Pie-Faced

by Thunder Ice

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Pinkie Pie, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 5551

A simple game of tag in Sugarcube Corner quickly turns frisky.

Pinkie and I have been together for a while now. While she's the crazy party pony everyone knows, she's a bit of a softie sometimes when it comes to love. So tonight, we decide to have a bit of fun.

And what better way to have fun than with some hide and tag?

Y'know...it's a mixture of the two.

Completely bored as I wrote this. Sue me. Don't expect it to be very good. I'm losing my touch.

Especially if it took me five years to finish this story. kek ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Published 2018-02-10 04:10:12 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-10 04:10:12 UTC

Pie-Faced

Author's Note

NOTE: THIS STORY WAS NOT MEANT TO BE GOOD. I PRETTY MUCH EXPECT YOU TO HATE IT. I JUST WROTE IT BECAUSE I WAS HORNY.

...Awkward...

READ THE SPOILERS BEFORE ASSUMING SHEEEEEEIIIIT.

I first wrote this story back in June (4) 2013, but never published it until now. Half of this story was written nearly five years ago, June will mark it. The story is as it stood and also stands. The shit that isn't spoilered like this is stuff I wrote back in 2013. Feel free to bash this all as you please. :)

The reddened A near the end was where I continued after nearly five years (2/9/2018).

Deleted quote for cringe:

Not many people knew about it, but I was a brony. Still am. My parents knew. They didn't give a damn. My friends knew. They didn't give a damn either. My girlfriend knew. She dumped me, so I dumped her in a lake. Heh...Okay, so I didn't actually do it...but now, I'm kind of regretting NOT doing it in the first place...

Yeah, I was quite fucked up then. Moving on...again.

Pie-Faced

Another day, another delicious treat sold to another friendly customer.

Before you ask - if you were going to ask - no, I'm not Pinkie Pie. I am just simply a helper for her at Sugarcube Corner, and also her stallionfriend, I'll just point out. Yes, I am a stallion...But I wasn't always one. I, in fact, was from Earth. But something strange happened, and I somehow ended up in Equestria. I don't even remember how, but I'm glad I'm finally in Equestria and away from the God/Celestia-forsaken planet I used to call "home".

I've been living in Equestria for as long as 6 months now, so only half a year...But it feels like 6 years...Not really, but it still feels pretty long.

Also, no, I didn't arrive here as a human. I came here, surprisingly, as my OC pony. Though, the whole time I've had it, I never gave him a name. I couldn't exactly think of a name, mostly because most names end up being stupid, so I just said whatever came to mind...It was the dumbest name I ever thought of, but surprisingly, the ponies were all cool with it, like it didn't weird them out or anything.

...Let me guess. You want me to give you some kind of backstory as to who the hell I am, where I came from, how I got here, and what I'm doing now, right?

...

*sigh* ...Alright, then. My name isn't what I picked for Earth, but it was originally Alex Horder. Yeah, stupid last name, I know. I was around 16 when I arrived here in Equestria, and my birthday was 3 weeks ago, so now, I'm 17, but older now because of the whole 'different-species' thing. Legal now, too. I lived with my parents in good ol' Chicago...or what my parents called it. They were like the typical parents that would give you what you wanted because they loved you so much. Fun for a while, but gets quite annoying quickly. At least I'm not saying both my parents died in a super horrific way and I was given super powers to save the universe, right? Because we definitely don't have enough of those stories...Anyway, moving on.

Not many people knew about it, but I was a brony. Still am. My parents knew. They didn't give a damn. My friends knew. They didn't give a damn either. My girlfriend knew. She dumped me, so I dumped her in a lake.

I first heard of Friendship is Magic back in 2012, and wish I heard about it earlier. Since then, I've done tons of pony art and fanfics about it...I've even fapped to the porn of it. I will admit, I am a clopper when it comes to ponies. I'm not ashamed to admit it. But I don't watch the show for the plot. I watch it for what it is. Cute, friendly, and overall, well done.

