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- >Day σ in Equestria
- >You’ve been lusting after Pinkie Pie for weeks now, though you suspect the party-planning pony princess is either completely asexual or denser than a wad of iron
- >At least, she took the naked photos and love poems you sent her as merely a friendly joke
- >No matter
- >You’ll be taking your sweet, bubblegum-flavored prize by any means necessary
- >You knock on the door to Sugarcube Corner in the early afternoon, and are promptly answered by the mature mare proprietor
- >”Oh, hello there! Pinkie Pie’s in her room, need me to call for her?”
- “There’ll be no need, Mrs. Cake. She’s expecting me.”
- >Lies won’t matter when Pinkie’ll be your rapturous sex-buddy in a matter of minutes
- >Stomping up to her room, you knock on the door.
- >”Oh hey there –“
- “Pinkie Pie, I’ve got an AMAZING secret to tell you!”
- >You step into the room and close the door behind you, the beautiful mare’s eyes vibrant with sparkles of excitement
- >”OH! I love secrets! What is it? Can ya tell me? ‘Cause then it wouldn’t be secret anymore unless you wanted me to keep it too and then we’d BOTH –“
- >You kneel down to the three-foot pony, taking her cheeks in your hands, and kiss her,
- >your tongue roaming inside her mouth as you taste those pale raspberry lips that’d brought you such joy over these past months
- >Too dumbfounded to react, Pinkie stands stunned as you exult in the passion of your stolen smooch,
- >before breaking off and staring deeply into the happiest and most jubilant eyes in Ponyville
- “There’s my secret, Pinkie. I, uhh… kinda like you.”
- >Snapping back to attention, Pinkie Pie doesn’t display any hostility or shock, but nor does she reveal happiness or indicate assent.
- >”Gosh… really?” Her expression becomes a beaming grin as she processes your admission in the Tzeenchian labyrinths of her mind
- “Uhh… yeah. That’s what the letters were a-“
- >”OH BOY! Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh-“
- >She slams you over and bounces on top of your chest repeatedly,
- >before you push her off and clutch your chest in searing pain
- >She gets up and stands upside-down over your head
- >”This is *so* cool! Does this make you my coltfriend?” She pauses for a second, and blinks in thought.
- >”Wait a minute, but you’re”
- “I’m your BOYfriend, Pinkie. If you want me to be.”
- >”WOO-HOO!” She extracts a party horn from her person and blows it, as confetti rains from her ceiling
- >She’s so fucking adorable and perfect that you grab her by the shoulders and throw her down, kissing her yet again
- >This time she responds in force, and the two of you slather your tongues together like happy idiots
- >Still, though, this passion has aroused undeniable lust in the both of you, as you see her cheeks redden and feel her breath grow labored
- >Extracting your tongue from her mouth, you plant kisses along her cheeks, exploring her neck and shoulders with your lips,
- >as you bring your excitable new marefriend to a series of girlish shudders under your touch
- >her short, soft coat is wonderful to feel, and for all her antics, very fragrant and fresh
- >you nuzzle your face into it, provoking a laugh from the joyous pony as you continue to explore her body
- >Slowly and slowly, though, you’re making your way lower, and her laughing is growing quieter and more timid over time
- >Exploring her belly, you come across tiny, inconspicuous nipples, and tickle each in turn in your downward descent
- >Pinkie’s all but squeaking short gasps of excitement at every stimulation of her sensitive areas
- >As you gently rub your hands along her body, you lower to her thighs, and your coveted prize –
- >the puffy, lightly pigmented folds of your new love’s sex
- >You feel a strange compulsion to glom onto it and suck deeply, but her probable screech would shatter glass,
- >not to mention attract the attention of her landlords and bosses
- >Instead, you lightly stroke at her thighs, nuzzling the inside of her back legs as low moans are drawn from her throat
- >soon enough you’re massaging around her crotch in earnest,
- >torturing the both of you with your hesitation
- >Time to claim your prize
- >You unfurl your tongue, aiming at the base of her pussy,
- >and draw it up along her folds in a slow, sloppy, languid lick
- >She’s silent aside from low, deep pants as you taste her sopping sweetness,
- >coming in for a second taste as you merely satisfy your own pent-up urges
- >Eventually, though, you’ve had your fill, and you get to the task of truly satisfying Pinkie as well as she deserves
- >Gently teasing out the tiny button of her clit, you flick it with the lightest of touches with your tongue,
- >sending Pinkie Pie into a quiet, high-pitched squeal of pleasure
- >She’s leaking like a mare in heat by this point, and you take a pause to lick up some of her lubricants,
- >sweet and pleasant on your tongue as every part of her has been
- >Rewarding her for this delicious snack, you drag the entire surface of your tongue over her clit,
- >earning a shudder of overpowering sensation from your pink subject
- >no more fooling around, time to make this mare cum her brains out
- >settling your mouth over the top of her cunt, you gently suckle her with light and steady contractions of your tongue and cheeks,
- >while bringing your hand to her sex, slathering it in marejuice before prodding a finger into her sopping hole
- >her legs stretch even farther apart than you’d imagined possible,
- >so you slide in your middle finger, and pump her pussy in tandem with sucking her clitoris,
- >dragging your fingers up the anterior surface of her walls while massaging her button with your tongue
- >on and on, she continues to pant and moan, clutching your head, but showing no other signs of cognizance
- >As your ceaseless pumping and sucking and licking advances, she’s flooded a small area of her carpeting
- >Oh well
- >Next time you’ll bring a plastic sheet or something to position her on so you can clean it up without a trace
- >Down your throat
- >As these depraved cum-guzzling fantasies distract you, you notice the telltale signs of an imminent climax
- >Ceaselessly and consistently, you never stop or change your technique,
- >strengthening your synchronous pumping and sucking while Pinkie Pie loses her mind
- >after you've sped up to a furious tempo, she squeals, her abdomen convulsing,
- >and her pussy convulsing around your fingers as the waves of a furious orgasm wash over her,
- >and a fresh flood of marecum floods the ground beneath you
- >Greedily you reach down to clean up her mess as best you can, drinking in Pinkie's warm goo of ecstasy as she recovers from her climax
- >You really should devise a solution to getting all of this into your mouth as quickly as possible
- >Still, when you've finished, you look up to the rapturous pony and find her eyes lidded,
- >a gigantic, dopey grin spreading from chin to chin, her panting tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth
- >Extracting yourself from her thighs, you crawl up to her, taking her head in your hands and kissing deeply,
- >bathing her own tongue in the fluids of her orgasm
- >”Wow… Rainbow Dash was right, girls *do* taste good!”
- “They sure do, Pinkie.”
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