Savory Slide was bouncing off the walls! This would be her first actual job that had to do with her brand new cutie mark! As soon as her mother finished speaking, the filly was hopping and hooting with joy.
“Woo hoo! Yee Haww! I’m gonna be the best saucier to put pan to fire!” she hollered in elation as she danced about, and her celebration was infectious. Her mother, a pony with a similarly hued coat, joined in on the prancing and whinnying.
Savory Slide, an earth pony filly, had a short, bouncy mane of crimson red, and her coat was an earthy brown. She stood about half the height of the average adult, but she was still growing strong. Only a week ago, she had gotten her cutie mark, a sloshing saucepan, as her friends enthusiastically complimented her on her spaghetti. She had been excited to go a little off recipe with her spaghetti sauce recipe and add some different spices to the mix. The payoff was worth it, and she had felt a swell of pride as the fillies and colts ate their fill of her special sauce.
Presently, though, it was the news her mother just delivered that sent her into a whirlwind. She would be preparing sauces and dips for the Running of the Leaves festival for the day after next! To anypony else, this seemed like a rather boring assignment, but to this young one, there was only excitement in bringing her special talent to the mouths of everypony in town.
Her mother, Shimmering Sheet, stopped her dancing and regained her filly’s attention.
”Now-now dear, you aren’t going to be alone okay?”
Savory Slide stopped and faced her mother, “Huh? Then who? Oh! Is it Pinkie Pie? Mrs. Cake?”
“It’s Caramel, dear, he’ll be helping you out and cooking his own sauce, the caramel dip of course,” The mare patted the top of her little girl’s head, splaying out the bounce of curls around in her hoof like she always had.
“Oh? Okay,” The filly’s big grin reduced to a happy smile as she pondered on Caramel. He wasn’t exactly an exciting cooking companion, but he was a nice stallion pony nonetheless. She powered through her disappointment, “This’ll be great! He can show me all about how caramel is made and see if he has any other sauce and dip recipes to show me!”
“I’m sure he does, honey,” Shimmering Sheet said, smiling warmly.
Savory Slide rounded around suddenly and trotted to the door, “I gotta tell Toola Roola and Coconut Cream about this! Later Mom!”
“Later Slidey, dear~!”
The day came and went, hardly noticed by Savory Slide in her gayful playing and silly-filly gossip.
The morning found the girl trotting on her way to Ponyville Town Hall. Specifically to the communal kitchen within, set on her quest to prepare scrum...shuss… ? It was one of the words she’d heard Pinkie Pie use. She was sure her work would be awesome.
As the building came into view around a corner, she began to think about Caramel. She imagined her role was similar enough that she might be spending more time with him. He wasn’t an unattractive young stallion, but what set her off with him was his sourness when around her and literally any of her other classmates. Maybe it would be different with her this time when they could get to talking recipes and cooking. All that said, he did have a handsome brown mane that sat neatly on his head, and he was a cooker of foods like she.
Savory burst into the kitchen, “Ready to sauce it up in here!” She shouted with a giggle. She continued to giggle as she saw Caramel clutching a mixing bowl about ready to drop it from his hooves. She rushed over to help him.
“Hehe, sorry Mr. Caramel, did I scare ya?”
“Oh it’s no problem Savory Slide, and howdy,” he smiled as he spoke, “we’re gonna sauce it up alright. Big time! Got a whole town to serve t’morrow, y’know?” He resumed his work, placing his hoof back on a stirring spoon. The stallion had a muffled, tenor voice, and there was a funny way that he spoke that Savory couldn’t quite wrap her head around, “and we have a lot of work ahead of us today so you gotta promise you'll be able to keep up, kay?”
“I promise, Mr. Caramel! I have to work hard to prove that I'll be a great sauce chef one day!”
The adult grinned at the unwavering enthusiasm that every pony experienced after finding out their special talent. The stallion placed the bowl on the counter, “Alright then, miss Slide, let's get to work. And you can tell me all about your cutie mark story.”
The pair began to work in tandem. He did most of the labor and gave all the guidance on proper use of the tools. The strange thing about it though was Caramel’s change in attitude around her. It was almost as if he was a different pony, chuckling, joking, and reciting funny tales. Even stranger, though, was that he would seem to relapse if she was facing away from him. He would go quiet for a moment, and she would turn her head towards him to see him blushing.
