It was once again sunday in Ponyville, and Spike lay in his basket riffling through the most recent issue of “Horrns” - a unicorn fetish magazine he subscribed to from Canterlot. When he got to the centerfold, he froze as his eyes fell on a gorgeous white unicorn with long slender legs, an elegantly curved body and finely chiseled muzzle. Her sleek light pink mane ended in a stylish set of curls, and her thick well-groomed tail curled at the tip. A fleur-de-lis cutie mark graced her slender well-curved flank, which she flirtatiously presented to the camera.

A few drops of drool escaped Spike’s mouth as his jaw dropped and his tongue fell out of his mouth. He felt his loins stirring down below and quickly pulled his blanket over him in order to hide it, lest Twilight walk in and spot his arousal.

After putting away the magazine and letting his body cool down for a bit, he decided to get out of his basket and go downstairs. Maybe a bit later he’d go see somepony who would be willing to assist in remedying his horniness.

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As usual on Spike’s days off, the main room of the library was a mess. Piles of books littered the floor, and stacks towered everywhere.

Spike could barely make out the tip of Twilight’s horn over a tall stack of obscure history books as he reached the bottom of the stairs, before it once again vanished out of sight, obscured by the books.

“Morning Twilight!” he shouted towards the wall of texts blocking his view of the study area.

Twilight’s horn reappeared momentarily. “Oh, you’re up Spike. Good morning!” came her voice from behind the books.

Spike had just decided to go get himself some breakfast, when the door suddenly burst open.
Turning towards the door, he saw Pinkie Pie standing there, beaming at him with her big round eyes.

“Hi Spike!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Is Twilight here?”

Twilight stepped out from behind her fortress of books.
“Good morning, Pinkie Pie!” she said happily, smiling.
“What brings you here?”

“I came to give you this!” Pinkie Pie replied, producing a pink slip of paper from her mane.
Twilight’s glow grabbed the paper and hovered it in front of her as she read it.

“Oh, you’re throwing a party tonight?” Twilight said.
“What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion!” replied Pinkie Pie. “I just thought we haven’t been spending enough time together lately, so I decided to throw a party and invite all our friends!”

“Now that I think about it, you’re right.” said Twilight. “We haven’t spent as much time together as we used to, have we?”
A smile spread across her face. “Of course I’ll be there!” she continued.

“Oh, and there’s one more thing!” Pinkie Pie burst out, turning to Spike. “Spike, would you like to come with me and help me bake cupcakes?”

“Bake? But I don’t know anything about...” Spike started, before his mind caught up. “Ohh... right... ‘bake’...” he thought, grinning at the cleverness of this allegory.
“Sure, Pinkie Pie! I’d love to!” he said.

“Great!” she said.

After having said goodbye to Twilight and closing the library door behind them, Pinkie Pie turned to Spike.
“Wanna ride?”

Spike wasn’t opposed to the idea. “Sure.” he replied.

Her smile widened. “Hop on then!”

He climbed onto her back and enjoyed the strawberry scent of her mane as it brushed against him on the way to Sugarcube Corner.

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Upon stepping over the threshold at Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie turned around and locked the door behind them.

She turned her head around to Spike, who was still sitting on her back, and said, smiling “Wait here while I get things ready in the kitchen!”.

Spike hopped down from her back and watched her poofy pink tail swaying in front of her rump until she disappeared into the kitchen.
Was she actually going to bake cupcakes?
Nah - she surely wouldn’t need his help for that alone.
After all, she was probably one of the most skilled cupcake-makers in Ponyville.
Could she be planning something kinky?

He sat down and listened to the sound of Pinkie Pie rummaging around in the kitchen.

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A while had passed, and Spike was getting seriously bored when he finally heard Pinkie Pie’s voice calling out from the kitchen.

“I’m ready Spike! You can come in now!” she called.

He got up, very curious as to what she was up to, and headed for the kitchen door.

What he saw when he entered was not what he had expected. Not that he’d really known what to expect - but it sure wasn’t this.

Pots, bowls, measuring jugs and various other pieces of equipment used for baking were lying around the kitchen, having apparently been used recently, and on top of the kitchen counter, next to the sink lay Pinkie Pie on her back, her chest, crotch and inner flanks covered in what appeared to be chocolate cake frosting.

