Pinkie's Present

>"Happy birthday to you!"
>The final cadence ended with a light applause as Norman stared at the cake in front of him.
>Emblazoned with green icing on a blanket of white frosting were the words "Happy 18th Birthday, Norman!"
>Eighteen candles surrounded the words, each adorned with a flickering flame.
>Norman shut his eyes and blew out the candles, making a wish that those at the party would never hear.
>The party-goers filled Sugarcube Corner with another wave of applause.
>"I hope you like the cake Norman!" a bright Mrs. Cake said, "It's your favorite flavor!"
"Thanks, Mrs. C," he replied and gave her a quick wave, "I know it'll taste delicious."
>Mrs. Cake blushed and tended to a customer who had just approached the counter.

>"One can of your finest whipped cream, please!" A tiny pink hand slapped down a few dollar bills onto the counter.
>>"You don't have to buy them, Pinkie," Mrs. Cake laughed, "You work here. You can just take a can as long as you tell me first."
>"Oh," Pinkie smiled, "You could have told me that, Mrs. Cake."
>>"It was the first thing I told you."
>"Yeah, well, I'll just be taking my can of whipped cream and leaving," she snatched a can of Cool Whip off the counter and turned towards the door with a huff.
>She shot a glance at the Norman and wished him a happy birthday.
>Before Norman could respond she was already out of sight.
>The party resumed as usual, and by the end of the evening every mouth had been stuffed with cake and ice cream.
>Even Rarity, a woman who tended to avoid sweets to watch her figure, had gotten her fill of Mrs. Cake's confectioneries.
>Norman walked to his car, the orange rays of the setting sun bouncing off the hood.
>He pulled out of the parking lot and rolled onto Main Street.
>A couple songs on the radio later he ground his tires into the empty gravel driveway.
>He unlocked the door and dragged his bloated body up the stairs.
>He threw his clothes onto the bed and turned towards the TV.
>The power button clicked on as the bedroom door shut.

>"Hey there, birthday boy," a sultry voice said behind him.

"Pinkie!?" Norman stumbled backwards and landed hard on his back.
>As pain shot through him he looked towards the woman standing at his door.
>Her body was covered with a white towel, draping from her shoulders down to her knees.
>She balanced on her tiny feet which fidgeted anxiously.
>The valley between her breasts was just barely visible over the lip of the fabric.
>Her baby blue eyes hung half-open above a lopsided smile.
>"What's wrong, Norman? Surprised?"
"Where did you even come from?"
>"Duh," Pinkie giggled, "I used the front door."
"B-But WHY are you here? Why are you..."
>"Naked? Not completely," Pinkie smiled, "But I can answer both your questions right now."
>She curled her finger around the top of the towel and gave it a tug.
>The delicate knot of the fabric came loose and fell to the floor with a soft thump.
>Norman's jaw dropped with the towel as he was greeted with a heavenly sight.

>Where the towel once hung was a pink, hourglass body.
>Her skin was immaculate, as if it was the perfect scoop of strawberry ice cream.
>Her arms hung at her sides, giving Norman a full view of her naked body.
>Well, almost naked. Covering Pinkie's nipples and crotch were mounds of white foam.
>On the blanket of cream between her thighs was a bright red cherry.
>Pinkie started to walk towards the stunned boy on the floor.
>Her C-cups jiggled with every step, the foam on the nipples moving with them.
>Norman quickly scrambled to his feet and backed away from her.
>"What's wrong, Norm?" she cooed, "Don't like my birthday present?"
"No no no," Norman stuttered, "It's just that---I wasn't---I'm not---"
>"But look! You DO want your present!" She pointed at his crotch.
>Norman looked down to see a prominent bulge poking out in front of him.
>He gulped, cursing his body for betraying him, and looked back at the seductress approaching him.
>He took a couple steps back before he met the wall. A lump caught in his throat as Pinkie stopped just in front of him.
>"Gotcha," she giggled, running her hand down her chest, "Come on, you know you want a taste."
>Norman stared at the pink orbs until a strong hand tugged him downwards.

