Breakfast at Pinkie Pie's

by LewdChapter

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Profanity, Random, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 4021

Pinkie prepares an elaborate breakfast for her roommate

Rainbow is dangerously close to winning a bet with Pinkie by sticking to a strict diet for a full month. On the very last day of the bet, Dash's victory seems a foregone conclusion. Luckily, Pinkie Pie has an ace in the hole.

A delicious, balanced breakfast.

WARNING: this story contains futas, morning sex, foodplay, unsanitary handling of food, and a whole lotta maple syrup

Cover is a crop of 1010820 on derpi

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Published 2020-07-25 15:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-25 15:00:01 UTC

And As I Recall, I Think We Both Kind of Liked It

Making a bet with Pinkie Pie was almost always a terrible idea.

Rainbow Dash knew this, having been friends and roommates with the baker for years. Every time the two would engage in some manner of wager, it would never fail to get out of hand. From drinking contests to tests of strength, they had a tendency of causing a lot of trouble between the two excessively competitive girls.

This particular bet was no different. The challenge itself was simple enough. All Rainbow had to do was give up junk food for an entire month of healthy eating. Always having had a weakness for sugary sodas, late-night snack sessions, and, perhaps most damningly, weekend bar hops, Rainbow had to admit that she may have begun to put on a few pounds. When Pinkie had poked fun at Rainbow for the weight gain (which, Rainbow couldn't help but notice, was definitely a pot and kettle situation), it soon became a matter of guts, dedication, perseverance, and pride.

Rainbow Dash regretted this wager almost immediately.

It was decided that the only fair way to determine what constituted as truly "healthy eating" was to get a neutral third-party, and that meant resorting to Rarity's trendy diet plans. No sugar, no carbs, low fat, low calorie, and, worst of all, no alcohol. As far as Rainbow was concerned, this lifestyle was akin to torture, but it was a torture she was willing to endure for the coveted prize: the loser would cover both halves of the next month's rent.

"Fuck this…" Rainbow Dash stared up at the ceiling, her stomach screaming at her for some manner of sustenance. The month was nearly over, and Dash had all but forgotten what "flavor" was. It was bad enough that she had very easily lost the weight that she had gained, proving this whole diet thing essentially pointless rather early on in the proceedings. But, worst of all, it was Sunday, which was when Pinkie tended to bust out all the stops and cook a giant breakfast for the two of them to enjoy. Always having been a sucker for breakfast food, this is what Rainbow found herself missing more than the pizza and whiskey. Even though she only had to survive one more day, Rainbow wasn't sure if she could make it. Her hunger was starting to get to her. If Dash didn't know any better, she'd think she could even still smell Pinkie's waffles from the kitchen.

"Wait a sec…" Dash sat up in bed, sniffing the air. She inhaled the divine scent that floated over from the kitchen. Coffee. Waffles. Bacon. Dash clutched her stomach as it made a frankly ungodly noise to voice its hunger and desire. There was definitely breakfast being cooked, which annoyed Rainbow to no end. She was used to Pinkie tempting her with fries or shots of tequila, but to use breakfast, the meal Rainbow loved more than anything else, was a low that Dash didn’t expect her friend to resort to.

With a snort of frustration, Rainbow rolled out of bed to give Pinkie a piece of her mind. She considered pausing to throw on some clothes, but eventually decided against it. Taking a few minutes to make herself presentable would probably undermine the whole “moral outrage” angle that Rainbow was going for. Besides, she and Pinkie had been friends for a very long time. A confrontation while clad in her bra and panties wasn’t the least decent Dash had ever been.

With a righteous fire burning in her heart and a starving beast growling in her gut, Dash made her way out of her bedroom. The path to the kitchen was a brief one, just a short jaunt down the hall and a right turn would bring Rainbow to the kitchen, where her friend, her roommate, her rival awaited. As Dash rounded the corner into the kitchen, she was fully prepared to lay into Pinkie in a way she hadn’t ever done before.

“Really, Pinks? Using breakfast against me?” demanded Rainbow. “Is nothing fucking sacred—?”

Rainbow stopped, because what she saw was so absolutely bizarre that she had to take a moment and seriously consider whether or not she was dreaming.

“Morning, Dashie!” Pinkie grinned at Rainbow, staring at her with a mischievous glint in her eye. She was sprawled out on the table, her head hanging over the edge so that she was looking at Rainbow upside down. This on its own wasn't altogether worth much pause, as Pinkie was known for such antics. No, what made the whole thing strange enough to stop Rainbow in her tracks was what Pinkie was wearing.

