>day baking in Equestria
>you had had just about enough of Pinkie's shit.
>she bounced around the bakery, humming to herself jubilantly while you stood there covered head to toe in baking supplies.
>Pinkie was of course dry.
>you leaned on a counter and sighed as she finished unloading the last tray out of the oven and onto the counter near you.
>you still weren't sure how she did so without serious burns.
"Frosting?" You asked, slightly worried.
>"Frosting! My faaaaaaaaaavorite part!"
>more things to mess up your clothes.
>you grab a piping bag to follow her quick spreading of the confection with some flowery details.
>of course in her speed, icing flung repeatedly onto you.
>you wanted to scream.
>you held things in, but this caused for you to pause and sigh dramatically.
>"Anon, is something wr-"
"YOU WIN!"
>unable to withstand Pinkparty's cheerfulness, you drop the bag and completely strip yourself in front of her.
"NOW try to wreck my shirt."
>you snatch up the bag with a cocky grin and pipe the rest of the cakes she finished.
>Pinkie is now staring at you blankly.
>you finally realize what you did, but shrug to yourself.
"Back to it?"
>she seems to re-animate slowly and goes back to quickly frosting the little cupcakes, the frosting now splattering on your skin.
"I should have thought of this sooner! Now I can just hose off and not wreck the few outfits I have."
>"You know, I could help you clean up, too!"
>You took a second to process this as you decorated the final cupcake.
>it dawned on you what she meant.
"OH!"
>she was already on your side of the counter at this point, staring dreamily at your frosted abs.
"Well, I don't see the point in letting this go to waste..."
>Pinkie stood on her hind legs to reach above your waist easier.
>soft hooves pressed against your chest as her head ducked down and she began to lick feverishly at your fresh coat of sugary goodness.
>from above, it was very reminiscint of something you hadn't had the joy of experiencing in some time.
>your hand ran through her frizzy hair and pushed down slowly.
>she elicited a submissive moan and sunk lower, her tongue lapping along the bottom of your stomach and continuing to descend.
>you looked down and saw that you had been clean of frosting for some time.
>this_escalated_quickly.jpg
>you shoved her down one last time and the underside of her muzzle brushed against your shaft.
>you sigh hotly and grip her mane as her tongue dips down from the base of your cock and she proceeds to tease you.
>she giggles in a way that could only be described as sexy, knowing Pinkie, as she makes small nibbles at the loose skin.
>the gentle teeth tugging on you accompanied with her now panting breath has gotten you excited.
>you begin to swell up slowly and she drags her hooves down your body to lay on the sides of your cock.
>she makes eager laps at your tip until you're rock hard.
>she blows on the moist tip as she pumps you with her forelegs, her soft fur gliding over the dry skin easily.
>your eyes roll back and you bite your lip, groaning in appreciation.
>she lifted your shaft up and leaned in.
>soft, warm tongue caressing your balls.
>that same tongue slowly moves up the bottom of your cock, bathing it in pony spit.
"After more than just frosting, eh Pin-"
>she cuts you off as she collapses on your waist, wrapping her legs around yours and sucking you into her eager maw.
>you let out a guttural noise of satisfaction and grip the counter next to you, knuckles going white almost instantly.
>she gets into her mouth hugging right away and bobs her head agonizingly slowly.
>the big curl at the top of her mane tickles your stomach, but is only adding to the experience and you allow it.
>the sugar from the icing made her saliva a lot richer and the blowjob she was giving you was getting quite slobbery.
>she would drop all the way down, taking you into her throat, and then pull back until just the tip was wrapped between her pursed lips
>you finally managed to look down at her and your eyes met hers.
>she gave you a wink and then grabbed your free hand and set it on the back of her head.
>you shivered.
>you also pulled on the girl's head, picking up the pace.
>her throat opening up over and over and her sucking and slurping are the only sounds in the open kitchen.
>you repeatedly tense up and relax, your hips practically moving on their own as you fuck her face.
>you've now moved so your back is against the counter and your palms are at your sides.
>your pet is back to slowly and deeply sucking on you.
>each passing of her pink lips over your glans sends you closer to the edge.
>you're sweating and breathing heavily now.
>your mouth is dry.
>all you can focus on is the cotton candy mane bobbing back and forth.
>getting fuzzy now.
>your stomach clenches.
"Pinkie..."
>she leaves her lips wrapped around your tip and nurses it, waiting for you.
>waves of pleasure start pushing out of you.
>in the back of your head, a supernova goes off.
>somewhere in the distance you hear a high-pitched but muffled squeal and enthusiastic gulping as your essence is drained.
...
>when you come to, you look down and see Pinkie still licking her lips.
>she bit off more than she could chew.
>'frosting' on her chin.
>you shudder again and chuckle, petting her slowly as she finishes cleaning herself.
>"Oh! Anon, we need to deliver these cupcakes!"
>you remember that you still had to box and deliver the cupcakes to the other side of town, as well
>the clock says you're 30 minutes late
>fucking Pinkie Pie
>it was a frosted day