Fresh Strawberry Cupcakes

Strawberry jiggled about inside the restraints. He could barely comprehend what she had just said. "But... But... I'm here..." He glanced about the awful stone cellar. "And you're the one that's been making ponies into... baked goods?"

"A bakery? Where?" Pinkie bounced off of him and then landed atop a pile of cables. "Oh, no, silly!" She curled a few of the black cables across her bottom hooves. "This is--" She rubbed them up her legs. "The S&M Club's adjunct room, you nervous goose!"

"S&M CLUB?" Strawberry moaned. It just get's weirder and weirder... but then... His eyes moved over to the tray of tools across the room. Pinkie hurled herself over onto the wall. Paint chipped across her hooves. She knelt down and picked the tray up with her teeth.

The unicorn panted as the earth pony skipped over. A cheerful smile shot out from the unoccupied ends of her mouth. She smacked the tray down on the counter besides Strawberry with a loud 'clang'.

Pinkie held the longest knife right up in front of Strawberry's face. His eyes bulged as he stared at the thick redness coated all across the knife. Pinkie took gigantic breaths-- her mane almost sucking up into her mouth. She then moved the knife down Strawberry's face.

"Now," she declared, "Lick it."

The unicorn lowered his mouth, and he stuck his tongue out. He felt Pinkie lowering the knife into his mouth-- being very careful not to nick of slice any part of his tongue-- and then rubbing the knife left and right. He slurped. Sugary raspberry spread and... and... There's just a bit of blood here and there, not too much. Oh, goodness, I can't... I can't believe...

"How does it taste?" Pinkie squealed, "I'll bet your loving it just as much Mistress Shy-- what with all of the little 'accidental' scrapes she made as she frosted Roseluck." She giggled. She then curled her head over and locked eyes with Strawberry.

"Fluttershy frosted Roseluck..." Strawberry repeated.

Pinkie threw the knife onto the ground. She jumped up on top of Strawberry, bouncing about the board a little. She then leaned over, and she gritted her teeth as her face went inches from Strawberry. "YOU may address her as 'Mistress Shy' and 'Mistress Shy' ONLY in this room!"

"Yes," Strawberry whispered.

Pinkie then popped up and looked at the blank wall to the left. "Right! There we are, my..." She paused. Pinkie them tossed her head about sheepishly. "Oh, right, she's not here tonight. So silly of me." She turned back over to Strawberry. She then nudged the tray of tools over.

"I... I thought..." His voice grew fainter. "Cupcakes..."

"How silly, you little silly pants!" Pinkie called out, and she pulled herself up onto Strawberry's chest. Her sweet-smelling juices dripped down across the unicorn's skin. "Me!" She nudged herself a little lower. "Carving ponies into cupcakes!" She mixed an invisible bowl with her front hooves as she laughed. "Where did you possibly get that crazy idea?"

"The... the internet?"

Pinkie tossed her mane down onto Strawberry's face. She motioned over with a hoof and ran it delicately across the top of his head. "Enough silliness," she declared, "It's time for the--" She pulled up another tool. Strawberry strained to see, but the sight and scent of Pinkie's wonderful poofy mane overwhelmed his senses. "Fun to begin!"

*Wirrrrr*

Something clicked on inside Pinkie's hooves. Strawberry jiggled. His hooves pushed up against his restraints. He suddenly stopped. Pinkie cooed-- her juices growing even thicker down along his belly. Another something clicked on inside her hooves once again.

"Ahh... ahhh... ahh..." he whined. Burst after burst of tingles shot through the ends of his top two hooves. The rubbery somethings pressed deeper, and he felt the massages doing through his hooves right through his whole body. Pinkie squealed. She shifted a few inches up and then pressed her mane further onto Strawberry's face.

The unicorn felt the fluff over his tongue, and he instinctively started to lick. A wonderful, pure sugary sensation rubbed all across his nose, eyes, and all over his face. It felt like a thousand shots of energy all around his head and neck. The vibrations then moved around his hooves upwards along his shoulders. It curled around and then just poured into his chest. He cooed, and he breathed in Pinkie's soft scent.

