Red Rum Cake #13 [Clop]

[Part 4 of “The Date”]
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>it’s been a long night, you won’t argue that
>hell, it’s been one of the craziest nights you had in a long time, and considering your career choice, that’s saying quite a bit
>as you and Pinkie ascend the stairs, she finally strikes a topic that she previously thought was too sensitive
>Pinkie: “Anon?”
What is it, sweetheart?
>Pinkie: “I don’t care what you say, but tonight was one of the best nights I’ve had.”
That’s interesting, considering the circumstances.
>she looks up at you indignantly, as if you’re provoking her
>Pinkie: “I’m being serious. Sure, some things didn’t go… as planned, but as long as it’s with you, it was the greatest.”
>you smile at her words, glad that a slight weight on your shoulder has been lifted
You’re saying that because you know you’re going to get laid soon, aren’t you?
>her smile grows wider, as if she’s the Cheshire Cat herself
>Pinkie: “No~! But that will make it even better.<3”
Well, as long as you’re up for the task, I’ll have to pray to whatever goddess that’ll accept me still that I’ll do a fine job.
>Pinkie: “You will, hehe!”
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>you finally reach the suite door, bulking and ominous
>it looks like something to let a demon to pass through, not a pony
>perhaps it’s irony, as Anacondius, Destroyer of Marehoods is passing through
>you put the key into the gold-embroidered lock, where magic itself turns the key
>spitting the key back out, you ponder for a moment if this is even the right room
>you look down at Pinkie, who seems to be thinking along the same lines
>she appears to be ready to dropkick the door down when another click is heard
>soon follows more clicks of bolts and spells pulling apart, and the door begins to slide to the left
>good lord, you understand this is an expensive room, but do they have to make the entry that dramatic
>is that suspenseful violin and trumpet fanfare you hear?
>are they seriously going this far?
>Pinkie: “Anon, try not to look like you have the runs; you paid a pretty bit for this, at least enjoy it.”
Now this is unheard of! You, telling me this for once, what else will happen tonight?
>Pinkie: “You know~!”
>she giggles as the door finally opens to its fullest extent, revealing the wondrous inside of the finest hotel room Canterlot has to offer
>you step forward in amazement, your lover following suit, and the door slowly closes just as vividly
Sweet Nayru.
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>this isn’t a hotel room; it’s a hotel castle lobby
>there’s more things in here to do than you could possibly plan for in one night
>the bed is a room in itself, almost enough to cover about four hundred square feet
>must be the optimal bed for wild orgies if they can afford it
>Pinkie hops on the bed enthusiastically as you explore this ever expanding cavern of luxury
>there are no walls; each and every room is titanically large in itself
>you could see the bathroom from here; that is definitely peculiar
>not that you have much qualms, so long as it’s just Pinkie and you
>Pinkie: “Anon~!”
>it’s in the AM, you doubt she can wait, but she’s gonna have to
>there’s a fucking fountain in the center of the “room”
>you’re marveling at the figurine at the top, of three pegasi in an elegant pose
>swirling into the air, frozen in stone
>this must be what angels are depicted as here
This is… fascinating.
>Pinkie lays flat down on the bed, horny as hell but obedient not to harass
>Pinkie: “You never seem to be the type to enjoy fine art. You surprise me every time, you know that?”
>you venture around, your voice echoing the room as you respond
Why do you say that? My profession is a work of art, not to mention that my special somep0ny is a masterpiece in herself.
>you turn your head back to wink at her, only to find her blushing madly
>Pinkie: “Damnit, Anon! Stop teasing me and get over here!”
>well, she’s an impatient one tonight
You sound a bit grumpy tonight; want to say ‘please’ for on-
>a knife slugs into a wall, nowhere near you, but enough to get your attention
>Pinkie: “You told me that I can’t kill you or try, but I’m really agitated right now, Anon~…”
>oh yeah, the sudden glint of danger in her eyes is enough to tell that
Alright, alright. Let me see if there’s anything… ah!
>a light dimmer, there you go
>lower the beams, raise the mood
>you still feel tense, like you’re about to commit an assassination
>your muscles clench as you make an effort to walk over to the bed
>Pinkie: “Loosen up, will you?”
Ugh… I’m about to loosen you up, motherfucker.
