as he got into the driver’s seat and turned on the car. The cat responded by stretching and yawning big as her back popped, leaning forward and then popping her neck from side to side. “I take it, that’s a good thing?” He chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Yes, it is a very good thing, but it is definitely not an easy thing. A wedding cake of this caliber is a very slow process. We have on the first layer of icing, and it turned out beautiful. Even Miss Pearl loved how it was turning out.” She looked at him as he glanced back at her, but kept his eyes on the road.

“Would you mind if I broke off a piece and gave it a taste?” Patch snickered and she scoffed.

“If you’re in the mood to have my claw marks permanently tattooed on your torso for the rest of your life. I suppose I wouldn’t kill you for something like that. Do it again, and yes, I’d kill you.” She stuck her tongue out at her and laughed a little bit. “Still, this is exactly what I’ve wanted to do with my life. Something exciting like this is exactly what I had in mind. A wedding cake for the largest event in history! Isn’t that enthralling?”

She looked back to Patch as he drove and he was still smiling at her with a small chortle.

“I’m really glad you’re enjoying yourself. Is it the same time tomorrow?” He asked her and she was already nodding.

“Yes, we already have the taste and texture for the cake approved by Miss Pearl herself. Even Death Metal was asking for seconds, and I hear she’s a little hard to please.” Then she looked off to the side and shrugged. “Or it just looks like she’s hard to please. Either way, we got a smile out of her. I hear that’s a huge accomplishment in its own right.”

“You’ve been in this country for not even three days and you’re already making friends. I’m so proud of you.” Patch said as he pulled into the apartment parking lot. “So, I got that tea that you asked for.”

“Oh, bloody marvellous! Tea is exactly what I need right now.” She seemed genuinely excited over the idea of getting some tea right then. The car stopped and they both headed toward the apartment up the steps.

Jasmine hit the bed hard with one of half of her body, her cheek sinking into the pillow as she sighed.

“You should be careful. Going to sleep while you’re that tired can mean some terrible things for when you wake up.” Patch said as he walked to the kitchen and got the tea kettle out of the box. “Perhaps some tea would help you?”

“Silly pony, you don’t drink tea before bed. Well, you can but it’s full of caffeine. But there is something you can do to help.” Jasmine smiled at him as she rolled over on the bed and smiled at him as she wiggled against the comforter.

“You need me to run to the store for something?” Patch asked as he threw the kettle box away and walked into the room to see her on her belly, her hands on her chin as her elbows sunk into the bed. Her tail was swishing from side to side as she smiled at him as sweetly as she possibly could.

“No, but there is something you can do. I think it could help.” She looked up at him and tilted her head to the side for a cute little smirk. “I think I could use some rooting.”

“Rooting?” Patch gave her a puzzled expression. “What’s rooting?”

“It is a great way to fall asleep in my culture. I think you’d enjoy it a lot. You want to try it?” Jasmine asked him.

“Well yeah, what is it? Is it like a massage?” Patch walked up to the edge of the bed and she rolled over toward him. Her belly was back down with her back toward him.

“That’s a good way to start it.” She slowly began to slide out of her shirt and then unclasp her bra from her back. “A great way to start, in fact.” She spread her bra strap off of her back and noticed that he was growing somewhat flushed on his cheeks. “No need to be shy.”

As he laid hands on her back, she pushed herself more onto him as he started dragging his palms over her fur, smoothing out her coat that was beautifully designed with bengal spots. Her purring began immediately as she closed her eyes and gave a soft moan. His hands softly clenched her back as they ran over her and she couldn’t hold back yet another soft groan. He pet her, stroked her soft body as he watched her riggle under him.

She arched her back upward and flung her bra off of the bed. She pulled the bun from her hair, letting it fall free over her head. He was so gentle with her. Yet his hands squeezed her sides in a firm grip as the fur clung to her form. She panted as she purred, looking back at him with eyes that desired.

“What else happens in rooting?” He asked her in a soft tone. His knees leaned against the side of his full size bed to keep his balance. Patch kept caressing the beautiful feline woman. She turned a grin toward him and her purring continued.

“Whatever you want, you handsome pony devil.” She turned over to give him a full view of her somewhat heavy breasts. Her pink nipples were hard as rocks, and the bumps along her areolas were in full form along her soft flesh. Without hesitation, she pulled his hands onto her tits, letting him squeeze them as she gazed upon him with bedroom eyes. Patch found that his hands acting on their own as they massaged her mammaries naturally. He squeezed her D cups together and leaned down to meet her in a kiss.

