>You've been spending a lot of time with Pinkie lately, helping her with parties, going to movies together, just hanging out in the park, most of these occurring after her work day and ending with the two of you cuddling at your place. Sometimes Pinkie even stays overnight.
>On this particular evening Pinkie has arrived largely unannounced, bringing in leftovers to a cake, surprising you
>The two of you sit and eat the cake happily, and you remark at the superb quality.
>Pinkie giggles, “I'm glad you like it, I made this one myself! A shame I made too much,” she says with a wink.
>You raise your eyebrows in surprise. This cake is good. Very good. You had no idea Pinkie could cook like this.
>”I wish I could cook like this, this is amazing!”
>She beams at the compliment before finishing her portion of the cake. She wipes her face with a napkin, “Well I learned from the Cakes and they're the best!”
>You have a moment to blink before Pinkie gasps, eyes lighting up as she dashes to you and begins tugging on your sleeve in excitement. “Maybe they could teach you too! Then we could be baking buddies AND cuddle buddies! Wouldn't that be the greatest?!”
 
>Her smile gets even bigger as she wraps you up in a tight hug, pinning your arms to your sides and causing you to drop your fork with a clatter.
>”Oh this is going to be the BEST! I'm going to go tell the Cakes, be at Sugarcube Corner first thing in the morning!” It's clear that the Cakes teaching you is a foregone conclusion in her mind.
>And with that, she releases you and bolts out the door, giving you a quick wave before the door shuts behind her as she races off into the night.
 
>You show up at Sugarcube Corner as instructed before they've opened for business. Almost as soon as you arrive, the door opens, Pinkie waving you inside eagerly.
>You enter the shop, the usual scent of the place stronger than normal with the activity of baking goods for the day. It smells of flour, doughy with a slight dampness that makes the smell feel heavy, with a hint of powdered sugar.
>”Mrs. Cake is going to be teaching you while Mr. Cake and I get some deliveries ready. She's in the kitchen, just watch your step! Place can get kind of slick.”
>You head to the kitchen through a set of double doors and spot Mrs. Cake on a small step stool, carefully icing a medium sized cake.
>She turns her head at the creak of the doors, gawking for a moment before regaining her composure and climbing down the step stool to turn and speak with you.
>”Oh! Oh my. Pinkie didn't tell me YOU were the one she wanted me to teach. N-not that that's a problem, I'm just surprised!”
>You share a slightly awkward introduction as she instructs you to move to a counter where a lump of dough can be seen upon a floured board.
>”Well, we'll start you off easy. I need this, here,” she pats the lump of dough with a hoof, “to be flattened and then cut into strips for a pie crust top.” Well, you thought it would be more about ingredients, but everyone starts somewhere.
>Mrs. Cake observes you as you begin rolling the dough.
 
[Cont'd; rolling for baking skill]
 
(SUDDEN IDEA: Last digit of first x number of replies added together and compared to difficulty number. If number is beyond 5 under, extreme failure. If just under, only slight failure. If even, average. If slightly above, slightly skilled. If greater than 5 above, extremely skilled.)
 
[Total of 6]
Lucky for you, rolling dough isn't that difficult. You pass.
 
>After observing you for a few minutes Mrs. Cake nods, "Not bad, not bat at all."
>The first cut she sees you make she says is too thick, but after the 3rd or so attempt you begin cutting them to her liking.
>After this task is finished she brings you over to a plain cake.
>"Now, here's a tube of icing, I need you to spread a nice, even coat over this cake while I finish this one over here."
 
Let's get them rolls going
[We're going to have a few very rapidly to determine your skills for the next phase, so bear with me]
 
 
[Total of 12]
 
>By the time Mrs. Cake turns around your cake is perfectly coated, no ripples or waves tarnishing the sleek white surface.
>Her eyes are wide in shock, "This....this is wonderful! Possibly even better than Pinkie! You have a real knack for design, an important skill if you wish to pursue this line of work."
>You smile at her praise, basking in a job well done.
>With that, your basic induction is complete and she gets you to work icing donuts, mixing dough, cutting dough and a whole slew of tiring but fun work.
>It's at the end of your production phase that Pinkie wanders in, all smiles as usual.
>"So how's my cuddle buddy doing at baking Mrs. Cake!"
>Mrs. Cake bawks at her words, a red hue entering her soft blue cheeks as your own face goes beet red.
>Mrs. Cake gives a small cough to break the awkward silence that had formed. "Well, he's fairly average at some of the production techniques, but he rivals even you in making a cake look good."
>You smile with some pride, Pinkie looking at you and looking pleased.
>"That's great to hear! Oh, hey, Mrs. Cake, Mr. Cake needed you for something real quick, you should go see him right now!"
>Pinkie practically shoves Mrs. Cake through the double doors.
>She turns and strides over to you with a calmness quite unlike her, before giving you a funny look.
>"So you're as good as me, huh," she seems almost skeptical, "How about we put that to the test! With a contest!"
>You ask her what the rules of the contest are, caution flavoring your words.
>"A bake-off! We'll each have one day to make some sweet treat, then we'll have the Cakes choose which one is better!"
 
