Wind Sprint stared into the box.
Mom and Quibble were out for the night on a ‘date night’. That was fine, she was a big filly and could look after herself. They’d left her money to order some pizza for dinner. The place Quibble had suggested, Pizza the Pie, even had a ‘pizza pony special’ going on that she could easily afford. So she’d ordered the smallest size, which turned out to be ‘filly’ size, and waited. Lugging the oddly cube-shaped box inside and up onto the dinner table had proven to be a surprising challenge due to its unexpected weight. Wasn’t this the smallest pizza they had? But even putting that aside, she had been ready to eat, up until the moment she opened the box.
She…hadn’t expected the special to be this literal. She’d expected a pizza in the shape of a pony, not a filly who looked like she was made of pizza.
“What are you?” she asked, even though she strongly suspected she knew the answer. Maybe she just had to hear it from the target in question.
“It’s who are you?” corrected the filly sitting inside the box. “And I’m Mozzarella Orgy! You can just call me Mozzy or Mozz if you want, though. Who are you?”
“I’m Wind Sprint. Am…” Wind Sprint swallowed, before carefully side-eyeing the pizza-maned companion sitting pretty before her. “Am I…supposed to…”
“Eat me? I’m what you ordered, right?” The air now smelled delectably of gooey cheese and pepperoni. Mozzy smiled at Wind Sprint, who did her best not to drool over the scents slowly invading her nostrils. This wasn’t real, right? She was dreaming. Confidently, the young pegasus pinched herself. Ow. Either she’d learned how to feel pain in dreams, or…this was real.
“Hang on. Is this 231 Haybale Road?” Mozz asked, looking around her as if she’d suddenly see a street sign appear. “Maybe I’m at the wrong place…”
Wind nodded. She knew her address backwards and forwards, ready to use it if she ever got lost. “Yes, it is. I did order you I guess, but I…I don’t know if I can eat something that talks,” Wind Sprint finally managed to blurt out, pushing her chair away from the table. “It, uh…just seems wrong.” She couldn’t quite say why exactly; all she knew was that more parts of her were hesitant than hungry.
“Oh, nonsense, Windy. I love being eaten! It feels sooo good!” the pizza pony chirped, leaning forward out of the box. “C’mon, just start with my mane. That’s just eating my hair. I won’t feel much if it makes you feel better!”
It…kind of did. And as her stomach rumbled loudly, Wind Sprint remembered that she was hungry. Food that begged you to eat it was…kind of creepy. But eating the equivalent of hair? Maybe that was fine. Especially because this pizza pony was really pushing it. She just had one more question, though:
“So, what happens after I…y’know, take a bite?”
“I taste good in your mouth!” Mozz exclaimed, before tapping a hoof to her chin. Her skin seemed oddly soft, Wind Sprint noted. “Of course, whatever you eat off me grows back in a day or so, as long as you don’t eat my head. Everything else is up for grabs!”
That was certainly interesting news. At least she could be reasonably assured that she wasn’t hurting this pony permanently. And besides, her stomach was grumbling even more now. The smell of cheese was too strong to resist. Almost sweating, Wind Sprint leaned forward, and took her first bite out of Mozzy’s mane.
“Woah…thish ish…good,” she mumbled around the bite in her mouth. It was nice and hot, just shy of burning her tongue, and almost twice as delectable as it looked. It was missing the foundation of the crust and sauce, but the famished filly hardly minded; before she knew it, she’d reached out for a second bite, and scooted the chair closer to the table.
Mozzy just giggled, giving little comments of encouragement like “eat up!” and “there’s more where that came from” between each savory bite. Only once Wind Sprint had finished eating basically all of her mane that protruded in front of her face did Mozzy finally put things to a halt with a solid hoof in the middle of the pegasus’ muzzle. “Hang on now! What do you say we add a few flavors to your meal?”
Wind Sprint looked Mozz in the eyes for the first time in a while and blushed, embarrassed by how much her hunger had taken over. “Oh, uh, sure…?” she half-asked. Her stomach was still grumbling a bit, but at least less now that she’d dug in. Nothing could prepare her for what Mozzy did after she wiped her mouth, though.
