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Dick-cember Day #9: Gingerbread
 
 
Pokey’s knuckles rapped against the door. He stood with unease outside Sugarcube Corner, his eyes darting around at the ponies walking around him. His heart pounded hard and loud in his chest as every second dragged. C’mon! He thought to himself as he knocked again. Another anxious moment passed before the door finally swung open.
 
“Hey, you made it!” Pinkie chirped excitedly, yanking Pokey into the building. As the door slammed shut, the stallion realized that Pinkie was completely naked. With a throbbing erection. And a devilish grin growing on her face. “Ready to pay off that debt?”
 
“I, uh-” Pokey stammered, but Pinkie grabbed his arm again and brought him towards the kitchen.
 
“I’m glad we could come to this agreement.” The earth pony bounced as she walked, making small droplets of precum rain against the carpet and hardwood. Pokey smelled the fine scent of ginger and baked goods emanating from the kitchen. His racing heart slowed a bit from the aroma, making his muscles relax.
 
“And what am I doing, exactly?” The unicorn picked up his pace as the two rounded into the kitchen. “Dishwashing, food packaging…?”
 
“Decorating!” Pinkie pushed a full piping bag into Pokey’s arms, making the stallion jump back a bit. As he did, he lost the grip on the bag and it fell on the ground with a gooey pop. White icing flung upwards, coating the legs of his pants. “Pokey!”
 
“I’m sorry, you just caught me off guard.” He reached down and picked up the broken bag. In his motion, his horn gently scraped against Pinkie’s boner, making the mare squeak a bit. He quickly pulled himself up, his face flushed red. “Sorry about that, I…” Pinkie placed a finger on his lips, shushing the unicorn.
 
“It’s fine. That felt good, actually.” She stepped closer, her cock grinding up against his shirt. A small line of precum stained the front. “Oops. Looks like both your pants [i]and[/i] your shirt are messy.” Her fingers gripped the waist of his shirt and began pulling it upwards. “I think you might have to work in the buff.” Pokey’s hands quickly pulled the front of his shirt, making Pinkie stop.
 
“I-it’s fine. I’m fine with stains.” Pinkie raised an eyebrow and her typical smile slowly faded. She took a step back and stared hard at Pokey.
 
“Pokey, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you come by.” She folded her arms, making her large breasts squeeze together. “You’ve had, quite literally, a hard-on for me over these last few years and I’m letting you get that chance.” One hand moved down and began willing her hard cock. “You telling me you don’t want to feel this bad girl fill your butt?” Pokey bit his lip, looking at her chest, then to her groin, and back again.
 
“It’s just… a lot, y’know?” His hands let of his shirt, dropping to his sides. “I didn’t think you… felt the same way as me. I just thought I was paying off a debt… not getting a chance for some sex.”
 
“It’s a win/win, cutie.” Pinkie stepped forward once more. “After today, you’ll be debt free. And you’ll have known what Pinkie cock feels like. So, what do you say?” Pokey smiled sheepishly before he took off his clothes. Once naked, he walked over to the kitchen island and got ready to start decorating. Pinkie pulled out some trays of gingerbread men from the oven and sat them down in front of Pokey.
 
“I thought that’s what you were making.” The stallion took a big whiff, sighing happily. The earth pony placed another piping bag down on the island, along with a bowl of gumdrops and candy bowties. She also set out a tray of finished cookies, taking one and pressing the head against her nose.
 
“These are what they should look like when you’re done.” Pinkie said as she made her way behind Pokey. “We got an order for 10 dozen from Mayor Mare for an upcoming Hearth’s Warming party.”
 
“10 dozen?” Pokey looked around the kitchen and saw several trays of plain gingerbread cookies sitting on the counters. He looked back down at the one finished tray and felt his heart sank. “How long will this take?”
 
“Depends on how long you spend on each cookie.” Pinkie pressed the head of her cock against Pokey’s ass. “But the order is due tomorrow morning, so don’t dilly-dally.” She thrusted forward, making Pokey grip the island. “Wow… a stretchy butthole. I guess you love being everypony’s bottom boy.” Pokey sighed lightly, realizing just how long he was going to have Pinkie drilling him. He grabbed a cookie and began squeezing icing on its arms and legs.
 

 
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