In the traditional sense, Pinkie was entirely nude, although she was covered in strategic places. Both of her bare breasts, noticeably larger than her head, served as soft, squishy, natural plates, the left boob holding a short stack of pancakes and the right holding a stack of Belgian waffles, both visibly steaming. Drawing a dotted line from her chest to her crotch was a series of breakfast sausages, the rich smell of sage and maple acting as the distinct aroma that marked them as Dash's favorite brand. Between her legs was a sausage of a different sort, a sizable horsecock that Rainbow had merely a passing familiarity with. Only half-hard, Pinkie's marecock still had plenty of real-estate to hold a few strips of bacon, draped enticingly around her girth.

"Coffee is done, by the way," said Pinkie, as if nothing strange was happening at all. Unable to tear her eyes away from the strange scene, Rainbow's body went into some sort of autopilot as she grabbed a mug and poured herself a cup of joe.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?" asked Rainbow finally. Pinkie winked at her, although Dash wasn't exactly looking her in the eye. She was more focused on the slow rise and fall of Pinkie's flapjacks in time with her breath.

"Trying to make you lose," said Pinkie. "See, I knew breakfast was your weakness, but you'd just yell at me if I made a bunch of pancakes and stuff to tempt you. So I went for your other weak spot."

"Which is?"

"You're a big ol' perv who can't resist a mare with a big ol' schlong."

"So you made all this food and covered yourself in it… Why?" Rainbow sipped her coffee. "What, you think I'm just gonna eat bacon off of your… wait a sec, isn't that hot? It's still sizzling!"

"Don't worry about it! All you should worry about is getting a taste." Pinkie wiggled on the table, causing a slight jiggling and shaking of sugar, pastry, cured meat, and titflesh. "Soft, buttery pancakes… crispy waffles…"

"Pinkie, no. I made it this far, and I can last another few hours." A bit awkwardly, Dash pulled up a chair and sat herself down at the table. This put her at perfect eye level with the pancakes, perfectly golden brown and crowned with a healthy pat of butter as it sat proudly atop Pinkie's perfect breast. "Hate to say it, but you did all of this for nothing."

"Sure I can't change your mind? Maybe pancakes aren't what you're craving now. How about something more savory? I've got some tasty sausage…" Pinkie bounced her eyebrows sensually, seductively. Tastily. "The stuff on my tummy ain't too bad, either."

"Look, just because I haven't had a decent meal—"

"Or dick," noted Pinkie.

"In a long, long, long time doesn't mean I'm just gonna throw this bet away," Dash continued, undaunted in her morals and her sense of pride. "You always win these things, but not this time. Now, I'm gonna stand my ground. Now, I'm gonna show you what happens when you fuck with Rainbow Goddamn Dash! Now, you're… What the hell are you doing now?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just adding the finishing touches…" Pinkie held up a strange apparatus, some sort of pitcher attached to a wooden pole, which she maneuvered deftly and gracefully over her chest. "You can't have pancakes and waffles without a little…"

Pinkie tipped the pitcher forward, slowly pouring a stream of thick, amber liquid out and onto her confections. Maple syrup cascaded down the stacks, pooling in the pockets of the waffles before running down its edge and onto her soft pink flesh. A tiny, squeaking sound left Rainbow Dash as she watched, transfixed by the trail of sticky syrup pouring down into Pinkie's bountiful cleavage. The grin Pinkie wore made it clear that she had Rainbow right where she wanted her, and she continued on with her pouring. She dripped syrup down her middle, over her soft, cush, perhaps a bit pudgy belly and all the way to her cock. The organ twitched and jumped as the warm liquid made contact, and a similarly sticky, albeit much clearer, liquid dribbled from the head.

"Mmm… maple syrup. Grade A Dark Amber, too. I got the good stuff!" Pinkie giggled to herself, watching Dash's resolve break in real-time. Rainbow's gaze seemed to follow every bead and drip of syrup slowly crawl along Pinkie's body, although whether or not she was licking her lips at the thought of the food or Pinkie herself was unclear. "Come on, Dashie… Your breakfast is getting cold…"

"Pinks, no…" Rainbow shakily set down her coffee, trying her hardest to find a way out of this sticky situation with her pride and diet intact. "I'm sticking to my guns. You said a month, and that month ends tonight, so—"

"If you give up now, I'll only make you pay half of my share."