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>you’re not excited to go into much detail here for others, because it's a time in your life that you will forever keep vivid in your head only
>you lose your shirt, and toss it aside
>for the first time, she sees the speckle of scars and wounds
>the freshest addition is the one she planted in your shoulder when the two of you first met, unless you count the notch taken out of your ear
>she begins trying to count the battle wounds, only to fail miserably thanks to the low illumination and the motion of you taking off your pants
>without a moment of hesitation, you nonchalantly take off your briefs, baring yourself before her
>the old god slumbers, waiting for dark rituals and obscure summoning circles to bring him forth
>Pinkie: “Anon!”
W-what?!
>she’s still on her stomach, eyeballing you from toe to head
>Pinkie: “That was not very romantic at all!”
>you sputter, caught like a confused child with a crime he didn’t even know exist
What, what did I do wrong?
>Pinkie: “You were supposed to stop there, and pose, strut maybe, and give some foreplay!”
>you blink
Are you fucking serious? I thought I was just supposed to f-
>that pout
>she has initiative, roll for mental check
>mental guard is 5
>she rolls a bloody 18
Alright, alright! Holy shit, the things I do tonight.
>Pinkie: “Hehehe~! Love youuuu <3”
Love you too, you lovable asshole you.
>you pull the brief back up your waist, and kick the pants aside
>this is the most humiliating shit you're about to commit in your sorry life, you’d rather shove a stick up Princess Celestia’s ass in broad daylight and suffer the consequences than to do this
>nonetheless, you grit your teeth and attempt to pose like Atlas of Greek Mythology
>Pinkie: “Oooo~!”
>you start making poses you remember from the past, remarkable figures of celebrities, idols, heroes
>Daniel Hasselhoff, Superman, Rock Lee, Captain America, Chuck Norris, Enrique Iglesias, Gabriel Iglesias
>each one more humbling than the next, you make hip thrusting motions that would make the entire pony population break out in laughter
>for some forsaken reason, under the dim lights (and violin music is now playing somewhere, what the fuck) this totally turns on your marefriend on the bed
>she moans at the sight, staring attentively at the finally awoken Anacondius, who is ready to embark on an unholy crusade
>while a thin layer of cloth may hide his presence to her, it is enough to have her turn onto her pelvis and back, revealing the glory of herself
>holy shit, she’s craving a good plundering alright
>that marehood is the cutest ugly thing you could ever hope for
>and you’re about to put your dick in it
>this is not in the contract
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>you try your best to keep a straight face, not excited at all to do this, but you lower yourself over her and begin kissing her softly
>she’s moving her hips against your chest, the feeling of her second lips annoying the fuck out of you
>you’re going to lose your boner at this point, so you work on the one thing you know that’ll get you going
>you manage to venture from her mouth to her neck, nuzzling into the fur as you nibble lightly
>this earns you a seductive moan as you try to figure out if you like fur in your mouth or not
>eh, you’ll live
>but the corrupting sounds coming from her are the fuel you need, the Destroyer of Marehoods ready to carve it’s path into destiny
>you let a hand find its way down between her legs before she stops you
>Pinkie: “No, not tonight.”
Straight to the punch, eh? When’s the last time you’ve done this?
>she stares at you blankly
>Pinkie: “Done… what?”
Err, sex. Don’t tell me this is your first time.
>who knows, maybe she fucks every target before she kills them
>perhaps hides a bear trap in her vagina, so you bleed to death thanks to a serrated extremity
>she’s now looking at you as if daring you to say the wrong words
>Pinkie: “And what if it is?”
>your jaw drops, shocked
>you know it may have been mentioned before, but you thought she was joking
>she’s not though, and she’s being most certain to bring that point across
Oh, well. I guess I better leave a good impression, huh?
>it’s like she’s trying to kill you with looks, and it’s breaking down your barriers of nervousness and instead laying down minefields
>Pinkie: “Anon.”
Look, forgive me, it’s just… I’m really nervous, and I don’t know how to do this properly, and…
>she’s shaking, is she that infuriated?
>no, she’s shivering, she’s scared
>you lean in to kiss her, and she turns her head to deflect the contact
>ouch
>Pinkie: “Anon, I don’t want to force you to do this. I love you, and I’m already scared what this will do to us.”
>this time you take charge, your confidence returning as you lean up over her
Pinkie, this is an order- answer me honestly.
