The New Girl

Pinkie Pie stared expectantly at Twilight as the erudite young woman bit into, yet another, cookie. "Weeeeeeell...?" the poofy haired girl asked, vibrating in anticipation. "What do you think about this one?"

Twilight chewed, thoughtfully, weighing several factors. "Well, this one does have the right chocolate to vanilla ratio," she said, swallowing, before chasing the treat with a sip of milk. "However, I would say this one is much too soft. Also, I think it's just a bit boring. It needs just a hint of something else, perhaps marshmallow, maybe mint?"

"All right," Pinkie said, scratching down a quick note. "Next up is coffee bean and almond."

"Can we take a break after this next one," Twilight said, clutching her stomach. "As much as I enjoy helping you experiment with new recipes, eighteen cookies in a single day isn't healthy."

"Okie dokie!" Pinkie chirped, slipping on an oven mitt. "It wouldn't be very fun if you got sick, because then you'd barf everywhere, and then we'd have to clean it up, and that's always super gross."

The timer on the oven dinged, heralding the arrival of batch nineteen. As Pinkie bent over to retrieve the confections inside, Twilight couldn't help but take note of her friend's figure. The past two weeks had opened Twilight's eyes to just how great sex could be, and she now found herself fantasizing about damn near every woman she encountered, from the wall-eyed mail woman who had a "package to deliver" (which ended up being an actual package from her parents), to Cheerilee, the local schoolteacher, whom Twilight was desperately trying to serve detention with, and now Pinkie Pie. The poofy, pink party planner's body was no doubt the subject of many of Ponyville's young boy's "private time" (and Twilight's). She had perfectly round double-D titties that seemed to defy gravity, with an equally exquisite ass. Though she had a bit of a belly, she was by no means fat (in her own words, she was "THICC"), and Twilight just wanted to grab hold of the soft pudge and knead it like a sexy dough.

Twilight stared hungrily at Pinkie's juicy butt for easily the tenth time, today, as her friend grabbed hold of the cookie sheet. While the coffee cookies smelled delicious, what Twilight really wanted to take a bite of was that ass. The soft girl's super-duper short shorts strained against the pressure exerted against them, and Twilight couldn't help but wonder how the denim hadn't-

RRRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPP!

Well, that answered that question. "Whoopsie!" Pinkie giggled. "Guess I've sampled too many sweets!" she said, pulling the dessert from the oven, and placing the treats on a cooling rack.

Holy shit, she's not wearing underwear! Twilight thought, biting her lip. "Gee, that's unfortunate," she said, trying her best to sound sympathetic towards her friend's embarrassment. "Why don't you go upstairs and change. I won't try any more cookies without you."

"Twi-Twi, you're staring," Pinkie said, smugly. "And drooling."

Twilight snapped from her daze, immediately wiping away the spittle forming at the edges of her mouth. "I, uh..." she said, trying to come up with an excuse.

"It's okay!" Pinkie Pie replied. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't like people staring at my badonkadonk. In fact," she said, slowly walking towards Twilight. "I was hoping you'd stare."

"R-really?!" Twilight gasped.

"Heck yeah!" Pinkie said, bouncing slightly. "I can totally tell what you've been up to with some of the other girls, and I was kinda hoping you'd be interested in doing that with me. So, whattya say, Twi; wanna try some of my Pussy Pie?"

Twilight didn't say anything, instead answering by lunging forward and catching Pinkie in a kiss. Pinkie immediately took the lead, lifting Twilight and placing her on the kitchen counter, her hands deftly removing the bookworm's blouse and bra in a single motion, her pants coming off in another. Her mouth moved south, latching itself onto one of Twilight's sensitive nipples. Twilight moaned as Pinkie's prehensile tongue moved in ways that the scholar never thought possible.

As she moved to the other nipple, Pinkie pushed deeper into her licking and suckling, climbing on top of the counter, pinning Twilight, and knocking over a few ingredients. Twilight gasped as a sudden, cool sensation smothered her unattended breast. Her eyes snapped opened, watching as Pinkie drizzled a handful of chocolate syrup over the boob that wasn't currently in her mouth. Her tongue glided back over to the chocolatey tit, as her hand scooped more syrup from the bowl, her fingers drawing a trail from Twilight's collar bone, down through the valley between her breasts, over her tummy, then teasing right at the top of her public area, before messily making their way back up. Pinkie's delectable digits brushed the edges of Twilight's lips, the purple-haired girl happily sucking one into her mouth, licking it clean of her treat.

With Twilight's tit now clean, Pinkie's mouth traveled along the sweet path she had drawn, lapping up the rich sauce that decorated her friend's body. Twilight jut laid back, closing her eyes, and enjoying the attention her friend was bathing her in. She affectionately ran her fingers through Pinkie's neat mess of hair, coaxing her as she made her way closer and closer to her chocolate covered cunt.

"Hi, girls," Mrs. Cake said, making her way to the refrigerator. Twilight's eyes snapped open in shock, her face turning scarlet. Her hands instinctively made their way to her breasts, trying to preserve some of her modesty.

"Hey, Mrs. Cake," Pinkie said, pausing from the pussy in front of her. "How's Mr. C's business trip to Canterlot going?" she asked, before going back to Twilight's tasty snatch.

"It's going well," she replied, pouring herself a glass of milk. "The arrangements to have Princess Celestia stop by during her upcoming visit to Ponyville went through, so now we just have to decide what to serve her."

"M-Mrs. Cake!" Twilight stammered, nervously trying to come up with an explanation as to why she was naked on her counter, covered in chocolate syrup, with her friend performing oral sex on her, which Pinkie had not stopped, even with the presence of her employer made apparent. "I-I... We were..."

