Chapter 12: Something to Sink Your Teeth Into
"Prince!" A blue pony yelled at the cream brown alicorn, throwing a list in front of his face.
"What am I looking at?" Rox said, backing up abit.
"The cake's were supposed to supply food for our Nightmare Night Scary Soirée and Play but Mr. Cake caught a serious case of the Trots." The pony replied, pulling the clipboard back to his face and not looking up, "Could you please go and pick up the orders under your sisters names?"
"Certainly!" Rox grinned, stretching his winks, eager to have a good flight after a few days.
"Wait, I think I know you..." Rox said, rubbing his chin with a hoof, "Oh ya, you're the Master!"
The pony began to mess with his cufflink-laser mechanism with an audible click as his superior continued, "You're in charge of the ceremonies."
"Oh that would be correct." Master
agreed with a slight hint of relief.
"In any case, I'm off, have fun with your doctor boyfriend!" Rox chuckled, flying off.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE ASSUME HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!" He heard behind him as the pony walked off, the fact the alicorn knew about the two going unnoticed till hours later.
As soon as he touched ground in Ponyville, he noticed stuff being a bit different. Namely, the ground was like rubber, and only way to walk was to Pinkie bounce.
When he finally had hopped in the door to the bakery, Pinkie was about to eat a cupcake that was frosted with spider webs and mini gummy spiders. "Oh hey Rocky!" Pinkie giggled, pulling the cupcake behind her back with a big smile.
"Hey Pinks, mind get the cupcake and frosting out your back fur?" Rox chuckled, shooting an accusatory glance.
"I have no idea what your talking about!" Pinkie giggled, tossing the pastry from behind her back to her mouth.
"Ditz..." Rox muttered, smiling as suddenly she let out a moan of pain, quickly changing his expression.
"What's wrong?" he warily inquired.
"'Ere was a rock in it..." She said shocked, pulling a slightly blood stained piece of canary yellow diamond.
"Was that supposed to be a prank batch?" Rox said concerned.
"No, I'd never thought of that kind of prank," Pinkie replied abit distant looking at the diamond, "Seems kinda on the overly mean side..."
"Very mean indeed...Any case I'll take your word for it." Rox perked up, turning so Pinkie could stuff all the food into his satchels.
"Have I ever told you how amazing a flank you have?" Pinkie giggled near inaudibly as she put the first few boxes in, intentionally leaning and rubbing his cutiemark.
"Have I ever told you 'Thanks but no'?" Rox laughed abit huskily.
Pinkie just grinned back, thick and seductively, "Oh only the first few times I asked what I am about to now..."
Rox lightly bucked his satchels to the side and stood up on one of the counters as Pinkie went into the kitchen to get some confectionary tools.
When she came back, Rox was nowhere to be found, well except if she'd looked directly behind her. A quick pullback made her aware of his presence and gave her a face full of the whipped cream she'd grabbed for herself.
"Mmm.. Good enough to eat!" he chuckled, licking the topping off her lips tenderly.
His lapping was returned with a gentle sucking on the tip of his writhing organ. The color of Pinkie's coat seemed to migrate to his cheeks as she pulled him in, covering some of his neck and lower half of his muzzle in whipped cream, not that the stallion cared much anyway.
As soon as the prince opened his mouth to tell her she might want to let up a bit, the party pony's own tongue shot into his mouth, wrapping wiggling and wrestling him into submission, giving him a taste of just what he'd been missing since the last time he visited her.
As soon as she started to feel a hard hot slab of flesh against her back, she disconnected, letting some drool fall down onto her neck as she twisted around holding onto Rox's. Her tongue slowly dragged down his lower muzzle and neck in exaggerated swipes, almost matting his fur down in a sweet sticky stream.
When her treat was finished, she giggled, backing up a foot or two to the wall. She beckoned with a hoof as she waterfall'd whipped cream down her chest and waistline with the other. With a giggle decreasing pitch to a moan slowly, the streams were traced down to the very closest possible to her slightly puffy, dripping flower.
The toxic smell stirred a reaction in his hindlegs, a heavy shiver that nearly made him fall over. His hooves quivered to push apart her hind-legs and press his face deep in-between her thighs, unfortunately not the case needed.
He knew too well that Pinkie's personal pastries were to be savored like the small times he got to visit. He experimentally licked her right lip, parting the flap rather easily, getting a small taste of lemon fried pie.
"Uh, Mr. Narrator-" Oh not this again!
"I don't stick lemon pies in my private place so why would it taste like that?"
"You know, she has a point." Shut up you self insert!
It was then that the narrator decided to storm out the studio while the two equines merely shrugged, getting back to their mutually pleasing sex scene.
[A/N] The story is nearing its revelation ending so sex scenes could be on short supply for a while.