That was more than enough for the starving athlete to completely throw away any sense of pride or self-respect in favor of her desire.

Dash attacked the waffles first, leaping onto Pinkie's tit and scarfing down the perfectly crisp and golden treat. She chomped down with a ravenous hunger, demolishing the waffles and leaving behind a mere smattering of crumbs sticking to Pinkie's firm pink nipple. Dash licked her lips before bringing her tongue to Pinkie's soft flesh, licking at the sugary skin with unrestrained hunger. Pinkie giggled, doubling down in the syrup and pouring a stream straight to her opposite tit, a trail that Rainbow greedily licked up along her path to pancakes.

Rainbow went on to make short work of the story stack, giving it and the "plate" beneath the same ravenous adoration and attention as she did the waffles. Butter and syrup dropped down Rainbow's messy meal, dripping onto Pinkie's chest with each ravenous bite. Once she had finished both stacks of delicious pastry, Rainbow lapped up the syrup that clung to Pinkie's skin, the cloyingly sweet nectar only stoking both Rainbow's hunger and her sheer, unfettered desire. Dash wanted more, more than just food, and she wasn't going to quit until she got it. If she was gonna lose this stupid bet, she was going to make damn sure she enjoyed every second.

"Tasty, huh?" snickered Pinkie. Rainbow murmured some form of agreement under her breath before leaning in to suck more syrup from Pinkie's nipple. She used her tongue to tease her as she gently nibbled on the firm little bit of flesh, soon earning a moan from the chef in question. "Hey, Dashie, I think your bacon might be getting cold…"

Though it seemed to cause her great pain to do so, Rainbow dragged herself away from Pinkie's boobs, bringing her attention down south. Pinkie's "sausage" was previously at about half-mast, but it seemed that the way Rainbow licked and sucked on her breasts seemed to awaken it properly; Pinkie's thick, throbbing, dripping 12-inches stood at attention, nearly a dozen strips of perfectly crisp bacon hugging her length. Dash slowly peeled a perfect piece of pork from Pinkie's pecker and gave it an eager chomp, letting out a moan of her own at the divine taste of the cured meat she had been craving all month.

"Looks like you've been keeping it warm for me." Dash grabbed two more strips and greedily devoured them, leaving little more than crispy crumbs bouncing off of Pinkie's belly. "Fuck, this is so good…"

"Worth losing the bet?" asked Pinkie. Rainbow grabbed the last of the bacon from Pinkie's dick, jumping onto the table and straddling her. Dash wiggled her tight, toned little ass back, bouncing eagerly against Pinkie's pole.

"Not yet. How about you make it worth losing?" Rainbow slipped a piece of bacon between her teeth and leaned forward, inching closer to her roommate. With a cheeky grin, Pinkie slapped her hands onto Dash's narrow hips and darted forward to bite the other end of the bacon. The two wrestled for dominance over the tasty treat before breaking the crispy morsel in two and locking their lips into one another. Rainbow wasn't sure what tasted better, the bacon or Pinkie herself. Either way, Dash wanted more.

As the pair kissed, ravenous tonguing the inside of the other's mouth, Pinkie quite dexterously tugged Dash's shorts to the side and slid her thick, sticky, syrupy shaft between the athlete's legs. Rainbow grinded her hot, wet pussy against Pinkie before she raised her hips and slid herself downward. She let out a strained hiss, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as Pinkie's fat cockhead split her in two.

“F-fuck…” Dash, of course, had seen Pinkie’s equipment in the past, but to see her thick package and to take it in herself were two wildly different experiences. Pinkie’s dick was nearly as long and thick as Rainbow’s arm, and it was a slow, tight, almost painful process for Dash to wiggle herself down onto Pinkie’s rod. Were it not for the slick, tasty coating of syrup on Pinkie’s shaft, Rainbow wasn’t sure if she’d be able to manage. “So big…”

“What’s the matter, Dashie? Eyes bigger than your stomach?” Pinkie grinned, then gripped Rainbow’s slim, slender waist and pulled her down slowly. With each inch more that entered Rainbow’s tight entrance came a sharp, gasping whine from the athlete. “Lemme help you. How’s that, huh?”

“How the hell do you drag this thing around all day?” chuckled Rainbow breathlessly. Though it was a snug fit, and Dash wasn’t entirely certain her body had enough capacity to physically fit it all, she managed to slide herself all the way down onto Pinkie. “If you were any bigger, you’d be coming out the other end.”