The pizza pony smirked, before leaning in and planting a kiss directly on her half-open lips.
Wind Sprint’s eyes widened as she felt Mozzy’s tongue dive into her mouth; her companion’s eyelids stayed lowered and husky. She could taste something strong, something smooth as she was caught up in the moment, reflexively moving her tongue around to get a sense for it. Was that…garlic butter? Wait, more importantly, why was her dinner kissing her?!
It took a while to fight the heat in both her face and mouth, but Wind eventually managed to break away, leaving behind a trail of buttery saliva to mark the sudden change in dynamic. “What the…why…?”
“Cuz you’re cute, Windy.” Mozzy chuckled to herself as she stepped fully out of her box and lay flat across the table in front of the young pegasus. “Who says dinner can’t be fun as well as delicious? And besides, that was just one of many flavors I can offer. Do you want more, or something else?~”
“I…” Wind couldn’t find the right words. She was hungry enough to say yes, but still unsure if she wanted to take things further. ‘Bonding’ with dad was one thing…this was something entirely different. And weird. But she’d be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed that kiss in some weird hunger-fueled way. And, on the other hoof, when would she ever get the chance to play with her food and not have it be considered impolite? This filly was offering some pretty good things.
That knowledge seemed to settle it in her mind. She was home alone, master of her own destiny. And tonight, she was destined to enjoy her filly-shaped pizza friend-turned-lover. It’d make for a great playground story if nothing else.
With her mind finally made up, Wind Sprint leaned forward and planted a kiss on the other filly’s cheek. She tasted a hint of solid mozzarella, kind of like a cheese stick. “I want more.”
“Then take what you want, Windy…I’m ready for it~”
The little pizza filly punctuated this by lying down on her back, exposing herself entirely to Wind Sprint’s whims. She was beautiful, at least as much as food could be; a gentle shine rested upon her solid-cheese body, and the cheese in her mane and tail was still steaming hot. And what was more, Wind noticed that Mozzy had…well, filly parts, just like any other filly. Quibble always said that she tasted of raspberries…she wondered how this filly would taste down there. But that was definitely something for later. They had to start slow so she could truly enjoy her meal to the fullest extent possible.
Wind fluttered onto the table, looming over Mozz uncertainly. She eventually made a decision, and swept forward a cheesy lock of mane. Not long after she took a bite, she leaned in for another kiss, salivating just at the thought of the added flavor she was about to experience. Mozzy was at the top of her game and reciprocated easily, moaning gently as Wind Sprint now returned the kiss, passing the same piece of cheese-mane back and forth between them. When the garlic-butter blend of Mozzy’s saliva had saturated her bite entirely, Wind Sprint finally swallowed, panting as she got her breath back from the longer, hotter, mutual kiss.
Mozz just gazed up at Wind as she recovered, before licking her lips. “Man, I taste delicious. Am I right or am I right?”
“Heh, you’re right,” Wind Sprint mumbled, turning her eyes somewhere else. Experimentally, she took a slow, but not insignificant bite out of Mozzy’s hoof. It did taste like a cheese stick, but somehow different. It was somewhat warmer and stickier. It was good enough on its own, but missing something…maybe some pepperoni. Mozzy silently wiggled as Wind dug out another lock of mane and ate it too, mixing the flavors in her mouth and lowly moaning deep in her throat. This was the best pizza she’d ever had…and she hadn’t even gotten to the crust! If there was any. Honestly, she was just enjoying what she had.
Mozzy seemed to be enjoying herself too; the next bite that Wind took from her hoof elicited a high-pitched squeak, followed by a blush and the pizza filly whispering “harder” into her ear. Wind Sprint didn’t need to be told twice; she immediately took another bite, this one fiercer than the last. Mozzy seemed happy with this development judging by the happy purr she let out as their lips met for another garlicky kiss.
After a minute or so, the filly pulled away from her food, panting. This experience was making her feel things…things she only felt when alone with Quibble. She was already wet down there, and Mozz surely knew. She found this out when the food filly raised one of her hind legs and pressed it against her special place, sending a pleasurable twinge up her back and out her mouth as a breathy moan.
