Author's Note

A long awaited Pinkie Pie chapter.
Includes face sitting fetish. Requested by Knight 24. https://www.fimfiction.net/user/320437/Knight+24

Baking Cream-Pies

"Thank you! Come again!" Pinkie Pie yelled out to her last customer of the day as they left Sugar Cube Corner.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked over to the front door, flipping the "Come in we're open!" sign to the "Sorry we're closed" side.

"Alright everypony, that's the last sale of the day!" Pinkie called out to everyone working in the bakery. The couple, Mr. and Mrs. Cake and the local human, Zack came out from the kitchen lathered in flour, icing, sprinkles, and all sorts of baking ingredients.

"That's the last one?" Zack asked with exasperation. He wasn't used to doing labor like this. Back home he just laid around watching TV, playing video games, and going out to parties. But a few weeks ago he was somehow transported to this crazy, magical world due to a summoning spell gone wrong. Now he's living with Pinkie Pie, the hyperactive, plump, overexcited baker/ party planner pony. And it made him feel funny just by being around her.

"Yes indeedy!" she replied happily.

"Well Pinkie, you and Zack here can go ahead and deal with cleaning and baking tomorrows batch," said Mr. Cake. "We hope the twins didn't deal drive the foal sitter crazy, so we'd better be heading out now." He and Mrs. Cake hung up their dirty aprons and left the bakery. Leaving Pinkie Pie and Zack standing in the dining area, while Pinkie waved goodbye even after the couple left.

"Alright!" Pinkie's shout caught Zack by surprise, he nearly fell over. "Wadaya say we get to baking that new batch?" she asked. Her eyes were shining like glitter and her smile was so big it was abnormal. If there was one thing Pinkie loved more than anything, it was baking. Plus party planning, but baking for right now.

"Uh, sure," Zack replied. He was finally going to spend some alone time with Pinkie Pie. His heart began to race and sweat began to form on his face. He felt hot as if he just stepped into a boiler room. Just thinking about Pinkie gave him feel weird, but spending quality time with this pretty, pink pony? It was asking for too much! He just wanted to embrace her in a passionate hug, their eyes would meet as they filled with love. He wanted to tell her his true feelings, maybe, if she wanted, they could--

"Um, Zack? Are you okay?" Pinkie Pie asked with a hint of concern. Zack snapped back to reality, looking at the pony. His cheeks began to turn red out of embarrassment.

"Sorry. Yeah, I'm good. Let's get to baking." At those words, Pinkie's over the top smile came back.

"Yipee!" she squealed as she hopped over to the kitchen, her pink, poofy hair nearly touching the ceiling. Zack followed after her, still feeling tingly.

Pinkie Pie reached under a table and brought up a massive cook book. It was decorated with food and snacks of every kind. Just the detailed pictures on the cover could make anyone's mouth water.

"Now, everypony looooved the chocolate lasagna, we couldn't even keep up with the orders!" Pinkie said as she flipped through the cook book. "So I thought, we should bake a huuuge batch for tomorrow. Waddaya think?" She looked to Zack for an answer, but he looked spaced out. "Zack!"

He snapped back into reality again. He looked at Pinkie Pie who was looking worried. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Do you need to sit down?"

Zack shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off any unnecessary thoughts. "No, no. I'm fine. Just thinking about that chocolate lasagna." He smiled awkwardly at Pinkie Pie, who just smiled back.

"I know right? Oh, by the way, a little secret between you and me...?" She looked around to make sure no one was around peeking in on their conversation. She leaned in towards Zack, making his face redden like a rose. "I maaay have eaten about three batches of the lasagnas."

Zack chuckled at this secret. "It's not really much of a secret Pinkie," he said. "I'm sure other ponies know you eat your own creations."

Pinkie Pie laughed a bit. She had a cute little giggle with some snorting mixed in that made her all the cuter. "You're funny, Zack. I like you."

Zack's eyes grew wide. He never thought he'd hear those words in his entire life time, let alone directly from Pinkie. His heart was pounding in his chest and beads of sweat formed on his face. He didn't know how to respond. Should he respond? "T-t-thanks," he finally managed to stutter out.

