Canterlot looked a heck of a lot sunnier with the semester over.

Twilight Sparkle fell into her usual careful step by the edge of the sidewalk as Twinkleshine bounced along the sidewalk beside her. The other mare's long pink locks flounced and curled in the warm summer air, betraying their owner's carefree nature. Twinkleshine herself had a smile for every pedestrian, a grin for every street corner, and a gaggle of giggles for each fire hydrant and street sign they passed.

Twilight herself, however, didn't quite have sunbeams emanating from her face.

"Oh, no," she mumbled, eyes frantically searching over a test she'd already handed in. "And number sixteen—what if the answer was actually D? Professor Moonwing would never let me hear the end of it!"

Beside her, Twinkleshine rolled her eyes in frustration and scoffed. "Puh-lease," she said. "The only thing Professor Moonwing is never going to let go is how much better you did on the test than the rest of us. You and Moo-oo-oondancer," she added sullenly, with an exaggerated flutter of her eyelashes.

"Oh, but he'll just be so disappointed in me!" Twilight said. Her hands flew to her mouth, eyes widening and blouse flattening beneath her forearms. "Oh, what if I didn't write my essay correctly! Or if I miswrote Gant's Theorem! Or—"

She found herself stopped in place by a finger pressed firmly against her muzzle. Twilight blinked, then glanced up as a bemused-looking Twinkleshine tapped her fingertip against the top of Twilight's snout.

The "boink boink boink" noises might have been a bit much.

"C'mon, Sparkle," Twinkle said, rolling her eyes again. She smirked, and winked down at her flustered friend. "Keep it together. The semester is over—you're free!"  She illustrated by waving her arms out wide.  "Free!"

"For now," Twilight grumped. But something about Twinkleshine's attitude was contagious, in a way. She was sure she wasn't going to stop worrying until they actually got their final grades back—which she'd obviously totally failed, a slimy squirming in her gut told her—but for the moment, at least, she was out of the testing hall, back in the Canterlot sun, and damn it, it was summertime.

"Eh?" Twinkleshine raised an eyebrow, and plucked her finger away. "You good?"

Twilight heaved a sigh and nodded shyly. "I'm good," she said. She offered Twinkle a wan smile.

"Good," Twinkle said happily. "Because I just heard about this new donut place that opened downtown, and I've just been dying to go."

"Donuts?" Twilight said, blinking. Twinkleshine had started bouncing forwards again, and Twilight had to pick up her pace to match her friend's longer stride. Tall, slender, and busty to a fault, Twinkleshine's stallion-killing looks were an impressive match to her grades at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, though she did wind up coming to Twilight for study tips more often than not. "Are you sure that's the...healthiest...option?"

Twinkleshine snorted. "Really? Twi, I've seen what you snack on when you're on a studying binge." Blushing, Twilight opened her mouth to respond, but Twinkleshine's wagging finger stopped her yet again. "Nuh-uh, filly. We're going to go and get good and loaded up on sugar, and that's that." A sideways smirk caught Twilight's eye, and Twinkleshine winked again, something mischievous glittering in her gaze. "Plus, I've heard that the baker has some kind of special surprise, too."

Twilight took a breath. "Okay, fine," she said. She felt her shoulders relaxed, and gave her friend a smile. "Let's go give it a sample." Something prodded at the back of her mind, warning her about Twinkleshine's winks, but the rest of her wasn't listening.

Besides, all of her knew she'd be going anyway.

"Great!" Twinkleshine squealed. Before Twilight knew it, Twinkle had grabbed her by the wrist, fingers tightening close against Twilight's fur before tugging her forward. "Because it's right down the block!"

The glass door to Donut Joe's chimed gaily as they entered, the warm, golden light of the bakery's interior welcoming them inside with a hint of the mouthwatering aroma of students' delight: fried fat and sugar. Twilight blinked past her muzzle at the array of tables and seats around them. The interior was tastefully decorated, with a modern-styled kind of aesthetic layered over each light and furniture piece.

It wasn't hard to see why Twinkleshine had heard that the shop was so popular. Customers of every kind had flocked to the donut joint, evidently—just from the front door, Twilight vaguely recognized a few other students from Celestia's School crowding out the counter. They weren't the only clientele, though. Older mares and stallions alike dotted the room, newspapers and purses sitting patiently atop wax-shined tables as their owners snacked on fat, ripe-looking donuts.

Twilight felt her mouth begin to water automatically at the very sight of them. Then, the scent hit her full force a moment later, the first gasp a mere trifle in comparison: a rich, creamy smell that she could almost call a musk, so deeply did it fill her lungs. She took a deep breath, feeling her toes curl as the sugary, flavorful scent consumed her senses...along with a tinge of something...else.