But most of the time while I was doodling, typing, or clopping away, I always thought about a certain, pink party pony.

Ever since I started watching the show, I gained this sudden feeling towards Pinkie Pie. It wasn't just an interest in the character, but more of a loving, romantic feeling. Everytime I watched an episode, I just wanted to reach up to her, grab her, pull her through the television and kiss her right in the middle of my bedroom. But in the end, I always remembered that she was just a technicolor cartoon pony in a fictional cartoon world, and that what I was thinking was very weird to everyone else. But to be honest, I'm not the only one who has the same feelings for a cartoon character. Seriously, remember that one Korean guy who married a pillow of a cartoon character?

However, one whole night - don't expect me to explain it; I'm still trying to find out - my whole life changed suddenly. I was - unexpectedly - thrust into the land of Equestria. Arriving, I was nearly blinded by the sun, and got a headache from the colorful landscape.

Did I give two shits? No. Why? Because I was in Equestria. Seriously, you end up in the land you've always wanted to go to, and the colors bother you?

However, strangely, I didn't just arrive at some certain time in Equestria; for example, I didn't arrive after the cartoon was over. I arrived the day before Nightmare Moon was to return, so basically I was thrown all the way back to Season 1. However, I didn't exactly meet the others until up during the battle with NMM. I thought to myself, "Hey, if this world is different from the cartoon, it wouldn't hurt if I messed with history, right?"

Wrong.

As Twilight was almost struck by Nightmare's magic, I pushed her out of the way in time, but that unfortunately put me in the line of fire. I figured that since it was a cartoon, it wouldn't exactly hurt as much as it might on Earth, right? I was once again wrong. There were so many words I wanted to say to describe how much pain I was in, but I didn't have enough time to say it, mostly because of the fact that NMM blasted me into a goddamn-I mean, Celestiadamn wall and knocked me out cold.

When I eventually woke up, I found out I was in a coma for a week. The worst part of it, I had a few cracked ribs from both the impact of the magic and colliding 100 miles an hour into an old brick wall.

But was it worth it? You bet your bubblegum tasting plot it was.

Okay, that last part was a little creepy.

Luckily, but quite creepily, the broken ribs healed up within a few days. Why they didn't heal why I was out I still don't know. Anyway, once they were fully healed, I was able to leave the hospital. Fortunately, the Elements of Harmony gladly paid the hospital bill for me, which was a good thing. That's one thing that sucks about going to another world. You can't really take anything with you. Then again, I didn't have anything with me before I arrived, so I pretty much have nothing to lose.

Anyway, not even 30 minutes after leaving the hospital, I was given a big thank you by the Elements themselves. Didn't think I was excited? Oh no, I nearly failed trying to control my excitement. Anyway, after being given the big thanks, Pinkie, being the cute, pink party pony she was, threw a party for me a few hours later. And when I arrived to the party, literally everybo-I mean everypony in town showed up to the party. I don't know why it was for me, though. It should be for the rest of the elements for stopping Nightmare. I guess it was for my heroic sacrifice. Doesn't matter, had se-I mean cake.

After the party, everyone left, waved, kissed, and hugged each other goodbye, leaving Pinkie to clean up by herself. I felt kind of annoyed by the fact that no one decided to stay and help...no one but me, that is. So yes, I volunteered to stay and help Pinkie clean up the place. For the past hour, I was left with my crush to help clean up. How more true can this dream get?

During the fairly quick 60 minutes, Pinkie and I did nothing but talk and laugh. Literally had fun while cleaning up others' messes. As we talked, we asked each other jokes, each of them funny. We also stopped after we finished to play truth or dare. No, it wasn't random. Would you get bored after cleaning up the messes of others? I think you would. Moving on.