As they chatted and swapped stories, ponies came in and out, staying however they needed in order to prepare their own offering to the festival. Savory shared her cutie mark story so much, it was like she had it memorized. All the while though she was able to catch him stealing looks at her. Not at her face though. She took it as a challenge to see if he would catch her stealing looks at his body, which wasn't the body of a farm pony.
His had a chef’s figure, like she would see in pony tales that had illustrations of chefs. She didn't mind it, and in fact she liked it. Other girls her age were starting to talk about stallions with muscle and true grit, but she found herself embarrassed to say anything about her interest in wider stallions. She was afraid she might be looked at funny. Caramel wasn't really wide, but she did think he had some cute pudginess that set him apart from the others. She realized that she did like him more than most stallions, but he was still kind of odd to be around. With all the look-thievery going on, she was starting to think about what it would be like to kiss the young stallion. Fantasies of hugging and kissing him made her blush and made her rear feel warm.
Later in the day, after their second break, there was only one other cook in the kitchen, working at a far corner. Savory was stirring a simmering pot of tomato sauce and Caramel was carefully reading instructions from a cookbook. She turned her head slowly to steal another look, and she saw him looking deeply into the book, his eyes glazed over. Her gaze followed his form and the girl gasped in surprise to see a fleshy pink color poking from his sheath! It was wrong to stare when that happened so she quickly turned away, feeling her whole body heat up. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed some movement, so she turned back, only to find her eyes locked with Caramel’s. His eyes were fearful and embarrassed and it was like his jaw was down to the floor! She tore her eyes away and had to shut her own mouth.
She fixed her eyes to her stirring. She hadn't paid it much mind, but her mother had given her The Talk a day after she had earned her cutie mark. It was a lecture that made her very curious and uncomfortable, and a little confused. Her mother also seemed uneasy about it, but it seemed like something she had to do. What had she learned about? It was about how foals are made, right? It had something to do about the boy and his ...penis.
Why would Caramel want to make her have a foal? Did he want to start a family with her? Did they even love each other? But she was too young to have a coltfriend! And also, why was her foreleg starting to ache?
The touch of Caramel’s hoof against her fetlock broke her train of thought with a startled little yelp, and he stopped her absent-minded stirring. They locked eyes again. For a moment, they gazed into one another's eyes, his deep blue, hers a scarlet red, both sporting an expression of fear and wonder, both minds racing.
The moment passed as a boil popped loudly and they both went to work frantically calming down the bubbling pot of tomato sauce.
“Ho there filly! That sauce has to cool off!” He lowered the dial on the stove to turn down the heat as Savory stirred the soupy mix.
The day wore on, and as suddenly as it had started, it was over. There were pots, pans, dishes, tubs, cups, bowls and containers of all kinds with as many different sauces that she could think to make, with a few special touches of her own to spark the imagination of everypony who ate. There were red sauces, white sauces, savory and salty sauces, sweet and sour sauces, sweet and smokey sauces, sauces for dessert, and sauces for appetizers. There were dips from all kinds of other cities and nations, cultures and traditions. And of course a giant pot of sticky, sweet caramel for dipping apples. Or dipping anything you might like. Savory Slide was aching and sweaty, but she felt happy with a job well done.
The two ponies had cleanup duty, so they were alone after the last few cooks had finished up their dishes. There were pans and pots and cutting boards to wash, and there were countertops to scrub. They were still playing the looking game, and now that they had the place to themselves it had gotten more aggressive. As they worked with cleaning and chatted about life, the game switched from being a competition to a cooperative. Savory felt happy to have the young gentlepony’s attention, and she gave him a few poses for him that she thought were cute. Then he would give her his own pose, such as raising his front on a stool and striking a heroic stance. She blushed at seeing him poke out of his sheath, and she giggled when he realized this and hopped back down. She had been meaning to ask about it, and seeing it again reminded her. Plus they were all alone here anyway.
“Mr. Caramel, why does it poke out like that?” She asked in what she tried to sound like a casual tone, though her voice made a nervous crack.
The question, though, was enough to stop the pony from mopping the floor, “Oh, um... I uh… it um... is just happy for your attention, that's all, heh,” Caramel pieced the sentence together. He was blushing, but he smiled.
“But uh, what does that mean? It likes me?” She looked over while he had his head turned and she could see that his penis was poking out even more, “Whoa! It likes when I talk about it?” The girl made a teasing giggle, “Oh what should I say to it? Hello, Penis, is that what you wanna be called? How are you feeling, Mr. Penis?” She spoke teasingly, amusing herself.