>she’s still shaking as if she’s going to break down on two of yours first act of love making
>Pinkie: “W-what?”
Do you love me?
>that one is easy for her
>Pinkie: “Y-yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!”
Do I love you?
>apparently not as simple to answer it seems
>Pinkie: “… Do you?”
Wrong answer. The correct, right, and honest answer is “Anon loves me more than anything in the world”. Good news, there’s a retake on that question. Again, do I love you?
>Pinkie: “Yes…”
>you lower yourself to her ear
How much?
>Pinkie: “More than anything.”
There is no limit to how much you mean to me now, Pinkie, remember that and mark it in the memo you keep next to your heart.
>you finally did it, your true feelings
>breaking an old oath to never fall in love
>times are different; perhaps you’ve gotten soft
>or perhaps you let her temper you into something better
>she’s done being scared, tears going down her face as happiness fills her
>you shimmy your briefs off of you as she wipes the tears away
>Pinkie: “Thank you, Anon… <3”
Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart, the fun part is about to begin.
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>and so it begins, the time you’ve been anticipating and dreading
>that trepidation dissipates almost instantly when you entered her
>you try to be slow, tender; it was her first time after all
>in all respects, perhaps for you too
>but the noise of slight pain for her were soon replaced by one of joy, pleasure even
>you enter in the fullest extent, and she gives a cry of delight
>she’s been wanting this for weeks now, and she’s getting exactly want she’s wanted
>soon you find your own rhythm, matching the motions she’s trying to replicate
>her groans become moans, louder with each stroke
>you continue this steady pattern for minutes, letting a hand find sensitive places of her own
>sometimes it’s a dead end, other times it’s a gold mine
>it appears any effort you make for her is worth it in her book
>you promise never to let her be lonely again
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>after a few more minutes, you feel the sensation almost every human male can appreciate
>Anacondius, Destroyer of Marehoods, has made his place in history, his work finished
>but he’s not ready to be done without a final bang, it seems
Pinkie, I think I’m going to come soon, what should I…?
>Pinkie: “Mmm… keep it in, Anon, haaa.!”
>you don’t know anything of DNA similarity, but if it’s what she wishes, you’re compelled to obey under the rules of that 18 she rolled
>Anacondius: “TREMBLE IN MY QUAKE, AND FEAR MY ETERNAL REIGN"
>wait, what- OH
>she’s coming like there’s no tomorrow, as if the sneaky god had the power to force her to ejaculate
>you little devil, you
>she’s yelling things you don’t understand
>Pinkie: “Twitchy twitch, twitchy twitch!”
>what is she going on about?
>nonetheless, the god gives his farewell as your own body climaxes
>you’ll never doubt Pinkie Pie’s marehood again
>never ever ever
>you pump thrust yourself into her until you’re sure the job is done, wrapping up her unique orgasm as well as your own
>a feeling of elation and ecstasy warms you over, still at the hilt in her
>you’re heaving, for Nayru sake, you really went your all
Damn, that was… that was something. 10/10, would fuck again.
>Pinkie: “What…?”
Hey, if you can yell nonsensical gibberish, I can too.
>you finally pull out, plopping next beside her
>Pinkie places her hooves on her midriff, as if feeling the remnants of you inside her
>Pinkie: “I feel… better now, much better.”
Good, I was hoping that will curb your… eagerness to throw knives.
>she giggles quietly, pressing herself against your side
>Pinkie: “Anon~!”
I’m not going for a second round tonight, sweetheart.
>Pinkie: “Nyo~ron!”
That’s why I decided to rent this place for two nights. We’ll be spending most of tomorrow in here doing… fun stuff.
>Pinkie: “Like… Jenga?<3”
More fun.
>Pinkie: “Oooo~! Okie dokie lokie! <3<3<3”
>you press her against you, your arms around her
>grabbing the blanket, you opt out of putting your briefs back on and sleeping nude tonight
>you don’t give a flying fuck, these blankets are wonderful and you paid for all of this
Good night, Pinkie, hope you enjoyed your first date.
>Pinkie: “…mmm…”
…Pinkie?
>she fell asleep almost instanteously, your arms holding her a catalyst to feeling like she’s in the safest place in the world
Fucking Pinkie Pie.
>her long pink mane shimmers in the low light, her light smile forming as you fall asleep next to her
>end