"Wow," Twinkle squealed beside her. "Look at the display, Twi! Don't they look gorgeous?"

They did indeed. Twilight licked her lips, wary of drool forming as she eyed the donuts almost lustfully. Her tummy growled, and she was reminded with a sharp pang of hunger that it'd been at least nine hours since she'd last eaten anything other than her own stress. Final exams didn't exactly hand out snack bags, and of course she'd forgotten to bring an apple or sandwich. Surely a few sugary treats couldn't hurt too badly, right?

Something moved behind the counter, and Twilight's eyes followed it, drawn to the motion. Her gaze darted up to meet the warm, stubbled face of the stallion she could only assume was Donut Joe himself. It even said so on his apron's name tag...an apron, which she noted, blinking rapidly in confusion, did not seem to have anything beneath it at all.  Was her jaw dropping?  It was dropping, she was certain, but couldn't seem to spare the focus to close her muzzle.

The stallion's shoulders were broad and bare, their well-muscled surface gleaming as if oiled by a doting masseuse. Biceps and triceps glistened and shifted beneath Joe's immaculate coat, his fur buffed to a gleaming shine all the way down past his armpits...and his big, round pecs (the sides of which, some rational part of Twilight's mind noted, were not even slightly covered by his apron—and the nipples of which could be seen perfectly protruding against the fabric). Even his...oblique muscles, the part of her that had stored all of Anatomy 201’s study guides informed her, showed clearly around the trimmed hem of his apron, flexing and rippling in the flattering bakery light.

And below that—

Twilight gaped even wider. The bottom of Donut Joe's apron didn't even reach his knees—at least, not of the way. Instead, its downward drape was rudely interrupted by a thick, black pillar of meat rising straight upward into the air. It was a bare, unleashed cock—and a rather impressively large one at that. Twilight felt her crotch moisten at the sight, her breath fluttering as she took in the heavy pair of testes draped against Joe's thick, well-built legs. Each one was easily the size of a large grapefruit, but Joe's stallionhood was far the more impressive—and obscene. It stretched far past the level of his big, rounded stomach, which poked firmly against the thin canvas of his apron showing exactly how many of his own baker’s dozens he’d sampled; it pushed firmly through the cleavage of his pecs, well-rounded by likely years of training; it even passed his chin, its girthy, curved flare ending directly in his...

...mouth.

A sputtered, choking sound slipped up through Twilight's throat, whether from shock or protest, she couldn't quite tell. It faded into the soft, slurping schlick-schlick of saliva against flesh, the bobbing rhythm of Joe's steady muzzle letting his lips slap against his thick shaft. His maw worked hungrily around the lewd girth of his member, each loving lap of his tongue around its flare sending clearly obvious shivers of pleasure through his beefy body. Both of his strong, workpony's hands were wrapped firmly around the base, his sausage-thick fingers clenched tight just beneath the clean black shine of his medial ring.

Over and over Joe's cheeks bulged, his throat swallowing around the girthy meat of his stallionhood. Feeling disjointed, as though she was alone seeing this, Twilight's eyes bulged, and she felt herself grow faint as the steady, rhythmic slapping of Joe's cantaloupe-sized nuts against his thighs sounded in her ears. Each echo rang as blood rushed into her eardrums, each strike of his plump, overripe orbs sloshing the contents within.

Emission, some part of her noted, that same part that hadn’t been able to resist labelling every last tendon on the back of her hand while she’d stared at it during her exams. The stallion was approaching it - and fast. Thick, corded muscles trembled and clenched as Joe's lips wrapped tightly around his flare, the hackles of his neck rising as, for a split second, his entire body curved into an arc.

Her scientific sensitivity twitched. Ejaculatory process begins.

It began with a bulge at the bottom of his shaft—and then, as that bulge travelled upward, Twilight caught an unmistakably thick, masculine scent in her nostrils. Joe groaned, then grunted, his hips bucking to thrust his two-foot endowment further down his throat. His neck worked around his length, esophageal muscles working to gulp around his quivering length with each massive dollop of spunk his presumable orgasm was dumping down into his stomach.

Expulsion continues.

But he didn't hold it there long, no. With grace befitting a magician, and the ease of a practiced artisan, Donut Joe slipped his spasming cock from his lips and slapped a donut on top of it. The fried pastry slipped easily over his flare, a pre-drilled hole in its side gaping hungrily above his mid-splurt cockslit. Joe grunted again, his beautiful, great pecs bouncing and clenching, as each steady thrust of his hips pumped the donut full of—Twilight guessed—his thick, creamy baby batter.

