Skyler awoke the next morning to the delicious smell of pancakes. He rose half-asleep from the bed and followed the aroma all the way to the kitchen. As he came closer, he noticed the sound of humming getting ever so louder. Once he was inside, the first thing he noticed was the large stack of pancakes on the kitchen table, with a bottle of syrup placed next to it. A mare, he almost forgot it was Split, was standing upright over the stove with an apron tied around her. She was doing a little dance in place as she flipped a pancake over in a skillet. After a few more flips, she made a last flip that sent the pancake flying over her head, landing perfectly on top of the stack. Skyler applauded.

'Split was surprised by this display of appreciation and turned around. “Oh, good morning, honey!” She put down her cooking utensils and walked over to Skyler. It was now that Skyler noticed how form-fitting the apron really was, tightly gripping at her sides, highlighting everything below the waist. She raised a hoof and hugged him tightly. Skyler didn’t have enough time to return the hug, as soon as she broke the hug it followed up with a peck on the lips. “How’s my handsome boy doing today?” She said, her words oozing with sweetness and her smile matching them. She cupped his face between her hooves and touched noses with him.

“Um...good?” It was the only answer he could muster. This kind of affection was very rare for him.

“Glad to hear that.” She kissed him again, this time on the cheek. “I hope you’re hungry ‘cause I made you a very special breakfast.”

The sight waiting for him at the table made his belly rumble. It looked delicious enough for him to dismiss the questions going off in his head. Like, is there something in the food? What else does Split know how to cook? Were these demonic pancakes of Doom? Did they even have pancakes in Tartarus?

He parked himself in front of the table and poured syrup on the stack. He happily dug in with a giant mouthful. Split cracked a cheeky smile at Skyler’s gusto.

A tad bit confused he asked, "Don't you eat anything, Bananasplit?"

She shook her head and levitated a covered plate to her side of the table. She then removed the plate topper, revealing what looked like cooked meat. Skyler gave the plate a questionable look. It smelled funny to him.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Bacon.” She answered, casually. She wrapped her tail around a fork and stabbed a piece of it. “It’s a demon thing. You wouldn’t understand.”

What followed was a moment of silence as Skyler stared at Split’s peculiar choice for a meal, wondering what made it so appetizing. He found himself staring for so long that an uncomfortable silence, save for the sounds of chewing, developed between the two. These always made Skyler anxious.

"So... how did you sleep?" Skyler asked, attempting small talk.

She smiled. "I had a nice dream after you sucked me off."

He winced and felt suddenly a bit of shame. "About what?"

Her eyes glazed over as she looked at the wall behind his head, remembering the details of her dream.

"I was on a balcony back in California, with a beer in my hoof and watched the sun rise from the horizon. I felt like I had a headache but that came from too much booze; It was more like a memory of when I was stranded in Malibu. It was after a biiiiiiig party hosted by the queen of Tartarus."

Split knew that Skyler had no idea about what those places were. Still, she could tell that he was trying to follow along with the story as best as he could.

"What is Tartarus like, anyway?" Skyler asked when Split took a break to grab a bite.

"Well, first of all, it’s nothing like the prison you ponies call Tartarus. My people don't associate with that kind of stuff. What’s it like? Well, the coldest days are only 14 ° C so winter doesn't exist there. Hottest days are barely under sauna temperature but mostly it stays simple 30 C's. You like winter ?"

"Not that much, no."

"Whelp, you won't see that thing after you die, anyway," she said, biting into another strip of bacon.

"You said something about a party... How big was it?"

She hummed and replied, "I’m not so sure, but it was meant to be a satire parody of Equestria's Galacon. In the end, everybody invited came... from other dimensions. "

Either this would explain why words like “California” had no meaning to Skyler, or Split was just pulling his leg. Maybe she was laughing to herself in the back of her mind. Skyler put those concerns aside as his pancakes overtook his every sense again.

"I checked the fridge yesterday. We didn’t have milk to make something like pancakes," he stated confused. Split raised her eyebrow, half of her face still hidden by that wild Mane of hers. In an instant, she glanced downwards, as if to signal something to him. Skyler followed her eyes to the edge of the table. It was at that point that he put two and two together, which made him blush.

