Author's Note

And lastly, here's the talented LilSlipsy coming in and adding their own short story to the mix. Easily one of the hottest things done to a pancake I've seen in the past year.

Sweet Pancake (by LilSlipsy)

Rarity’s breakfasts were always such a delight; they were half the reason for waking up in the morning. But after her food was ready and Rarity was elsewhere in the house getting ready for the day, Sweetie had other things in mind.

It started with an idea that she just couldn’t shake as she looked at the perfectly round pancake on her plate; white and oh so fluffy on the inside, with a soft golden brown on the outside. Her lips were already wet as she picked it up with her magic and held it above her head, slowly lowering it down until her horn pierced through the center.

“Mmppph~” she softly let out, feeling the warm hug from the freshly cooked food wrap around and tingle her horn with electric excitement.

It was just like she imagined and more as she softly stroked her horn with the pancake. Her eyes squeezing together and then slowly rolled back as a wave of pleasure flowed into her forehead. A few crumbs fell from above and got stuck in her fur making a small mess, but that price was well worth it; besides, that’s what showers were for.

Her breaths were becoming deeper and slowly turning into hot pants the longer this went on. Even her seat was starting to get damp from the flower between her legs dripping its morning dew. It tingled just as much as her horn did, but she didn’t dare reach between her legs to temper it: that would be cheating.

Instead she squeezed her legs together, tighter and tighter as she stroked her sexually fulfilling breakfast above. With a wet and electric pop her magic surged and a burning warmth went through her horn as it pushed her off the edge. “Mmmmmm~!” she squealed out as her brain basked in the orgasmic bliss that flooded through her head, only coming down when her magic finally cut out.
She sat in her soaked chair, huffing as she stared at the empty plate.

With more effort than she cared to admit, she willed her arms to move and picked the pancake from her horn. She bit her lip and eyes twitched a little as she pulled it along her overly sensitive appendage, until it finally was plopped back down onto the plate.

She licked the end of her hoof to clean a hot sticky substance never tasted before, staring at the magical blend of white and sparkly pink lines that now covered her pancake. She licked her hoof again.

Her own kind of syrup tasted so very sweet.