Pinkie's lip trembled. Her eyes widened. Her mouth felt dry. She opened it and lapped out her tongue.

Ahhh, frosting.

The creamy vanilla frosting coated the spoon so nicely. She dragged her tongue across its surface. The white substance stuck upon her tongue, lighting up her senses. But all too soon, it was done. Pinkie pouted. She put down the spoon into the soapy water.

That's right. She was cleaning up.

Mr. Cake popped in. ''Pinkie? What are you doing?''

''Umm, nothing. Just dishes.''

''You seemed very focus on that spoon.''

''Yeah, it's just...very dirty.''

''Okay.'

Author's Notes:

Her breath quickened. Her muscles tensed. Her pupils dilated. Her back arched. Her loins moistened...

Thanks go to Grey Faerie, whose OTP may or not by DiscoPie. Go give her page a visit!