After a full five seconds of jizzing into the pastry, Joe grunted a final time, twisted the donut in his grip, and popped it off the end. His cock shuddered twice more, just weakly enough for Joe to catch the final two ropes of of cum in a neat little spiral atop the glazed chocolate frosting.

… Afterglow?

With one hand, he gently placed the oozing donut atop a clean, white plate; with the other, he clicked a small metal bell-ringer. It clinged! and dinged! happily, leaving a smile twitching Joe’s lips as an eager customer gallopped up to the counter.

“Order up,” Joe said. He winked knowingly down at the smaller stallion and reached for a hand-towel from a rather impressive stack behind the counter. The customer, a dusky grey unicorn with a deep green mane, nodded gratefully and scampered off with his prize. Joe chuckled and moved to polish his still-dripping knob like a barkeep with a fresh glass, the towel mopping up any of the leftover cum and saliva from his dripping shaft. With a spark of Joe’s horn, the spooge-soaked towel tossed itself into a hamper, vanishing out of sight below the counter.

Even as Twilight watched, her jaw still agape in what was definitely horror and, she assured herself, in no way awe, Donut Joe levitated another fresh-frosted donut from a tray and laid it neatly atop the counter. His stallionhood still rock-hard, and his balls still huge and ripe with evident seed, he winked at the next customer in line, licked his lips, and dove right back down.

Forget afterglow.  What about the refractory period?

Twilight's mouth worked uselessly as the noisily wet smacking sounds of self-fellation filled filled the air. It was a few moments before she was able to reboot her essential mental processes.

"But—" She stumbled, blinking rapidly. "Why—how—"

"Huh," Twinkleshine said beside her. "Exotic."

"Exotic?" Twilight rounded on her, her own eyes wide and frenzied. "Twinkle, the owner is nude! Naked! Performing sexual acts in the middle of this bakery!" She only realized at the end to lower her voice to a harsh whisper, but received a few knowing, smirking looks from the customers sitting around them all the same. A few beads of sweat shone from her forehead beneath the cheery gold lights hanging from the rafters.

"Yeah," Twinkle said with a hopeful sigh. She peered over Twilight's shoulder and waggled her eyebrows. "It's kinda hot, isn't it?"

Twilight's hands flew to her forehead. "I—hot? Twinkle, this isn't okay!"

"Why not?" Twinkle jerked a thumb toward the nearest table and nodded. A trio of mares held a set of plump, well-stuffed donuts in their hands. A series of near-orgasmic moans reached Twilight's ears, and she watched the mares with abject horror as they munched down messily on their treats, thighs enthusiastically rubbing together beneath their skirts as plump ropes of "cream" dripped down their chins on onto their busts. Two tables behind them, a chubby stallion lay back in his seat and grunted pleasurably, one hand patting his wobbling, stuffed gut in utter delight as the remnants of six plates' worth of donuts flecked his white-splattered lips.

Twinkle caught Twilight's wandering eye and raised an eyebrow. "Happy customers," she said, winking. "Just like we'll be once we sample those delicious-looking donuts."

"Delicious? They're filled with bodily fluids!" Twilight massaged her temples as the world seemed to come unhinged around her. She turned away from the assemblage of customers—only to find her field of view assaulted once more by the huge, buff (in both senses of the word) form of Joe himself. He'd just finished off another donut it seemed, and she could hear his basketball-sized nuts (when had they grown bigger? she wanted to scream) slapping against his chiseled thighs with each practiced pump of his hips. "That can't be sanitary!"

"Actually, uh, miss, it’s CFDA-approved."

Twilight turned to face the source of the voice, aligning her mental crosshairs; Twinkleshine, too, moved to see the newcomer. A grey-coated unicorn grinned at them from the other side of one of the counter chairs, one of his elbows planted onto the table. He had a half-eaten donut clutched in one of his hands.  She had a sanitation speech to blurt out at him - but decided that she might as well let him speak. Of course, she thought grimly, he’d better have his facts right and ready to cite to her face.

"Oh, hey!" Twinkleshine smiled prettily at him, tilting her head to one side. "You a regular here?"

The stallion paused and swallowed the bite of donut he'd been chewing. "Oh, yeah," he said, shifting his donut to his other palm and offering Twilight his hand. "Name's Adeste. I come here all the time."

Twilight twitched, her ears flattening out to the sides, and didn't take his hand. She just kind of stared at it, noting exactly where a few droplets of "cream" had managed to cling to it like glue.  Thick.  Turgid.  Personalized glue. Her conscious mind still refused to call the stuff by its right name, hoping, perhaps that if she failed to do so, it would somehow cease to be.

The unicorn chuckled awkwardly, and withdrew his hand. Taking another bite, he added through a mouthful of donut, "You guys here for the first time?"