“Oh no, there’s a little sauce on the table~” Mozzy sing-sung, smiling as she gently rubbed their noses together. Wind Sprint balked as she realized she hadn’t even tasted any sauce yet…how had she made a mess with something she hadn’t eaten yet? But a quick glance behind her revealed a few tiny dollops of pizza sauce on the table leading right to Mozzy’s own filly bits.
Oh. It seemed she felt the same way.
“Things are getting saucy here!”
Mozz snorted and giggled at her pun, but all Wind Sprint could do was nod as she slowly slid herself back into her chair. This was surely a dream. A filly made of pizza whose wet naughty stuff was sauce? Total dream material. But while she was here…why couldn’t she enjoy it? She didn’t feel hungry anymore, but still had plenty of room to indulge her guest/dinner. Mozzy seemed to sense this as she scooped up the sauce in her non-bitten hoof and offered it to the young pegasus. “Here, try some!”
Wind quickly found one of her hooves drifting down to her special place and gently kneading herself there. She moaned quietly as she looked up at her partner, shaking her head. “N-nuh uh. I want it from the source.”
“Ooh, spicy! I like you, Windy!” Mozzy sat up and scooted to the edge of the table, spreading her hind legs wide open. “Go ahead, go wild! The more you lick, the more sauce you’ll get~”
Wind Sprint nodded. She’d only eaten mom out once before, during a rough estrus that struck when Quibble was out of town. But that one time had taught her enough to know what to do with the delectable fillyhood before her…and the dangling cheesy tail, too.
Her first bite of tail was just like the mane at first. But when she carefully pushed the bite to the side and began licking the pizza filly’s oddly doughy inner walls, her face turned into an oven as dollops of sauce began flowing into her mouth. Mozzy’s pepperoni-and-cheese mane was great by itself, but when it was mixed with both the marinara that the filly produced as well as the waves of pleasure from her masturbation, it was downright heavenly to experience. Even Mozz seemed to agree; she soon found her vision obscured entirely by solid mozzarella as her lover’s thighs smooshed against the side of her head. “Oh yes, keep eating me! In both ways! You’re so good!”
“And so are you,” Wind panted when she finally found space to swallow and breathe freely. Her muzzle was coated in marinara now, as was the floor. Cleanup hardly seemed to matter. All she wanted to do was grab another bite and dive right back in…so she did, making sure to give her partner’s little clit a lick whenever it showed itself. She was drifting closer to climax with every lick, and so was Mozzy. Wind Sprint soon felt a hoof grasp her mane and pull her in, sending her face even deeper into her fellow foal’s fillyhood. The sauce was getting warmer and warmer, almost in tandem with her own body. She shuddered as the waves of bodily pleasure and fantastic food met, creating only more urges to eat, lick, and stroke. Why didn’t mom and dad get pizza from this place more often? This was the best she’d ever had!
Wind was content for the next few minutes doing exactly what she was. She could feel Mozzy’s legs twitching against her ears, as well as the heat coming from her folds. She didn’t know what was more soaked between her hoof and her muzzle, but she didn’t particularly care either. All she wanted to do was rock back and forth over her hoof and keep sampling the complete pizza experience. Her effort paid off in time; she felt herself about to explode as Mozzy blurted out her first words in minutes: “O-oh boy…I’m gonna…!”
There was no holding it in. With one last deep breath through her nostrils, Wind jammed her muzzle as far as it would go into the whole saucy realm of Mozz’s delicates, and licked up as much as she could of the now-freely-flowing sauce. Her hoof moved faster and faster, her thighs squeezing tightly together, until:
“Mmmmmmph!!”
She came hard, trembling as she finally reached her climax. Mozzy wasn’t far behind, yelling “Yes, yes, yessss!” as the red sauce began to overflow around Wind’s muzzle onto the floor. Some of it squirted far enough to land on the young pegasus’ quivering wings and shaky hooves, but the filly was lost in absolute bliss. Dream or not, this was totally worth it. A symphony of cheese, pepperoni, and marinara danced around her tongue as she finally pulled her way free. She alternated between gasping and moaning, beginning to wind down. Her hooves were soaked, all four of them, with varying degrees of sauce and naughty juice that she’d produced. The furnace behind her face finally began to fade as she got enough oxygen, though a small kindling still remained even long after she caught her breath; sex stuff always made her blush.