>You agree, shaking hand to hoof with Pinkie.
>She gives a small giggle before putting on a serious look and says, "Don't think because you're my cuddle buddy I'll go easy on you." The playfulness is in her tone, but you don't think she's joking for once.
>The smile returns to her face as she gives you a quick hug, "But I'll be there to hug you when you lose!" And with that she takes her leave even as Mrs. Cake returns to the kitchen, a slightly confused look on her face.
>She takes a quick look around before determining that your work is done for the day, they're ready to open shop.
>"Please, feel free to come back any time, we'll never turn down someone competent and willing to help. And who knows, maybe this old mare could teach you a thing or two."
>You give your thanks and wash up before heading out to the grocery market, buying some supplies to make......what are you going to make anyway?
 
[Chocolate Cake with Creme Fraiche]
 
>You can think of nothing better than a succulent chocolate cake, perfectly moist and coated in creme. Just the thought makes your mouth water.
>You buy the required supplies and head home for the day to work on your cake.
 
>You spend the day mixing, baking, whipping and decorating before taking a step back from your dining room table and getting a good look at your masterpiece
>It looks.....good. You rework a bit of creme when you notice a wave or two, but overall it looks very well crafted. You're content with it.
>The rest of your waning day is spent cleaning up your mess and preparing for tomorrow. You're confident you can win this, your cake a beautiful thing to behold, if you say so yourself.
>With these comforting thoughts you fall into a restful slumber for the night.
 
>The morning arrives and you eat a quick meal before heading back to Sugarcube Corner, carrying your cake on a covered platter, careful not to drop it or walk to fast lest you trip.
>Luckily there are no incidents and you arrive cake intact.
>Pinkie ushers you in, having you set your cake on a long table on one side of the lobby next to a similarly covered platter. No doubt it's her entry to your little contest.
>Since you're there again before the store opens you help the Cakes and Pinkie make some pastries, Pinkie smiling but oddly silent the whole time, a look of confidence and joy about her whenever you stop to look in her direction.
>When the work is finished everyone heads to the long table for the unveiling of desserts.
 
>Mrs. Cake has you unveil yours first.
>You nervously raise the dome covering your cake. Pinkie and the Cake's eyes all widen and their jaws hang slightly ajar at the sight of your cake.
>"Holy moly!" is all Pinkie can say. The cakes don't say anything at all until Pinkie elbows Mr. Cake in the ribs, "U-uh, It's....it's...," "Beautiful!" Mrs. Cake finishes. It feels as though a great weight is off your chest at their words, and you plate each of them small slices to taste.
>They chew over their first bites thoughtfully, Mrs. Cake closing her eyes as she chews while Mr. Cake looks at the ceiling.
>They finish and both smile, looking at each other before turning to you. "It tastes almost as good as it looks, and that's saying something," Mr. Cake says. Mrs. Cake just echoes his sentiment as they gush over how this tastes, and can they feature it in the store, or get your recipe, or maybe you can make it for them some time.
>You're overwhelmed when a strong tapping is heard, cutting through their questions and silencing them abruptly.
>It's Pinkie tapping her foot for attention, reminding them that they have yet to view her creation.
>They apologize as Pinkie removes the cover from her platter, revealing a cheesecake with strawberries on top, a light chocolate drizzle on them.
>It looks impressive, not as complex as yours looks ultimately, but still impressive. It isn't long before the Cakes are complimenting Pinkie on the flavor of her cheesecake as well.
 
>When they're finally done with their taste testing they murmur to one another in conference.
 
>They turn to face the two of you, complimenting each in turn before giving their verdict.
 
>You are the winner.
 