For about 5 minutes, both of us did some funny truths, and did some funny or stupid dares, like doing the Cinnamon challenge. After 5 minutes, Pinkie said dare, but I had something more devious and...sexual in mind...Okay, it wasn't devious...ish, but it was sexual. But I was only merely joking around, trying to make her blush or something like that.

...Alright, I'll tell you. I dared her to give me a hoofjob.

However, the bigger surprise...She said 'okay'. And right there in the main room of Sugarcube Corner, she gave me the best damn hoofjob I've ever felt, and she didn't dare stop until I finished right on her cute little face.

And no, it wasn't meant to be like one of those stupid OC stories where the main guy gets his waifu 5 go-Celestiadamn seconds after arriving. It was, like I said, a joke, and I was just kind of hoping I'd eventually be able to be with her after I got to know her better. I didn't expect THIS to be the outcome.

To be honest, I'm extremely glad I made that dare when I did. That one dare started a fairly good relationship.

But in the first few days of our relationship, I made a promise that we wouldn't have sex until she was perfectly okay with it. Even Equestria's #1 party animal had SOME standards.

Throughout the course of our relationship, all the way through Seasons 1 and 2 - haven't reached Season 3 yet - we literally did nothing but have fun and kiss. You know, like most relationships. But mostly, after the sun goes down...we get kinda...sexual. Kinda.

Again, we didn't go all the way. Pinkie would give me an amazing hoofjob - seriously, hooves are better than hands - and, like all the other times, she didn't stop until I sprayed my love liquid onto her face, which she would lick afterwards. About sometime during the Season 2 time period, so over a year into our relationship, Pinkie allowed me to give her oral. Why not the whole year? Like I said, Pinkie has SOME standards.

Anyway, Pinkie finally allowed me to lick her love... line... her slit, alright? - and since that first night she allowed me, she's wanted me to do it again and again. So since then, we've usually spent our nights 69'ing, moaning to each other in harmony until both of us released, then we would cuddle up against each other after cleaning ourselves off, and we would drift of into slumber.

I can already hear the OC bashers approaching.

...

Anyway...on with the actual story. Proceed downwards. Thanks.

It's around night time, and I just finished placing a purchase for a customer, who left satisfied, just like any other customer who comes here. However, these past few hours have been rather...odd lately. As the front door closes, I turn my head, observing my surroundings. It was surely empty, which sent quite the chill down my spine a few times, and I was the only one here...a question had been ringing through my mind for a little while now...

Where is Pinkie Pie?

"Pinkie?" I call out, hoping to attract the pink pony's attention. Silence follows. Not a reply or giggle or anything. She's most likely sleeping. May be exhausted, most likely. She has a right to be exhausted. Today, we had twice as many customers as yesterday. And since I'm a bit OCD like Twilight, I like to constantly check on a few things, such as the number of customers. Today, we had 152 customers come today, the last one leaving just a minute ago...which begs the question, how many ponies live here in Ponyville anyway? I've passed by the houses many times, and it doesn't look at all like there'd be that many ponies living here.

Placing that thought aside, I called out to Pinkie once more, but once again, silence follows. Still no response. I come to the conclusion that she's sleeping, but as I listen closely, I can notice that I don't hear her snoring at all. A bit of worry washes over me, but I shake it off. It's probably just my ears.

But...I should probably check on her, just in case. But first, I should lock the door. Hey, even though criminal activity rarely happens in Ponyville, you never know, right?

I walk over to the door, place the key into the keyhole, and turn it to the right, locking and securing the shop. I walk over to the window where the sign stood. Being exposed to the outside was the word "open". I simply turn it 180 degrees. The word "closed" now faces out.

Once that's done, I walked back to the doorway leading to the kitchen. But before I enter, I flip the light switch, turning off the lights for the main entrance area.

"Pinkie?" I call out again as I enter the kitchen area of the shop. Like the entrance, it's empty. However, when I looked upon the counter, it was shiny and clean. Last time I saw it, it was covered with dough and flour. Pinkie must've done it while I making purchases. She's such a sweet girl. I'll have to "thank" her.

