Just a silly story I wrote while I was ill - contains graphic sex with pastry products
Soarin landed gracefully in his front garden, legs achy from the days training and stomach rumbling. The training clouds had a canteen exclusively for The Wonderbolts team members but he had chosen to wait. Something was baking slowly in his oven at home and he didn't want to spoil his meal.
Opening his front door the stallion was greeted by the delicious aroma of apple pie. He had awoken early and taken one of Appleoosa's famous pies from his refridgerator, set his oven to a low heat and left the pie to slow-bake during the day. He was hungry and horny - it was time to consume the pie.
"I've been waiting all day for you, pie."
Taking the pie from the oven, still in its foil tray, he carried it lovingly up to the bedroom. The tray was hot but not enough to burn his hooves and he carefully placed it on his bedside cabinet. Soarin stripped off his Wonderbolts outfit and lay back on his bed in full nakedness. He looked at the pie and felt a rumble in his tummy and a stirring between his legs. Just looking at the golden brown crust and seeing the steam rising was bringing forth an impressive erection.
"Oh baby, come to papa..."
Unable to resist any longer, Soarin took the pie and placed it on his belly. After pausing for a few seconds, he took his member in his forehooves and penetrated the soft crust. The filling was warm and gooey - he groaned as his massive phallus slipped inside and Soarin began to thrust.
This was the highlight of his day, a great way to unwind after work. His pie fetish was a big part of his life; he was a celebrity and all celebrities have their quirks. Soarin's was mating with pies and then eating them.
It didn't take long before he felt completion approaching - his tail flicked and the pie, still intact despite the penetration, was a wonderful and warm recipticle. Compared with a mare's 'part' - as far as Soarin was concerned, a pie would always win. He moaned and snorted as the slippery hot pie filling pushed him over the edge, emptying himself inside it and adding considerably to the filling.
Once Soarin had finished completely and had recovered from the guilty pleasures of savoury love he pulled his shrinking phallus out of the pie, dripping apple filling and his seed onto the bedsheet. Removing the pie from its foil tray, he bit greedily into it. It tasted simply divine. The thrill of eating the pie filling mixed with his own still warm ejaculate was always followed by another kink the next day - giving Spitfire a slice of pie that he had saved especially for her.
Soarin would smile as Spitfire flirted with the handsome stallion, delicately nibbling on the slice of apple and stallion cum pie. Soarin was flattered but right now he only had time for one special person in his life - and that special person was baking in the oven, waiting for him when he returned home.