"It looks like the two you are having a fun afternoon," the older woman said, smirking. "How are the new recipes coming, Pinkie? Anything worth adding to the menu?"

"They're coming along well, Mrs. Cake!" the pink-haired girl chirped, replacing her mouth with a pair of fingers, continuing to pleasure Twilight as she discussed business. "There's been a few contenders, but nothing that have really knocked our socks off, yet. We just pulled some coffee-almonds from the oven, but haven't tried them, yet."

Mrs. Cake approached the rack of now cool cookies, taking a bite of one. "Oh, my!" she beamed, dunking the rest of the cookie into her milk. "These are wonderful! Think we can have a batch ready by Tuesday?"

"You betcha!" Pinkie said, diving back into Twilight's snatch.

"All right, have fun, you two," Mrs. Cake said, exiting the kitchen. "Make sure you clean up when you're done. Let me know if you need help with anything."

"We'll keep that in mind!" Pinkie called back, waving good-bye.

"P-Pinkie!" Twilight exclaimed. "Did you really just have a casual conversation with your boss while between my legs?"

"Sure did!" Pinkie Pie said, as if it was a totally normal thing.

"And she didn't care that we were having sex in her kitchen!?"

"Of course not," Pinkie answered, flicking her tongue over Twilight's clit, making her gasp. "I've caught her and Mr. Cake going at it in here loads of times! I usually join in, too. Shoot, sometimes it's just two of us. If you want, I can call her back in here; I know she'd just love a taste of you."

"Th-that won't be necessary!" Twilight gasped, suddenly having thoughts of the older woman tongue wrestling with Pinkie, while both of them ate her out. "M-maybe later..." Damn, that's another woman I'm going to have inappropriate thoughts about.

Pinkie's mouth suddenly withdrew from Twilight's crotch, leaving the poor girl whimpering for more. Before she could ask why she had stopped, Twilight saw Pinkie stripping off the remaining shreds of her shorts and spraying whipped cream across her now bare chest. "You wanna taste my boobers?" she asked, hefting a gargantuan tit into Twilight's face. Twilight latched onto the squishy breast meat, answering Pinkie's question. The young librarian eagerly licked and slurped up the cream that was now melting across Pinkie Pie's delicious tits. Pinkie's breasts were heavenly. Despite their massive size, they didn't have the least bit of sag to them, standing perfectly perky.

As Twilight suckled on her tits, Pinkie took the can of whipped cream, and inserted the nozzle into Twi's wet pussy. She pressed down, spraying great gobs of cream into her cooch. "Ah!" Twilight yelped. "C-cold!"

"Whoopsie!" Pinkie exclaimed. "Sorry, should have warned you," she said, turning around so her own dripping snatch hovered above Twilight's face. She placed the tip of the cream can against her own cunt, covering her entire vagina in a thick, white mess, then continued to travel up her ass crack, continuing to coat herself in the dairy product. "Dig in, Twi!" she shouted, helping herself to some Twi Pie.

Twilight struggled to keep up with Pinkie Pie. The pudgy party girl's tongue felt impossibly big, reaching depths of Twilight's tight snatch that not even Rarity's dildo from the other day managed to. Still, the novice did not falter in her attempts to please Pinkie. She lapped up the cream coating Pinkie's pie, but hesitated ever so slightly when it came to moving beyond that.

"Don't worry, Twilight," Pinkie said, reading her partner's mind. "I made sure to scrub-a-dub myself up nice and squeaky clean, before you got here." Twilight's tongue traveled a bit farther up, finding that Pinkie certainly smelled like she had thoroughly washed herself. Deciding it was safe to continue, Twilight licked just a fit deeper, her tongue brushing against the tight pucker of Pinkie's anus. "That's it, Twi-Twi!" Pinkie said, firmly sucking on her friend's clit in encouragement.

As Twilight's still inexperienced tongue explored her body, Pinkie's own tongue was busy flicking back and forth over Twilight's adorable little clitoris. Though her tongue movements hadn't faltered, her increasingly quick breaths told Pinkie she was close. Almost there, Pinkie schemed. Almost... NOW! As soon as Twilight was about to climax, Pinkie inserted the tip of her finger into Twilight's ass, barely penetrating her.

"HOLY SHIT!" Twilight shouted, her pussy gushing like a firehouse across the counter. Her body violently shuddered as another squirt sprayed out, before finishing with a third, feeble flood.

Pinkie Pie giggled. "I'm guessing you really, really liked that!" she said, her tongue making one final pass over her friend's quivering clit.

"Oh my gosh!" Twilight whimpered. "That was intense!"

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Pinkie said, hopping off the counter, and grabbing a pair of coffee-almond cookies from the cooling rack. "But, I think we should clean up, now."

"But, what about you?" Twilight asked.

"What about me?"

"Did you... you know... orgasm?"

"Silly, Twilight," Pinkie smiled, handing her friend one of the cookies. "Did you really think I wasn't about to take you upstairs when we finished with this mess? Trust me, we're gonna have loads of fun, once we clean up."

"Sounds like a plan," Twilight smirked, taking a bite of her cookie. "Oh my gosh, these are so good!" she moaned. "Think I could take the rest home?"

"Of course you can!" Pinkie said. "You're gonna need a snack, once I'm through with you."

...

Pinkie Pie swiped through the contacts on her phone, selecting the one she needed. The phone rang for a only a brief moment before it was answered. "She loves the coffee bean and almond," she said. "We're gonna start selling them next Tuesday."

"Awesome!" Rainbow Dash replied. "Can I go ahead and order a dozen of them? And can you go cut them into heart shapes for me, please?"

"Of course you can!" Pinkie giggled. "Anything for you, lover-girl."