However, the table isn't exactly clear. As I walked over to it, I spotted a picture sitting on it. Picking the picture up, I could see Mr. and Mrs. Cake, the Cake twins, and Pinkie standing in front of the shop. A date is portrayed on the bottom right corner of the picture: 6/21/12.

I haven't exactly seen this picture up until now. I didn't exactly know this picture was even taken, mostly because when it was, I was on vacation in Baltimare. Pinkie was quite depressed when I returned after a week away from her, but I easily made it up to her...You know how.

Smiling, I placed the picture down, placing it back into its original position, and continued through the shop looking for Pinkie. Since the entrance and kitchen are already searched, the only places left are the bedroom, the bathroom, and the closet. I quickly head upstairs, mostly because the downstairs scares me for some odd reason at night. Maybe because of those angel statues in the kitchen that they bought a few weeks ago...Oddly creepy.

"Pinkie Pie?" I call her full name this time and continue walking down the empty hallway. On the walls, pictures of Pinkie, the Cakes, and the Cake twins hang. One of the pictures hang slanted to the right. I gently place it upright again and continue down the hall.

I make my way towards the first door on the left. I slowly prepare myself, hoping to be bombarded by confetti or cheese...Did I mention Pinkie always mixes those up?

"There you are!" I yell as I open up the door of the closet. Nothing but a hammer and a couple of baby toys. Why the hell they'd put a hammer in a closet of baby toys I'll never know...

"Teehee..."

I stop for a moment, a bit startled by the noise. I wait for a few seconds for another giggle, but nothing came.

"Oh Pinki~i~ie," I sing to her, hoping she would giggle. She would occasionally giggle whenever I sang to her. However, nothing came.

I'll get her. Just watch...or...read...Ahem.

Slowly, I close the door to the closet and begin to make my way towards the second door: The bathroom. She's gotta be hiding in here. I can tell. I twist the knob slowly, but quickly push the door open.

"Gotcha!"

Nothing in sight. The toilet and sink were in my view. I slowly turn my head to the right. The shower. Of course.

"Boo!" I yell as I pull the curtain aside, exposing the empty bathtub.

"Heehee!" Another adorable giggle emits from the hidden pony.

I exit the bathroom and look to the right, where one final door lay. That could only mean that pony was hiding in the bedroom. Fairly predictable, being the horny pony she is at night. I should've suspected that.

As I near the door, I reach for the bronze knob. I feel the coldness of the knob within my hand---sorry, hoof---and I slowly turn it to the left. Then to surprise her, I quickly push it open.

"Surprise!" I yell.

Wait a minute, what?

I stand in the doorway, looking around the bedroom. Nothing? How?

Deciding to see if she isn't hiding somewhere in here, I head over to the closet and open them wide. There's nothing but close and socks in here. I turn around and look down under the bed. Nothing. I head over to the windows and move the curtains about. Nothing. I look behind the door. Nothing!

Where the hell is she? ...Could I just be hearing things? What if she's actually outside? Oh shit, I locked the door! If she really is out there, I can't let her be locked out. As quick as I could, I turned towards the-

"BOO!!"

I loudly screamed from the sudden intrusion, jumping high into the air, nearly having a damn heart attack as I land back down.

"Tag, you're it!" I looked to where I stood to see Pinkie Pie standing there, and...Is she wearing...heart covered socks?

Loading boner. Socks. My only weakness against a cute, sexy pone. That was intended to be spelled like that.

I watched as the pink pony ran out of the room, expecting me to play tag with her, which is exactly what I'm going to do. As quick as I could, I got off the floor and ran out the doorway into the hallway. At the end, Pinkie stood there, tail and ass lifted up, and everything revealed.

"You want the party? You'll have to come g~e~e~et i~i~i~it!" She spoke the last words in a sing-song voice, just before taking off for downstairs. I quickly followed after her.