"You know..." Pinkie began, and she lowered her peppy voice a little, "I did consider it... Back when everypony left me, my eyes traced around Dash and--" She made a nervous giggle. "I cut up into various cupcakes in my mind, yeah. But-- of course-- I never did it since baking is so much less fun--" She built up her voice-- the vibrators twirling around about his skin. "Than baby-making!" She let out a happy whine.

Pinkie bobbed backwards. The tips of her supple pink flank danced along his throbbing colthood. Strawberry gasped and gritted his teeth. Pinkie pulled her mane off of his face, and then he gazed up along her body. His eyes ran up their matching pink manes, totally intertwined. The mare then nudged the vibrators down across Strawberry's chest and belly. They traced along down her body-- looking for a perfect pleasure spot

Tingles then flooded into the faded black spots around his neck. Strawberry grunted and jiggled the restraints. Two parts pleasure and one part pain rocketed through his body. Nightmare Moon's magical burn marks pulsed and began to glow upon his skin.

"Oh, still a little scarred? You poor little colt!" Pinkie squealed. She kneaded the vibrations further into the burns. Strawberry could barely breathe. The sensations just overwhelmed him. Pinkie then nudged backwards a little more.

Those marshmellow-like curves of her soft, supple flank enveloped his colthood. The unicorn yelled. He contorted his face. Juices dripped from her slit all down between his legs. The sweet feelings along her skin seemed to rub off all over him like she sweat powered sugar. Pinkie leaned over once again. He gazed straight into those huge, beautiful eyes of hers.

Pinkie opened up her mouth and slurped across Strawberry's neck. She almost seemed to make a 'nom' sound as she moved up onto his chin and cheeks. She somehow managed to push the vibrators even deeper. His heart raced like crazy. Pinkie then shifted her head up.

She kissed him. Strawberry felt as if he just ate two cups of pure sugar. He locked his lips tightly against hers. She shoved her tongue straight down his throat. He licked about her mouth in turn. Strawberries, raspberries, white chocolate, dark chocolate, and other flavors flooded out from inside of her.

Pinkie rubbed her head left and right, then up and down, and then left and right again. She curled her body-- with the vibrators still on full blast-- a few inches lower. Her bubble-butt nudged up and down along his colthood over and over again.

Strawberry clenched again. He felt little dribbles of pre-cum popping out. I'm close. I'M CLOSE. I'm cloooooooseeee...

Pinkie immediately bounced up off of him. He gazed up at her marehood-- the layers of pink upon white flesh looking so beautiful that his mind went blank. He traced down along the thick globs of juice dripping down along her pretty pink legs and sticking across her hooves.

"Oh, NO YOU DON'T!" Pinkie yelled. Strawberry couldn't say anything back; he couldn't even think. He just panted. Pinkie then silently reached into the tray and grabbed a soaking wet towel.

She rubbed it across her face, head, and neck. Her mane-- doused in almost boiling hot water-- drooped down along her sides. Strawberry had always thought of Pinkie as an extremely attractive mare; he would give her a full ten out of ten comparable with Rarity or Fluttershy. Yet seeing her mane brought down long and flat against his skin-- soaking wet as well-- unlocked something inside his heart. Pinkie looked back at his pained, wanting face. She smiled.

She held up the towel and curled it up across him-- dripping hot water all along his neck, chest, and belly. She stood up a little bit higher, and then she leaned backwards. She nestled her hooves against his slippery wet body as she positioned herself. Eleven out of ten! Eleven out of ten! Strawberry stared down. His colthood-- throbbing just as hard as ever-- lined up perfectly under her beautiful slit.

"Strawberry," Pinkie cooed, and she played with her mane in between her front hooves, "You are... only allowed to... cum inside one place..." She moved a few inches down. "And... one place only." She let out a hungry whine.