Twilet

Tuesday’s tend to be hectic at Twilight’s Castle. More often than not there’s some new friendship issue that comes knocking at Twilight’s door. It’s a game of Stalliongrad Roulette as to who’s getting called away on the mission and by Discord’s dice, Twilight and Rainbow Dash were the two ponies it called. With Starlight also busy for the day, the castle is empty. I don’t mind being on my own, but I do miss having Twilight around to use. This does however, give me a chance to work on an idea that I’ve been toying with for a while. Since my morning patrol is done, I make my way into the kitchen and get started. After setting the oven to preheat, I grab flour, sugar and baking soda from the pantry. I take salt and vanilla extract from the seasoning cabinet. Finally, I pull out butter, milk and eggs from the refrigerator.

With all the ingredients ready, I fetch the bowls and two round cake pans. I start by whisking together the dry ingredients in one bowl. Once they’re thoroughly mixed, I add in the butter and mix more until it gains a grainy texture. Now it’s ready for the milk and vanilla, which I add in slowly as I mix it. After about a minute it’s ready for the eggs, which I add one at a time while mixing slowly. At this point it’s ready for the special ingredient, I float the other bowl I grabbed up behind me and lift my tail out of the way. With a grunt I push a firm horseapple out into the bowl, quickly following it up with a second and then third. Now that I have my special ingredient, I get to work on combining it. I start by mashing them up into a paste so that it's easier to incorporate the horseapples into the batter.

When I’ve properly mashed my shit into a paste, I use a spatula to scoop it into the bowl with the batter. From there I mix until the consistency is roughly what it should be, and then pour it into the cake pans. I make sure to tap them on the counter a couple times to help settle the batter before loading them into the oven. While it bakes I clean up my mess, washing the bowls and utensils as well as putting away everything but the butter. Once the dishes are in the drying rack, I pull out a cooling rack and powdered sugar for the frosting. Looking in the oven, the cake looks to be baking nicely, but it’s still too soon to check.

After about ten minutes I poke a toothpick into each cake, and they come back coated, telling me I need to give it more time. Tossing the toothpicks into the trash, I leave the kitchen and head to the library to pick up a book. I look over Twilight's adult section for a book that sounds interesting, and grab an illustrated copy of One Thousand and One Orgasms, a parody of a Saddle Arabian story. I take the book back to the kitchen to grab a measuring cup, and set both on the table in the dining room. Judging by the clock I spent a good ten minutes retrieving the book, so I can check the cakes again. Both cakes are coming along nicely, which means I need to get started on the frosting.

I take a seat at the dining table and use my magic to start fondling my balls while I begin reading the book. My cock starts to harden quite quickly as I look at the illustrations so I move my hoof down and begin to jerk off. I stroke myself while looking through the book, amazed at the skill of the artist who did these images. I pause and take a minute when I get close to cuming, taking a few deep breaths before starting again slowly. I work my way back up to a quicker pace over the next couple of minutes. As I near my climax I grab the measuring cup and hold it near the tip of my cock as it flares. With a low moan I cum, working my dick quickly as rope after rope of jizz shoots from the tip. It takes a good twenty seconds for my balls to empty, and when I pull the measuring cup up, it's three quarters full. Panting, I set the cup on the table, and lean back in my seat to catch my breath.

A couple minutes of rest and deep breaths, and I'm ready to get back to work. I carry the measuring cup of seed into the kitchen and get started on making the frosting. I grab out a large bowl, a clean measuring cup for the sugar and a set of measuring spoons. I pour nine cups of sugar and one cup of butter into the bowl, and I start mixing them together. Once they're well mixed, I add in four and a half teaspoons of vanilla and three tablespoons of cum, and mix that as well. It takes a good minute to get it to start to smooth out, but it's not quite there so I add more cum to the mix, half a teaspoon at a time until it has the right consistency for frosting. I use a toothpick to get a taste and it tastes right, sweet with a little hint of salt. I'm glad I got Pinkie to teach me how to make this, and I'm definitely going to have to give her the extra.

I cover the bowl and set it aside so I can check on the cakes. This time when I stick a toothpick into them there's only a few crumbs sticking to them, which means they're done. I float them out of the oven and flip them over on the cooling rack, each cake coming out of it's pan with ease. I set the pans in the sink and let the surprisingly good smelling cakes cool. While letting them cool, I turn off the oven and put away the dry dishes, before checking on the cakes, which are still too warm to frost. As I wait I put away the ingredients from making the frosting and, start washing the cake pans and measuring cups.

By the time I'm done with the dishes, the cakes are cool enough to be frosted. I levitate the first layer onto a cake stand and begin frosting it like Pinkie taught me. Once the top of the first layer is frosted, I place the second layer down and begin frosting the sides of the cake. I've coated the cake with a generous amount of frosting by the time I'm done and it looks glorious. I place a plastic dome over it and tape a card to the front that reads "For Twilet Only."