"Pretty much," Twinkle chirped brightly. "Why, you have any recommendations?"

Twinkleshine! Twilight's mind wailed, but her vocal chords absolutely refused to cooperate.

"Do I!" The stallion grinned, showing off his "cream"-stained teeth, and swallowed. "Everything's good, but you've just gotta try the Ultra-Creme Filler. They'll fill you up really nicely—but still leave you hungry for more." He belched, one hand going down to pat his stomach through his vest. Her nose wrinkled automatically, her lungs already filling with a smell that she couldn’t quite place, but was rapidly realizing was all around her. With a nervous twitch, Twilight registered, as if for the first time, just how many of the ponies in here had to have the baker's...produce in their bellies. Warm, filling, sloshy, musky...

Something in her expression must have showed through, because Adeste flashed a grin at her directly and held up a pacifying hand. "Seriously," he said. "Joe's a dang good baker, and those creme fillings?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her, and winked in Twinkleshine's direction. "I mean, c'mon. Look at the guy. I don't know a pony in here who would mind having a slice of that beefcake all to them—"

"Okay," Twilight said, quickly—"that's quite enough. Thank you, really, so much, for your recommendation." Turning swiftly toward Twinkleshine, she clutched her friend by the shoulders and muttered, "And I really, really think we should go."

"Twilight!" Twinkle hissed, shocked. "Rude much? C'mon! We just got here! I am not walking out of her without sampling a Donut Joe donut." She pouted, flouncing her wobbling bust in Twilight's direction.

Twilight flushed, and glanced away as her feelings churned around in the pit of her belly. "Look," she hissed back. "I am not entirely convinced that this whole thing isn't just some front for some bizarre kind of body-worship cult, and—"

"Actually," Adeste interjected happily, "they just taste really good." He smacked his lips appreciatively.

"Thank you for that," Twilight coughed. She felt one of her eyes widening and the other contracting in little trembles. "But—"

"Come on, Twi." Twinkleshine's eyes glittered down at her as her trembling, well-practiced puppy-dog face slid right over her muzzle. "Please? It's not every day I ask you to try new things."

"I—"

Twinkle's lower lip wobbled pathetically.

"Gah!" Twilight spat. "Fine!"  Her weakness to the Face defeated her yet again. She blamed Shiny...whom she did not want to think about in this context!

Twinkleshine pumped her fist. "Yes!"

"You ladies waitin'?" a low, baritone voice boomed out. Twilight turned, blinking, and saw Donut Joe himself looking idly their way. Yes, of course, Twilight thought.  The perfect explosion on this alchemical stew of Wrong. "You just hang tight an' decide whatcha'd like; I'll get to you next." He turned back to his current customer, a well-proportioned mare who seemed to be on the cusp of ordering a full baker's dozen of fresh donuts for herself. Or perhaps the rump roast.

Twilight sighed heavily in defeat. "...I know I'm going to regret this somehow," she mumbled. Still, she didn't resist when Twinkleshine grabbed her by the wrist and heaved her over to the display case, giggling with obvious glee every bouncing step of the way. Is it proper for victors to gloat this much? Twilight wondered. But then again, she reminded herself, this was Twinkleshine.

It was, Twilight had to admit to herself, at least an interesting academic exercise in trying new things. A…a venture!  If it made her feel better—and it did, very slightly—she could think of herself as a test subject for a particularly risque culinary experiment. It definitely helped that the establishment was, according to the stallion they’d met and the sticker on the front of the store (she’d double-checked), CFDA-approved. If she was going to be...fed...from Donut Joe’s great, throbbing stallionhood, at least she could rest assured that the Canterlot Food & Drink Agency had wrapped it neatly and hygienically in red tape.  

How had they tested that?

Thinking about hygiene made her think about biology, which reminded of the final she’d just finished—and the crawling, aching hunger in her belly. Patting her middle with a palm as it begged for a proper feeding, Twilight winced at the audible gurgle, then turned to look down at the goods available in the display.

The standard donuts were there, of course: chocolate-frosted, glazed, apple cider, Buckston-creme…although Twilight was fairly certain that the white florets dotting the chocolate frosting and oozing from the sides of the jumbo-sized eclair weren’t exactly frosting themselves. She gave the display a sniff, and nodded to herself when a musky, irrefutably masculine scent met her nose.

If she were perfectly honest with herself...something about the whole thing was fast becoming strangely exciting for her. It was...a rush of sorts, one that sent all sorts of sensations, welcome and unwelcome alike, running through her loins. It was wrong and bizarre and crude, there was no doubt about that—but oh, there was just his overwhelming sense of taboo to it, and she couldn’t help but feel a tiny thrill of eagerness in the back of her throat as she contemplated eating just one of those eclairs. It was almost a want greater than hunger, she thought with an awkward wince, to feed messily upon one of those treats.

