The cheerful tinkle of the bell perched above the entrance to my quaint Donut shop heralded a new arrival, its merry jingle infusing the air with a sense of anticipation.
It wasn't long before the distinct, yet not unpleasant, scent of perspiration wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of sugary confections. This olfactory symphony reached me in the midst of a delightful exchange with an unfortunate patron in the cozy confines of my kitchen.
With a swift and courteous conclusion to our interaction, I made my way to the storefront, eager to welcome the newcomer.
As I emerged, my suspicions were confirmed. There stood my favorite Wonderbolt, his presence as commanding as ever, swathed in the legendary, form-fitting bodysuit that had become synonymous with his high-flying exploits. "A splendid afternoon to you, Soarin!" I greeted, my voice imbued with a tad more warmth than I was willing to reveal.
"Hey there, Donut Joe," he replied, his eyes twinkling with fondness. "I've longed for this—the intoxicating aroma of dough rising and browning, the visual feast of glazed and sprinkled masterpieces on display.."
“I missed you too, Soarin,” I confessed, the corners of my mouth sliding into a grin.
“It just makes my stomach rumble with anticipation.”
“Mmm, you also make my—” The customer from the kitchen rushed past us, holding her tail between hind legs with a forehoof.
“Cum again soon,” I waved her goodbye.
She yelped in response before leaving the bakery.
With a flourish of a hoof, Soarin gestured towards the laminated menu, his eyes alight with the day's craving. His charismatic grin was infectious, the kind that could easily brighten the dreariest of days. "Today, I think I'll indulge in a slice of your renowned apple pie," he declared, his voice carrying the easy confidence of a regular who knew the menu by heart.
I acknowledged his choice with a nod, feeling a familiar sense of pride swell within me, and down below as well. The apple pie wasn't just a menu item; it was a piece of culinary art, a testament to the craft I had honed over countless years of toiling in the kitchen. I slipped through the sturdy door that led to my sanctuary of spices and sugar.
As I gathered the ingredients, my mind wandered, not just to the task at hand, but to the possibilities that lay beyond the realm of pastries and pies. The thought was like a seed, planted in the fertile soil of my imagination, yearning to sprout into something more. And I could, indeed, feel something of mine sprouting underneath.
With meticulous care, I assembled the pie, ensuring that every slice was laden with the perfect balance of tart apples and sweet, crumbly crust. For my favorite customer, I also included the cream that only I could produce. I embedded the essence of myself into the pie. It was more than just baking; it was a ritual, a dance of flavors and textures that culminated in the creation before me.
Walking back to the dining area, I presented the generous portion to Soarin. I watched as he took the first bite, his eyes closing in appreciation. The pegasus, clad in his signature glistening furtight bodysuit, seemed to savor the pie with a reverence reserved for the finest of delicacies. Each mouthful was a silent ode to the craft, a moment of pure, unadulterated enjoyment that transcended the ordinary.
I imagined being a piece of pie dancing on the taste buds of his tongue. It was rude to just stand there. I wanted to give him space, but my legs wouldn’t move away from the table.
“Err, Joe…”
“Mmm?”
“I heard some noises from your kitchen when I came in. It sounded like gurgling.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. It was just… a pipe of sorts. It makes such sounds when the ear leaks by the plug.”
“Oh, okay.” Soarin finished the last crumb and reached down his body. “My pouch‽” His face flushed with embarrassment. “Uh, Joe. Err, funny story. You see… I had this very intense training today.”
“Yeah, I could smell your sweat right after you entered.”
“Okay, this is doubly embarrassing then…”
“You’re training for the upcumming Wonderbolt show, right? I already bought the ticket to see you.”
“Upcoming Wonderbolt show, yes. Anyway, after the training, I was exhausted and hungry. My first thought was of your delicious pies, and I soared from Cloudsdale to here just to get me some. But the thing is, I left my pouch with bits in my locker because it would get in the way of training.” Soarin looked down at the floor. Then, his eyes lifted up to me. “Look, you know I’m good for it, right?”
I raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “No worries, Soarin. You’re one of my best customers. But you know the rules as well as I do,” I pointed to a sign that read, ‘No bits, No problem! Work off your debt in the kitchen with natural produce.’
Soarin, ever the sport, agreed without hesitation. “Lead the way, Joe. I’m ready to earn my keep!”
And so, Soarin found himself in the kitchen, donning an apron over his Wonderbolt suit.
“What are you doing?” I asked while locking the door to the kitchen.
Soarin was a natural in the air, but in the kitchen? That was a whole new adventure for him. “There are all these ingredients and flour and stuff here; you know, natural produce.”
I turned around and whispered in his ear, “You are the natural produce.”
Soarin coughed.“I… I just thought that I might get dirty…”
“But I want you to get dirty,” I said and brushed a hoof through his mane with a forehoof.
“I just thought I’d use protection, you know?” he continued with a stammer.
“No protection needed. I just had a checkup and the doctor said I’m positive on all metrics.”
“I don’t think that means what you think it means.” His eyes darted around. “Uh, look there, at your calendar!” Soarin tried to distract me. “You still have it turned on my picture. We’re way past that moon already. Maybe you should turn it to the current moon.” He hoofed at the doorknob, but the locked door didn’t budge.
“I don’t use it to measure days. I use it to measure your proportions.”
Soarin’s hoof slid down the door in defeat. “I think I’m way out of my element here.”
“Don’t worry, sweet thing, I’ll show you the ropes.”
“Dear, Celestia, I hope you’re not saying that literally.”
“That depends entirely on you. If you want to get wild, I’ll have to put you in your place.” While opening a drawer, I leaned right up to his ear, “I even have hoof-cuffs.”
Soarin’s breaths speed up upon seeing the revealed metal bracelets. “Oh, dear. I really got myself into a deep end, didn’t I?”
Author's Note
Gdoc
“Oh, sweet Soarin.” My hoof slid down Soarin’s neck and over his spine. “There won’t be any deep-end exploration for you.” I played with his dock before sliding my hoof between his hind legs. “Just for me.”
At this point, Soarin was hyperventilating. “This escalated way too fast!”
“I’m sure a pegasus of your caliber can keep up the pace.”
“I have an admission to make,” Soarin dribbled. “I’m into mares.”
“Don’t worry, sweet thing, I never stoop down to fetish-shaming.”
“What do you mean…”
“Do you know why they call me Donut Joe?”
“Because of your delicious donuts, right?”
“No, because of your delicious donut.” I pressed my hooves on his ass and spread the buttcheeks apart. “I make donuts out of assholes.”
“What in Tartarus?”
“Spfincters are usually just so closed up and unappetizing. But after I use my tool.” I rubbed my dick with a hoof up and down. “I spread it apart. I donut yo’ asshole.”
“Donut Joe? What the fuck?”
“And just a note, ‘do not Joe’ is never a safe word, even though ponies keep yelling that.”
“Well, what is the safe word then?”
I leaned to his ear and whispered, “There’s never a safe word.”
Sorin took a step to the side, “Whew, is it just me or are things getting heated here? Maybe I should go to a restroom to take off my suit. Maybe take a cold shower…”
“No, there’s no need for that.” I slid my hoof over his body. “You see, I know why you’re wearing your furtight bodysuit.”
“Everypony knows that. It’s for aerodynamics, of course.”
“That’s just what you’d like us to think, but I know better. The only reason why you joined the Wonderbolts is so you could have an excuse to wear it. The truth is, you want to be touched all over. Every part of your body under an external caress.”
“The hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry, Sorin. I know what you crave for. You’ve already exhausted every part of your skin, yet you still yearn for more touching. And when you can no longer be touched from without, I’ll touch you from within. You crave for a deeper touch.”
“That’s not at all—”
“As for your sweat? It’s intoxicating. And the more fun I’ll have with you, the more aphrodisiac you’ll release. There is absolutely no need for you to take off your fetish suit. All I need is a little slit.” I reached under his dock with my mouth and bit at the zipper, pulling it down just enough to reveal his pre-donut of an asshole.