“Whoo! What a ride!” Mozzy’s eyes sparkled as she gazed down at Wind, her now-mottled tail beginning to swish back and forth as she reacclimated to reality. “Are you as full as I am?”
“W-wait…” Wind Sprint squinted up at Mozzy. “As full as you? But…you didn’t eat me…”
“Well, duh! You eat pizza, not the other way around.” Mozzy teased Wind’s muzzle with one of her hind legs before beginning to idly kick them away from the table as she spoke. “But as a food pony, being eaten fills me up. Just like you need to eat, I need to be eaten! I don’t die or anything if I’m not, but what feels a lot like hunger builds up…at least, so I’m told.”
Wind blinked. Huh. She’d never heard of a food pony before, so this was all news. They were probably rare or something. Still, why would a pizza place just sell one to ponies? Wasn’t that slavery or something? She asked as much, but Mozzy just laughed yet again. It was quite melodious to hear though, so she didn’t mind it. “It’s my job and my favorite thing to do! Oh uh, by the way, I deliver myself back to the store. Don’t worry about walking me back or anything.”
Wind Sprint nodded, and the room grew silent at last, save for the occasional dripping of a bit of sauce. Mozzy whistled a long whistle, before looking at Wind and grinning devilishly. “Saaaaay…you’re a nice filly. You probably like dessert. Want some?”
The young pegasus blinked as she looked up from preening her wings, cleaning the sauce off them. “Did you bring any?”
“I am the dessert!”
Wind Sprint shook her head. “No thank you, then. I…I really enjoyed this but I think I’ve had enough pizza for tonight. I don’t wanna overeat.”
“Well, okay…part of me is the dessert. One part you haven’t licked yet.”
Wind Sprint blinked in confusion. Mozz obliged and lowered her pockmarked hoof past her messy, saucy bits until it pointed at her tailhole. Wind blushed a bit deeper, before asking “Do you, uh…clean there often?”
“No need! I don’t eat stuff, so it doesn’t come outta there either!” Mozzy chirped, wiping a little bit of sauce away from the opening. “It’s all flavor. Go on, give it a little lick or bite. I know every foal has an extra dessert stomach, don’t hold out on me~”
She wasn’t wrong on that last bit; she did often find extra room for dessert after a good enough dinner. And hey, she’d already painted the floor red…what was wrong with a little dessert? Wind Sprint made sure her mouth was clear of cheese and sauce before she stuck her tongue out, and moved in on her target. It was difficult to get past the ring of muscle at first, but during her efforts to force her tongue in, she tasted a hint of cinnamon. When she succeeded, the hint turned into an entire answer of cinnamon; it felt exactly like she was licking a cinnamon twist, even down to the crispiness of one. Experimentally, Wind opened her mouth and bit at the rim of Mozzy’s tailhole. She came away with a bit of cheese by accident, but also a whole bunch of crunchy cinnamon!
“Mmm…” she groaned, taking another bite of what now seemed to be just a solid tunnel of crispy cinnamon. The crunch was satisfying, and it was warm in her mouth. The only thing that could make it better was icing…but there was none of that. Embarrassed slightly to be asking her dinner-turned-dessert questions, Wind Sprint looked up and mumbled “Do you, uhm, have…icing?”
“Ooh! One sec!” Mozz squinted hard, bearing down with force on an unknown goal. Eventually, Wind was amazed to see a river of icing moving like so much congealing lava down the cinnamon tube. “It isn’t much but there! I think I’m due for a refill…”
“Heh, thanks.” The young filly returned to her meal, now savoring the intermingling sugar rushes. And it was all so fresh! It almost made her want to get all revved up again, but…she was too tired for that. In fact, it was quite late. She felt a bit tired after eating as much as she had. Maybe she would be better off in bed.