In here. Out in public. Or even on the walk home. Where everypony could see her. With “cream” oozing down her face…

Biting her lip and sucking on it lightly, Twilight felt a heat growing between her legs. She squeezed her thighs a bit more closely together, putting pressure on her crotch as a tiny slick of moistness dripped down her insides. She struggled helplessly to resist a blush as she watched Donut Joe’s hefty, meaty endowment bounce and flex behind the counter, the muscular stallion’s beef-packed frame impossible to ignore with even a semi-transparent layer of glass between them. Excuses about lenses and refraction spun in her mind, but the only conclusion her usually sharp mind could come up with was: Yum.

It was...invigorating, really. She had her own not precisely darker doubts about Twinkleshine—that mare went to far too many parties—but Twilight Sparkle herself was a true, honest-to-Celestia virgin. While she’d not quite solidified that kinds of ponies she was attracted to (barring a very embarrassing incident at a school dance six years prior), standing mere feet away from such a lewd, virile, and shameless display of masculinity was proving to be quite...informative.

Without really thinking about it, she adjusted her glasses for a better look and made a soft hmm that perhaps only Twinkleshine would notice.

For goodness’ sake, the girth of that thing alone would have been near-impossible for her to manage by herself. But Joe wasn’t just sucking himself off; he was deepthroating it, gulping down nearly a foot of his own giant cock with each steady bob of his head. From a standing parallel position! His rough-cut mane, swept back beneath his chef’s cap, nevertheless bounced and waved with the sinusoid motion of his body, his entire physique flexing in time with each swallow of his member.

It wasn’t, she noticed, even all that lewd. Sure, she thought, her cheeks flushing, it was incredibly inappropriate, all things considered...but, once she got past the mental block of “massive donut baker fellating himself behind the counter,” it honestly did seem quite professional. His wide, girthy flare fit snugly inside his muzzle, his lips curled protectively to prevent even a drop of precious semen from escaping. Certainly, there was an aesthetic to it, but it was the aesthetic of a professional, with pride in his work perhaps greater than that he had for his prick.

Not a single twitch of his body was wasted: every thrust of his hips sent his cock delving back the same depth into his throat, his eyes keeping calmly closed as he brought himself to a routine orgasm. Elegant, really. Efficient. He wasn’t even masturbating—when she’d seen his hands resting on the base of his shaft, she’d failed to realize that they were keeping it steady, with a pair of latex gloves keeping them sanitary and separate. No—it was his pecs, this wonderfully enormous, bulging basketballs of meat that masturbated his throbbing shaft through the clean white fabric of his apron, his bouncing pecs jerking off his member with each flex, even as his soft, round paunch stimulated the shaft as the two smooshed together.

How many times did he do this a day? She felt almost dazed at the idea—that a stallion could cum so many times every day, in such massive volumes—and with such regularity that he could have the whole thing down to a science! No wonder he was so deliciously idealized in various contours! Every time she caught so much as a drop of white dripping down the side, a thick, strong tongue flicked out to catch it, the entire motion so clean and diligent and measured that she couldn’t help but imagine that tongue curled sensually around her clit, lapping up each precise ounce of her sexual fluids as she panted and squirmed and moaned—

Twilight abruptly tore herself from her lusty reverie with a searing blush. Coughing awkwardly, she quickly checked whether Twinkleshine had noticed her ogling. Thankfully—or perhaps irritatingly—she saw that Twinkle was all but drooling after the slab of scantily-clad beef before them as well. The other mare was actually kneading her pendulous bust almost teasingly, her eyes wide and her cheeks hot as she watched Joe finish off into a plump-looking donut. Each jerk of his hips, each slap of his hefty nuts, each muffled grunt of professional, culinary, protocol-oriented pleasure was like music to Twilight’s ears, the wetness between her legs only growing as she realized that, not only could she see Twinkleshine staring at Joe’s gloriously nude form, but everypony else could too.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of voyeurism, and an eon of hunger, she realized that it was their turn to order. The space between them and the register was empty—and Joe himself was staring down at them with a smile in his eyes and his erection—how was it still hard?—prodding against his chin.

“Hey, lil’ ladies,” he said. His voice was gravelly: deep, and yet warm at the same time. “What can ol' Joe do for ya?”

“I’ll have the Ultra Creme Filler!” Twinkleshine said. Joe nodded, and his eyes slid to Twilight.