Caramel let out an honest, hearty laugh, his soft voice becoming hard and baritone with the force, “Hahahahaa, you silly filly. Hahaha, but if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've just had The Talk.”
Savory Slide scrunched up her lips, “Well, yeah, I did just get my cutie mark. But anyway, what does it feel like. It just looks like it gets bigger and bigger!” She said, watching the shaft grow as she stared.
“Oh, it feels all tingly and the skin gets tight around it, and there's a bit of pressure that it puts on me where it connects to my body.” He said.
The springy mane bobbed with her head, “Oh it feels tingly for me too sometimes, but it just makes my rear feel warm, nothing really big happens.” While she spoke, she rubbed her hind legs together in a fidget.
Caramel smiled with a nod, “‘Nothing really big happens’? Are you sure?”
The twitch of Caramel's penis caught her gaze as Savory nodded, smiling in her confusion. Caramel patted the stool he had used to strike his pose, gesturing for her to get up onto it. Savory did so, but Caramel chuckled.
“Actually, put your hind hooves on it,” he directed.
She did as he told, but the pose felt very odd to her. Her little butt felt very exposed and taut, making her leg muscles stretch out. She felt her privates were getting more air than was comfortable, “Mr. Caramel, this pose- oh!” she was interrupted by the touch of his broad hoof on her narrow back. The young stallion put his head next to hers, rubbing his cheek to hers. His hoof caressed her back as it moved down her spine towards her dock. The girl shivered, feeling parts of his hoof running against her butt. She gasped as he slowly dipped the hoof edge down the other side, edging into her nether region, as the stallion watched her bite her lower lip.
“Mr. Caramel my mom said not to let ponies touch there,” she spoke quickly, as if it was something she was supposed to say, but her body was electrified by the touch, and the sparks excited her so much! Before Caramel could touch anything considered forbidden, she felt him stop. Savory opened her eyes she had realised were closed, and she looked into those smiling, knowing blue eyes. Then she felt his hoof lower, and she bit into her lip again. Her lips curled upward in a giddy smirk as she felt his hoof glide gently against her slit and folds, then a bit firmer a second time. She whimpered softly as she felt Caramel's hoof petting her, changing up his strokes a bit with each pass. Her privates twitched on their own, more and more. They felt extra tingly, like she was on fire! She felt like something was squeezing out of her and making her back legs wet, but it was too slow and clingy. All these new feelings made her feel so good! She made a cute moan to say how good she was feeling. After a little while, Caramel stopped his pets, but it was too soon for him to stop and she said so with a groan.
“Ooohhh, t-that felt really nice Mr. Caramel,” Savory said in a dreamy voice. Her hind legs relaxed and she had realized they were pressing her rear up against the air while that hoof rubbed her.
“Ah, that's good, filly! And look at this! You think this isn't something really big?” he said and showed her his hoof which was covered with a layer some clear, slippery liquid.
Savory Slide gasped as she realized that this stuff was what she was feeling sliding down her legs from her privates, “Whoa! I've never seen this before! Wow! That's what my privates make when they feel good? Oh my gosh!” Savory uttered in breathless wonder.
Caramel chuckled and he slipped his tongue out to sample the dripping stuff, “Mmh, my my young filly, this is quite a lot of juice! Makes me think there’s something about your special talent that has to do with it.”
Savory giggled, “Hehe, what’s that mean, like my private parts make sauce? OOOooooohhhhhh~!” The connection hit her like a pot to the head, “Think you’re right Carmy, hehe. Oh! I mean Mr. Carmy, hehe.”
Caramel grinned at her and he said, “You're too cute, li’l filly. C’mere and I'll give you some extra special pets, hun,” the pony said and he led her over to a stack of flour sacks in a storage pantry.
Savory gasped, “Oh! You mean there's more?” she said with a crack in her voice. The filly hopped onto the sack of flour. She felt her shyness about the touches were all washed away with the pleasing feeling of that hoof running up and down her delicate petals, spreading them and rubbing the juices around.
Caramel nodded and his tone lowered to become more serious, “Yes but you gotta make a promise that all this touching stuff doesn't leave this kitchen, m'kay hun?”
“Sure, Mr. Carmy,” she said and recited the Pinkie Pie Promise, “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye! It's a secret!”
The seriousness melted away from Caramel's face, and he smirked, “Alright filly, now sit on your backside and lean back, you're about to go for a ride, hehe.”
