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- Dedicated to my favourite double baker.
- >Day Raritan in Equestria.
- >It's time.
- >You haul yourself out of bed and crack your neck and shoulders.
- >The routine is well practiced for you, but you never manage to shake the lethargy that sticks to you at this hour.
- >You yawn, stretch and open the curtains to see the glorious ass crack of dawn.
- >The sunlight streams through gap in the twin hills that dominate your bedroom's view.
- "Celestia never fails to impress. Well, time to make the ponuts."
- >You get out of bed and get on with your preparations before work.
- >It's not much - shit, shower, shave.
- >Get dressed, get your breakfast.
- >Search for your keys, find them in the same place you always leave them.
- >Almost forget your little paper hat.
- >That's all important for working at Pony Joe's.
- >He'd skin you alive if he saw you working without it.
- >He takes his job very seriously.
- >And to be fair, while you do the same, you also see the fun side of it.
- >Not many people get to do what you do, and so you try to enjoy it as much as possible.
- >There's no time to waste, however.
- >The ponuts won't make themselves, and you've got to get in early to satisfy the morning rush.
- >So you speed off to work, and arrive with time to spare.
- >Good.
- >That means you can take your time today.
- "Morning, Joe."
- >"Mornin' Anon. Whatcha takin' today?"
- "Gimme an espresso."
- >Joe gets to work at the coffee machine, fulfilling your request.
- >You'd do it yourself, but Joe's the one who always handles the coffee.
- >It's his job, after all.
- >You handle the rest.
- >"Hohoho. Burned out? What were you doin' last night to make you need the hard stuff?"
- "None of your business, but I was on a date."
- >Joe whips his head around in shock.
- >"What?! I hope you're still good to-"
- "Of course. Don't worry. I didn't get lucky last night."
- >"I dread to think what would happen if you did get lucky..."
- "You'd go out of business."
- >Joe finishes up and hands you a tiny mug filled with bitter, black liquid nectar.
- >You take it and knock it back in one gulp.
- >"Don't joke about that, Anon..."
- "Ahh... You know I kid, Joe. Even then, you know how to make the ponuts, don't you?"
- >Joe looks at you with a long stare.
- >"I'm not sure I could bring myself to do that, Anon."
- "That's why I'm the best."
- >You slam down the mug and leave Joe to his business, setting up the coffee machines for the morning rush.
- >You, however go down into the basement.
- >Unlike most of Canterlot’s underground storage, the basement to Pony Joe's Coffee Shop is decorated quite extravagantly.
- >The walls are covered in high quality wallpaper to prevent dampness, and a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling.
- >Even the skirting board is encrusted with gems of all kinds of colours.
- >She wouldn't have it any other way.
- >You unlock the door and enter.
- >"Hmm? Is it that time already, darling?"
- "Yeah. Time to make the ponuts."
- >The white unicorn that you roused with your entry gets up from her velvet pillow and stretches her forelegs in front of herself.
- >"Ahh... I thought you'd stocked up plenty already, Anon."
- "You know how popular they are, Rarity. Nobody can resist your taste."
- >It's true.
- >Pony Joe's is famous in Canterlot for two things:
- >Coffee
- >And powdered marshmallow assholes.
- >Not that you call them that.
- >Not good for marketing, of course.
- >So ponuts were born.
- >"Do we need filling today?"
- "Do you want to need filling?"
- >Rarity pauses to look at you with a sly grin.
- >"Of course, Darling. I think it really compliments my flavour, don't you?"
- >You smirk at her comment.
- "Yeah. I think we go well together."
- >You drop your trousers and pants to reveal your already expanding girth.
- >Rarity licks her lips and stalks towards you.
- >She knows what to do.
- >With a well practiced stroke, she brings her immaculately manicured hoof to your member.
- >Immediately your nerves are set alight with the texture of her silky smooth coat on your skin.
- >She strokes up and down, long and slow, with the clear intention of exciting you.
- >Soon you reach your full height, and Rarity takes you into her mouth.
- >It's hot and wet - prepared especially for you with Rarity's saliva in anticipation of your entrance.
