Wagonburner - Bake Sale (Pinkie X Sunset)

“Please kill me now.”
The punishment never ended for Sunset Shimmer. After destroying a large chunk of the school in a demonic rage - and being forced to help rebuild it - she was now going through “friendship rehabilitation” with Twilight’s friends on the orders of Principals Celestia and Luna. She had already helped Fluttershy groom and feed puppies at the local animal shelter, along with participating at the Canterlot High food drive with Rainbow Dash and the football team; both were very easy tasks and - though she refused to admit it - Sunset Shimmer had an enjoyable time with the two students. Even when Rarity suggested a fashion show in the gymnasium to help with Spirit Week, a smile spread across the former school bully’s face. A warmth spread through Sunset’s body and illuminated her eyes every time she would socialize with her former victims. At one point in her life, Sunset Shimmer believed that whoever she came into contact with would be turned away from her cruelty, but now the magic of friendship had taken root in her heart and started to grow. This really was the most powerful form of magic!

And then she had to participate in a bake sale with Pinkie Pie.

“Come on, Sunset Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy Yo Shimmy Yay!” exclaimed the pink-skinned girl, bouncing from table to table, “ya gotta keep up! Our customers want some sweets and they want them now!” The ecstatic student nearly shouted the last three words into Sunset’s ear, causing the rehabilitating rebel to cringe. Still, the redhead kept a smile plastered on her face so as not to deter the happy customers.

“And you have a super-awesome-excellente-day as well, mon ami!” Pinkie said to Sweetie Belle as she walked off. Sunset Shimmer squeezed her hand, crushing a pink cupcake in her fingers. She snorted loudly.

Pinkie Pie, noticing that something was upsetting her new friend, decided to be of some sort of help. She put her arm around Sunset. “It’s OK if you smashed one of these cupcakes, Sunset Shimmy-Shim-Sham, we have plenty more to go around! I always, always, ALWAYS make sure that there’s plenty for everyone who wants one or two or five!”

“I’m not upset about the -” Shimmer started, but was interrupted.

“Oh look! More customers!” Pinkie patted Sunset on the back then zipped to a table, cheeringly giving some underclassmen some pieces of cake in return for some bits. Sunset Shimmer growled, her face turning red with anger. Another student, who was having Sunset take his order, changed his mind and slowly backed away from the enraged girl.

“I need a cigarette, now,” Shimmer muttered, hands shaking as she put them to her temples.

“But smoking’s bad for you, silly-willy-walnut-head! You could get lung cancer, throat cancer, rotten teeth...” Pinkie rattled on, oblivious to her new friend’s seething hatred. This was hell. Pain. As if being humbled in front of all of Canterlot High at the height of her surging power was not enough, as if possessing Olympian strength and then having it pulled from under her feet like a large quilt was not embarrassing, Sunset Shimmer had to endure the unending and unintelligible tirades of the most active girl in the town. Customers came and went and still Pinkie Pie was blabbering, switching topics like Rarity’s fashion fancies.

“...And that was about the time that I...”

Sunset Shimmer put her hand to Pinkie’s mouth. When she was sure that the pink girl was quieted down as much as possible, she removed her hand slowly.

“OK, Pinkie,” said Sunset, gritting her teeth and forcing a smile, “that’s great and all but can you please, please calm down? Pretty please with sugar on top? I have a headache and I don’t want it to get worse.”

Pinkie’s large blue eyes widened at Sunset Shimmer’s request. “Sorry Sunset Shim-Shim-Sha-Ree! I didn’t know that I was talking so loud I just have a tendency to ramble on and run my sentences together and break the fourth wall while Anon reads this in my voice and bring up old topics - “

Luckily no one was around to witness Sunset Shimmer’s relapse into her darker days. Pinkie’s mouth flapped up and down, her eyes were facing the ceiling in thought; it was a perfect position so Sunset could grab a cupcake from one of the boxes and ram it into the pink girl’s maw.

At once Pinkie stopped talking and began to enjoy the taste of the pink sweet, licking her lips clean of frosting and swallowing the last chunks. “Oooooofff,” she exclaimed, realizing what had happened, “Did you just shove a cupcake into my mouth?”

“Shut the hell up!” shouted Sunset Shimmer, taking a cookie and forcing it into Pinkie’s face. “I can’t take this anymore. Let me pick up garbage by the side of the road, let my repaint the entire gymnasium, but please, someone get me away from this freak!”