Twilight shrank back a bit, blushing, quivering a bit. “Um,” she said, hoping that he wouldn’t notice just how tightly her legs were pressed together, or how wet her crotch was growing. “I’ll, um, try that too?” Her scent—Twinkleshine had been half right; Twilight knew that she could smell herself when she got a little bit...excited—couldn't be noticeable in this environment, could it?

“You got it,” Joe rumbled. “Thirteen bits for the pair.”

“My treat,” Twinkle said. She got out a purse and rustled through it before shooting a wide grin to Twilight. “I’m just glad I managed to yank you out of your room at all.”

“Heh.” Twilight tried to smirk as Donut Joe swept up the bits. “I don’t think I’m regretting that choice.”

“So what have you been doing at that desk of yours, mm?” Twinkleshine asked as they slipped into a tight corner booth. “Cooped up in your room all day, shades drawn—Moondancer tells me that you’re usually up a whole two hours after she’s in bed.”

Twilight took a moment to process the question, and realized that she was staring past Twinkleshine’s shoulder, over to where a particularly tall, busty mare was taking a big bite of a Creme Filler of her own. A huge flood of “cream” gushed from the pastry as her teeth broke the exterior; the mare actually moaned, unrestrained in her passion, squeezing her arms together as long, heavy strands of Joe’s...produce oozed down her chin, pooling in the space between her ample cleavage and leaving her low-neckline shirt damp and sticky with the mess.

With a quick twitch of her head, Twilight yanked her gaze back toward Twinkleshine and away from imagining herself... No!

“Sorry?” she said with a sheepish grin, the other mare sliding back into focus. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I only mean that even you can only study so much.” Twinkleshine’s smile was wicked, her tone full of implication. Mischief glittered in those big, blue eyes. “Whatcha doin’ in there, Twi? ‘Dancer told me that she hasn’t seen any stallions in and out of the room, so maybe there’s a hidden drawer of magazines in your dresser?” Her eyebrows waggled suggestively. “Big, sexy colts—or maybe a mare or two? I don’t judge.”

“What—“ Twilight tried to say, but Twinkleshine was a mare with the force of a freight train, not to mention the subtlety of one, too. Twilight might as well have been a scampering woodland critter before her.

“Or ma-a-aybe,” Twinkle said, her eyes glimmering, “You stay up late at night just so you can get off with Moondancer asleep. Maybe you use her—or maybe you use some big, studly toy, wondering how loud you can moan without waking your roommate up—“

“Twinkle!” Twilight said. Her cheeks burned, and she glanced around to make sure that nopony had been listening. “You can’t—you can’t just say things like that?”

“Aw, lighten up, Sparkle.” Twinkleshine wrinkled her nose and flashed Twilight a grin. “I’m just teasing you. But I could see the way you were looking at that slab of beef up there. He really is a hunk, isn’t he?” Her voice lowered, as if speaking to a conspirator. “I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with him, even if it was too small for him, and even if silly old Moondancer was snoring three feet away—“

Still blushing madly, Twilight waved her away, fluttering a hand in front of Twinkleshine’s face before slumping back in her seat. Her ears burned, and she struggled to look somewhere—anywhere other than Twinkleshine’s knowing, implying expression.

And yet… Twilight felt her ears burn as she caught sight of the stallion seated at the next table over. Thick, gooey strands of his donut’s “filling” had fallen onto his shirt and lap, staining it dark with wide, sticky patches of...well. As if ignorant to the fact that other ponies may be nearby, the stallion—a rather portly colt, with a belly sticking far enough over his thighs that she could easily believe he came here regularly—was rubbing his crotch, a rather prominent tent showing off some darker stains that even the oozing pastry couldn’t be responsible for.

With her heart thudding in her chest, Twilight hastily averted her eyes—only to glance back over Twinkleshine’s shoulder at the same mare she’d been watching before. Why couldn't she stop looking, stop staring - like her eyes were on Twinkleshine's side! By now, the mare had finished her donut, but she looked to be anything but finished. Slowly, methodically, she’d begun to trace a finger across the expanse of her bust, scooping up thick globs of spunk and plopping them almost reverently onto her tongue. Her lips closed slowly but completely around her finger like it was a popsicle, suckling on its sticky surface as her eyes rolled back in her head, a low, sensual moan rumbling in her throat. Her plump bust was thrust forward, almost provocatively, by the slender bicep held by her business suit’s neat trim, her other hand disappearing from view as her arm reached down between her legs…