“Come get some, stud-muffin!” she said seductively, staring at him with her sexy bedroom eyes and licking some cake frosting from around her mouth.

Spike felt his nether regions stirring once more.
He climbed onto the counter in front of Pinkie Pie, and pushing aside a bowl of fruit, positioned himself in front of her.

“Lick my frosting!” she ordered him, spreading her hind legs.

He went to work with his tongue, starting with her chest, lapping at the chocolate frosting that covered her fur and savouring its delicious taste - a mixture of strawberries and chocolate.

She closed her eyes, moaning softly as his tongue danced across her chest, ruffling her coat. “Oh yes... that’s it...”

Having more or less cleaned up her chest, he proceeded downwards, playfully stirring the frosting on her inner flank with his tongue before lapping it up, causing her to start moaning louder and breathing heavily in between.

He continued to lick the delicious chocolate from her coat, cleaning up her inner flanks and moving slowly but surely towards her lady bits. A few giggles escaped her in between her moans, as his tongue started tickling her belly and groin area.

As his tongue finally slid across the mound between her legs, tickling her naughty bits, she gave a loud chuckle, clenching her hind legs instinctively as a squirt of fluid escaped her slit.

“Oops!” she giggled, as the now slightly moister dragon continued to lick her.

Lapping up the salty strawberry liquid, Spike slid his tongue into her slit, discovering as he did so that not only was the outside covered in chocolate frosting, but the inside as well.

Pinkie Pie let out a gasp of pleasure, as Spike buried his face in her mound, sucking and licking the wet mixture of chocolate frosting and her juices out of her deepest, most private area. He continued to gobble her moist furry slit until it was depleted of chocolate, whereupon he went on to playfully tease her clitoris with his tongue, gently nibbling on it as he did so.

She was moaning and panting heavily, her entire body quivering with pleasure as he toyed with her most sensitive erogenous zone, letting him know that she was about to climax. Deciding it was time to finish her off, he brought in his hand, rubbing her slippery button violently as he continued to tease it with his mouth.

“Spike! I’m coming! Uhnn~”

As an explosive orgasm hit her, her hind legs involuntarily clenched down hard on Spike, squeezing his face into her crotch as powerful squirts of juices gushed out of her loins and making him gasp for air as he struggled to lap up her secretions faster than she could produce them. After a while, her orgasm subsided, and releasing Spike from the grip of her legs, she flopped down on her back, covered in sweat and breathing heavily, trying to regain her composure.

Spike poked his body in various places, trying to find out if anything was broken. He was dripping wet with Pinkie Pie’s juices, having been unable to consume them quickly enough, and as he looked down he realized that so was Pinkie’s tail, which dangled limply over the edge of the counter, soaking wet.

Having regained some of her strength, Pinkie Pie pushed herself into a sitting position, picking up her soggy tail and wringing it over the sink, after which it sprung back into its usual poofy shape, slightly damp. She then turned to Spike, smiling mischievously, staring at his raging boner which was also soaked in her juices.

“I can see you’re eager to stick it in, but you’ll just have to wait a teensy weensy bit longer.” she said sweetly, reaching towards the bowl of fruit and grabbing a large banana.

As Spike watched, wondering what she was planning next, she slowly pulled down the banana peel, exposing the sweet yellow core within and wrapped her muzzle around it. Instead of biting it off, however, she slid it gently into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue and making it wet with her saliva, before pulling it back out, still in one piece, and handing it to Spike.

She leaned over towards Spike, giving his cheek a sensuous lick and whispering softly into his ear “Pleasure me with it...”, before positioning herself with her back against the wall and spreading her hind legs again.

Spike examined the banana and shrugged.
He bent down in front of Pinkie Pie, and parting her labia gently with his claws, slid the tip of the banana inside her.

She bit her lip softly in response to the sensation of the slippery yellow fruit entering her.
“Push...” she instructed him, half moaning and half whispering.

He gave the soft fruit a slight push, sliding it even further inside, almost disappearing into her entirely. Taking a wild guess at what she wanted next, he pulled it almost all the way back out, gently to avoid it breaking, before slowly sliding it back in.

“Uhhh... yes! Faster!” she moaned.

“But won’t that cause it to break?” asked Spike.

“Just... uh! Do it!” she gasped.

He shrugged again and increased his pace, sliding the banana in and out of her at greater speed than before, soon causing it to crumble to mush inside her.