Now that I'm done, I pull out a sealable container and scoop the rest of the butter cum frosting into it. After a quick bit of cleanup, I make my way over to Sugarcube Corner. It’s a bit busy since it’s getting close to lunch time, but Mrs. Cake is happy to point me in the right direction. Pinkie’s in the kitchen baking up a storm, and singing about cupcake mountains. I can’t help but to bob my head and hum along with her song. She spins around and pulls me into a hug, before letting go and spinning around to finish pouring batter into the cupcake tin. The three filled tins go into the oven to bake and she spins back around, to give me another hug.

“I brought you something, Pinkie.” I say as I return her hug.

“Ooh, What is it?” Pinkie asks as she let’s go of me and hops in place.

“Butter Cum Frosting,” I tell her as I hoof over the container I brought with me. Pinkie snatches it out of my magic and spins around holding it.

“Thanks Silver,” She says and kisses me on the cheek, “I appreciate you bringing me this. Most stallions in Ponyville won’t help me make it anymore.”

“It’s their loss.” I say with a smile. “You can always count on me for it. It’s what I didn’t use when making that cake for Twilight.”

“Oh, the cake!” Pinkie exclaims as she puts the frosting into the fridge with a label on it. “How’d it go?”

“It wasn’t hard to make it, I followed all of your steps for testing them and everything looks to have come out perfect. I just need to see what Twilight thinks when she comes home.” I reply as I help clean up some of the mess from Pinkie’s backing storm. “Those cupcakes, the last batch you need to make for lunch?”

“Mhmm, once they’re done they’ll need to cool and be frosted.” Pinkie says as she uses her tail to manipulate the dish rag she’s using to dry the dishes I’m handing her.

“Need any help with anything else?” I ask as I pass her a clean bowl. "With Twi off on a mission with Rainbow, there's not much for me to do back at the castle."

"Yepirone, after the cupcakes are frosted though." Pinkie replies as she puts away the clean dishes. As she puts away the last bowl, the timer on the rings and she quickly pulls out the trays of cupcakes. We have to let them cool, but they smell delicious. Pinkie gives them a few minutes to cool and pulls the cum frosting out of the fridge. In a flash Pinkie has frosted the cup cakes with the cum frosting and put the remaining frosting in the fridge. Next thing I know, she's dragging me up stairs and into her room.

I feel a bit dizzy from how quickly she managed to drag me up here but that evaporates as I feel a tongue on my balls. Pinkie's lying on the floor between my legs and licking my balls. My cock quickly drops from my sheath, hard as a rock. In one go, she pulls back and deepthroats my shaft like a champ. Pinks bobs her head back and forth for a minute before pulling off and scooting out from under me. She flips around and lifts her tail, shaking her butt at me. I quickly hop on and drive my dick into her wet marehood with a squelch.

I quickly start pounding away, making Pinkie moan as I piston my shaft into her. My medial ring runs over her g-spot just right and she barely muffles her scream as she cums. Her walls clamp down on my dick and her marecum squirts out around my shaft, soaking my crotch and balls. I pause to let her recover and then pull all the way out before pressing into her ass. We moan together as I hilt myself in her ass. Her ass is squeezing my cock tightly as I start to thrust, and groan into the back of her neck. I pick up the pace and drive myself into her with quick, powerful thrusts while she rocks her hips back. Between having her cum on my cock and the tightness of her ass, I'm already close.

"I'm close Pinkie, where do you want it?" I grunt as I slow to a stop, my cock buried deep in her ass.

"My mouth!" She exclaims, "I want a creamy treat."

I pull out of her ass slowly, enjoying the feeling of her butt squeezing me as I do. Once I'm out, and I've dismounted Pinkie, she spins around to slip under me. Her lips wrap around my head and she starts sucking me off. I feel myself flare quickly and moan as I start filling her mouth with cum. I hump her face a little as I unload shot after shot of seed down her throat while she hums happily. After a good thirty seconds, my orgasm stops and Pinkie pulls back. She slips out from under me and climbs up on her bed, lays down and rolls onto her back.

"Come use me like you would Twi." Pinkie says with a giggle.

"Are you sure?" I ask, blinking in surprise.

"Uh-hu, now come and piss on me. The audience demands it." She says as she smiles at me.

I look around for this audience she's talking about but chock it up to Pinkie being Pinkie. I walk over to the bed and clamber up onto it, stepping so I can look down at her as I use her. I concentrate and squeeze my muscles for a few moments before I start to piss on her. The stream splatters onto her chest, darkening her pink fur. I use my magic to aim it up at her face, getting her mane and forehead before trailing it down to her open mouth. I fill her mouth for a good couple seconds before trailing it back down to her chest, soaking her fur along the way until my bladder runs dry.

"Thanks Silver, that was fun." Pinkie says after she swallows the piss in her mouth and licks her lips. "You should come see me next time Twi's away, unless of course you can get Starlight to drink your piss."