Behind them, Twilight heard a sudden, sharp grunt—and then a pair of long, shuddering sighs. She’d seen the mare and stallion sitting there as they’d taken their seats. They’d looked normal, she had thought, a fairly cute couple that wouldn’t have seemed out of place at any other establishment. They’d also had a plate of white-oozing eclairs stacked onto their table a half-dozen high. The mare’s labored breathing reached Twilight’s ears as the stallion grunted again, a soft thump shaking the back of the booth beneath her rump. She could almost see it perfectly in her mind’s lust-filled eye, the two ponies—a couple, for goodness’ sake!—biting into one of those oozing eclairs together, thick, creamy filling running down their chins before, one by one, they gave into the sensation and squirmed, their bodies responding to what she could only imagine to be the overwhelming virility and taboo of the food dripping down their cheeks…

Twilight swallowed. Her head was swimming, and as for other portions of her anatomy… She felt her thighs clench, the thick, soft flesh of her legs pressing against the tight fabric of her jeans. She took a deep breath—and nearly moaned from that alone, a strong, masculine scent welling up her lungs, so thick and virile that it left her eyes watering. Something hot and wet welled up between her legs, and she felt her throat swallowing and gulping again as she struggled to avoid meeting Twinkleshine’s knowing gaze, to avoid acknowledging that any of the other ponies in the bakery even existed—

"Order's up!"

Twilight blinked as the deep, bellowing voice rang out in her ears. On instinct, she jerked around—and found herself facing a thigh nearly as thick around as her entire torso.

Directly to the right of her cheek, just inches away, was a massive, brown-furred orb. Its surface squished gently against the hard muscle of the leg before her, its volume filling up her vision on that side. The masculine musk hit her again with the force of Twinkleshine's subtlety, and she found herself nearly choking on it, her hips twitching with pure, primal need as her higher brain functions abruptly found themselves shut down. Stallion, her body told her. It told her like she was in heat, and hadn't known it, couldn't prepare for it, couldn't do anything but see: Stallion.

Slowly, scarcely trusting herself to breathe, Twilight lifted her gaze up—and up, and up—to finally meet Donut Joe in the eye. The big stallion was grinning down at them, a large white plate held in either one of his big, powerful hands. His eyes were kind, welcoming, in contrast to Twinkleshine's bawdy glitters. There was a kind of safety in them, for all that this was unfamiliar.

"Two Ultra Creme Fillers," he boomed, beaming down at the two tiny mares before him. With a spark of his horn, he levitated both plates from his grip and set them down onto the table, their edges clinking neatly against the hard wood. He pulled his hands back and grinned, looking down expectantly at the two of them.

"Oh, my." Twilight heard Twinkleshine's voice, but didn't quite register it. Stallion, indeed. Donut Joe had stopped just short of their spot, and was easily tall enough that his ballsack had slid comfortably onto their booth's table to rest. A pair of what may as well have been small watermelons sat innocently atop the polished wood surface, two smooth, voluminous orbs of virility dominated Twilight's attention utterly.

She swallowed. Whimpered a bit. Her nose twitched, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead as a bead of something else dripped down between her legs. Donut Joe's meaty shaft towered above her, its broad-tipped flare ending a good foot and a half above her head. Up close, it was clear that his length was just as wide as her upper arm, if not thicker. Two-plus feet of thick, musky stallion meat loomed casually above her as Joe's muscles shifted and flexed casually beneath his apron, the clean white fabric hugging the curve of his wide, bearlike belly tightly.

"Er," Twilight finally said. Yes, she'd earned her A-plus in Equestrian Lit this year, hadn't she? She glanced back over to her donut and something clicked loose in her brain.  She licked her lips. The scent of it was even stronger up close—she felt her will grow faint as waves of masculine virility battered at her senses from every angle. The scent of sex screamed out in her mind, her thighs clenching, her teeth biting down over her lip as she felt herself squirm uncomfortably in the booth, her rump grinding against the back of her seat.

"Thank you?" she finally ventured, finding it somehow easier to give him her brightest smile.

Somehow, Donut Joe's beaming smile got even wider. "You've darn welcome!" he boomed. He chuckled, the jiggly motion making his great gut bounce a little while his balls trembled. Full again already, a part of her supposed. Another part of her—she immediately clamped down on it, hard—squealed at the thought. "I always like to welcome new customers personal-like, y'know? Thought I might come over and see how you two enjoyed 'em."

"Well," Twinkleshine purred. She caught Twilight's eye and winked. "I've gotta say, they look delicious."

The donuts were...large, to say the least. “Ultra,” Twilight decided, probably hadn’t been too much of a misnomer. Might as well throw in a “super” and a “deluxe” in there for good measure, her subconscious told her, rolling its eyes internally as the rest of her found her gaze solidly locked onto the fat, greasy mountain of pastry placed directly in front of her.