But before she could so much as thank Mozzy for everything and go to bed…
…she heard the front door open.
“We’re home!” called Quibble Pants, smiling towards Clear Sky, who walked in beside him. Wind Sprint felt frozen with fear…she’d made sucha mess, and hadn’t cleaned any of it up. Would mom be mad? Would Quibble ban her from having pizza for the month? She didn’t know. Even despite her mind screaming at her to hide, she knew that Mozzy probably wouldn’t hide anything that’d happened. So she stayed frozen in her chair until Quibble finally turned away from his wife, and started towards the kitchen.
It only took one step before he saw everything. “Uhhh…” His eyes darted back and forth, analyzing the situation. Eventually, he looked towards his daughter, and tilted his head. “Hey kiddo…did you order the special?”
So he knew about it? “I…I had enough bits…”
“That’s fine, but…maybe next time stick with a regular pizza, alright?”
Wind Sprint nodded, blushing as she wiped some sauce off her face. Mom just sighed, before walking to her side, wearing an exhausted smile the whole while.
“Food ponies are fun dear, but next time, be prepared and cover the floor in newspaper where you plan to do your thing, okay?”
The young pegasus blinked as Clear Sky wiped off more marinara from her face. “We’ll order one next week if you’re extra good, and we can share them then, alright?”
“Are you gonna order me again? Windy was awesome!” Mozzy chimed in, beaming at the new arrivals like nothing unusual had happened at all. Judging by her parents’ reactions, apparently this was…normal? Did they know Mozzy already? How had they managed to hide such a delicacy from her? So many questions, yet none of them seemed to want to leave her mouth.
“Sure,” Quibble chimed in, rustling through their drawers for a washcloth. “It’ll be some good old family fun.”
“And seeing as all you dirtied while we were gone was yourself and the dining room floor…you’re not in trouble, dear.” Clear Sky said, before wrinkling her nose a bit. “That said…you’re having a bath tonight, no questions asked. Okay?”
“Y-yeah…” Wind Sprint heaved a heavy sigh, trembling as she felt the adrenaline leaving her, making her even more tired. A bath and then bed sounded great. But even as Wind slid down from her chair, Mozzy couldn’t resist making yet another quip:
“You know where to find me if you want another pizza me!~”
Quibble chuckled. “That’s enough, Miss Mozzarella. Even dough you’re sweet, we need to get our daughter to bed.”
So they did know her! Wind Sprint’s eyes seemed unusually heavy, but she still managed to roll her eyes at the pun. She’d probably save her questions for tomorrow, when she was less tired.
Mozzy pouted a little, but nodded. “Okaaay…I’ll head back to Pizza the Pie. It was a pleasure, though! See ya next week!”
And with that, the pizza filly grabbed her odd cubic box and headed for the door, humming a little tune as bits of sauce, icing, and cheese dropped behind her. She struggled to reach the doorknob, but got it on her second jump up. The last Wind saw of her was a wink directed directly at her before the door closed, and she was left alone with her parents.
“Mozzy is nice,” Clear Sky observed, before gazing down at the slight extra bit of mess the pizza filly had made during her departure. “Messy…but nice.”
“We were gonna tell you about her, sport,” Quibble interjected, patting his daughter’s mane. “But we were waiting until your next birthday. The extra bits I gave you were for emergencies, not for the special.”
“Oh.” Not everything was obvious now, but at least she knew a bit more. Honestly, she craved sleep much more than answers at this point. Except for maybe one answer. “Hey, Dad…?”
“Yes, sweetie?” It wasn’t often that she called Quibble dad, but she knew that when she did, she always had his full attention…which was exactly what she wanted.
“Are there other food ponies too?” Surely a pizza pony wasn’t the only kind, right?
“Erm…y-yes,” Quibble stammered, smiling uneasily at her. “Let’s just take this one step at a time though, okay? They’re best saved for special occasions.”
“Alright…time for my bath then.” Wind stated, flicking her tail as she headed towards the bathroom. “I definitely knead it.”
Ugh. Now she was doing it.
Sleep couldn’t come fast enough.