Once I reached the downstairs, like before, the lights were off. The only illumination downstairs came from Pinkie's socks. These ones weren't just boner-creating heart shaped ones, but also glow-in-the-dark. The many hearts on the socks glowed a bright pink, almost the same color as Pinkie's fur.

"Catch me if you ca~a~a~an!" Pinkie spoke again in the sing-song voice as I chased her. It was quite difficult with her keeping her tail up. Seeing the round, plump rump bouncing with every step in front of me was making it hard to concentrate. Unfortunately, karma can be a bitch - Haven't lived on Earth in half a year, can't remember some meanings - as I tripped and fell on my face. The pain. Motherfuck, it hurts.

Rule #1: Don't run when a pink, plump ass is wiggling in front of you. You might just get a face full of wood.

I laid on the floor for a few more seconds, when I realized that there's a pink ass trying to escape my grasp. Goddamn, this is sounding like one of those cheesy fanfics already. Well, technically, it is.

Anyway, I quickly got up and kept running. I was wondering why Pinkie didn't come back for me when I did fall. Eh, doesn't matter, will fuck.

Before I fell, I remembered seeing Pinkie look like she was taking off to the right. Just as she did, I turned to the right, which led back right into the decorative, clean, and very dusty kitchen.

Wait, dusty?

The last time I went into the kitchen - like, five minutes ago - it was clean and shiny. Now the kitchen was covered in a powdery looking substance that creepily reminded me of the Cordyceps spores in The Last of Us. Because referencing anything can make a descriptive story very good, right?

As I scooped up some of the powder-like substance in my hoof, I licked it and tasted it.

Flour. Well, no shit.

"Pinki~i~i~ie," I sing to her, "Come out an-"

"Achoo!"

I pause as I hear the sneeze. You see, when you're horny, flour can be used as an advantage and disadvantage. Disadvantage: It makes Pinkie sneeze. Advantage: It helps me find Pinkie. I go silent for a moment, hoping to hear another sneeze to give away her location. A few seconds pass. No sneeze comes. I continue to stand in place, waiting for another sneeze. Wait for it...

Wait for it...Wait...for...it...

"Achoo!!"

Gotcha.

Quickly heading to the location of the sound before I lost it, reaching the location, I saw that I was standing directly in front of the kitchen counter in the center of the room.

How Pinkie could fit in something so small, I'll never know. It's Pinkie Pie.

With a quick surprise to her, I pulled open the lower cabinet doors, causing the flour to clear around the area for a moment before it was once again engulfed within the powdery substance. Reaching my hands within the cabinet, I quickly began to feel my hoof palms covered with a fuzzy feel to them, indicating that Pinkie was in my reach. With one firm pull, I pulled Pinkie out, and when I did, she laughed like crazy, squirming around, like she was being tickled...which she was.

I was tickling her, got it?

"Thought you could get away, huh?" I asked deviously while still tickling the pony, who was now beneath me. I had her pinned down with my body while I tickled her hooves, chest, neck, etc, with her laughing and screaming.

It wasn't until half a minute of tickling when she finally yelled, "Okay, okay, I give up! You-haha-you win!"

I never stopped tickling her, even when she pleaded to stop. When I tickled her, I saw that she seemed to squirm much more when doing her hooves, and that became my main target. She squeaked, squealed, and squirmed. Looked like her and Rainbow Dash had something in common. A minute into the tickling, she started shouting my name in a cheery, ticklish and happy way, and at the same time, begged for me to stop tickling her.

"S-S-Stop, now, please! It t-t-t-tiicckles!!! H-HHhhaaahahahaaa! E-e-eeh...I....H-H-I....I'm....I'm abb-b-bbout to-"

Then suddenly, she stopped moving, her whole body freezing almost instantly. Her giggles and stifles became silent. All that escaped her mouth was a slight squeak. Then came a moan. Not more than a second after, I began to feel a liquid squirting on my right hind leg, quickly beginning to pool around the base.

