Cinnamon Fritter (c) Me
Huckleberry Tart (c) HT
MLP Setting (c) Hasbro
Contains foodplay, buttsex, and noms.
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Huck was tired. Since most taxi carts would take one look at his belly and drive off, the chunky pegasus had a weight ceiling caused by how much walking (or waddling) he had to do to get from one critique to another.

See, Huck loved food.

Food was his passion, but not in cooking, but in the eating. It was even his cutie mark, a dandelion sandwich with a bite taken out of it. His love of food made him most articulate about the nuances of flavor. Naturally he had become a food critic to pay his bills and ensure he had enough to eat to satisfy his needy girth.

At his side was often seen a slender unicorn, with saddlebags filled with quills and parchment. It was not uncommon to see non unicorn critics with a unicorn secretary. Cinnamon Fritter's talent was telling a story, in any way one could. This made his penmareship very legible, and his services well appreciated by those who hired him.

Entering his home, Huck remembered another reason why he liked keeping Cinna around.

There, laying on a large tarp, surrounded by candies and baked goods, was the unicorn, wrapped up in liquorice.

Any thoughts of having ever been full were gone from the pegasus' mind. The grey stallion advanced on the bound colt, licking his lips. "What have we here? A sweet looking Fritter all prepared?"

Cinna blushed deeply, and using his horn lifted a pitcher full of molten chocolate, starting to drizzle it over his own body, matting down his fur.

"I have to say, the plating is exquisite. Let us see about the flavor..." Huck grinned broadly, reaching down to grasp the unicorn's bound hindhooves with his forehooves, tugging Cinna towards him on the tarp, pushing the 'garnish' aside with the dragged rump.

Cinnamon Fritter did his best not to writhe against his self-imposed bonds as his employer began to lick, cleaning his fur of the chocolate syrup in broad, eager swathes of his tongue.

Huck's wings quivered, held outward from his body, as his stomach let out a low growl, "Hear that, Fritter?" The grey pegasus dragged his tongue over the quill and lyre cutie mark of his willing captive. "My gut wants you."

Cinnamon couldn’t help it any longer. He dropped from his sheath. His dark equine shaft pressed forth into the open air of the room, and immediately began to stiffen.

"Oooh, what's this? A churro? What a delectable treat~" Huck teased, and pointedly continued only licking at his catch's fur, gathering up the chocolate soaked into the pelt as well as the unicorn's natural sweetened cinnamon flavor. The critic was idly reminded of some cinnamon biegnets that came with a chocolate dipping sauce. Only those didn't squirm so enticingly.

The unicorn quivered and resisted the urge to buck, as his belly and sides were cleaned up methodically. He looked down at the pegasus, but couldn't get a read on his face. Huck's mane always covered his eyes, even now...

The pegasus stopped his clean-up at his treat's neck, and gently rolled the bound unicorn over onto his front, biting into the liquorice strands binding his hindlegs together, before using his hooves to get Cinnamon up onto his hind legs, the front half of his weight supported by his chest and head mooshed into a group of cupcakes.

Cinna blushed, now even more exposed as he was put into position displaying his rump, pulsing arousal hanging down. He felt one hoof slide under his tail and then brush it up off the curve of his hips, to expose the bare underside of his tail's base, and the pillowy pucker beneath.

Huck licked his lips, growling, "Did my treat clean himself properly?"

Cinna took a moment to realize what the pegasus meant. "Y-yeah."

"Good." The grey pegasus picked up the pitcher of chocolate sauce and poured it directly onto the upturned undertail, his stomach growling as he watched the rich substance enrobe the supple rump in front of him, before viscously coating the hanging loins directly below.

Cinna quivered, his muscles tensing as the warm substance coated his most intimate areas. "Auuuhnngh..." He couldn't keep himself from moaning into the crushed cupcakes.

The food critic chuckled, "If you make that sort of noise while being enrobed, I can’t wait for the noise you'll make now..." He licked his lips, then began to lick over the thickly coated rump, drawing the mixture of flavors into his muzzle. He noted silently that the cinnamon flavor was a bit earthier and even a touch musky at this end of his treat. Pointedly, for now, he kept to his treat’s cheeks, slurping over the gluteal muscles with relish.

Cinnamon panted, his rump flexing every so often in reaction to the motions of the broad tongue. The unicorn felt his need growing deeper inside, but did nothing but pant, and occasionally moan. This was for the pegasus, tonight.

Then the broad tongue left the rump entirely, and moved to start cleaning the dangling stallionhood the ass-enrobing process had left messy. The unicorn whimpered and groaned as the tongue gathered up the chocolate that had coated his shaft and the hanging orbs in slow, teasing strokes, leaving him no more fulfilled than before the tongue touched them when they'd been cleaned.

Huck rumbled, swallowing, and licked up along the lump that was the root of his treat's cock at his taint, before he was at the coated pucker, slurping and cleaning the sensitive bare flesh there of the sugary substance. Wouldn’t do to use it as lube.

That's what butter was for.

Cinnamon felt himself reaching the edge, before the tongue suddenly left his body. The hooves holding his hips in place left him. Cinna panted, opening his eyes, "H-huck?"

The pegasus clipclopped over to the icebox, humming to himself, "Yes, my sweet Fritter?" He opened the door, and started rummaging.

