>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.