Unsure of what he meant, she did as she was told, sitting on her rear and leaning back to recline on the packed flour. Her hind legs splayed out to reveal her dewey little petals to him. She blushed and she made a delicate little sound as she felt her petals being parted again, exposing her sensitive inner flesh to the outside air. Keeping her eyes on Caramel, she watched him as he stood for a moment to drink in the sight of her privates, like he was studying a fine painting. She grinned as he looked, feeling some kind of pride at all the attention.
Caramel looked back in her eyes and grinned, “It's a mighty pretty pussy you got, Miss Savory, heh.”
Savory cocked her head, “Pussy?”
“Mhmm, yes hun,” Caramel leaned in and his hoof went to that spot again, this time with much more freedom. The stallion rolled the edge of his hoof around on her pussy, letting it do the talking for him.
Savory Slide moaned cute, pretty moans for the big but delicate hoof. She placed her own small hooves against that hoof, petting it as it petted her, “m-Mister...mh Caramel, this is…so weird.”
Caramel glanced up into Savory’s eyes and grinned devilishly. Then her eyes widened as the big male lowered his chin down to her petals! “Mister Car-!” The filly drew in a mighty gasp as something softer and warmer replaced the hoof! She let out that big breath in a long moan and she stole a glance to see what was happening. Caramel had started licking her like she had thought! Paralyzed by pleasure, Savory started to pant as her moans came unabated. She squirmed against the packages of flour, and in her pleasured writhings, felt her legs open her up even more. She squealed and bit her lip as she felt something penetrate her petals, though it receded quickly, only giving her a taste. Something deep within her told her to spread out more, told her that that penetration was good, told her that she should have more of that intruder.
“c-c-c-Carmy!” She breathed. Her body finished her request, splaying its hind legs out, stretching her muscles, and Carmy answered in kind, giving her his tongue inside of her. Caramel started darting his tongue back and forth, thrusting the muscle inside Savory’s canal. The strangeness didn’t stop there, however, as her body caused her hips to move all on their own! She thrusted against the tongue, feeling its length enter her again and again. It felt good! Her mind was blank besides the feeling!
“c-c-c… Carmy! w-w-What’s?” The heat was building up more, and it was building up to something intense! A flash of worry broke through her senses, but whatever had started she felt it was coming. It crashed into her like a huge wave, and as she felt her nether region burning up and tingling. She jerked and spasmed, feeling her lower belly tighten up again and again, clenching and re-clenching around the soft invader.
The world slowly woke up around her and she realized she was crying. She wasn’t sad, though. Her eyes were just leaking. She felt a warm body against hers, and a big hoof wrapped around the top of her head, caressing her fur and mane gently, soothingly. She felt her breaths come steadier as her body calmed down, and she welcomed Mr. Caramel’s warmth.
“Muh… Mister Caramel! What w-was that?” Savory asked, breathlessly.
“Your body feeling good, Miss Savory,” was all he explained, “Did y’all like it, little filly?”
“Ah, I dunno. It was so strange, but not bad!” She spoke with trepidation. She was all in a tizzy on what to feel, but somehow she wanted to feel it again sometime.
“It was a new experience, hun, and I’m happy to have given it to you,” Caramel spoke and his breath waved across Savory’s fur, causing pin-prickles to rise on the back of her neck.
He continued, “It’s okay, hun, just breathe," the earth-pony soothed, his voice low, "and thanks for trusting me, hunnie."
The words reminded her of her mother's words about her special place, but with Carmy it was okay, wasn't it?
"Aww Carmy, I trust you!" Savory smiled, "I… like you!"
Caramel chuckled low, "I like you too, hun. You’re a good li’l filly and so full of happiness! But what d'you say we finish tidying up and I'll walk you back home, hm?"
"Okay! Yeah!” Savory hopped onto her small hooves and trotted over to fetch more dishes with Caramel following closely behind her.
After the dishes were cleaned and sorted, and the food prep was sufficiently stored, Savory and Caramel finally got on the road. The sun was down and the dusty roads were almost empty. The pair, one big and one small, walked down the road, back towards Savory’s home.
“Oh wait! I forgot!” Savory halted.
“Hm? Something ya forgot back in the kitchen?”
“Yeah! I forgot to see how yours worked!”
Caramel laughed, “Ah we can try that another day when you’re ready. For now let’s get you back home so you can rest up for tomorrow. It’s gonna be a busy day, m’kay hun? Get plenty of sleep.”
“Okay, Carmy!”
Author's Note
This came about in my mind as a role-reversal to the Sparity story I made. I must have gone with such obscure characters because I wanted the sauce theme, haha. Thanks for reading!
