- >be anon
- >be a student at canterlot high
- >and today is the bake sale
- >you’re helping make cakes and brownies to raise money for prom
- >yawning as you enter the home ec kitchen, you wonder how you got roped into this in the first place. You are not a morning person
- >suddenly you hear a kazoo behind you
- >…playing Taps?
- >a familiar and bubbly voice suddenly chimes in
- >”GOOOOOOD morning Canterlot! Are you ready to have some fun today, Anon?!”
- >Oh, that’s right
- >Pinkie talked you into it
- >while Rarity helps Fluttershy sell the baked goods, you and Pinkie are in charge of keeping them supplied with fresh ones
- >You let out another small yawn and turn around to face Pinkie
- “I’m just a little tired still, that’s all. Give me about thirty minutes and I’ll be awake.”
- >”Oh, you silly billy. I have just the thing for that! …But could help me unload first?”
- >you suddenly notice that she’s carrying several large, covered containers of cupcakes and cookies
- >you can’t even see her face over the trays
- >wow, you’re less awake than you realized
- “Oh, sorry about that Pinkie. Let me help you with that.”
- >you take some of the trays from her and set them on the counter
- >in spite of all your strength, you can’t seem to take more than three trays from her at a time
- >but you manage to lay out all 12 trays on the counter
- >Pinkie opens the lids, allowing treats to burst forth from the overly crammed containers
- >With the trays out of the way, you can finally see Pinkie
- >her hair is poofy as always, and her blue eyes sparkle brightly as usual
- >she sports a wonderfully healthy and somewhat curvy frame
- >somehow she’s not chubby despite her diet, but she’s nowhere near the waif that Rarity is. She’s the perfect size
- >she’s wearing a bright pink shirt, slightly stretched from the heavy backpack still on her back
- >she also has on some tight black sweatpants with a small 3 balloon design on each hip
- >she unslings her backpack and leans back to stretch, affording you a nice view of her perky C-cup chest
- >”Ah, now THAT feels better!”
- >she looks over the table of trays before her
- >”These are just the opening batch, anon. They won’t last long, so we need to get cracking soon”
- >she’s not joking. You’ve seen how quickly her cupcakes sell.
- >”Now, it’s time to get set up. But before we do, you need to wake up!”
- >she slams her backpack on the table and opens the frontmost pocket
- >inside you see three boxes
- >she thumbs right past the first aid kit
- >she breezes right past the second one
- >you could swear it said ‘portable party kit’
- >she pulls out the third one, labeled “in case of emergency” and cracks it open
- >it’s full of energy bars, sweets, and other goodies
- >”I always keeps some things handy in case someone’s feeling tired or out of energy”
- >she pulls out a box and says “here, try one of these!”
- “..Chocolate covered espresso beans?”
- >”Yeah, one should perk you right up!”
- >you’re not sold on the idea, but you tentatively pop one in your mouth and hand the box back to her
- >it’s got some grain to it, but it’s pretty good
- >she deftly packs the emergency box back up and stuffs it in her bag
- >within 3 minutes you’re awake and alert
- >by that time Pinkie’s got all the ingredients and equipment out you need
- >”now all we need is our aprons and we can get started!”
- >she digs back in her backpack and quickly pulls out two aprons
- >”this one’s mine” she says as she ties it on, “Rarity made it for me”
- >it’s pink like her shirt and has the same balloon design on it as her pants do
- >adorned at the top are the words TOP CHEF in bright blue
- >How does it look?”
- “Looks good, Pinkie.”
- >it looks much better than good, but you don’t want to go overboard
- >she turns and picks up the other apron
- >..did you just see her blush?
- >no way
- >before your mind can go any further she smiles and tosses you a white apron
- >”And this one’s for you, my assistant!”
- >you unfold it and find yourself staring at the words BOTTOM CHEF
- “Very funny, Pinkie.”
- >”Isn’t it?”
- >it may be ridiculous, but you can’t help but smile to yourself as you put on your aprons
- >and so your work begins
- >you were kind of dreading this at first, but it’s actually pretty fun
- >you’ve always had a crush on Pinkie, but you’ve never gotten the chance to spend some one on one time with her and really get to know her
- >now here you are, and she doesn’t disappoint
- >the two of you have amazing synergy and you’re cranking out trays in record time
- >she’s got you in stitches with her jokes and she really loves to sing for some reason
- >the next thing you know you’re both singing “Whistle While You Work” and “Heigh Ho”
- >she’s also a sloppy worker
- >bits of batter are flying everywhere and they keep hitting you
- >you flick one back at her, hitting her in the cheek
- >suddenly she stops her stirring and slowly turns to look at you
- >”I hope you realize,” she says in a low voice with fire in her eyes, “that this means war.”
- >now in an upright position, you survey the damage
- >the food’s all safe, but the room’s a mess
- >you and Pinkie manage to at least get the table sorted out for the time being
- >”Oopsie!” says Pinkie, noticing the wooden spoon she had dropped
- >she bends over to pick it up
- >you get a clear view of an amazing butt
- >your mind rolls to a standstill
- >time slows down and all fades away at the sight of that butt
- >dat ass
- >dat ASS
- >DAT ASS
- >you don’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late
- >you see your hand moving in slow motion
- >you want to stop it, but you know it’s no good
- >time speeds up to normal as your hand lightly slaps her ass, making a smack
- >Pinkie jumps, letting out an “eep!”
- >her face turns bright red
- >”…anon?”
- >fuck
- >I’m a dead man
- “…Yes?”
- >”Do it again!”
- >what
- “..What?”
