Pinkie trots over and shows you a reclining chair, like the variety found at a barbersshop. It seems odd that a barbershop chair would be found in the middle of a bakery, but considering how odd this mare was up until this point you're honestly not surprised.
"Now," she says, pushing you into the chair, "Open wide! I'm going to feed you."
You obey. A quick pull of an unseen lever thrusts you into a reclining position and Pinkie begins stuffing sugar cookies into your mouth. Next come doughnuts, thick and thin, glazed and sprinkled. Your belly begins bulging as èclairs are shoved down your hatch. One bursts open as you bite down, sending a jet of white cream splattering on Pinkie Pie's hide.
"Oopsie!" she giggles. "Now we'll have to play the cream game!"
Before you can ask what that is, she wipes a hoof-full of icing off a cake and throws it in your face. Somehow, the colored buttercream dripping down your pelt makes your lower lips wet. Grinning, you hop down out of the chair and hurl a cream pie at your host.
"Food fight!" she yells, squeezing an eclair's guts at you. It lands in your mane, and you begin to clop, your arousal growing. Pinkie Pie starts doing the same, rubbing one forehoof between her legs and chucking cakes at you. Soon, your orange hide is spattered in pink, white, and green, as is everything else on you.
Exhausted but still eager, Pinkie lays down in the cream, waving her legs to make a cream pegasus, and also giving you a great view of her vagina, which has a bit of cream in between the folds. The sight reminds you that own marehood is quite creamy as well, and not just from the pastries. You decide to...
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