Caramel x anyone - Hyper testicles, candy-flavored semen.

Caramel took a deep breath. Okay. So maybe he hadn’t been planning on taking over Pinkie Pie’s shift at Sugarcube Corner today. And maybe he didn’t know the first thing about running a bakery counter. And maybe he hadn’t really been prepared to do anything at all, given that mating season was in full swing and his balls had inflated so much that they dragged on the ground with every step and ached and slosh with every breath he took.

“Mm!” Pinkie Pie said from under the counter . “You taste good! Like, really good!”

“I thought you were supposed to be pretending that you weren’t here!” Caramel hissed, glancing down at Pinkie. “Everypony’s going to hear you!”

“But you taste so sweet!”

“Quiet!”

“Excuse me?”

Caramel quickly stood up straight and plastered a grin on his face. “Hi there, uh, Applejack. How’s it going?”

“Caramel?” Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you work here?”

“Oh, I - oh,” Caramel almost moaned as Pinkie’s lips made contact with his member again. He could feel his pre already leaking out and presumably dribbling into Pinkie’s mouth. She was sucking greedily at his shaft, and it took every ounce of self-control to bring himself back to the present. “Mm. Uh. Yeah. Just started, actually.”

“Uh-huh,” Applejack said. “And what about Pinkie Pie? Ain’t she usually workin’ this time of day?”

“Pinkie Pie is - “ This time, Caramel did moan as Pinkie’s hooves made contact with his enormous, beanbag chair-sized balls. He could feel her massaging them, could feel what felt like an ocean of seed sloshing around inside of them. To his credit, he did manage a quick recovery.

“ - indisposed,” he slurred out as Pinkie’s lips got to the base of his cock. He could see her deepthroating him in his mind’s eye, taking every inch of his generous cock down her throat as she slobbered all over him, precum dripping from the corners of her mouth and down onto his massive, overproductive cum factories.

“Indisposed,” Applejack said flatly. At that point, Caramel felt the tip of his shaft hit the back of Pinkie’s throat and drew a long, shuddering gasp. “Sugarcube, what exactly is going on beneath that counter?”

“N-nothing,” Caramel stuttered. “Nothing at - “

And then his orgasm hit him like a freight train.

A massive glob of cum burst through the top of the countertop as his cock convulsed wildly, shattering the old wood and landing on Applejack’s face with a loud splat. Ropes and ropes of Caramel’s seed filled and soon covered his face, the room, and everything else in it.

A thick strand of cum landed in his open mouth as shocks of pleasure ran up his spine. On reflex, he closed his mouth, tasted, and slowly swallowed. It was sweet, like candy.

Actually it tasted exactly like candy. Caramel shuddered with pleasure as he took gulps and gulps of his own cum, his cock still throbbing and convulsing as he rode out the last throes of his orgasm.

Finally, Pinkie tumbled out from beneath the shattered counter, her belly protruding slightly from beneath her. “Mm!” she said. “Sugary!”

Neither Applejack nor Caramel were in much of a position to disagree.