I didn't think her hooves were THAT sensitive. But it looks like I learned something new. Note to self: Remember to always tickle Pinkie before we start.

Once Pinkie's orgasm died down, her forelegs and hind legs which were frozen in the air fell down to the ground, limp. She then once again began to breath, taking in deep breaths as a result of holding it while she was cumming, also going, "Nnnnnyaah..." a few times before she finally began to breath normally.

I laughed a little, though I felt bad about it, and I apologized for forcefully tickling her. I never wanted to force her into anything, even if it was playful, because I'd always regret it pretty quick.

As I was ready to apologize, I suddenly felt myself being knocked onto my back, knocking my head against the floor. It didn't hurt much, but I still held it. However, Pinkie didn't seem to noti~~gghaah~!

"Payback time!" Pinkie exclaimed in a semi-cheerful but exhausted manner, gripping my semi-hard shaft rather tightly with a hoof. Not more than a moment later, the hoof began to quickly make its way up and down, stiffening it until it was fully erect and at full length. But then she stopped once it was at full hardness.

Letting go of the back of my head, I opened an eye to observe Pinkie, and noticed she was doing nothing but staring at the shaft before her, pulsating and leaking pre-cum. I noticed a big blush on her cheeks, and her eyes wide, as she did nothing but stare for at least fifteen or so seconds, maybe a bit longer.

I laughed a little, realizing that even after all this time, even months into our relationship, she still is mesmerized at it, like it's her first time seeing it all over again.

My little laugh brought her out of her short trance. She apologized, for which I simply said there was no reason to be sorry, smiling at her.

Slowly, she lifted a hoof, gently placing it in the middle of my length. She's done this many times, but every time she touches it, it always feels alien. The feeling of her hoof is someone soft, almost like a human hand. It was strange, considering hooves always make a clopping noise when they touch the ground, but I never seemed to pay much mind to it.

A few seconds after placing her hoof down, she begins to gently and carefully move it up and down, reaching the tip, resting it for half a second, before gently sliding it back down, all the way to the base, before repeating the process. At first, she was slow, but as time went on, she began to slowly increase her pace, going faster and faster with every passing half minute. By the time three minutes had passed, Pinkie's hoof was going up and down much faster than previous times, making the experience uncomfortably pleasurable. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

As the five minute mark passed, I began to feel the approaching climax, coming much faster than previously.

"C...Close..." was all I could say.

Pinkie heeded the warning almost instantaneously. Not stopping her frequent pumping, she aimed my now flaring shaft and aimed it towards her face, this time, opening her mouth, something she never did until now.

A second later, I could feel my orgasm erupt from me, my cum shooting straight into Pinkie's mouth and down her throat. Eager to taste it all, she took the whole length of me into her mouth, moaning with every spurt I shot into her mouth. My body twitched as I came for the first time in days, gripping Pinkie's flanks tightly in my hooves as I let out a pleased sigh.

As soon as the last spurt of cum came out, Pinkie pulled away, showing me her fill before swallowing it whole.

"Do... mnngh... do you still wanna—"

"Get rutted against the counter-top?" she suddenly exclaimed. "I thought you'd never ask~"

Actually, I was gonna suggest some more oral, but that works just fine. That always worked fine.

Pinkie got up from the floor and hopped over to the kitchen's counter-top, where she bent herself over, presenting her luscious flanks and still wet vagina. I could already feel myself getting hard again at the sight. That was the think I loved about ponies—they always had the energy for another go, including stallions.

Getting back up on all fours, I walked over to Pinkie and circled her carefully, giving her a smirk. I traced my wing slowly against her frame, making her shiver with anticipation. I gave her rump a firm smack, and she let out a gasp, shutting her eyes with a moan.

"Please..." she begged, but I played along.

"Hmm? Please what?"

"Please... make me twitch again?"

Close enough.