“I dunno about you, but I think this fit is pretty darn perfect.” Pinkie grabbed her syrup pitcher-pole mechanism and grinned. “Ditch the bra, will ya? You’re not the only one who’s hungry.”

Consumed by bliss, and distracted by the fat horsecock that was surely touching her heart by this point, Rainbow couldn’t manage more than a slow nod of agreement. She clumsily fumbled with her clasps before finally pulling her bra off and baring her small, pert breasts to the world. Pinkie pushed Dash back gently, leaning her back to give herself a better landing platform for her syrup; Pinkie maneuvered the pole up and tilted the pitcher forward, causing thick, warm, sticky syrup to cascade down Rainbow’s delectable, delicious flat chest. A viscous wave of the delicious nectar ran down Rainbow’s toned torso, trickling over her stiff nipples and sliding over the ridges of her abs and pooling in her belly button.

Rainbow finally began setting her hips to work, sliding herself up Pinkie’s massive rod and down again. She slowly bounced up and down, rocking her hips with each motion. Syrup flew from Rainbow’s body as she worked Pinkie’s pole, the fat rod threatening to split her in twain with each deep, deliberate thrust. Pinkie held onto Dash tightly, but largely let Rainbow go at her own pace. Whether this was because she preferred to pass the reins to her partner, or a necessity to avoid actually breaking Rainbow in half, remained to be seen.

“Fuck, Pinks. Look…” panted Rainbow, pointing down her abdomen. Her cyan skin bulged somewhat, a not insignificant reminder at just how big Pinkie really was. “Come on, I can take more.”

“You sure?” asked Pinkie, though she wasn’t entirely sure what she’d do if Rainbow wasn’t. Dash’s pussy was just too good, too hot, too tight. Pinkie needed more, and she was hoping to get it sooner rather than later. “I don’t wanna—”

“I’m sure. Don’t make me ask again, just let me have it.” Rainbow let out a shuddering moan as she took Pinkie down to the base once again. “Come on, you’ve teased me enough this month, and you won. Least you could do is make sure I enjoy the loss.”

That seemed to be solid enough reasoning for Pinkie, who used her surprising strength and agility to quite easily flip them both over on the table. Sausage links spilled off of Pinkie’s belly and onto the floor as she pinned Rainbow to the table. She gripped the front of Dash’s panties and pulled them apart, slowly tearing the cloth from Rainbow’s body. Now that there was absolutely nothing in her path, Pinkie was free to do whatever she wanted with Dash’s lithe, sticky little body, which is an opportunity she planned to take full advantage of.

Another moan left Rainbow when Pinkie leaned forward to lick the syrup from her midsection. Pinkie wasn’t the sort to leave a debt unpaid, and so she returned the favor by latching her lips onto Rainbow’s firm nipple, sucking the sticky syrup from her tiny, but no less desirable, tits. Pinkie even teased Dash with her teeth, gently nibbling the athlete’s tender flesh. As she worked her tongue and teeth, Pinkie’s hips also went into action. She pistoned herself forward into Dash’s cunt, slowly at first but picking up speed with each motion. Pinkie switched from the left nipple to the right, licking a path across Dash’s narrow chest and hungrily lapping up the syrup from her skin.

The table rocked beneath the pair, each creak of wood accompanied by a sharp, gasping moan from Dash and a low, rumbling grunt from Pinkie. From Dash’s tit, Pinkie dragged her tongue up, licking up the syrup that had dripped down from Rainbow’s collar before bringing their lips together. Their tongues explored one another, swapping sweet, sticky spit from one to the other. Dash’s hands wandered up to Pinkie’s breasts, squeezing and squishing the delightfully soft tits between her fingers. Her legs wrapped around Pinkie’s middle, her body reacting with very little conscious input on her part. She didn’t care about the bet or her pride. All Dash was concerned with at that moment was keeping Pinkie near, keep her pounding her pussy to pieces.

Pinkie pulled away from Dash, a thin string of sticky saliva connecting the two by the lip, and proceeded to make it absolutely clear that she had no intention of leaving Dash’s cunt un-pounded; She pressed herself down against Rainbow, rubbing their sensitive nipples together as she gripped the athlete firmly. Dash only had a second to catch Pinkie’s sly wink before she was blinded by a sharp spike of pleasure from Pinkie shooting her hips forward, faster and harder than she had before. The table went from rocking under the pair’s movements to nearly tipping over from just how relentlessly Pinkie fucked her friend. Dash’s tight pussy twitched and convulsed, her hips jerking forward of their own accord to get more and more of Pinkie’s shaft into her as possible.