>Pinkie giggled as Norman's face disappeared between her breasts.
>Norman felt his world vanish, replaced with Pinkie's body.
>The bubblegum smell of her skin filled his nose as his mouth was suffocated with her tits.
>Just when he started to lose himself in her orbs he was pulled back up into the real world.
>The draft in his room felt like ice compared to her warmth.
>He looked up to see a loving smile beaming on her round face.
>"Go on," she said with a mother's assurance, "I'm all yours. Happy birthday."
>Pinkie let go off him and backed towards the bed. She fell slowly on the mattress to not upset the whipped cream on her body.
>She smiled as Norman's eyes went blank with a primal lust. She had him completely under her spell.
>One curl of her finger was enough to beckon him into her waiting embrace.
>Norman dove right for the comfort of her bosom and grasped her breasts.
>Pinkie giggled as Norman lapped at the foam at the tips of her tits.
>Each lick grazed her nipples, sending shivers through Pinkie's body.
>Norman didn't even regard the sweet taste of Sugarcube whipped cream, all that mattered was reaching the nubs beneath.
>Once he licked one nipple clean he moved swiftly to the other.
>Pinkie's giggles drove him mad; his cock pushed hard against his briefs, begging to get a piece of her.
>He latched his lips around her nipple and sucked it clean. Pinkie gripped the sheets and writhed as her breasts stung with pleasure.
>Once all the cream had vanished off her breasts, Norman started to descend down her stomach and towards her groin.
>Pinkie opened her eyes to see Norman's head settle between her thighs and gladly spread them for him.

>Norman wasted no time as he plucked the cherry off the cream with his teeth.
>He greedily gulped down the fruit and dug his tongue into the foam.
>Pinkie's smile grew as his tongue slowly made its way towards her bare skin.
>With one flick, Norman saw Pinkie's body shudder. He looked down to see her clit, slightly engorged, barren of cream.
>His libido kicked into overdrive and he hurriedly licked away the rest of the cream.
>Pinkie's smile twisted into a gasp as Norman's tongue viciously lapped at her pussy.
>Her body shook; she didn't expect him to be so rough with her. She wasn't going to last long.
>She gripped Norman's hair and pulled him away from her crotch. She could have sworn she heard him whimper.
>"Not yet, Norman," she smiled weakly, "It's your birthday. I want to make YOU feel good, silly."
>She rolled him onto her stomach and parted his legs.
>With a swift motion she parked herself between his thighs, her face right in front of his bulge.
>She gripped his waistband and slowly pulled it down. His cock sprang vertical as Pinkie eyed it greedily.
>"What do you want me to do with this, birthday boy?" she cooed, pulling back on his tip with her finger.
"Put it---between your---"
>Pinkie put a finger to his lips and winked.
>"As you wish, Norman," she said. She picked up her breasts and placed them on either side of Norman's shaft.
>With a tiny bit of force, his dick slipped into her cleavage.
>Norman moaned as his cock was wrapped in the tight, warm embrace of her breasts.
>The roundness of her tits pressed into his shaft, locking it upwards in the tiny space in her cleavage.
>Pinkie pushed her breasts together and moved her chest up and down.

>Norman groaned as the soft skin of her breasts pressed against his shaft.
>They seemed to mold to his cock, smothering every inch of it with her warm skin.
>Blood rushed to his groin to expand his shaft to fully enjoy her mammary massage.
>Her nipples stared at him like two dark pupils, their motion hypnotizing him.
>The waves of pleasure overpowered Norman's senses, sending his muscles twitching in every direction.
>Pinkie glanced over his tip and smiled at the results of her work.
>She wanted more, she wanted to make him feel better than he ever had.
>This would be a birthday he would remember. She picked up her pace, sliding her breasts faster and deeper down his shaft.
>A gasp escaped Norman's throat as the pleasure intensified. With each thrust the tip of his shaft paused an inch from Pinkie's open lips.
>He prayed beyond all else that she would wrap those lips around his head.
>Pinkie felt his eyes staring at her, sensing his desires. She looked down at his shaft, its head jabbing at her lips.
>Norman's reactions told her she was making him happy, and that was Pinkie's biggest turn-on.
>She brought a free hand to her thighs and stroked her slit. Her folds ran wet with lubricant before she had even touch them.
>She made an effort to quiet her moans to whimpers but failed as her tender pussy screamed in pleasure.
>The tip of Norman's shaft bobbing under her lips called to her, begging her to suck it.
>Pinkie smiled, thinking of the joy it would bring Norman, and closed her lips around the tip.