"Ohhhhhh... delicious," he said.

Split smiled at that flustered face of his, her heart warming at the thought of sharing herself with him in that way. She glanced at the clock. It was fairly past ten... didn't Skyler had work to go to? Her gaze shifted to her last bacon pieces.

"Skyler?"

"Hm?"

"Have you ever eaten meat?"

"No...?"

"Would you like to have a piece of bacon? "

”Isn’t that dangerous for ponies?"

Split chuckled. "Well, you took my meat pretty well last night."

He snorted but shook his head, "No, thank you, mom."

The word “mom” made Split’s knees feel weak.

"When did you need to be at work?" she asked.

His head shot upwards, a pancake still in his mouth. Then his head snapped to the side to look at the clock, his eyes widen when he saw the minute arrow moving ten past ten.

*tick*

"I-I-I- HAVE TO GOOOO---" he stammered and jumped out the chair into the bathroom. He forcefully jammed toothpaste in his mouth and grinded his teeth while brushing his mane for a few seconds. He then spit the toothpaste out, feeling an unbearable amount of mint in his mouth. All the while, Split just sat in her chair and winced at times when she heard stuff falling from shelves or hurried hoof steps. It was amusing but at the same time painful. An idea popped into her head. With her magic, she made some lunch for Skyler. She prepared a sandwich for him just as she heard him enter the foyer again, running to the door. Before he was out, she yanked his tail back in with before he reached the door. A bit whiplashed, he looked back at her; she was holding up a lunch bag and Skyler’s saddlebag with her aura. He was in too much of a hurry to question what was going on, so he just took it all and zoomed out the door.

Skyler worked at the local train yard, working with maintenance and development of the engines for the trains arriving at and departing from Baltimare Station. Ever since he was a little colt, he was fascinated with those machines and what made them tick. Dedicating his life to them would be fun if it weren’t so stressful. This is due in no small part to the high standards for punctuality and zero tolerance for screwups of his boss, Miss Platinum, a stiff, uptight, middle-aged mare who would be pleasant to be around with if her sour demeanor wasn’t so overbearing. Skyler had seen coworker after coworker come and go because of this, and had been taking every measure possible to not wind up in Platinum’s bad side. Surely, if he failed to go unnoticed on his way to his workstation, he would be terminated right on the spot.

Skyler poked his head into the busy workshop, nervously sweating. He crept inside and made a beeline for his desk. A mare named Tutti Frutti was sitting at the opposite end of it, tossing around a blueprint, looking like she couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Skyler was quiet enough to go unnoticed and settled himself into place. With a sigh of relief, he put his bag on the chair.

"Mister Loft!" a stern, perforating voice rang through the air. Skyler eyes widened in fear as two pairs of hoofsteps behind him became louder and louder. Tutti looked up in shock, similar to what Skyler must’ve imagined his face looked like. He felt an ice cold drop of sweat trickle down his side. There was nowhere to go, and even if there was, there would be no point. The damage had been done. When he heard the steps come to a dead halt behind him, he slowly turned to face his doom. Her horn was long and sharp, almost like an alicorn’s. An unamused, tightly lipped grimace was etched on her expression. Despite wearing glasses, her electric blue eyes could pierce right through him like the coldest, sharpest of blades. Every hair on her blonde mane was well-coiffed into an elegant bun. Her coat was shining like actual silver. It was clear that she had aged phenomenally well for somepony her age, but it was hard to be distracted by it when her very gaze at the mere suggestion that you were objectifying her was rumored that it could kill your average stallion.

He straightened his back and attempted to look straight ahead at her face, at least not her eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"You better have an explanation for why you’re two hours late for work."

"I’m so sorry, boss!” Skyler sputtered out his apology. “I..uh...a relative came visiting and I showed her the town yesterday and I overslept. Please don’t be mad!" He groveled at her hooves, begging. “I didn’t mean to be late!”

There was a pause. He was too afraid to look up. All he could do was just lie there, shivering and whimpering.

"Very well.” said Ms. Platinum.

