Story Four - Big Mac's First Hotdog

Sat on the counter of Sugarcube Corner, you find yourself covered in sticky, sweet red ketchup. Behind you, the pink-maned and coated mare, Pinkie Pie, hums a familiar tune to herself as she cleans up the remains of her latest efforts in the kitchen.

You found yourself wondering why she had put you aside on the counter, so proud of her creation, smothered in her favourite condiment, ready for the pretty pink lips of the mare to be wrapped around you, anticipating seeing the delight in her bright blue eyes as she takes you in.

The bell above the door rings, and you see a towering and muscular draft-stallion walk into the bakery wearily, yolk around his neck pulling at his wet mane. He awkwardly runs a hoof through the blonde mess and notices you, eyeing you on the table, forest-green eyes scanning your length, assessing your girth - almost drooling out of hunger at your scent. A few seconds later, Pinkie Pie appears, throwing her forelegs around the stallion’s neck and smothering his face in kisses, making you somewhat jealous.

“Uh, Pinkie, whut’s that?” his smooth country voice asks, whilst he raises a massive hoof in your direction.

“It’s a tofu-dog!” she exclaims, trotting over to you, “Want to try some?”

“Sure.” he replies with a nod, watching her pick you up between her gentle pink lips. You adore the sensation of being in her mouth, her teeth gently gripping you without breaking your skin, tongue unable to help but lick a small amount of the ketchup from your tip. The sensation of the mare’s tiny, agile pink tongue against you is almost enough to send you over the edge in it’s self, until you notice what’s about to happen.

“So... do ah just suck on it? It looks... it looks kinda like a... well, y’know whut.”

Pinkie bounces on the spot in confirmation, making you bob up and down in her mouth, a small amount of ketchup falling from you and splattering on the floorboards.

Macintosh inches his large, wide tongue out of his mouth, and she stands on the tips of her hooves to place you on it. Immediately, the stallion slurps at you, rough tongue giving you a whole new sensation. He releases you for a moment, trying to decide whether he likes the ketchup, before ducking his head once more to Pinkie’s level and taking you into his mouth proper.

Pinkie giggles as the stallion takes most of you quite easily, a ring of ketchup un-noticeable on his similarly coloured lips. He pulls back again, allowing you to once more flop out, completely naked of the tangy tomato sauce, making the pink mare holding you laugh. In her giggles, Pinkie drops you onto the floor, covered in the mud and mess of a day at a busy bakery.
“Shoot. Ah think Ah was gettin’ the hang of that.”

“Mhmm, you were! Do you want to try another?” she asks, after excitedly licking the sauce from her lips, “I’ve got more... Upstairs, in my room...”

Macintosh tilts his head, obviously wondering why Pinkie would have more hot-dogs in her bedroom, whilst the mare bounds towards a set of stairs in the room behind the counter.

“Eeyup.” he responds finally, having thought about Pinkie’s actions, before following her, leaving you alone on the floor to be cleaned up later.