>Norman's back arched and a loud moan rattled from his throat as the heat of Pinkie's mouth burned his shaft.
>Her mouth was still upturned in a smile. Norman's body spasmed as a coat of saliva covered his cock.
>He felt his body start to lose control, but he didn't want to lose it yet. There was one thing he had left to do.
"P-Pinkie," he stuttered, "W-wait a minute---"
>Pinkie stopped, her baby blue eyes staring at him.
>"Yes, Norman? What's wrong?
"Turn around," he moaned, "I want to. . .put it inside you. . ."
>Pinkie's eyelids drooped again into their sultry gaze. She smiled and turned around, propping herself on her hands and knees.
>She put her head to the mattress and held her ass high in the air. A pair of pink fingers held her folds apart.
>Drops of lubricant fell from her pussy and collected in a puddle on the sheets.
>She looked behind her to see Norman staring at the burning spot between her thighs.
>He was standing on his knees, his cock pointing straight towards her. The tip glistened with both pre-cum and her saliva.
>"Come on, birthday boy," she cooed, "Come and get your pie. . ."
>A tiny wiggle of her ass was Norman's signal to approach.
>The bed creaked as Norman made his way towards her present. His hands gripped her soft cheeks and his tip pressed against her white-hot slit.
>He leaned forward to mount her, suckling Pinkie's neck as he moved his hips slowly forward.
>Pinkie's moan filled the room as his shaft slipped past her dripping folds.

>Norman groaned as his cock was wrapped in a tight embrace of damp heat.
>His thick shaft forced apart her walls, spreading them further than Pinkie imagined.
>Her moans escalated as Norman's cock pushed further into her. With a soft thump he bottomed out inside her.
>Pinkie giggled as her walls molded to his shaft. Her pussy pumped its juice onto his dick, bathing him it in heat.
>Norman grunted as he slowly withdrew his cock. The ridge of his head dragged along her walls.
>He pulled back until his tip passed her entrance before thrusting inside.
>Pinkie's body rocked forward from the force of his thrusts as Norman held her ass in place
>Pinkie let her arms fall limp, completely surrendering her body to Norman's animistic pounding.
>Norman's grunts became louder as her walls squeezed his shaft. She wanted him, and he knew it.
>Drops of lubricant shook from Pinkie's folds and thin streams ran down her thighs.
>Her breasts swung under her like great pink pendulums. Norman took his hands off her buttocks and cupped her tits.
>Pinkie moaned from the unexpected groping as Norman resumed suckling her neck.
>She could feel her body getting close; her stomach felt like it a hot coal was burning inside it.
>Her walls tingled with an electric heat that stung with every thrust of Norman's shaft.
>Norman was teetering on the edge too. His cock grew more sensitive by the second and his stomach twisted around his spine.

>He picked up his pace, desperate to finish. As the pit of pleasure welled in his shaft, Pinkie opened her lips.
>"Don't worry Norman," she moaned, "You can finish inside, it's your birthday, remember?"
>Norman nodded. He knew exactly where he wanted to cum, and she had just given him the green light.
>His pumping became a blur and his balls retracted into his body.
>Pinkie felt his shaft pulse and braced herself for the torrent of cum.
>Just as the first jets of cum splashed against her cervix, her stomach contracted and a shock of electricity ran up her spine.
>Norman groaned as he shot his load inside her. Thick strands of cum coated her vibrating walls and cervix.
>His tip dipped into the pool of semen resting in her pussy. The woman under him shuddered, the last of her energy drained by her climax.
>Norman pulled out his dying cock, a tiny drop of cum resting at the tip.
>A stream of cum ran from her folds and down her thigh. Norman rolled onto his back onto the bed as Pinkie did the same.
>Her face was just inches from his and her eyes hung half open.
>"Did you like your present, Norman?" He was too tired to respond to anything other than a nod.
>"Good," she said, tracing her finger down his torso, "Maybe I can give you a LATE birthday present tomorrow? And the day after that? And the---"
>A pair of lips silenced her's. Norman broke the kiss and stared at her.
"I'd love that, Pinkie," he stroked her hair behind her ear, "but right now we should get some sleep. Okay?"
>Pinkie giggled and nodded her head. She pulled the pillow under her head and shut her eyes.
>Norman smiled at her and did the same. He stared at her as long as he could before the afterglow took him away.

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