Skyler’s eyes shot wide open. He could hear several gasps from bystanders. He looked up and saw Ms. Platinum staring right at him with the same kind of cold glare, yet she was looking far less menacing now.

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again, Mister Loft." With that, she turned around and went back the way she came, disappearing into her office.

The tension in his soul broke and he slumped a bit, thanking the next deity above him for what just happened. But, why did it happen? He got up from the ground and composed himself, noticing various coworkers looking shocked in his general direction. Skyler sulked a little and nervously darted his eyes across the room. On top of not being able to explain what just happened, being the center of attention put him on edge.

“How did you do that?” A question was fired from the other side of his work station. Tutti Frutti was staring at him with bewilderment in her eyes. She was an earth pony with a magenta coat and a multi-colored Spiral Cutie Mark. Her Mane and Tail were both orange and were tied up into ponytails. Her eyes glistened like green gemstones.

“Uhhh, I dunno.” He shrugged, looking genuinely confused. "Maybe she was just in a good mood."

“Is she ever in a good mood?” She chuckled. “You have no idea how lucky you are.”

“Yeah, I guess I am?” Skyler rubbed the back of his head, having no idea what led to his good fortune.

“Come on. I’ve been waiting for you all morning. I have no idea what’s going on in this blueprint.” She threw the unfolded blueprint towards his side of the desk.

“OK, let me check it.” It would take a while for Skyler to calm down after the rush that his morning had been. It would take him several revisions of the blueprint to understand what’s wrong. Even then, he was distracted by what happened with Ms. Platinum that morning.

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Back at the apartment, Bananasplit laid down on the living room sofa, looking out the window towards the door after Skyler dashed out. She could have helped him... she was a Devil for Rabbits sake. She should've teleported him to wherever he had to go or maybe fly him over there. But what's done is done and she has no will to go after the boy now.

'He has to learn about the hard parts of life by himself,' she thought to herself and giggled at the hidden dark humor. Or maybe she chuckled because she couldn't find anything funny in that thought. After a few minutes, she got bored and stood up, setting on leaving the flat and find a bar or something. Maybe visit Skyler during lunch hours. Maybe not...

After walking a few minutes in downtown, she came across a building that reminded her of a building where a drug dealer she knew used to live. It was a small complex with adobe walls called "Black Apple Juice". She entered instinctively.
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The loud grinding of machines came to a halt when the clock struck 12. A loud whiff was heard and Skyler and his coworkers dropped what they were doing and stepped out of their workstations, they secured their stuff and turned off the light before leaving for their scheduled lunch break. Some scattered to the delis outside, some stayed at their workplace to eat their packed lunches. Skyler pulled out his bag and checked out what Split had prepared for him. He noted that she doodled a little chibi devil on a post-it note and stuck it to the bag. It made him smile and feel warm on the inside. His stomach rumbled and he opened the bag, revealing a plain sandwich. Not even a drink was in there. But what luck there was that the break room had a coffee machine.

Skyler sat at the table, taking the sandwich in his hooves and was about to take a bite. Suddenly, a pair of hooves hugged him from behind and he felt bushy fur pressing against him.

“Hey, baby.” A familiar sultry voice whispered in his ear. “How is your day going?”

"'Split?" he asked.

"That's right," answered the Mare behind him and a devil tail came into his field of view, it went under his chin and moved his head to face Bananasplit. Then she kissed him briefly before letting go off him again.

“I got bored waiting for you to come back, so I decided to pay you a little visit.”

"How did you find me here ?"

"Details. Anyway, what’s up?"

Skyler thought back to his boss, "Miss Platinum, my boss, spared me for some reason. I told her I met a friend yesterday and showed her around town and missed the alarm clock... and she bought it!"

“Gee, I wonder how that happened.” She seductively licked her lips and licked Split’s cheek. It dawned on him what happened.

"Oh my...-" he began.

"Mom," she finished, "thank me for that: not god. He can't help you anymore."

A shiver went down his Spine again. The way she said that...

"How long is your break?" she asked.

He s bit into the sandwich before replying, "45 minutes left."
Split looked around, they were the only ones in the break room, "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" she asked and raised an eyebrow.

Skyler looked at her and then at the room, "I guess?" he said cautiously. "But what if somepony sees us?" he hushed.

