You spent a long time with Pinkie Pie

Saturday, January 14th

Pinkie Pie’s Bedroom

>You find yourself waiting on Pinkie’s bed, nursing an extra large mug of hot cocoa.
>After taking off your wet clothes from your little sledding trip and getting something warm to drink with Pinkie, she went to take a quick shower.
>You offered to join her, but she was quick to point out it would get a little cramped with you in there.
>She made sure to add that she doesn’t mind you being a little dirty before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door.
>After about 20 minutes of sipping piping hot cocoa from an oversized novelty mug pinkie had laying around, she throws the door open and sticks her head through, announcing, “Heeeeere’s Pinkie!”
“Thought you were gonna make it quick.”
>”Hee hee! My bad! I just wanted to make sure I was extra super squeaky clean for you today.”
>Pinkie gives you a coy smile as she hops onto the bed and leans against you. “You didn’t get started without me, did you?”
>You catch a whiff of Pinkie’s bubble gum shampoo as you lean in to give her a wet smooch.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
>Pinkie lets out a playful giggle that warms your heart. “Well then, unless you’ve got edible clothes, you better take ‘em off, Mister.”
>”Wait, are they?” She asks hopefully.
“Only for green slimes. Gimmie a sec.”
>As you turn around and quickly throw your clothes to the floor, you hear the telltale sounds of something whooshing out of an aerosol spray can.
>After kicking away your boxers, you turn and see Pinkie sitting up and staring at you curiously with a thick beard of whipped cream.
>You can’t help but let out a few breathless chuckles.
“Santa?”
>”Actually I was going for Freud. But the fact that you thought of Santa first tells me you have unresolved issues with your mother.”
>”Just kidding. It’s Santa! And I got a present for you…”
>Pinkie turns to the side, showing you the start of a thin line of whipped cream running down her shoulder.
>”Hope you’re hungry~!” She sings teasingly.
>You just smirk and crawl onto the bed with her, leaning in past her cream-coated face and lapping up the sweet fluffy cream.
>Pinkie turns as you slurp down the line, giving you a better angle to follow the trail down along her side.
>She wriggles slightly as your tongue tickles and wets her smooth pink fur, licking down past her hips where the cream spreads out into an arrow pointing to her nicely rounded pink flank, where three white tufts of sugary goodness topped with bright red cherries wait as your reward.
>You open wide and press your face to her plump flank, taking the first little treat into your mouth and licking her clean.
>Pinkie moans out a low “Ooooh…” when your tongue drags across her pillowy bottom.
>As you pull back, you notice she placed the little arrangement right over one of the blue balloon symbols of her cutie mark.
>”Two more…”
>You take her hint and swallow down the cherry, going in for another pass.
>This time you press your tongue flat and linger a bit longer, applying a smooth pressure to her sensitive mark.
>”Mmm that’s good…”
>You roll the juicy cherry into your mouth and swallow it down, going in for the final mound of sweetness.
>This time, you let the tip of your tongue wriggle into the little balloon shape, tickling and teasing her with your tongue tip while you reach to her other flank to give it a firm squeeze.
>Pinkie inhales sharply and exhales through her teeth, “Oh! Fffffuuudge that’s good…”
>”Oh! Fudge! That’s good.” She says quickly in realization, slipping out from under you and rolling you onto your back.
>”Your turn, cutie!”
>Pinkie ducks to the side and grabs a big plastic squeeze bottle of liquid fudge.
>”Just tell me if it’s too hot, okay?”
“Uh, okay…”
>Pinkie squeezes the bottle in her hooves, letting thick brown fudge drip down to your belly.
>It’s pleasantly warm against your perfectly smooth green skin as Pinkie loops around with a curved line, then places it over your chest.
>You feel a bit nervous as she touches the tip of the bottle to your left nipple, and squeezes a thick glob of fudge all over it.
>The intense warmth makes your heart race, but it’s far from painful as you let Pinkie squeeze a second circle over the other side, completing a chocolatey smiley-face on your torso.
>”Tada!” she raises her hoofs proudly.
“Cute.”
>”I gonna draw The Creation of Pony, but I didn’t think you’d wanna wait that long. I don’t either.”
>Pinkie dives right in, slurping up the chocolate smile with her smooth pony tongue.
>She traces along the lines, erasing it with long tender licking, then crawling up along your body to reach the warm sticky fudge over your nipples.
>The earth pony leans in, placing her mouth over your left nipple and sucking the fudge off it hard, tickling the tip with her tongue in a way that makes you twitch unconsciously.
>Her lips smack as she pulls off it, turning to the side and going straight for the other, this time giving it slow deliberate slurps to clear off the hot fudge smeared over your chest.
>The spreading sensation of warmth is enticing, but not nearly as much as the sight of the pink mare passionately running her tongue over your firm chest, her fluffy pink mane hanging over the sides of her face as she slurps you clean.