“Again, I’m into mares!”He uttered.
“I don’t judge, stud,” I said as I mounted him, feeling his furtight bodysuit beneath my body.
“I’ve never actually…”
I brushed my erect penis over his asshole. “You can just bite on this cloth if you get overwhelmed.” I threw a dirty cloth over his head.
“No, no, no; wait, wait, wait.”
I squeezed his hips and positioned my penis at the entrance of his asshole.
“Please, let’s just talk about this.”
“I couldn’t have served you that pie with words alone. Words are cheap. Action is what moves things forward.” I leaned in.
“Ugh!”
“Do you feel it?” I brushed at his ear with my muzzle. “I sure can feel your furtight bodysuit beneath me.”
“Don’t they use a lubricant or something for this?”
“Lubricant is for pussies!” I shoved in with all the force.
“Aaa!” He tried to wiggle about, but I held him in place. His body may have been muscular, but I had the force of gravity on my side.
“Take it, Wonderbolt. This is what you’re good for. Entertain me.”
“That’s not how we… Aaa!”
I couldn’t help myself. His virgin sphincter was a tight fit, but I just shoved in faster and faster.
“I can’t… Aa!... Please… Aaa! Stop!”
I shoved in his sphincter in a rhythm. “Do you want me to stop pounding your asshole?”
“Yes! For the love of Celestia, please stop!”
“Suit yourself.” I pulled out my cock. Some pre-cum dripped out of his dressed ass as well. “Never mind, you’re already suited.” I walked around him, sliding my hoof at his blue furtight bodysuit. “I didn’t take you for the oral type.”
He took a few steps back away from me until he hit a wall with his rump. “What are you talking about?”
I mounted his head and positioned my cock between his lips. “Your wish is my command.”
“This isn’t at all what I—”
His words morphed into gurgling sounds as my dick slipped deeper into his mouth.
“Aghh!”
His throat was all closed up, but I had all my weight to support me. With a few jabs, that virgin barrier was broken!!
“Ghh!” His body trembled. “Hhh! Ghh!”
I kept shoving forward, deeper and deeper with every jab.
His head tried to wiggle left and right, but my shaft held it in place. His body was tense, but my weight pinned it down.
“Now I get why you keep wearing the furtight bodysuit. Your tight throat feels amazing! I already assumed your desires, but now I know why you have them. You want to embody the tightness for the pleasure of all of us, don’t you?”
He tried to signal something with a forehoof, but I didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, I shoved my dick all the way into his throat.
Sweet gurgling sounds came out of his throat pipe as he tried to breathe around my plug. The more I shoved my cock in his throat, the louder the gurgles became.
I shoved with all my weight behind me as I came directly into his stomach. “Aaa! Oh. Aaa…”
He was as tense as a log. Even after my musky dick slid out of his mouth, he kept it open. His stare was fixed in front of him.
“Fuck Rainbow Dash,” I said as I cleaned my dick with his face. “You’re the best fucking Wonderbolt, hooves down.”
He didn’t move. His eyes were soaked with moisture, but he didn’t even blink.
“Consider your debt repaid.” I slapped him over his flank. “You’re free to go, whorse.”
Despite all that, he kept standing still.
I unlocked the door and held it open for him. “Go sit at the table to cool yourself off if you’re feeling hot.”
Slowly, with small steps, he left the kitchen.
I brushed against his furtight bodysuit as he walked by.
When he reached the first table, he didn’t sit down. He just stood there with hind legs spread apart.
I sighed and walked to him. “I already served you an apple pie and a cream pie. Would you like a cherry pie for a happy ending?”
His body shook as I took a step toward him. He simply nodded without saying a word.
I went back to the kitchen and prepared the sweetness for my hunny.
As I came back, he stood at the exact same spot as I left him.
I lay the platter with cherry pie on the table before his muzzle and said, “That will be 5 bits.”
His eyes jolted open.
Author's Note
Gdoc