Dash grabbed Pinkie around the middle, digging her fingernails into Pinkie’s soft skin and forcing them closer together, driving Pinkie deeper into her. She was being hit in spots that hadn’t ever been touched, and arcs of pure pleasure slammed throughout her body with each and every sharp buck of Pinkie’s hips into her. Dash could feel it in every bit of her, from head to toe, the shivering, blinding bliss that came and went with every thrust and gyration. She twitched and spasmed, biting her lip and digging her nails deeper into Pinkie’s flesh as she finally tipped over the edge.

The shrill, shrieking squeal of Rainbow’s orgasm just urged Pinkie on even harder, encouraging her to plow into Dash’s cunt with intent of breaking her apart. Her fat, heavy balls swung as she thrust, colliding with Dash’s toned ass with sharp, wet, fleshy slaps. Despite her vigor, the way Rainbow’s already tight, hot body clenched even tighter around Pinkie’s shaft made it impossible to contain herself much longer; With a grunt of exertion, Pinkie slammed herself as deep into Dash as she could, burying herself balls-deep as she came.

“Fuuuuuuuuck…” Pinkie’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as her cock pulsed inside of her friend. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded Rainbow, her tight, quivering pussy milking Pinkie for every last drop. Her cum didn’t seem to have a limit, each spurt feeling thicker and hotter than the last, until Dash was stuffed from more than just waffles. Pinkie let out a sigh of contentment as her supply finally ran dry, but not before giving Dash a not insignificant swell to her belly from the cum that filled her. Pinkie’s seed couldn’t even be contained wholly by Dash’s womb, with a few healthy splatters painting Dash’s thighs.

“Ooh, this is gonna make a mess…” Pinkie looked around for something to catch the cum that would surely rush from between Dash’s legs, her eyes finally landing on Rainbow’s forgotten, half-drunk (and miraculously unspilled) mug of coffee. Pinkie grabbed the mug and put it beneath where she and Dash met; True to her prediction, when Pinkie finally pulled her cock free, there was a rather large spillage, both from Rainbow’s abused hole as well as the last few spurts of Pinkie’s load from her cock. The cup caught most of it, the thick cum turning Dash’s drink from black as onyx to a creamy, off-beige color. Naturally, some cum still dribbled onto the floor, not to mention the splatters on the tablecloth, but nothing Pinkie couldn’t get up with some paper towel.

“There we go. No muss, no fuss, no coconuts.” Pinkie boosted herself up onto the table, spreading her legs to let her cock breathe as she and Rainbow recovered. “You were done with your coffee, right?”

“N-no…” Rainbow trembled as she propped herself up on her elbows, an almost delirious grin spread across her features.

“Oh. My bad. I’ll make you a new—”

Before Pinkie could get the words out, Rainbow snatched the mug away and brought it to her lips. She essentially chugged it, as the coffee had been sitting out for a while and the warmest thing in the mug was Pinkie’s cum, before setting the cup down. She let out a contented sigh, breaking the string of cum that connected her to the mug with a finger, much to Pinkie’s amusement.

“Hot. Wanna go again?” asked Pinkie, a devious excitement in her voice. “Look at how good it was on a table, imagine what we can do in a nice comfy bed!”

“I kinda liked the table. I’ve never been fucked by my breakfast before,” chuckled Dash. “But sure. Just… Give me a few. I need to regain feeling in my… Everything, really.”

“Ooh, that reminds me, I’m cooking dinner tonight. I need your help.”

“I know fuck all about cooking, Pinkie. You know that.”

“You’re not cooking. This time, you get to be the plate.” Pinkie grinned as Dash rolled her eyes. “Hey, eating good food off of your super sexy roommate looked like fun! I wanna try!” Dash was still trying to hide her amusement, so Pinkie saw fit to sweeten the deal. “You be my plate tonight and I’ll forget about you paying my half.”

“Are you gonna fuck me while you eat?” asked Rainbow.

“Uh, doy,” said Pinkie. Her grin spread into a full ear-to-ear smile when Dash grabbed the syrup and began to slowly pour another stream of delicious amber liquid along her torso.

“Hope you brought your appetite.”