Another cupcake was shoved in Pinkie Pie’s mouth; Sunset Shimmer’s face was lit with a maniacal happiness. Strands of her red hair clung to her lean face with sweat, eyes were red and glazed. Finally, this weirdo was keeping quiet. She was silent! She… was she enjoying this?

“Mmmmmm,” Pinkie said, “more please!” Sunset Shimmer complied and took a slice of pound cake and slid it into the young girl’s mouth.

“So, you like sweets, do you?” asked Sunset, grinning.

Pinkie nodded, crumbs stuck to her chin. Biting her lip and turning away, Sunset Shimmer went to fetch to some more bake sale treats, along with another slice of pound cake. She sat Pinkie down in a chair and put the fat slice to the hyper girl’s lips.

“You love your pound cake, don’t you?”

Pinkie squealed. “I do, I do, I do! I love pound cake and cupcakes and cake in general!”

“Do you want me to feed you some?” Sunset raised an eyebrow. Pinkie held herself in her chair so she could stay still, but she leapt out of her chair to grab the slice, only to be pushed back down by the redheaded student.

“Please, pretty please with sugar on top may I have that slice?” pouted Pinkie.

Sunset Shimmer was about to take a bite. “Oh,” she said, feigning ignorance, “this one? Do you want THIS particular slice?”

Pinkie was bouncing on her chair, reaching for the cake, but Sunset held her down.

“Say ‘I’m a gweedy widdle piggy’, Pinkie,” demanded the redhead.

Pinkie hesitated. She cocked her head and looked on, saying the words slowly in a mumble.

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of -”

“I’m a gweedy widdle piggy,” Pinkie said again, louder. “May I have that slice now?”

Sunset Shimmer slowly edged the pound cake into Pinkie’s mouth, teasing the pink-skinned student like she was a thirsty traveler in the badlands. At first, this was mildly fun for Sunset but then her smile spread wider; she was actually starting to thoroughly enjoy whatever she was doing to her new “friend”.

The cake was consumed by a hungry Pinkie, who sat on the chair in silence. She was happy that she got her pound cake, but she felt odd having someone else feed it to her. She twiddled her thumbs around awkwardly. Shifting in her chair, the poofy-haired young girl worked up enough courage to ask a question.
“Ummm, may I have another?”

Sunset smiled and held up a cupcake, pressing it to Pinkie’s lips. The bouncy student looked away at first, almost disgusted, but then opened her mouth and let her friend put the treat in.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sunset asked, licking the frosting off of her fingers. She stopped abruptly, a small laugh escaping from her lungs. “Oh my God! You sick fuck: this is getting you off!”

Pinkie squeezed her legs together, a shade of red spreading across her cheeks. She lightly brushed a hand against her stomach while she struggled to reply back.

“I…”

Sunset’s eyes widened and she gasped. There was no way that Pinkie was enjoying being fed like a baby. This was just too perfect for her to pass up. So, taking another slice of pound cake, SS slid the dessert into her friend’s mouth. Pinkie complied and let out a tiny squeak, humming while she chewed her food. Suddenly, the redhead stopped feeding her the cake. She put down the rest of the slice and walked over to the vending machine and put in some money for milk. Walking over to the seated student, Sunset Shimmer placed the bottle of chocolate milk next to Pinkie.

“Can’t have cake without some milk, now can we my gweedy widdle piggy?” teased the former bully, opening the bottle.

Pinkie shook her head furiously, cheeks flushing. Still firmly planted in the chair, the fidgety girl awaited another piece of cake or some other dessert. She eyed Shimmer’s hands as they reached for a large cupcake with white frosting and sprinkles. Unwrapping the bottom of the delicious treat, Sunset walked over to her victim and - taking one hand - opened her mouth and stuffed the cupcake in. A moan escaped from Pinkie’s mouth, muffled by the fluffy dessert and it’s heavily applied frosting. She held firm in her seat and shut her eyes.

“Mmmmmmffff,” Pinkie moaned, tongue wrapping up the last of the cupcake. She swallowed heartily and looked up and Sunset. “More please?” she asked nervously.

Sunset placed a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder and rubbed it, then worked her way down past her side. The redhead’s other hand was placed just under the hyper girl’s plump pink breasts. Slowly, Sunset traced both of her hands around Pinkie’s curves and then they culminated towards her stomach.