Walking behind Pinkie, I reared myself up on my hind hooves and started to aim myself carefully against her moist entrance. I rubbed it against it gently, teasing her further, and it prompted her to move her rump back and forth against the tip, all the while she was begging for more, just to get the fill she so craved.

And fill she earned. With a single thrust, I bottomed out in an instant. Pinkie's legs nearly gave out, but I was there to keep her standing up.

The thing about Pinkie was that she liked it rough and fast. While she did love the romantic and cutesy aspect of sex, she absolutely loved to get dirty, get hard and fast, to "beg like a little slut," like she suggested at one point.

So I didn't hold back or take it slow. Taking control, I immediately began to thrust hard and fast into Pinkie's pussy, taking in the sensation of her warm inner walls. The party mare was instantly lost in the pleasure. Her moans echoed throughout the kitchen, and if anypony else was here, then it could've been heard throughout the entire bakery. Luckily for us, it was just me and her.

"Harder~" she moaned, and as such, I entered her harder, rougher, and all she did was squeal with delight as I pounded her relentlessly. If anypony passed by the windows, they would probably be able to look in and see. Not that either of us cared, anyhow.

"You like this?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Tell me how much you like this."

It was part of our routine to talk dirty. Pinkie loved it.

"I-I love it when you fuck me. I love it when you fuck my pretty party pony pussy."

She knew I loved hearing her say those four words, not because they were hot, but because they were hilarious the first time I heard her say them. A running gag.

"You like it when I fuck you like this?" I asked her as I slammed myself back into her with a deep thrust.

"A-ahh! Y-Yesss..."

"Are you a good slut? Does my little slut like being pounded like this?"

She gave me a firm nod as the pleasure held her tongue.

"Say it. Say you're a good slut."

"I-.... I'm a good slut."

"Louder," I said firmly, slamming into her again and earning another squeal.

"I'm a good slut! I'm a good slut! I love being fucked like a good little slu-uuu-ut!" Her head drooped downwards as she felt her orgasm approaching. "I'm gonna cum...! I'm...!"

For the second time tonight, Pinkie came, squirting her fluids across my cock and dripping to the floor, down both of our legs. Her eyes were shut tight and her mind went racing as she felt her senses fade and blur. Her moans became pleasured sighs as she moved forward just enough to collapse onto the counter-top.

But I didn't stop. I kept fucking Pinkie with all the strength I had, pushing myself against her cervix again and again. Her brain was overloaded and wracked with pleasure that she had trouble keeping herself up.

After a few thrusts, I started to feel my own imminent orgasm approaching, and I let Pinkie know.

"Do... do it inside," she begged, "it's fine."

That was all the assurance that I needed. With labored breaths, I continued to pound into my marefriend, letting my orgasm build up further as our bodies slapped audibly together. I grunted and moaned her name as I ran one hoof against her rear cheeks, slapping them and earning more giggled moans, and ran the other through her poofy mane

With a final, deep thrust, I came inside Pinkie's vagina, letting more cum seep into her. Even though I came not too long ago, I still had enough that forced it to leak out and drip down her legs. I leaned over Pinkie, nibbling on her ear. She moaned as she felt my cock release within her.

With a final spurt of cum, I pulled myself out of Pinkie and planted my cock firmly between her cheeks, in which whatever cum that was still coated let itself sit in between. Pinkie waited a moment to catch her breath before saying anything.

"That... that was good. I needed that."

"Me too," I groaned. I pushed myself back inside just to let myself rest on top of Pinkie. The mare twitched as her body was still sensitive from her recent orgasm.

"You okay?" I asked her, and she gave me a cute little weak nod.

"I think we should take a shower and clean ourselves off. Don't want my little cutie getting all stinky now," she said in a cutesy voice, nuzzling her snout against mine.

I grinned. "Race?"

"Hmm... okay!"

Before I knew it, Pinkie was several steps ahead of me. With a laugh, I chased after her. The after-sex parts were always the best part of a relationship with Pinkie.

And the shower sex. That was good too.