Her donut took up the entirety of its plate, pushing a good eight inches in radius and tall enough that her fist would have felt a little small next to it. Off to the side, she could see a wide hole, easily three times as wide as her hole, where Joe had unloaded his special...filling. A thick strand of creamy whiteness oozed along the rim from her donut’s interior, the scent of it washing against her mental and moral walls like a steady, rising tide.

Twilight felt her throat constrict and clutch. “It looks lovely!” she squeaked. Above her, Donut Joe’s cock swayed gently. A monstrous glob of precum—at least a tablespoon in volume, easily more—rolled lazily down the side of his thick, veined shaft, a strand of professional arousal that left the veins in his member outlined and bulging with size. She took another sniff of her lunch and stifled a moan. Something between her legs twinged, then twisted, as if somepony had grabbed a hold of her snatch and massaged it vigorously.

Carefully, and very conscious of Donut Joe's eyes on her, she grabbed her donut and hefted it into the air. She had to use both hands to do so, the hefty dessert weighing enough to make her grunt in exertion as her arms tucked in toward her chest. The giant, oozing pastry, trembling in her grip, loomed inches from her saliva-filled muzzle, the overpowering musk and sugary aroma of it making her eyes water and her stomach ache in hunger.

Then, after only another moment's hesitation, she leaned in and took a bite.

Flavor flooded her mouth. The thickness of it was the first thing she noticed: the tough, chewy exterior that nonetheless crumbled to a sweet nothing as her saliva leeched into it. The soft pastry dough all but melted in her mouth, invading her as she closed her lips around it. She could taste the sugar crystals sprinkled over it, taste the hot, fresh syrup poured into the batter. The dough was crisp, flaky, buttery—and then it broke.

The creamy filling gushed in to fill her mouth a moment later. And that was that. Twilight's eyes, which had fluttered shut with her first bite, now flew wide open. She drank the whole world in, in that moment. A flood of hot, creamy spunk cascaded past the break in the donut and down into the breach of her mouth, covering her tongue and gums in a second. The thickness of it—the viscosity was incredible. It was like chewing through marshmallow, all sweet and sugary and soft.

Twilight moaned—actually moaned, her shoulders tensing, her head bobbing back, her lips instinctively parting enough to allow a low, throaty rumble of pleasure sound through the air. The last, giggling part of her apprehension fled, whispering thoughts about a course in blowjobs baked up for the course catalog. Her legs clenched, her pussy quivering as spurts of feminine juices ran down her thighs to stain her pants. Her tongue wiggled delightedly, tasting Joe's pure, masculine essence as she chewed through the mass of spunky, virile goop. The sweetness of it was overpowering, her heart pumping like a piston in her chest as she continued to chew, continued to groan, pleasure coming up around her to swallow her senses as she swallowed her meal.

With a choked, throaty moan, she felt herself go over a further edge she hadn't even realized she'd been standing on. Her body flexed, every muscle tensing at once as a fire seared within her core. Twilight's whole torso jerked, her breasts straining against her top as her back arced. As she felt her semi-liquid meal drop into her stomach, she gave a ragged gasp of impossible, sensual pleasure. She could taste Joe's overwhelming essence on every one of her teeth, his spunk mixing with the grease and dough of the donut across her gums as her tongue thrashed in time with her climaxing loins. Spurts of femcum painted her panties dark, her hips jerking, thighs clenching, as she swallowed and grunted and came, giving in entirely to the sensation.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of pleasure, she felt herself sweetly, softly drift back into consciousness. The darkness around her vision receded, and Twilight's eyes rolled forward to meet...Twinkleshine's?

The other mare was staring at her. Her pupils had dilated, and her mouth was slightly agape. Her own, unbitten donut sat forgotten in her hands...though as Twilight panted, getting back her breath, Twinkle glanced down at her pastry with something resembling awe.

Twilight was only just becoming aware of her stained, ruined panties when something huge and heavy struck her on the shoulder. "Happy customers!" Donut Joe rumbled, his chuckles sending tremors through his gut and nutsack, which in turn left their table booth shaking. "Enjoy the rest of your meal, girls. I'll be at the counter if you two want anything more."

The floor shook slightly as he walked away, his huge, bare feet sending tremors through the tiled stone. But Twilight paid no mind to him—or, in fact, to anything else around her. Instead, she had eyes only for her own two hands, and the massive, oozing slab of donut she still held between them.

She'd only taken one bite. She'd barely even eating a tenth of her full order.

"More?" she said weakly. Her arms trembling, she moved one awed hand over her belly and felt it gurgle and groan in response. She could feel Joe's seed and pastry digesting within her...but another rumble in her gut and a sudden flare in her demanding pussy told her, in no uncertain terms, that she was not finished eating.

A disbelieving smile slid across her face. "More," she said, cheeks flushed, and took another bite.