Pinkie placed a fore-hoof on Zack's chest. She could feel the thumping of his heart through his rib cage and thick pectorals. She leaned forward, using Zack for balance as her face suddenly got really close to his. Her eyelids fluttered and they had a strange sparkle to them. She licked her lips as if she were ready to taste something.

Zack opened his mouth to speak but it was immediately plugged up by Pinkie's lips. She slowly kissed him, letting him feel her and take in this feeling. Zack could feel his legs turning into mush from the overwhelming feeling. He placed one hand on the counter to steady himself and the other hand to hold onto Pinkie's small but plump body.

Now that he had his hands around her, he could finally feel her. She not only looked plump, she also felt it; she felt like a memory foam mattress, every time he lifted his fingers from her body, it always returned to its same shape. Her pink coat was soft to the touch like running a hand through cotton candy.

Her mouth had a strange taste to it. It was almost like every cake, cupcake, candy, and soda was mixed together to form a strong, sweet taste that seemed to overwhelm Zack’s tastebuds.

They slowly broke the kiss, leaving a bridge of saliva connecting their bottom lips to each other. They looked at each other passionately. While Pinkie Pie smiled, Zack was still surprised.

“W-what just—“ he began to speak, but he couldn’t get out what he wanted before Pinkie shushed him by placing her hoof over his mouth.

“It’s like I told you, silly,” Pinkie said, “I like you. You’re a real funny guy and I like that about you. You love to help out even when no pony asks, and you always know what to do whenever there’s a problem. I love you Zacky.” Her face suddenly changed from passionate to seductive. “And I know you like to look at my pink, fluffy marshmallows.”

Zack’s eyes grew wide. He didn’t know how to respond to that. He was about to panic until Pinkie planted another kiss on his lips, shutting him up before he could say anything.

This kiss was more firm and more wet than the last one. He could feel Pinkie’s unnaturally long tongue slither around in his mouth like an eel, connecting with his tongue and wrapping around it.

As they broke their second kiss, Pinkie closed the cook book and laid it off to the side. She pushed Zack backwards where he safely landed on a bag of flour. She creeped up towards him like a predator creeping up on their prey.

She slid her tongue along Zack’s shorts, over the bulge that laid under it. She gripped the top of his shorts and boxers and pulled them down, revealing a throbbing, pulsating erection.

Pinkie marveled at its size and girth. She could feel the warmth radiating off of it as she inches closer to it. She looked up at Zack and smiled.

"I’ve got a special recipe I wanna try,” she said seductively.

“A-and what’s that?” Zack stuttered. He wasn’t sure where Pinkie was going with this.

Pinkie reached under a table and pulled out an old piece of paper. On it were instructions for cooking. On the very top, in big, bold letters was the name of the recipe:

Cream-Pies

“Let’s see here,” Pinkie Pie began, “Ingredients: one egg, filling, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup. Step one: make sure the piping bag for the filling is nice and wet.”

She proceeded to lick the tip of Zack’s penis with her tongue, sending shivers and shocks of pleasure through his body. She licked around the frenulum of the penis head making Zack spasm with pleasure. Without hesitating, Pinkie proceeded to take the entire length of Zack's cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Surprisingly, she didn't choke or gag. She held her position for a few seconds while constricting the shaft with her unnatural tongue.

She finally lifted her head up, leaving a messy trail of spit. The entirety of Zack's dick was lathered and coated in the wet, sticky substance. He marveled at the work Pinkie had done to it.

"How did you learn to do that?" Zack asked in amazement.

Pinkie wiped the spit off of her mouth with a hoof before she spoke. "I've worked with eclairs from time to time. I'd just pretend it's a stallion's long, hard thingy and just go to town on it until the cream pops out and coats my fluffy pink fur."

Zack imagined Pinkie stroking and sucking a gangbang of eclairs, each one releasing its white creme filling all over the pink pony's face, body, and hair. She would lay down, munching away at the drained pastries after she was finished using them for her sexual desires. The only thing he hoped for was that Pinkie didn't accidentally bite his dick off in whatever she had planned.

"Now let's see here." Pinkie grabbed the instructions and read it out loud. "Now that the funnel's been wet, make sure it has enough filling by making sure it's leaking out some." She looked over at the stiff, standing shaft and saw a white liquid trickling out from the tip. "Yup! Next, make sure your baking tray is wet and covered in some sort of slippery substance. Maybe add some syrup and whipped cream to help with cleaning." She looked back at Zack who was waiting expectantly for what was supposed to happen next.