- >”Do it again!”
- >don’t question a good thing anon, just let it happen
- >you smack her ass again, eliciting a moan
- >”More!
- >you’re about to oblige when you hear someone jiggle at the door handle
- >you and Pinkie shoot straight up like bolts of lightning
- >the door creaks open, revealing Rarity
- >”Hello, Pinkie. Hello, anonymous.”
- “Hey Rarity..and is that Fluttershy?”
- >a pink head of hair and timid blue eyes peek over Rarity’s shoulder
- >”U-um hi, anonymous.”
- >Rarity eyes the two of you
- >”We’re here to set up the stand for the bake sale. Are you two alright? You’re both bright red.”
- “I-it’s nothing,” you stammer. “It’s just a little hot in here from the baking”
- >”I see,” Rarity says
- >they help you ferry out the first wave of baked goods to the table
- >”Fluttershy and I have things taken care of here, so you two can focus on baking. If we need more, Fluttershy will come and get it.”
- >”Okey dokey, Loki!” shouts Pinkie, and you both make your way back to the kitchen
- >back in the kitchen, the atmosphere’s changed
- >things move slower than they did before
- >it’s quiet
- >there’s electricity in the air
- >you want to pounce her, but you can’t risk Fluttershy walking in on you
- >all you can do is work in this stifling heat
- >about an hour passes of baking, mixing, and Fluttershy picking up food for the table
- “Hey, Pinkie?”
- >the sudden break from the silence makes her start
- >”Y-yes, anon?”
- “Where are the cups for the cupcakes? I’m out.”
- >”They’re by my backpack.”
- >without thinking, you reach behind Pinkie to get to the bag beside her on the other side
- >your hand brushes her ass and she lets out a hiss
- >what’s this now?
- >you grab the cupcake cups and slowly bring them to you, brushing her ass along the way
- >this elicits a long moan from Pinkie
- >well now, we’ve got ourselves a game
- >and Pinkie loves games
- >as you continue working, you keep finding reasons to brush up against Pinkie
- >graze her arm as you reach for a tray, giving her goosebumps
- >brush against her chest reaching for the batter
- >always on accident of course
- >and it keeps making Pinkie more and more red
- >you can hear her breath hitch at the slightest touch now
- >just as Pinkie’s on pins and needles you hear the door handle jiggle against
- >Fluttershy and Rarity come meet you in the home ec room, having wrapped up the bake sale
- >they take seats opposite you and Pinkie at one of the tables in the room
- >all in all it seems you made a pretty good haul, about $500 profit in total for only a few hours
- >your mind begins to drift as Rarity chats on, and you can’t help but give Pinkie one more pinch on the butt
- >suddenly Pinkie stands up
- >”anonymousIneedyourhelpwithsomethingrightnow!”
- >she roughly grabs your wrist and drags you out of the room
- >as you clear the door you hear Rarity call out “Don’t worry darlings, we’ll take care of things in here!”
- >Pinkie drags you to the nearest restroom
- >she drags you and and shuts the door, pinning you to the wall
- >”Do you have any idea what you’ve done!”
- “I-uh-“
- >”You keep on teasing me and teasing me, and I can’t take it anymore! You know what that means?”
- >you smirk
- “Time for a party of two?”
- >”Mister, I’m going to be all over you like Twilight on a library book.”
- “What does that even-“
- >you’re cut off by Pinkie’s lips as she goes in for a kiss
- >the smell of the red velvet cake batter you’ve been working with all this morning permeates the air
- >you feel an old friend stirring in your pants
- >don’t question a good thing, just go with it
- >you immediately grab her ass and pull her into you
- >she moans in response to your touch, and pulls away from the kiss
- >she grabs your hand and brings it under her apron
- >“all ass and no tits makes Pinkie a sad girl”
- >she starts kissing you again as you start moving your hand up her shirt
- >you suddenly feel the warmth of skin give way to soft fabric, and Pinkie moans as you drag your hand over it
- >as you begin to massage her breast, you feel her breath getting heavier
- >her hand making its way under your apron and up your thigh
- >she undoes your fly
- >she slowly strokes your boner and smiles
- >”I see there’s a party in your pants, anon. Am I invited?”
- >she grabs your hand and presses it against the waistband of her pants
- >“Because you’re invited to mine.”
- >well it would be rude to decline an invitation, now wouldn’t it?
- >you glide your hand under the waistband and continue to her slit, teasing her outer lips
- >she’s absolutely soaked
- >she shudders as you push a finger in and start pumping
- >you grunt as you feel her grip on your dick tighten in response
- >you work a second finger in and are rewarded with a buck from her hips
- >her hot breath radiates on your neck, driving you crazy
- >you maneuver your thumb to her clit and she latches onto your neck, moaning
- >”Anon, I-I-“
- >her breath hitches
- >she clings to you for dear life and begins to shudder
- >you can feel yourself about to cum as well
- >Pinkie feels your dick convulsing and starts pumping you with both hands faster than you ever thought possible
- >you can feel her walls convulsing as her fluids gush over your hands
- >you shoot your load just as she finishes cumming
- >she slowly regains control of herself as you both catch your breath
- >She gently kisses you and smiles
- >”how was that, anon?”
- “That was one hell of a party.”
- >you both laugh and get cleaned up
- >you head back to the home ec room
- >as you get ready to go through the door and return to Rarity and Fluttershy, Pinkie turns to you
- >”hey anon?”
- “Yes, Pinkie?”
- >”You can be my bottom chef anytime.”
- “Pinkie, you are so random.”
- >she laughs and gives you one more kiss before you both head in.
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