Her tongue began to invade his mouth almost immediately. While one hand stayed on her breast, the other trailed down her stomach, between her legs and gripped her crotch inside of her pants. She cried out against his mouth in a loud, muffled moan. To his surprise, she was absolutely soaked. His finger slid against her lubricated slit with the greatest of ease, stimulating her in ways she had never thought possible. He had thick fingers, far thicker than her own small hands possessed.

“That’s it. Just like that.” She whispered into his ear before nibbling on it with softly rubbing teeth. “Slide them off.”

He did just that. Her pants were easily detached from her legs, as were her small, bright purple panties. She laid before him, bare naked and grinding her groin against his hand. As he rubbed a finger against her pink puss, he could feel pressure building against his already very erect penis. He looked down to see that she was now gazing upon his very impressive bulge in the fabric of his pants as her palm firmly gripped and rubbed it.

“Oh, God, Patch, don’t hold me in suspense.” She begged him and began the attempt in undo his pants. He helped her, and soon enough his fly was open and his underoos were in full view. However, she couldn’t help but notice that his cock was in full view within his tight boxer briefs. With a much thinner fabric to compete with, she grabbed onto his shaft and began to rub. Her breath quickened as she stared at his horse dick. In pony terms, he was not especially big. Patch was very moderately sized.

In Abyssinian terms, however, Patch was in the very large category. He couldn’t help but notice that his finger was now drenched in her vaginal juices as she touched his penis from outside his underwear. She felt his mid ring in the center of his shaft. She felt the rigid texture of his glans penis around the tip of his cock and the kitty couldn’t help but salivate.

With no more time to lose, she pulled his britches straight down to his knees. The thing that flopped up into view caught her sight, and she gasped once again, basking in its wondrous glory. He was about to say something profound, but she didn’t seem particularly interested in that moment.

She shoved whatever she could into her mouth. As far as she could fit his penis is how far she brought him in. Her saliva glazed over the top half of his hot prick as her hand wanked him softly. He started breathing harshly as he looked down at her. Her green eyes gazed up toward him as well as her mouth worked his rock hard knob. She licked all up and down the side of his length and even gave one testicle a soft lick along his scrotum, which made him draw in a sharp breath. He had felt her tongue before. However, feeling her rough, saliva covered tongue on his cock was something different entirely. How she kept from touching his penis with her teeth was something to behold. Her obvious restraint was admirable, though that was only in the back of his mind.

His large rod twitched at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth slathering along every surface. He grew ever so tight and stiff as a result of her mouth gobbing him all over. That was until he very softly pushed her onto her back. She gave a tiny yelp as her tits bounced up and down. She looked up at him to see him mount on top of her. She welcomed his advance with a small chortle and they once again met in a very passionate kiss. This time the length of his cock pressed against her slit like a very large hotdog pressing into a small bun.

“Take it slow.” She whispered, but at the same time, she grabbed onto his very lively genitalia. She angled him straight with his tip meeting her little honey hole. “You’re so big.” Jasmine was about to say something more, but her eyes went wide and she cried out in a high pitch as she felt him burrow inside of her. His large, hard hunk of meat squeezed within the confines of her sheathe, causing her to grip his back with her hands.

She cried out with passion as he began pushing into her very softly, slowly, letting her feel every single bit of his massive dick. Jasmine thought she was prepared for this, yet it was clear that she was far from prepared. The feline tried to tell him to slow down, but nothing would come out, and even if it did, she doubted that it would help. Still, once she got past the initial shock of having a massive snag jamming itself between her legs, the warmth between her legs turned into a sensation she never thought possible.

“Oh! Patch! Fuck! Root me! Deeper!” Her lustful nature began to take over. The term “horny as a cat” had never been said to Patch, but it would have made sense in that instance. He rooted her, alright. All the sudden the word “root” began to take on a whole new meaning to him, and he started to understand her phrasing. His relatively enormous cock slid back and forth inside of her with some ease now that her pussy was lubricating double time, allowing him to start fucking her freely.

However, she was still strangling his enormous dick and it was starting to take its toll on the stallion. Within just a few seconds of his pleasure starting to build, he started to slow down.

“What are you doing?” She asked him, her eyes going wild as she stared at him. It was obvious that her lust was getting right on top of her along with Patch. “Where do you think you’re going!?”

“But I’m about to--” Before he could back off of her, her legs locked up behind him and buried his boner deep within her, causing her to squeal as she continued to be stretched.

