CaramelxApple Pie
A clop fic by
The Tentacle Master
Caramel trotted into his room and locked his door. He wasn't expecting anypony and certainly no pony would just walk into his room - let alone his house - but it was the principal of the thing.
Throwing his saddlebags on his bed, he dug through them to produce his prize. He lifted it up to his muzzle and inhaled its deep, delicious aroma. His eyes grew wide, and saliva began to coat his tongue. The scent was just too good to be true! His blood ran faster as the excitement of the moment began to catch up with him. It was so big and round and, Sweet Celestia, so DEEP. She really out did herself! Caramel gingerly traced his tongue around its rim, taking in the texture and taste of... ‘Oh Goddess,’ he thought as a shiver traveled through his core. He drew a short breath then let out a passionate moan. His legs grew weak, so he opted to sit on his bed, carelessly discarding his saddlebags to the floor. He inhaled its tempting odor again and became more excited. Not just excited, but aroused.
"This is the best pie she has ever made," he said with a sigh.
The enormous pastry was the size of his head, still fresh and warm from the oven. He’d seen it in the market just moments ago, newly baked, just before Applejack set it on display. The world had stopped for him in that moment; the clouds had parted in just the right way, and a ray from Celestia’s sun had shone upon it. The overwhelming perfume of it had taken its hooves and caressed his nose, taunted his tongue and filled his ears with music. He didn't even remember how much it had cost, nor his conversation with the farm mare. He simply had it in his hooves, then ran home with it.
He licked his lips and ran his tongue across the top of the crust, tasting the apples and cinnamon. If his mouth could have an orgasm, it would have in that moment. Or perhaps it did, because thick saliva threatened to escape his lips. It smelled as if Celestia herself had called forth the Elements of Harmony and blasted fiery rainbows onto apples, spices and dough to produce it. This was by far the most delicious, sexiest pie he had even laid his hooves upon. Feeling his arousal coming on, he began to stroke between his haunches. Using his tongue, he penetrated the lattice crust topping, causing the hot apple juices inside to squirt about his muzzle. He wiggle his tongue around savoring the other-worldly goodness that was an Apple family masterpiece.
He had another mouthgasm.
He started to stroke himself faster, now fully erect. The thoughts and ideas running through his head were commanding him to go further, but his tongue wished only to linger, deep within the decadence of the pie. No longer able to take it, he hopped off his bed and stuck the pie on the edge. He wiped his dirty, sticky muzzle with a forehoof, which he then licked clean; the taste of the sweet pie mixing with his own flavor, arousing him even further.
Still standing on the floor, he placed his forelegs on the bed and positioned himself over the pie. With practiced skill, he positioned the quivering tip of his stallionhood on the edge of the pie, the crust racking against the most sensitive of areas. Slowly, he pushed down and penetrated the pie. Steam rose, and juices squirted up onto his belly and tesicles. His eyes rolled back into his head as he concentrated on the sensation of the cinnamon goo and tender apple slices traveling across his rod. The rough edges of the crust scraped along his flesh before crumpling, and sent waves of chills through him.
All too soon his erection reached the other wall of the pie, so he paused and soaked in the heat of the pastry. It was out of this world. He looked down between his forelegs to stare at his penetration, soaking in the sweet sight. Slowly, he withdrew himself to his tip; pieces of apple and crust still clinging to his stallionhood. With a moan, he pushed himself back in, the tip of his member running along the bottom of the pie pan. Again he withdrew and again he pushed back in. Over and over again, he slowly began to build up speed
The pie’s surface began to fall apart under his ministrations. Hot juices and crust fell onto his bed and got plastered into his coat; the heat and feeling of sticky, juicy apple making him go wild. He thrust down harder, sinking his belly all the way to the top of the pie. He couldn't take it any more! The heat and apples and crust!
“Oh Goddess!” He shouted.
With a final thrust he filled the pie with his personal filling. Spurt after spurt left him, and he lay in the decimated pie, shaking under the orgasm. After just a moment, and a final burst of energy, he launched himself onto his bed, over the pie, somersaulting half way till his haunches dangled above his head.
Opening wide, he let the goo, crust, apple and semen mess slide off his cock and dribble into his mouth.
He lapped it up greedily.
With a satisfied burp, he dropped his body onto his bed and rolled onto his stomach. Inching his tired body forward, he plunged his muzzle into the remaining carcass of the pie and began to "eat it out" better than any mare he’d ever been with. There he lay, his face in a pie dish; apples, cinnamon goo and crust in his fur and sheets; The happiest stallion in ponyville.
A week later Applejack was setting up her cart for the morning market. The sun would be partially covered all day, so it would be pleasantly cool. She had just set out some up some extra large pies with Granny Smith’s secret recipe, ones she had baked early that morning. Steam rose from them, displaying just how fresh they were. As she was moving the last of the pies, a polite cough caught her attention. A blue pegasus was greedily eyeing one of the pies.
"My friend Caramel said you have the best pies in Equestria," the stallion said.
"Well Ah reckon Ah just might. ‘Specially with Apple family apples in them," the farm mare replied, smiling at the compliment.
“Sweet, I’ll take this one. Its so huge!" He said, eyes lighting up as he grabbed a pie.
“That’ll be four bits.” With that, the stallion passed over the bits. As he began to walk away recognition dawned on Applejack’s face.
"Hey, ain’t you a Wonderbolt?"
"Sure am! The name’s Soarin."
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