Sunset swirled a finger around inside of Pinkie’s belly button. “My, I never noticed how chubby you actually are, Pinkie,” she whispered into her victim’s ear. “Then again, what do I expect from someone who eats cake with nearly every meal? You’re disgusting.”

Pinkie tilted her head back. “I know,” she replied, thighs rubbing together, “I’m such a piggy.”

“You /are/ a piggy and piggies like to eat, right?” Sunset Shimmer asked, slowly unbuttoning her playmate’s khaki skirt, some extra chub popping out over the pink girl’s panties. “Gotta make room for more food,” she added.

Pinkie bit her lip as her torturer’s hand pinched one of her tiny fat rolls and rolled it around. Sunset Shimmer showed her teeth in a wide smile as she forced Pinkie Pie to drink some milk, the liquid dripping down her chin. Another cupcake was put into the student’s face, frosting covering her lips and the corners of her mouth. All while this was happening, Sunset slid her hand further and further down Pinkie’s pelvic region, her slender fingers caressing a second pair of lips, knuckles brushing against the puffy labia. Pinkie squirmed and clenched down on her tongue, stifling a groan of pleasure.

Sunset Shimmer took her free hand and squeezed Pinkie’s shoulder, nails digging through the white shirt. Another squeak escaped from Pinkie’s mouth, the slight pain on her shoulder accentuating the pleasure of someone else’s fingers caressing her clit. Leaning her head back, her pink, fluffy hair hanging over the chair, Pinkie Pie gasped and grabbed a hold of Sunset’s arm. The redhead responded by driving her fingers deeper into the tight twat and pushing up against the vaginal walls.

“You make me sick,” Sunset muttered into her partner’s ear while holding up a cupcake. “Open up, fatass.” With the last word said, the redhead bully pushed a slice of cake into Pinkie’s open mouth; one hand was now tweaking the pink-skinned glutton’s nipple while the other hand was covered in fluids. The smell of sweets and sex bombarded SS’s nostrils, making her quiver and grit her teeth. Pinkie had her mouth open, muttering unintelligibly; her tongue brushed against her teeth and while she gripped the chair, knuckles turning white.

Sunset Shimmer rolled Pinkie’s nipple between her fingertips and bit her earlobe. “If you keep making more noise, I’ll stuff you fat face with more food. But I bet that that would be what you want, right my gweedy widdle piggy?”

“Oh Goddamnit, yes,” Pinkie moaned, “I’m a fat bitch. More cake, more of everything!”

Sunset answered Pinkie by slipping another finger into her pink pussy. “Say /please/, you little glutton.”

“Pl-Please!”

“Please /what/, Pinkie? Be more specific.”

Pinkie bit her lip, tears streaming down her eyes. “Oh God, please give me some cake! I’m a fat slob, I’m a fat slob; give me some dessert!” she cried out, writhing in her chair. Sunset complied and forced a cookie into the greedy girl’s mouth; her fingers massaged Pinkie’s core. It was only a short time before Pinkie would reach critical mass and drench her panties and seat.

Taking another cookie from one of the trays, Sunset held it in front of Pinkie, who eyed the treat and made an effort to bite it. The redhead replied by rubbing Pinkie’s clit, causing the girl to buck and arch her back.

“This is my cookie, you little fatass,” Sunset replied harshly, lowering the cookie towards Pinkie’s thighs. Spreading the pink-haired students legs and taking her fingers out of Pinkie very slowly, Sunset pushed part of the chocolate chip cookie in between the pink slot like a coin, letting it sop up some juices. She pulled it out, smelled the treat and took a large bite, savoring the scent and rolling the bite between her tongue. Grabbing the bottle of chocolate milk, Sunset took a swig and set it back down.

A loud moan emitted from Pinkie’s mouth as she began to gush, her chubby frame shaking in Sunset’s grip, the seat rocking from side to side like a small ship at sea. Though she did not look like it, Sunset was aroused as well and the damp circle on her panties stood as testament to that. She finished off her cookie then licked her fingers while Pinkie began to catch her breath, her plump belly rising and falling over her snug skirt.

“Mmm-mmm-mmm, Pinkie!” Sunset taunted, “you really do know how to make good snacks. Would you mind if I helped you again next bake sale?”

Her breathing slowing down, Pinkie rested her head on the back of the chair, looking up at her partner. “I’d like that,” she admitted sheepishly, “but could you not tell anyone about my, uh, /secret/?”

“Not a problem,” Sunset whispered into Pinkie’s ear, “but next time: bring more pound cake.”