>They compliment the two dishes again, expressing their desire for recipes before explaining their decision.
>Pinkies was rather simple looking in comparison, and there was a slightly off taste to the cheesecake, perhaps a smidge too much of a certain ingredient, or the strawberries weren't fresh enough.
>Regardless, yours looked better, and tasted exceptional. It's a small margin by which you win, but you do win.
>They congratulate you before realizing it's time to open shop as they hustle to get the register ready and start setting up chairs.
>You look at Pinkie to gauge her reaction.
>She's idly eating a piece of her own cheesecake, smiling a small smile.
>She sees you looking at her and gives you a look of reassurance. She's happy for you, even if she didn't win, though she looks a little sad at her loss.
>You open your mouth to say something but Pinkie puts a piece of cheesecake in your mouth to silence you.
>"Alright, you won. I guess you're the better cook. You'll have to teach me that recipe sometime too." She gives a small sigh before hopping in place as she regains some of her usual bounciness. "Alright, so what's your prize going to be?"
>"I'm sorry, what?"
> She rolls her eyes, "You won. You get a prize. What do you want?"
>"What are the choices?"
>"Anything."
>"What?"
>"You heard me. Anything."
 
>"I want you to spend the night at my place. Just the two of us."
>She looks at you for a moment inquisitively, "That's it?"
>You shrug, "Well, we get to do what I want right? I want to spend the night with you and only you."
>"Ok, if that's what you really want, I'll be there!"
 
>The day passes rather quickly as you anticipate Pinkie's arrival after her work shift at Sugarcube Corner.
>The sun is setting when Pinkie knocks on your door and you show her in.
>You had the forethought to have a nice meal prepared for the two of you and you chat as you eat, laughing and enjoying one another's company.
>You finish the main course and bring out some leftover cake of yours. Pinkie gets to try it for the first time and she shuts her eyes, a small "Mmmmmm~," floating across the dining room table.
>"I can see why you won," she says as she finishes, "That was fantastic!"
>You clean your mess as Pinkie waits eagerly, sitting upright in a dining room chair and swinging her hind legs like a child.
>You finish a quick tidying up when she asks, "So what next?"
 
>You surprise Pinkie by rushing to her and grabbing her in a single sweep, causing her to "Eep!" at the unexpected action before you charge to the couch, Pinkie laughing after her initial confusion.
>You get her situated on the couch, making sure she has enough pillows to be comfortable as you tell her the two of you are going to watch a movie together.
>She smiles at you, "Ok, but you get to choose. This is YOUR prize after all."
 
>You grab a romantic comedy from your shelf. '50 first dates'
>You chuckle to yourself, the title sounds a lot like the relationship the two of you share, minus the memory problems.
>You pop in the film and make some popcorn to share, Pinkie laying out on the couch and resting her head on your leg, her long, curly hair splayed out haphazardly as she watches, only looking up when she laughs or when you hand feed her a piece of popcorn.
>The movie hits the sweet spot, the comedy ebbing away into the real grit of the romance plot. When the two main characters finally get together towards the end, Pinkie gives a small sigh of content as she snuggles further into your leg.
>Soon the movie is over, the credits are rolling, and Pinkie is laying blissfully on your leg, eyes closed as she smiles while you gently rub her belly.
 
>You ask Pinkie if she'd like you to keep rubbing her belly or if she'd like to head to bed for the night.
>"Mmmhmmm."
>Taking that as a yes to the first option you continue rubbing her belly gently before stopping to pull her to the center of your lap, her eyes opening as she gazes up into your face.
>You start scratching behind one of her ears as your other hand resumes rubbing her soft pink stomach.
>She groans happily under your touch, leaning her head into your palm as you work her soft ear between thumb and forefinger.
>Eventually you grow tired of just belly rubs and begin to massage the rest of her body, working your hands over her legs before sitting her upright on your lap.
>She gives another moan as you gently knead the base of her neck, her head slumping forward as her muscles relax, your fingers working circles to loosen tension.
>You move down to her back as she relaxes into your touch.
>You hit a sensitive spot and she gives a small gasp, arching her back slightly as her eyes snap open before you give a small "Sorry," and resume massaging her.
>"Some....prize....to have you...massaging me...." she murmurs out as you near the end of your massage ministrations. "I'm supposed to be doing stuff for you....silly.."
 
>You put your arms around her in a loving embrace, your head briefly resting on her shoulder as you whisper into her ear, "I've got my prize, right here," as you give her a small squeeze.
>She turns her head to yours, your noses touching, the smell of chocolate caressing your nose as she breathes. Your eyes meet and you find yourself briefly lost in those light blue eyes of hers, reminding you of a clear blue sky on a sunny day.
>She smiles as she stares back into your eyes, before closing hers and leaning into a kiss. Your lips meet tenderly the first time, before the two of you lean back into a second, then a third, the kisses growing longer each time as you envelop her lips with your own before finally the two of you are breathless, Pinkie pulling away to give you a smile as she breathes heavily.
>"Now that's more like it," she whispers.
 
