Pinkie Pie Excited Novels & Stories

Linda could not help feeling a little bit jealous. With a sigh, Linda popped another piece of yummy pumpkin pie into her mouth. "Zara, your pumpkin pie is super tasty!" "Oh, do you like it? Have some more! Wait… It's getting late, so maybe not too much. How about I make something else yummy for you tomorrow?" Zara offered. Zara was watching Linda and really liked her. She thought Linda had a good personality. Linda's eyes sparkled. "Yes, please, Zara! I want to eat pot pie tomorrow!"

Everything I wouldn’t usually let her eat. Reg cheered. ‘Pizza party!’ He started up a chant of, ‘Pizza party, pizza party, pizza party!’ to which he shook his paw in the air. It quickly derailed into an out-of-tune version of the Fast Food Song, which he had apparently learnt the entire dance to as well.

She browsed through the jars, finding the specific type of powder she wanted and then she sprinkled some of it into the batter, giving it a good stir. "What's that?" I asked, whisking some eggs. "It's a little secret. It's Magpie's birthday today." Cinder smiled warmly, staring at the bowl. Zel lined the baking pan with butter and parchment paper before Cinder poured the batter in and popped it into the oven. "My baby girl is turning four." She said, with a proud smile on her face. "Damn. They're all growing up so fast." "Mom!" Raine yelled, barging into the house. I hadn't expected her to be awake. She found us in the kitchen. "Mom, the rogues are back," Raine announced,

This has been a fun evening. It’s been great watching my father look so happy, almost youthful again. When Rik asks what kind of pie his mom made, I had to sniff it. It smells good, like peanut butter. But, if I’m being honest, the room now smells like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups between the pie and Rik’s brownie scent. My mouth is watering and if a nose could orgasm, mine would be. When he wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in to sniff the pie, I had to fight the urge to lick his neck. It was right there, I could just lean in…..

So many times, Elias and I slept with each other in the craziest ways possible, and the thought of it made me lock up the shop sometimes just to see him. “No Scarlet. That can wait.” I said, smiling at my naughtiness. Just then, Sylvia took one of the pies, and took a big bite. “Where did you pop out from?” I asked her, as she juggled the pie in her mouth, fanning it with her fingers. “Hm, this is… great, this. Love it.” She said, turning around and I shook my head. “Isn’t it sweeter because you didn't pay for it?” I asked, getting the pies ready to be displayed.

Juicy put her hands on her hips and stretched her back. She felt it crack and sighed in relief. Oh that was good… "Mama I want pink bows." "Okay, Miss bossy." Jazzy was bouncing up and down on her butt in the salon chair. She was a bundle of energy. That girl could run from sunup to sundown. Troy was always there, running right beside her.

She stood by the door waiting to surprise Zara. She held a pan of apple pie on gloved hands, wearing a red apron and black toque. She smiled, looking almost like Mickey Mouse. “Welcome, Zara” she was delighted, raising the pan to her face. Zara waved her away and walked out. “Zara!” she exclaimed “I made you your favorite pie. You must have had a long day. “I’m sure you do care” she was now a smiling, solicitous coquette

And a few minutes later our order was dropped on our table. “Thank you,” Maya said. “Thanks,” I muttered, staring at my Choco pie. Maya raised her fork and knife, making me do the same, “are you ready?” She asked. “I can feel the taste already in my mouth.” “Well let's dig in.” She said immediately cutting a slice and eating it. She moaned at the taste of the pie, “just as expected, this is the best place to have pie.” I chuckled, cutting a slice, about to put it into my mouth. But I froze when I heard someone call my name. I turned to see a lady smiling widely with her golden hair tied in a messy bun, staring at me.

She looks at me and must notice the heat in my eyes because she bends over eagerly; I can see the wet marks on her panties, showing me how excited she is. "Do you want to play a game, darling?" I ask, rubbing the inside of her thighs, my fingers brushing against her panty lines. "Yes," she purrs, wiggling her ass eagerly, wanting me to touch her some more. "If the game gets to be too much, just say apple pie, and I'll stop. Okay?" "Apple Pie?" She asks, shifting slightly to look at me. "Yes, I hate apple pie; now, do you agree to these terms, darling."

(Auntie Beth) “Oh..that’s me…looks like the business is good as always, Auntie Beth…by the way…can I have 5 Meat pies, 5 blueberry pies and 10 dinner set to go?…I’m a bit famished now, so is my crew….by the way…why is everyone is silence right now?..”.