Pinkie grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup and whipped cream and began spraying both of them all over her exposed vagina.

Pinkie suddenly jumped into the air and managed to position herself directly over Zack's face. Though she couldn't see it, Zack was absolutely terrified as he came to realize what was about to happen. Pinkie fell, smothering Zack between her plump, enormous ass cheeks. His mouth was completely covered by her wet pussy, but his nose was miraculously free. Unfortunately it was directed towards her closed anus. Chocolate and whipped cream streamed down the sides of his face, making a mess on the floor underneath him. He struggled to get Pinkie off of him, but she was so heavy that she didn't seem to budge.

"Come on Zack, you need to get the baking tray nice and wet!" Pinkie shifted her hips around, grinding her cunt on Zack's face.

Either he could suffocate to death by not breathing through his nose, or he could just go with it and please Pinkie before she crushed his head.

He extended his tongue and began to lick around PInkie's juicy vagina. Just like Pinkie Pie's mouth, her pussy tasted sweet. It was like licking the caramel dripping from a candy apple. Or maybe that was just from the toppings.

Zack had to breath, and there was no other airway he could use besides his nose. He took a big breath through his nostrils expecting to smell the pungent smell of Pinkie's ass. But instead, there was a sweet scent flowing into his nose. From where Pinkie's anus was, it smelled like a doughnut but Zack didn't know what kind. It was as if every bit of Pinkie Pie smelled like something sweet, from her head to her ass.

Zack went straight back to licking Pinkie Pie's plot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Pinkie moaned as Zack continued to work his tongue around her delicate, sweet flower. He raised both hands and planted them on her thick, voluptuous cheeks. He gripped them tightly as he flicked his tongue on her bulbous clitoris. Pinkie squealed from the sudden shock from her clit.

Soon she lifted herself up from Zack's face, leaving it coated in a mixture of saliva, vaginal juices, and a little bit of chocolate and cream. Pinkie grabbed the list and ran through the final steps on the list. "Now place the piping bag into the warm baking sheet and continue to grind and squeeze until the filling has been emptied and has filled the baking tray to the max."

Without hesitating, Pinkie Pie climbed on top of Zack, making sure her perfectly round butt was facing him as she positioned her gaping love canal over Zack's full and ready piping bag. She slowly lowered herself down, letting the tip of the penis penetrate her orifice. Blood trickled out and Pinkie twinged with pain, but she didn't stop. She moved all the way down until her crotch made contact with the base of Zack's groin.

"There, now you sit back and enjoy the view while I do the rest of the baking," Pinkie said. She moved her hips up and down, letting Zack's hard shaft move through the slick but tight walls of her love canal. Zack could feel the tip of his penis hit something every time Pinkie moved back down, it was most likely her cervix.

With every rise and fall of her hips, Pinkie would moan louder and louder, her ass would slap down on his lap, creating an erotic sound that made Zack to want to release earlier than he should, but he has to hold out to satisfy the party pony's energetic nature. Eventually Pinkie switched to grinding on his cock, moving her hip around in circles, from left to right, front to back trying to get Zack's cum out any was she can.

He was getting close. He could feel the pressure building up inside his dick. The sperm cells made their way though his shaft and neared the exit. He knew where Pinkie wanted it, she didn't have to say anything. He grabbed the pink pony's bubble butt and held her down as he expelled every last drop of semen through her cervix and into her uterus. Pinkie squealed and moaned from the rush of warm liquid filling her body.

She collapsed on top of Zack, her back on his chest. They panted and their chest's heaved. They looked into each other's eyes with love and passion. They kissed for a few seconds, until they finally broke it.

Zack looked around them and gawked at the mess they made. Bottles, bowls, ingredients, and decorations were strewn everywhere. He looked down at Pinkie who's expression suddenly turned serious and grim.

"Shit, we need to clean this up!" Zack yelled. He looked at the clock which read 10:00 pm. It was almost midnight and they haven't straightened the place up, nor have they made tomorrow's fresh batch.

"Looks like this day just turned from sweet to sour. Heheh..." Pinkie Pie said nervously.