>She turns in place, putting her hooves around your neck while straddling you as your lips meet again as your hands move down to her flanks, giving a firm squeeze of affection, a muffled moan coming from Pinkie. She slips her tongue into your mouth in retaliation, your tongues sliding and tangling with each other in a sloppy display of desire.
>You move a hand from her flank to between her legs, hearing a happy “Eep,” of surprise as you fondle one of her teats. You draw light circles with a finger, teasing her as her nipple perks before grabbing it between finger and thumb, gently tweaking it to her immense pleasure. You move her to a better position on the couch as you lower your head to her glistening slit, taking a moment to lick and gently suckle on a nipple as she bites a hoof to muffle her moans from your attention.
>You trace a finger over her folds, toying with them lightly as she begins to writhe in anticipation, softly urging you to continue. She gasps audibly when you take her clit into your mouth, rolling your tongue over her protrusion, poking at it, enveloping it, never stopping your tongue's movement. No amount of biting her hoof can stop her lustful moans or gentle placations as you continue, her juices flowing freely now, a slightly sweet taste to them as you continue to lavish her with attention.
>She looks at you in confusion when you withdraw your head, before you insert a finger into her and cause her back to arch from the sudden intrusion. You work your finger slowly at first, getting a feel for her, rubbing the tip around for her sweet spots before setting in in earnest, inserting a second finger as you hasten your movements, her cries echoing in the room with the lewd wet noises of your fingers working her vagina, her walls squeezing in time to the thrusts.
>The pace change is too much and she blows, a cry of release punctuating the way she squeezes your fingers in a strong grip as her fluid flow increases, dripping over your hands and onto your couch. When she's done, she's left panting, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she looks at you while she recovers, a small smile forming on her face. She looks like she can hardly move, her orgasm was so intense. When you bend over to pick her up however, she raises herself up and manages to knock you off balance with a gentle shove, planting you firmly on your butt on the couch.
>”Where.....do you think you're....going? Just because....I'm done, doesn't mean you are.”
>She manages to roll herself over until her head is on your lap, gently working the zipper of your pants with her teeth until she manages to undo it all the way. She uses her nose to coerce your boxers into revealing your fully erect dick, a small laugh escaping her as she finds success. Before you can say anything she runs her tongue across the head, sending jolts through your body as her large, hot, wet tongue slides over it again and again, wrapping it in circles as she repays you for your service. She pulls back and gives it a small kiss before opening wide and taking it all in her mouth, deep throating your member up to the hilt with only a slight gag in reaction. The heat and moistness is tremendous, her hot breath tingling your dick even as her tongue runs up and down the shaft, her head moving up and down rapidly and occasionally turning as the makes a circular motion, causing you no undue amount of pleasure as you grip her head in your hands, doing everything you can to resist the urge to make her go even faster.
>It doesn't take long for you to hit your peak, and you tell her, expecting her to pull back.
 
>She keeps going.
 
>It's far too late to pull out of her mouth now and you blow your load down her throat, pushing her head as far down as it'll go, Pinkie giving a small cough in surprise but gulping it down even as wave after wave erupts from you. When you finally stop she raises her head off of you, giving you a final lick and a kiss as she raises herself up. She moves in for a kiss, your mouths meeting as she pushes some of your cum into your mouth, the bitter taste mixing with saliva and the faint taste of chocolate still on her breath.
 
>Both of you now finished and content, you wait for a moment before picking up Pinkie gently and taking her to your room. You lay on the bed, Pinkie by your side when she moves and pulls herself on top of you, laying on your chest with her arms and legs around you, as though attempting to hug you in your entirety as she looks at you. She gives you a kiss on the nose as you put your arms around her, the two of you settling in for sleep.
>”Maybe I should let you win contests more often,” she says with a smile. The two of you giggle to each other as you stroke her mane before finally falling to sleep, basking in the afterglow and of a night well spent.
 
>You dream that night of Pinkie, playing in a meadow of bright flowers, laughing joyously, spinning as her wild hair flows around her like a pink twister
>At the end of the dream, she finds you in the meadow on a picnic blanket, sweets lined up on plates for the two of you
>You wake with the dream firmly in your mind, a smile playing across your face as you gaze on the sleeping pink pony on your chest
>When she opens her eyes and sees you smiling, she begins to smile too before leaning in and giving you a delicate kiss without saying anything.