Blueberry Muffin

by Storied Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Derpy Hooves, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1501

Derpys fantasy about a time in the past, muffin and all.

With a brand new bag of muffins just opened, Derpy gets a moment of nostalgia, imagining a time in the past where muffins helped bring two ponies together.

Trigger warning: Some light foodplay.

Just a short story, written at a request. This is is clop with little to no justification, but hey, some like it.

Published 2012-12-04 03:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-04 03:40:01 UTC

Blueberry

Ditzy Doo, more commonly known as Derpy, trots into her home with determined steps, bag of muffin held securely between her teeth. Every step home had been a torture as the delicious smell from a bag filled with newly made muffins kept wafting up into her nose, it still makes her mouth water.

“Oh boy. I can't wait to gobble you down!” she giggles, dropping the bag onto a table in her living-room before looking from side to side guiltily.

“Dinky? Are you home?” There's no answer of course. Dinky is still in school, but mommy just had to know for sure. She feels a bit bad for it, but she really don't want to share these bad boys. The thought of them have been taunting her all morning, while she was at work she almost lost another load of deliveries just to distraction. With a nod, she then opens the bag, eyes closing and she takes in a deep breath of the now free scent. “Oh Celestia...” she moans out, that smells wonderful.

Carefully she slips a blueberry muffin out of the bag, cradling it gently for a moment as her eyes take in the perfect form of it. Well, one eye does, the other seems to be looking towards a light fixture somewhere to her right, but she's used to that and it doesn't bother her. Biting into her first muffing she gives a delicate moan again, savoring the rich taste of the Sugarcube Corners finest goods. In a roundabout way, it reminds her of Dinky. Well, in a very roundabout way. More accurately, it reminds her of Dinkys father, he used to make the most delicious muffins, and this one comes close to his. It takes her back in time, and she can't suppress a small shiver.

It was about a year before Dinky was born that he came for a visit. They weren't married, nothing like that, but he was a handsome unicorn with a flair for baking, and he came bearing delicious gifts. He was kind and considerate as usual, he didn't even mind when she, in a bout of nervous clumsiness, almost dropped a cup of tea right on him. Thankfully he was quick with his magic and caught it before it was too late. They both enjoyed talking for a few hours before it was time for him to leave, but instead, instead she asked him why. Why should he leave? There was no good answer to such a question of course, even if he did make a few attempts.

Taking another nibble from her muffin, Derpy closes her eyes for a moment, imagining the moment where she nudged the flank of her coltfriend, inviting him with her into the bedroom. She remembers giving him that kiss that begun it all, he tasted a bit of muffin as well and she had eagerly let her tongue take in the taste. It wasn't long before things escalated and she shivers slightly again at the memory. The feeling of his hooves tracing over her flank, his hot breath on her as they press against each other, and the feeling of her wings stretching as her arousal built. Actually, she can still feel that, and she blushes deeply as she notices that she might be a bit too deep into her little fantasy. On her back, her wings are opening up, stiffening slightly as her mind can't help but remember. Her tail gives a twitch, imagining the feeling of a hot breath hitting her flank, tail raising for a suitor that's only there in her memory.

Shuddering again, she runs a hoof down along her stomach before she stops herself. This is silly, she shouldn't live in the past like this and tries to shake off her imagination.

She takes another bite from her muffin, which proves to be a mistake. She's thrown straight back into her fantasy, and right as the colt in her memory strokes a large, warm tongue across her flank, her own hoof slides down across her wet slit. She moans out loud both in the memory and in the real world.

Sighing in pleasure, she starts to rub along her own intimate valley, the tip of her hoof getting a coating of her own fluids. She's imagining the feeling of her stallion mounting her, feeling the ghostly weight of a memory as it stradles her back, an imaginary voice making ear ear twitch as words from her memory teases her.

“I... I love you too...” Derpy breaths out, answering a voice she haven't heard in years, her hoof rubbing a bit quicker along her lips. In her memory she can feel a throbbing spear drive into her body, spreading her velvety walls eagerly. Her body responds, trying to clamp down snugly along a shaft that should be there. She can almost feel the yellow strands of her mane being tugged, the memory clamping down on it as he buries himself inside of her heat.

Derpys mouth hangs open a bit, her breathing now heavy and some crumples from her muffin falls down between her legs, adding a fantastic tickling sensation as she rubs her hoof up and down along her sensitive flesh. Her eyes open hazily and she looks to her bag again, bringing out another muffin, all while the memory of her colt ruts his filly, the imagined feeling of his length opening her up being enhanced by every rub her own hoof gives along her labia.

Groaning out in lust, she takes a nibble of her new muffin, only to drop it. Hooves are shaky from pleasure, and her wings are at their full span as she feels so very aroused.

As she picks up the muffin again, she brushes it along her own slit, the course exterior of the muffin rubbing up along her warm lips, tainting it with her juices and causing her to give a deeper moan. She pushes the spongy confectionery against her sex, rubbing it along her clit as she feel the colt in her imagination get more intense with his thrusts. She can remember the sound of hips slapping on hips, the weight pushing her down even as her own slick walls alternates between wanting to push him out, and clench tightly so he'll stay inside or go deeper still.

She's almost there, both in her memory and in reality. She can feel her peak approaching, and every time the muffin rubs lightly along her flush folds and clit, she gives a small squeal in pleasure. Her muscles feel tense and her wings are quivering with the desire to reach her peak, in her memory the stallion seems to be just as close.

In her memory, sweat shines on her stallion as every rut takes them both closer to the release they desire. She can feel that burning ball of passion in her loins being so very close to catching on fire, and her hoof gets more desperate, rubbing the muffin fiercely up and down along her slit, getting bits of it stuck in her fur, others falling into a moist pool at the floor.

Finally it ignites. In her fantasy, her stallion shoves deep into her cavern, a throaty groan escaping him as his pearly essence shoots out. She vividly remembers the feeling as his alien, but oh so comforting, warmth coats her insides, and as she pushes the muffin firmly against her loins, it's enough to make an orgasm explode in the here and now as well. Her inner muscles flex and squeezes around a shaft that's not there, a loud squeal escaping her as pleasure surges through her body, the fantasy disrupted by the intense feelings coursing through her body and both her hoof and muffin receives a generous serving of her most intimate juice.

She feels her body shudder as she slowly begins to come down from her high, exhausting setting in and she lay down on the spot, squashing the muffin where it's still resting against her loins. She can't do more than smile right now, and that's exactly what she's doing. A lonely few tears escape her eyes as well, but she blinks and they are gone.

A few minutes later she takes a deep breath, feeling more collected again. With that comes the realization of what she's been doing, and on her cheeks grow a marvelous blush. She looks down between her legs, bits of muffin still stuck there, and her coat has been coloured slightly blue from the muffins filling.

“Oh Luna. I better clean up before Dinky gets home.” she mutters to herself before hopping up. For a brief moment, her thoughts went back to her memory and to Dinkys father, but this time all she gave was a melancholy sigh. “I wish you were still with us...” she murmurs. But it's all in the past, she can't dwell on it, she have a daughter to take care of, for both their sakes.