“It crumbled inside you...” he explained, giving a sigh of resignation.

“Good...” she replied, then continued “Now you can stick yours in!”.

“Eh?” Spike wondered, raising an eyebrow at Pinkie Pie.
This was novel, but then again, he reminded himself once again, it was Pinkie Pie.

He positioned himself in front of her, rubbing the tip of his dick against the wet slippery fur of her crotch, and with a gentle push slid it inside, plowing through the banana sludge inside and causing some of it to drip out onto the counter.

As he thrust in, even more of the yellow goo oozed out and slid down his balls. The sensation of the warm gooey substance squeezing around his dick filled him with immense pleasure. He started to thrust in and out, biting his lip to contain his orgasm, and enjoying the sloppy sounds of his banana-covered balls slapping against Pinkie Pie’s furry mound.

He could hear her moans grow in intensity over time as he shoved his throbbing rod into her hard over and over again. Remembering his previous success with this, he placed his hands on her flanks and started to gently rub her balloons while continuing his thrusts. This seemed to work, as her moans intensified once again, but after a while the moans stopped, prompting Spike to open his eyes to see what was wrong.

Pinkie Pie stared back at him innocently, her muzzle covered in chocolate frosting.
“Wuf? Fhechs makefh me hunfrhy!” she mumbled, chewing noisily on a slice of cake.

Spike said nothing. “She’s just being Pinkie Pie.” he reminded himself, closing his eyes as he rammed his cock into her harder than before, knocking the breath out of her, and causing her to spray his face with cake crumbs.

He went on to massage her cutie marks harder than before, occasionally teasing them gently with the tip of his claw.

She let out a gasp of pleasure as his thrusts increased in force, dropping the remains of the cake over the edge of the counter, where it splattered onto the floorboards below.

Finally, she climaxed, and he felt her banana-filled cunt clenching down on his pulsating member, massaging him with each convulsion and causing more of the thick yellow goo to squirt out onto his balls.

With one final massive thrust, he rammed into her as he too came with the force of a thousand elephants and heard himself let out a loud moan as he emptied his missile tanks into her banana-filled cunt.

He then collapsed onto her chest, and they lay there panting for several minutes, feeling the warmth and throbbing of each other’s body.

After a while, Pinkie Pie opened her eyes again.
“Don’t pull out yet.” she said, adding “Grab hold of my rump, and don’t let go.”

She turned herself around carefully, to allow him to get a hold on her, and once she was certain he could hang on, stood up on the counter, lifting him up with her, his now rapidly softening cock still inside.

She walked carefully over to a large glass bowl on the other end of the kitchen counter, straddling it with her hind legs.

“Are you able to pee inside me?” she asked him.

Spike thought about it, and realized he did have to pee a bit. “Probably.” he replied.

“Good! I’ve been holding it in all day for this! We’ll go together!” she said cheerfully.

He felt her pussy squeezing him for a bit, before a warm stream urine encompassed his cock, flowing down his balls and into the bowl below. Relaxing his muscles, he started to relieve his bladder inside her. The flow of their urine flushed out what was left of the banana and chocolate frosting, filling the air with a mixed scent of strawberries, banana and urine.

For over a minute, they went on, savouring the delightful warmth of each other’s urine mixing together and flowing into the bowl. Pinkie Pie went on for a while after Spike ran out of juice, before slowing to a drip and finally stopping.

“Whew! That felt good!” she exclaimed cheerfully, bouncing happily up and down as she moved away from the bowl.

Spike released his grip and dropped back onto the counter, pulling his dick along with him.

“Let’s go have a bath!” suggested Pinkie Pie, realizing that her fur was all sticky due to the chocolate residue still left in it.

“Yeah.” Spike agreed. He too was sticky and gooey all over, and felt like he could really use a bath right now.

“Hop on my back!” Pinkie Pie said, adding in a giggle “We don’t want you leaving mucky footprints all over the house, now do we?”.

He climbed onto her back once again and held on as she hopped down from counter, landing on the floor with a splat as one of her hooves squashed what was left of the cake slice.

“Yuck!” she exclaimed, shaking the remains of the cake off her hoof, before heading for the door.

After bringing them up to the bathroom, Pinkie Pie prepared a bath, and they both soaked in the warm water, relaxing and regaining their strength for the upcoming party.

TO BE CONTINUED...