“Yes! Jam it in me! Fuck this pussy’s pussy!” She shouted. He shook off his inhibitions at that point. He started plowing her and she went completely blank in her head. The pleasure she felt was starting to overtake her in the most sensational way imaginable. Never before had she ever thought that there were such pleasures in life and now she knew that it came from a species that was not even her own.

That’s when it happened. Deliciously thick, hot milk spewed within her. It filled her uterus within one shot and then kept blasting within her like a fucking firehose. She squirted all over his cock along with his drenching cum cannon going off over and over again. With her claws sinking into his headboard, she dug into the wood and brought out a row of curling wood chips along with her nails.

She stopped breathing for a long period of time. It got to the point where Patch thought something was wrong. However, as his cock stopped spitting out copious amounts of semen, her lungs released her breath. Jasmine began to gasp. Her mind was filled with endorphins, her pussy was filled with hot baby batter and her eyes gazed up at the ceiling as dancing colors passed by her mind’s eye.

She lost sight of reality for a small portion of time, sweating profusely as her body went limp with his cock sliding out of her. With every breath, drizzling cum seeped from her otherwise hollow quim.

“Jasmine?” She heard him say, snapping out of her stupor a little more. “Are you alright? Do you need me to get you something?” Patch asked as he gently pet her stomach.

“Are you daft? You’ve already--oohh--given it to me. Dear sweet lord, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so many times in my life!” Jasmine tried to move, but found it to be especially difficult. “Actually, there’s more cream milk in the fridge. Be a dear and get me some?” She asked sweetly. “And shake that ass as you go.” She said as she caught sight of his tail. He started laughing as he got up from the bed and retrieved her bottle of milk. “Patch…”

“Yeah?” He came back into the room with her milk. She took it, and the crazy big smile on her face never seemed to leave her face.

“I don’t want my own room.” She said simply. Jasmine drank her cream milk and it only added to an already huge amount of joy she was feeling in that moment. She wasn’t sure if she came ten or twenty times in that session, but it was far more than she could ever bring herself to cum. “I want to sleep in here. We can turn the other room into a study or something. I want this to be my room too and I want to learn how to play your video games.” She pronounced video as “vidja” and Patch found it somewhat humorous. She looked at him with a somewhat worried look, suddenly hoping that she wasn’t coming on too strong. “Is… that okay?”

“Of course it is.” Patch smiled at her as he laid down behind her and spooned up against her. She wasted no time in cuddling up into him with her back to his chest. She turned her head and kissed him on the lips. The kiss kept going, even though Patch had only meant for it to be a simple peck. They kept their mouths linked together, pressing more and more into one another as the the moment slowed to a leisurely pace. As soon as he thought the kiss was going to end, it only kept going.

For two people who had only met the day before yesterday, Patch couldn’t imagine a more perfect setting. He suddenly felt even more accomplished than he had when he had sex with four mares in the same session as the act of losing his virginity. He had gone from having a roommate like Solar Flare to having what could possibly be the love of his life falling at his feet, quite literally.

The kiss finally ceased, but her purring commenced as she caressed his chest with cuddles from the back of her head.

“Oh, and one last thing. Do you have a tuxedo, by chance?” Jasmine asked, and Patch couldn’t help but snicker.

“I wore my choir tuxedo to prom…” He said, and they both had a good laugh at this.

“Good, because Pearl gave me a coupon for a free tuxedo purchase just for you.” Patch heard this and his eyes went a little berserk.

“Wait, a free tuxedo purchase? As in a free tuxedo I can keep?” Patch clarified, and she nodded.

“She said to consider it a midway installment of her payment. She wanted you to suit up as her invited guest and my plus one.” Jasmine giggled a bit as she kissed his cheek. Patch tried to comprehend what she was saying. Someone like Pearl didn’t seem like the kind of pony who would invite just anyone to her wedding. Now she was inviting two practical strangers to the most important day of her life.

“Which means, get some sleep, tiger. We have a busy day tomorrow.” She worked with him to get the comforter over the two of them as they cuddled up underneath the covers. The thought of sleeping didn’t even seem possible at that moment. Dropping such a huge piece of news like that on him was like slapping someone across the face and telling them to sing.

As he tried to reason it out, though, he didn’t notice that his head was growing hazy. Sleep was soon to follow as he heard the purrs of his girl as she laid in his arms. Nothing mattered outside of that moment for either of them. It would be something that they both treasured for as long as they were together. At that moment, it seemed as if it were truly an eternity.