She rolled her eyes again and went under the table. Skyler felt two hooves, spreading his legs and a tongue started to lick his shaft, wetting him and making him hard.

He moaned at that and continued the sandwich. Sex and Food! Best things to combine, EVER-

"Skyler?"

Skyler tensed up at Tutti’s voice crept up from behind. The mare stood in the doorway with her own lunch. Split was under the table, between Skyler’s thighs, still sucking his cock. The pleasure was not enough to make Skyler moan now but it definitely made him blush. Praying that she couldn't see Split, he greeted her.

"Hi, Tutti!" He shouted, faking comfort at his present situation.

She smiled, "Not at the delis today?"

Skyler shook his head. He was starting to sweat. Either Tutti couldn't see Split or she was ignoring her. She kept her eyes on Skyler and sat on the opposite side of the table. It was taking his entire attention to stay focused on looking inconspicuous. He felt Split’s tail crawling down his back and caressing his buttcheeks. The tip was sliding along his crack, searching for his asshole. Tutti was making no attempt to leave though and got her own lunch from the bag. A piece of cake. Skyler remembered that Tutti absolutely loved sugar. Sometimes she would bring cake with her and then buy donuts from the bakery outside. It was a miracle that she wasn't obese. She was only chubby around the flanks a bit and even that it looked shapely, not that Skyler liked to stare...ok he did.

"No, not today. My friend made me nghh lunch," he answered and had to suppress a moan when Bananasplit picked up her pace under the table. "Oh really? how is she?" Tutti asked back, munching into her cake. 'Split began to deepthroat the cock and Skyler winced in pleasure. "She is very...nice."

"Really? How so?"

"Uhhh ngh well she likes cooking...and she’s very affectionate…maybe you'll meet her someday." he suggested.

She finished her cake, "Sounds fun. Hey, I have to go to the restroom. Keep an eye on my stuff, mkey ?" she left, ignorant to Split. Skyler sighed in relief and moaned as he shot his load into Split’s mouth.

She licked his cock clean, sucking up the leftover cum left inside, and swallowed it all before sitting up.

"That was delicious~" she whispered to him.

He straightened his back again and asked, "You sure like swallowing?"

She sighed and said, "Dirty Talk, sweetie. Dirty Talk. Well I go now. You can find me either at home or that black apple juice bar."

"I know that place, yeah. See you."

Split nodded and left.

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The rest of the day continued as usual. Skyler finished revising the new blueprint and shared the modifications with his co- workers. He said his goodbyes to Tutti and a quick bye to his boss, just to confirm that she was still not mad about being late, and left, embracing the sensation of the weekend that would soon arrive. His mind was flooded with kinky images of what he could do with Split and what she had in store for him. The city looked as busy as ever but Skyler ignored it for the sake of finding that mare, searching for the bar that she had mentioned. Walking into downtown, he noticed the building she was talking about. Split was sitting right at the front of the bar, effortlessly downing her drink, dozens empty glasses beside her. She was currently talking to a female unicorn. When Split saw him, she waved at him and beckoned him to come. Taking the cue, he nodded slightly and walked over to them. The other mare stopped talking and noticed Skyler as well, nodding to him, she turned back to Split and both started to talk again. Skyler approached them cautiously and they stopped talking.

"You finished for today?" Split asked. Skyler nodded.

"Well, seems I have to go now, CJR. See you around." She stood up and turned to Skyler, "I need ice cream. Can you get me to the grocery store?"

"Uhhh. yes!" Skyler nodded and glanced at CJR one more time. She ignored the both of them and focused on her drink. Who was she? He figured she was irrelevant and just a nice chatty pony.

Anyway, he threw a hoof around Split and they left the bar for some ice cream.

"Wanna go out for dinner?" Skyler asked.

"Nu uh, I cook. I just need more ingredients," she replied.

"If it gonna be as nice as your breakfast, then I can't wait!" he said enthusiastically.

Author's Notes:

sorry for the wait... man, five chapters already ? one more and we are half done with the outlined ones. And then this goes into a bit of a hiatus I guess.
Anyway, questions? suggestions? criticism?