Pinkie Pie Gets Fucked by a Giant Gummy Worm

>Day Pinkie Pie in Equestria
>Pinkie’s been pestering you all morning about a special shipment from Manehatten that’s supposedly arriving today;
>bouncing all around the lobby of Sugarcube Corner, making an enormous racket as you try to enjoy a cup of coffee and a cupcake.
>”I ordered it last week after seeing it in a catalogue and it’s gonna be SO HUGE and and and –“
>Her incessant ranting is cut short by the sound of the doorbell;
>Ponyville residents know this place isn’t open yet. Has to be the delivery guy.
>”COMING!”
>Pinkie rushes to the door and nearly has a seizure at the sight of the vibrantly-colored box in the delivery pony’s saddle,
>quickly signing with a quill before carrying  in the stupid thing.
>You honestly don’t know what it could be.
“Did you buy a dildo, Pinkie?”
>”Ah! Silly Anonymous, it’s nothing like that!”
>You drag yourself over to the table on which she set the box, examining the labeling closer:
>Apparently the company is called Vat19, whatever that could mean.
“Pinkie, these descriptions… is this… candy?”
>She ignores your question and tears into the cardboard, sliding out a plastic interior shell that houses...
“A worm?”
>”Yeah!”
“You bought a giant fucking gummy worm?”
>”Well of course! What else do you think it could be?”
>She’s got a point.
>Pinkie rips open the plastic bag that houses it, and is about to take a gigantic bite out of the end when –“
“Wait, stop.”
>You rest a hand on her shoulder. She turns, bewildered.
>”Huh?”
“I have… an idea, Pinkie. Wanna do something fun with this?”
>”Hmmm… What kinda fun?”
“It’s a secret.”
>”Tell me!”
“Then agree to it!”
>”Fine!”
“Let’s go up to your room, then. Bring the worm.”
>”Wait, I thought you’d tell me what we’re gonna do!”
>…
“That’d ruin the surprise, Pinkie. I know how you like… surprises.”
***
>The door slams shut behind the two of you, and you twist the lock just to make sure.
>Not that you haven’t been here before…
>”So, what are we gonna –“
>You forcefully press your lips to Pinkie’s chatterbox, silencing the silly pony with a sloppy kiss;
>availing yourself of the lovely mare’s lush pink mane, you awkwardly side-step the two of you over to her bed,
>guiding her onto her back as your tongue swims in her eagerly-receptive mouth.
>This is fun enough on its own, but you’ve got something special planned, just as you promised.
“Pinkie…”
>you draw apart, tongues connected with a thin strand of saliva,
“I want you to close your eyes for me. Part of the surprise and all.”
>”Uhh… o-okay, Anon. If you say so.”
>She probably won’t  be able to resist, but that’s fine. It’s not like your intentions are that hard to guess.
>You step over to the box sitting on her dresser and pull apart one end of the plastic;
>this is one big fucking worm. At least three feet in length, and a good three inches in diameter, at least;
>the perfect peg for a smooth, sopping-wet pony hole…
>You drag the worm out of its sleeve, awkwardly hoisting it into the air to prevent it from sticking to anything.
>It’s awfully heavy.
>”Anon…?”
>A  light, friendly pet on the pink pony’s inner thigh is the only answer you provide;
>inches from her sweet spot, just inside of her left flank, she shudders instinctively at your touch – you love doing this.
>But you’re not really in the mood for foreplay this morning.
>You drag your tongue up the length of her slit, and do it again, eager to stimulate Pinkie’s natural lubrication.
>Active girl that she is, it doesn’t take long, and only reluctantly do you draw yourself away from the delicious,
>fragrant nectar you have dined on so often; there is something special about today, after all.
>You pop the head of the phallic confection into your mouth,
>wetting its sickly-sweet surface in preparation for a little fun.
>Pinkie’s lovely cunt is a delicacy all its own; you wonder what possibilities a giant gummy worm might add.
>”Um…”
“Shh… it’ll be all-“
>You jam the cold, sticky end of the giant gummy worm deep into Pinkie’s pussy,
>sliding in inch after inch as the ecstatic little mare moans in pleasure and surprise.
>”An-aaah! This is… not what I had in mind…”
“Come on, you know it’s a great idea.”
>”Well…”
>You wriggle the gummy worm around in her cavity, her objections ending with a swoon;
>pistoning the candy in and out, in and out, Pinkie’s thighs bucking to the steady pace of your thrusts,
>you almost wish you had a camera to record all this.
“How is it?”
>”S-sticky… it feels weird…”
“Hm? You sure seem to be enjoying it.”
>”Ah~ Yeah… it’s different, I guess… Anon?”
“Yes, Pinkie Pie?”
>”A-are you gonna make me cum?”
“Of course.”
>You lightly stroke her gleaming, rosy clitoris, putting both hands to work pleasuring your favorite pony in Equestria,
>alternating the thrusts of a giant gummy worm into her snatch with gentle circles on her button.
>The wet squelches of vagina against gummy are loud enough to drown out Pinkie’s moans,
>and you’d worry about the Cakes if you didn’t know they were out shopping.
>Besides, the look on this lovely pony’s face as she gets candy-fucked by an obscenely large dildo is priceless.
>”Anon… I’m…”
>Her breathing is becoming more and more ragged, and you increase the pace of your teasing and fucking in accord.
>By now, the flicks of her clit are probably more effective than the dildo, but you’d dare not stop;
>if anything, you’re almost jackhammering the novelty candy into her eager depths,
>satisfying Pinkie in about the most Pinkie-appropriate way you can think of.
>You can feel her pleasure building, and increase the pace of your ministrations to a fever pitch,
>massaging and fucking the overwhelmed mare so forcefully that she quickly succumbs to a wave of pleasure,
>whinnying with glee as her muscles contract around the worm, riding out an orgasm that she’s unlikely to ever forget.
“Pinkie?”
>”Uh…?”
>You gently pull out the gummy worm, with some resistance from its stickiness,
>and a tiny flood of cum spills onto her sheets.
>You inspect your handiwork; nearly a foot is soaked with Pinkie’s cum,
>glistening in the morning light against the shiny surface of the pussy-deformed candy.
>You twist  off the soaked segment and sever it with your teeth, replacing the mostly-intact bulk in its plastic clamshell.
>”Anon? What are you doing?” Pinkie’s calmed down, bedroom eyes glancing from you to the mare-infused footlong you hold in your hand.
“Just grabbing lunch, my dear. I didn't do this just for you, you know.”
>"If you say so..." She collapses back onto the bed for a much-needed nap.
>And with that, you leave her to herself, intent on savoring your lust-soaked treat to the fullest.
Fin