Cinnamon stared. From this angle he could just see the other colt's rump and that he too had dropped and was quite ready. And that he was headfirst into the fridge. "You’re not seriously taking a break for a snack, are you?"

"You wish." Huck said playfully, and held up an unwrapped stick of butter. He carried it over to the tarp, kicking the icebox shut with a hindhoof on his way, and sat down, starting to hum as he rubbed the butter over his own hardened arousal, quivering at the cool sensation. "Just gotta get myself all slicked up..."

"F-fuck..." Cinna panted a little, closing his eyes.

"That was the idea, Fritter." Huck grinned, getting his shaft fully coated, before hmmming, looking at the butter. It wouldn’t be suitable for eating now, so might as well...

The unicorn gasped at the cold sensation at his pucker, shuddering as the butter stick was ground at his tender flesh, tensing up reflexively at the sensation.

The pegasus mmmed a bit, watching the stick slicken up his treat's rear entrance as it melted from body heat, parting the flesh partially when he pushed down firm enough. He soon removed the stick and set it aside. "I think we put the 'butt' into 'butter', Fritter."

"Oh, ha ha." Cinna deadpanned from his prone position. "Just stick it in." He panted, his need overtaking prudence.

"Oh, of course~" Huck licked his lips. The pegasus used his hooves to slide the unicorn’s hindhooves forward, causing his rump to unbalance. Before Cinna began to topple though, Huck was out of the way with his face, and leaned back, supporting his upper body with his forehooves on the tarp behind him.

Careful aim from the hefty pegasus made sure contact occured, and both stallions cried out as Cinnamon's weight pushed his flesh down and slickly around Huck's arousal.

Cinna panted heavily as the heated ache of penetration faded, before he felt his hips getting conformed to by the pegasus' ample heft, meaning that Huck had leaned forward into a mounting position above him, a fact soon reenforced by the tongue starting to clean up the cupcake crumbs and frosting from his head, slurping at his ears slowly.

Cinnamon whimpered, and clenched down tight on the penetrating shaft inside him.

The Food critic swallowed, and smirked to himself, "Oh, just delectable..." With that he began to rock his hips, working that shaft in and out of the unicorn pinned beneath his weight.

Cinna, for his part, tried to keep himself from sliding around too much on the tarp as the thrusts continued, though it was hard work with a firm rod of stallion pounding at his prostate nigh constantly. In fact, he felt as though he was about to reach his crisis when the pegasus grew irregular.

Huck whinnied and brayed, thrusting a few more mad thrusts, before he hilted, and began to fill his treat with his cream filling, slumping down over the unicorn.

Cinnamon grunted, on edge as the flare inside him kept the cum from retreating beyond where Huck had hilted. He let out a little whimper, and tried to drum his shaft against his belly with a few flexes, but his position, and the bindings he himself had wrapped around his body, prevented this. Cinna wondered if he had thought this through properly.

The pegasus' belly growled low.

"Mmmm... Suppertime." Huck cooed, and gaped his jaws over Cinna’s head.

The thing about the pegasus' special talent in eating was that it also meant he could eat anything as long as he could get it into chunks smaller than his entire body. And a certain unicorn was indeed smaller than the pegasus.

Cinna quivered as his horn touched throat-flesh. Even though his horn wasn’t strictly living tissue, in the same way that his mane was, it was connected to some of the most sensative receptors his brain had. And any rubbing against it caused vibrations to travel down to those receptors. So when he was already aroused, well...

"Aughtnngnarhtnnngghnn..." Cinna said as clearly as he could.

Full lips closed around his chest. "Mmhmm." Huck murmured, suckling for a moment, pondering the liquorice rope, and whether its flavor really complimented this meal. The pegasus shrugged, and swallowed firmly, bending down to take in Cinna’s belly. The food critic's gut got in the way of his bending around any further, but luckily, he felt that his flare had gone down. With a firm yank and a slick pop, he vacated his treat’s rump, and tilted his head back.

Cinnamon yelped muffledly as his world inverted, hindlegs kicking freely in the air. Then his shaft entered the throat alongside his body, and the kicking became more organized, both legs together, causing his hips to buck and grind.

Huck smirked around his treat at this, but his gut was impatient, growling for its Fritter. He swallowed harder, and grasped Cinna's hindhooves with his forehooves, yanking the unicorn down and in. He slurped over those hooves for a moment, before swallowing the last of Cinna down.

The unicorn felt the flesh stretch around his horn every time it prodded at a wall, before the wall flexed and pushed his head to another angle. This continued along until he had curled into a ball in the chamber at the end of his employer's throat.

Huck licked his lips, and looked around at all the desserts that had been his meal's garnish as his forehooves roamed over his gut. "Ahhh... my tasty Fritter." His gut writhed a bit as Cinna shifted and readjusted inside. The distended food critic growled playfully, and clenched his practiced stomach  in around the misbehaving meal, "Shhhh… just be a good Fritter..."

Cinna settled down, blushing inside as the belly held him firmly.

Huck belched, licking his lips, and shrugged, picking up a cupcake. Shame to let all these desserts go to waste, after all. He lazily began gobbling up every single treat Cinna had left on the tarp. He already took the biggest treat there, why leave the rest?
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