>You reach out and stroke the top of her head gently to encourage her.
>Her body relaxes as you run your fingers along her little ears, rubbing at the sides affectionately and watching them twitch.
>You hear a soft squelching sound, and look to see Pinkie reaching behind herself to slather gobs of clear cupcake flavored lube over her nethers, making sure she’s nice and prepared for you.
“Don’t wanna wait long, huh?”
>Pinkie’s lips smack as she pulls away from your nipple to reply. “I almost got started without you.”
“Damn…”
>She smiles and starts lowering her hips, gazing into your eyes seductively as a warm wetness touches down above your groin.
>With her legs splayed out wide, Pinkie smears her soft, plush pussy lips down along your crotch, smearing slippery sweet liquid over you, grinding on you slowly until her pillowy ass cheeks meet your rock hard dick.
>Pinkie licks her lips slowly, teasing your stiff cock by sliding it between her plump squeezable butt, smearing it with some of her special lube.
>She doesn’t look away for even a second, locking herself into an intense passionate gaze as her hips start to slide her rump up over your length.
>As it travels, you feel the ridge of her puffy pink ponut barely kissing the head of your cock, sliding past your slicked up dick, and giving way to the sensation of a pair of plump fleshy lips.
>Pinkie’s warm entrance quivers against your cock needily.
>”You ready?”
“Yeah…” You respond breathlessly.
>Your cock throbs in anticipation as Pinkie wriggles herself into just the right position, letting you slip in between her folds and lining you up, then slams her hips down hard!
>You feel your heart skip a beat as pinkie’s deep pussy swallows your cock down to the hilt, gripping it in a sudden intense warmth.
“HA-hooly…”
>You can’t even get the next words out as Pinkie starts pumping her hips, taking your sensitive member for a ride in her slippery love canal.
>Her ass smacks your thighs loudly, velvety walls clamping down tightly on your sensitive shaft with each bounce.
>”You like Pinkie’s Pie, Anon?” Pinkie asks with the same cheerful tone she asks you about  any other food with.
“It’s the best… you’re so fucking hot…”
>Pinkie leans over you and giggles, “You think so? Be even hotter if you gave it some niiice creeamy filling…”
>”Just stick it in as deeep as you caaan... “ Pinkie says softly, slamming her hips down and hilting you with every elongated syllable to help you get the picture.
>”And fill me up with some waarm… stiicky goodness…”
>”And do it again… and again…”
>Pinkie keeps changing her rhythm between unbearably rapid bouncing, and heavy deep thrusts of her hips every time she wants to tease you.
>”Over… and over…”
>”Till it just starts dripping… out…” she moans loudly with punctuated thrusts, barely letting you hang on as your entire shaft surges with pleasure from the warm slippery grip of her pussy.
>Her eyes narrow in ecstasy as she whispers out, “C’mon… just fuck me deep already…”
>”Fill me up, Anon.”
>With those words, you seize her roughly by the flanks and start thrusting up hard, holding her in place and pistoning your thick cock into her as fast as your hips can move!
>”MmmmmMM! That’s it! Faster!” Pinkie squeals in delight as your hips spasm, throwing you into her with wild thrusts that send your mind away, until there’s nothing but the blinding pleasure surging through your loins!
>Your fingers squeeze her ass hard enough to leave marks as you finally slam your cock in as deep as it can go, pleasure spilling out of it and flooding her deeply with hot sticky seed as she squeals out “Yesyesyesyes YES! Oh my god it’s so good!”
>Releasing your tight grip, you try to catch your breath, but Pinkie goes right back to steadily pumping your sensitive dick, milking out another frantic half spurt.
“G-Geez, Pinkie…”
>”My bad. Got a little too eager.”
>Pinkie raises her rump off you, letting your slicked up green member flop out of her dripping slit.
>She turns around, lifting her tail to give you a nice view of her winking mare pussy, dripping with mixed fluids and slicked with smeared sweet smelling lubricant.
>You feel another rush of hot, wet pleasure as Pinkie takes your moistened member into her mouth, slurping up the remnants of your lovemaking.
>”Mmm…”
>She bobs her head down slowly, taking your tip to the back of her throat, then draws out with a long slow lick along the length of your shaft.
>Her mouth pops off as she turns around and winks. “Really does taste like cupcakes! Just tell me when you think you’re ready for round two.”
“Round two?”
>Pinkie wiggles her rump at your face as she looks over shoulder. “Didn’t I tell you? Again and again, silly. I know you got a lot more filling to stuff into this pie…”
“Just the way I like it…”
>You pounded Pinkie’s pie well into the afternoon, managing to cum in her about 4 and a half times before giving up and collapsing in bed with her.
>She ends up falling asleep holding you from behind, her well-used slit dripping with your seed.
>You try to slip out of her grip without waking her, hoping to get cleaned up and see Shining at the bar later today…
>But as you try to move out, you feel her forelegs tightening.
>You look over, and she seems to still be sleeping with a satisfied smile.
>She doesn’t seem to want you to leave yet.
>Well… you suppose you can be a little late.