- >Her expert tongue dances along the underside of your shaft, teasing you in the most delightful ways possible.
- >She starts bobbing her head up and down on your length, keeping a tight seal with her lips so as not to let any of her warm wetness escape.
- >When she decides you're ready, she releases you with a pop.
- >"Ready, dear?"
- "Always, Milady."
- >"I love it when you call me that."
- >Rarity turns around to reveal her prize.
- >Situated just above her dripping slit is the tight ring of bunched muscle that you so desire.
- >Her tail swishes to and fro with excitement for what is coming next.
- >You grasp the purple locks firmly and position yourself for entry.
- >Rarity takes a deep, hissing breath through her teeth as she feels your slickness coating her ponut.
- "Time to make the ponuts."
- >You push yourself into Rarity's asshole, noting the ease at which you glide into her.
- >She's well used to this, having practiced every day to accommodate your girth.
- >Instead of exhibiting any pain, she closes her eyes in bliss and moans into her hoof.
- >Her moans continue as you start to move back and forth.
- >She relishes in the feeling of fullness in her abdomen.
- >"Yessss... Fill me, Anon! Fill me up!"
- >Whenever she gets into it, she loses all semblance of composure.
- >She loves to scream your name as you pound into her.
- >So you'd better not disappoint.
- >You give the lady what she wants by speeding up.
- >The sound of slapping flesh echoes around the basement walls.
- >You can feel her coat briefly on your thighs every time you hilt yourself, which is happening with ever increasing frequency as you thrust into her anus.
- >It teases you and reminds you of the plushness of the pony beneath you.
- >She takes such care of herself usually until you come along.
- >And then you turn her into a dishevelled, quivering mass of marshmallow flesh.
- >It never stops her craving more, however.
- >Over and over you slam your hips against hers.
- >You can feel her tightness wrapped around you in a stifling grip.
- >It milks you on your way out for your seed.
- >And it's doing a good job.
- >You can feel yourself approaching your peak, and soon enough your balls rumble with the familiar feeling of climax.
- >You hilt yourself one last time as you release your load deep into Rarity's intestines.
- >It floods her rectum, spilling out around the seal between your cock and Rarity's anus.
- >Rarity groans with delight as the warmth she feels in her bowels radiates within her, and sets her own orgasm into blossom.
- >"M-marvellous, darling..."
- >You extricate yourself from Rarity's grip with a grunt of exertion.
- "You ready?"
- >"As always."
- >You grab the knife from the wall and the tray from the table.
- >Rarity pokes her white butt in the air, inviting you to finish off what you started.
- >You carefully wiggle the knife between her cheeks and use its tip to make a tiny incision at the edge of Rarity's raised anal sphincter.
- >With one deft motion you slice off a ring of Rarity's anus.
- >Rarity, being a marshmallow food pony, regenerates almost instantaneously.
- >She turns to you with a big smile.
- >"What's taking you so long, Anon?"
- "Just wanted to make sure you savoured it."
- >You waste no time in pleasing the marshmallow pony by slicing off ring after ring of filled ponut holes.
- >Rarity shivers each time, as she takes pleasure in the emulation of being eaten.
- >Such is the life of a food pony.
- >Your seed lies trapped within each of the clenched ponut rings.
- >It's a good thing, too, since it's the secret ingredient that drives ponies wild.
- >Soon enough you have a tray full of puffy, white rings, filled with your cream.
- >Rarity lies, exhausted, but lights up her horn to levitate a powder puff over to you.
- >"And now for the finishing touches."
- >She lightly dusts each ring with the fine sugar, and after she's finished, she takes the time to powder herself.
- >"There. Magnifique."
- "Thanks Rarity. I'm sure these will sell out in no time." You say with a wink.
- >"Oh, I've no doubt about that. I think it's our finest work, yet. In fact, I'm counting on it." She says with another lick of her plump lips.
- >You can feel yourself rising to the challenge of baking once more.
- >But for now you take your spoils upstairs to the shop, quietly proud of the fact that,
- "I made the donuts."
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