Cup Cake (finished alternative)

"Here you are, dearie! Have a nice day" Cup Cake says cheerfully as she finishes ringing up yet another customer. Her cheer isn't feigned either; Sugarcube Corner is doing very well for itself lately, thanks largely to their latest creation, a unique type of cupcake that all of Ponyville is raving about: the Decadent Delight. Every batch tends to be sold out within a couple hours out of the oven, and recently the Cake's have been getting an awful lot of questions about just what makes them so amazing. But beyond saying that the key of the new flavor lies in a secret ingredient, they aren't telling.

Looking up at the clock in the corner, Mrs. Cake notices that it's just about time to begin the next batch. Handing the front counter duty over to Pinkie for the time being, she heads into the kitchen, where she finds you sitting on a chair in the corner and reading a magazine. "Alright, it's that time of the day again hon! Ready to do your part?" Nodding, you close your magazine and follow her back into the stoage room, being sure to shut the door behind you; it wouldn't do for any customers to overhear anything.

Almost as soon as you turn around, Mrs. Cake makes her move. Rushing forward eagerly, she pushes your pants down in one smooth motion - she has plenty of experience in getting them off, now - opens her mouth, and descends on your cock. It's time to get some more 'secret ingredient,' and Cup Cake is one of those lucky few ponies who isn't just good at her job; she loves it. Under the skilled ministrations of her tongue, you're hard as a rock in no time. You sigh, running your hands gently through her hair in appreciation as she bobs up and down on your length.

God, you love Equestria; name another place where you can get the most amazing blowjobs of your life every day, and get PAID for it. Pony fluids, as it turned out, were actually rather fruity and sweet by human standards. Correspondingly, the thick, rich, salty flavor of your own cum was a complete surprise to them. You were initially apologetic... until you realized that not only do ponies not mind the taste, they absolutely love it. You still remember the first time Pinkie had tried to cook some of your jizz into a cupcake (you swear, that girl will eat anything): after one taste, she spent the rest of the day putting you into the hospital foor dehydration treatment. Still, it'd been worth it, and before too long Sugarcube Corner had debuted its latest sensation.

Without stopping, Cup Cake looks up at you and smiles as best she can around your thick cock. She loves watching your face as she sucks you; teasing little reactions out you has become one of the highlights of her day, and you know she gets off on your arousal just as much as you do. Pulling back, she gives your shaft a few quick pumps with her forehooves as her mouth goes to work on the head, alternating between sucking and licking. You groan; she's gotten VERY good at this. She can't say anything of course, but seems to flush slightly in triumph at the sound. Lowering her legs to the floor once more, she readies herself.

A quick wink is all the warning you get before she lunges forward, deep-throating your entire length.

You gasp at the hot wet tightness of her throat, heroically trying to hold out, but it's no use; she wins this round. Her hips instinctively lunge forward as your dick jerks, and you cum hard. Even despite the haze of satisfaction in her mind, she's ready, and with a deft movement pulls back off your length and raises a large bowl, steadying your cock with one hoof as you blow your sizable load into the container. Exhausted but satisfied, you sink to the floor as Mrs. Cake giggles. "Oh, good job dearie! It looks like this batch will be a big one. You just go ahead and rest up; Pinkie will take care of you again in a few hours."

After taking some time to compose yourself, you head back into the kitchen and sit down with your magazine again. Mrs. Cake has just finished the latest batch it seems, and brought them up front for the next impatient customer. Hearing their voice, you look up.

"Well it's about time!" The cyan pegasus complains. "I've been waiting forever! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love these things. But seriously... what's in 'em, Pinkie? I've never had anything like this, it's driving me crazy trying to figure it out."

The pink party pony looks around, making sure she and Dash are the only ones in the room before she leans forward conspiratorially, an unusually serious look on her face. "You really wanna know, Dashie?"

"Yeah, Pinks. Come on, you can tell me." You sit up slighly, alarmed. She isn't really going to... is she...?

"Well Dashie, if you must know, the secret ingredient..." Your breath catches in your throat.

"... is love!" Pinkie begins with a giggle that quickly turns into a full fledged laugh. She falls on the ground, still laughing, as Rainbow Dash merely shakes her head at her friend's antics.

"Pinkie Pie... you are so random."