"I'm not sure Starlight will ever agree, but thanks Pink. I appreciate that." I chuckle as I hop off the bed. "As much as I would like to stay, I still have my noon patrol to do.”

“Have fun!” Pinkie says as she rolls off the bed.

As I’m leaving, I see that her coat looks as dry as it did before we started. I shake my head and smile as I leave her room, making my way downstairs to the bakery to buy something before I leave. After picking up a nice fresh blueberry muffin, I make my way back to the castle to start my patrol, munching on the muffin as I make my loop.

~ooo~

The afternoon passes slowly into the evening before Twilight returns. I’m busy cooking up dinner when she comes into the kitchen. I can tell she’s tired, so I motion for her to sit down at the diner table while I finish cooking. I stir the sauce again and then check on the ravioli which is coming along nicely. I let the food continue to cook on the stove as I pull out a couple of bowls, small plates and glasses from the cabinets. I can smell the garlic bread which means it’s close to being ready. I turn off the oven but don’t take it out, the ambient heat will finish the job while I get the rest of the food ready. I pull out two forks and set them in the bowls, before taking the glasses over to the panty. I open up a special compartment and turn the tap on a cider barrel, filling the glasses with Sweet Apple Reserve. Once they’re filled I turn the tap off and close the compartment, heading back out to the kitchen.

Checking the ravioli, I find that they are ready to go and begin dishing them up. Once the pasta is in the bowls, I add the sauce over top and then pull the garlic bread from the oven. Plating the bread takes little effort, and a couple moments later I’m carrying it to the table. Once I’ve set the food down at the table and taken a seat, Twilight takes a long drink of her cider, downing a good third of the glass before she sets it down.

“That kind of a mission?” I ask before taking a bite of my ravioli.

“Yeah,” Twilight says before taking a bit of her own ravioli and then tearing off some garlic bread to dunk in her sauce. Once she swallows her mouthful of garlic bread she speaks up again, “It’s always difficult dealing with Dash or the other Wonderbolts. They’re much better at flying than I am, and as much as I wish I could keep up with them, I just can’t.”

“You don’t need to Twi,” I say as I use my magic to caress her cheek, “You’re good just the way you are. When you need to, you can fly fast enough, so what if you can’t keep up with professional athletes? You’re a princess, your job is to rule and be a protector of Equestria, not race the Wonderbolts.”

“You’re right,” She replies before eating more of her ravioli. “I just need to focus on my skill set and not worry about what I can’t do.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I can’t keep up with them either.” I say with a wry smile and flex my back a bit, “See! I can’t even get off the ground at all.”

Twilight laughs heartily as I use my magic to ‘try’ to lift myself up, and drop the magic aura with fake panting and huffing. That makes Twilight laugh even harder to the point where she has to wipe away the tears she has in her eyes. I smile at her as she calms down and takes a sip of her cider.

“Thanks Silver, I needed that laugh.” Twi says as she sets her glass back down.

“Sure thing Twi.” I say before taking a sip of my cider. “I also baked you a special desert earlier today.”

“Oh?” She pauses in spearing one of her ravioli.

“It’s a surprise, so I’ll bring it when I take the dishes back to the sink.” I tell her and take another bite of my diner.

“Okay.” Twilight nods and we finish our meal. I’m quite happy with the ravioli choice, the spinach in them was a nice touch. I clear the table and return with a dessert fork, a plate, a cake knife and the covered cake. I set the covered cake on the table and lift the cover, revealing the cake in all its glory.

“You baked me a cake?” Twilight smiles at me as I set the plate and dessert fork in front of her.

“Yep, let me cut you a slice.” I say as I cut a slice of the cake and place it onto her plate.

“Thank you SIlver.” Twilight says as she lifts her fork and cuts into the cake slice. The cake must have cooked right, because the fork cuts right through it. She takes a bite and her eyes widen as she chews. “It’s really good.”

“Good. I’m glad I was able to make it and not have it end up horrid.” I say as I wipe my brow.

“So, what kind of cake is it?” Twilight asks before taking another bite.

“It’s a vanilla cake with horseapples mixed into the batter. The frosting is Pinkie Pie’s Butter Cum Frosting recipe, made with cum from yours truly.” I tell her and she looks down at the cake then back at me.

“Wow, I didn’t expect that. The cake itself is sweet with a hint of bitter and the frosting has a hint of salt, but otherwise doesn’t seem that different.” Twi says and goes back for another bite. “Thank you again, Silver. I will enjoy every bite of it.”

"You're welcome Twi." I smile at her and put the cover back on the cake and float it into the kitchen. We chat for a bit about the cake, how I made it and what other kinds of things could have shit added to it. After a bit though, Twilight lets out a yawn and I tell her to go get some rest. She agrees and heads to bed while I clean up the kitchen. I am tired too, and when I'm done I head to my own room to lay down and read myself to sleep.