We're up all night to get some...
Waking up in a cold sweat, you look around the room to find that you are still here. Physically that is, but the mental part of you is still trying its best to keep up. Theses night terrors were becoming more vivid in the recent months being here. There is a soft breath of compressed air that escapes your lungs, like a machine letting out steam for cooling. You cup your hands on your face to wipe the excess sweat from your face, realizing upon the touch that your face is soaked with the annoying salt water. With a frustrated grunt, you lift yourself out of the small bed and towards the bathroom across the hall. The lights in the bathroom turn on as you flick the switch, followed by the hum of the faucet as the gushing water reaches your cupped hands. The relief from splashing the cold water on your tired eyes makes the nightmares escape from your head in an instant. Wiping your face with the towel, you stop as your eyes look into your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes meeting yourself as you reconcile the life that you now live.
‘Man, it’s been months since I've actually had any sleep. You stop and to dry your face off with the pink hand towel that hung next to the doorway. Before you left the room, you took one more look at the mirror before sighing internally.
And that was before being transported here.’
The small creaks of the upstairs echoed slightly throughout the house as you make your way back into the room.
"Might as well get some fresh air. It'll probably take a few more hours before I actually fall asleep again."
With that in mind, you search your room for a few important items that you never leave without. Opening the drawer you find your iPod Touch as well as your headphones. You quietly get dressed as you put on your white t-shirt and normal blue jeans. Standard for attire, but hey you're not one to complain after everything that has happened .As soon as you have your necessities, you make your way downstairs. The building is usually quite at this time of night, can't imagine who would want a sugar rush at this time of night. Sugarcube corner was like your new home aside from the previous and now more vacant apartment in the suburbs. Not a bad place but the neighbors were a real pain. Another creak screeches through the house, making you grind your teeth in remembrance of who lived there as well. The beginning family of ponies, weird that this is what they prefer to be called as 'ponies'. You make sure to not awaken the Cakes and their little fillies from their goodnight’s sleep. Dealing with the twins during the day is hard enough as it is. Funny how all these ‘Ponies’ have the most similar aspect to human physiology. The only difference was that from humans like you was due to their brightly colored fur, as well as the horns, wings, floppy ears, tails and bright eyes. Speaking of bright eyes, that one mare that has stayed here with you always seems to have the biggest set of oceanic eyes you've ever seen. Pinkie-pie is her name. The door creaks silently as you walk outside the giant gingerbread house and into the dark cool night. Being summer time, you realize how crisp and inviting the nighttime always is. Here it feels the closest to nature you have ever felt outside the city. Starting on a path to the outskirts of town, you do what you always do when sleep cannot be found. Reminiscing.
“Nice of the Cakes to let me stay with them, seems everypony has a soft spot for otherworldly beings.” Speaking out loud to yourself is a sort of comfort. Knowing that you can express yourself at this time of night with nopony staring dramatically at your own form of weirdness, makes you feel a little unrestrained. Looking about, you find yourself at the park. Not a soul is in sight as you lean over the bridge to observe the river beneath you. The moon’s light shines ever so brightly upon your backside, reflecting off the water's quite gurgle and splash that refreshes your mind. Closing your eyes, you give a deep sigh as you feel your emotions surface.
“Maybe I should write to the princess about these night terrors. Luna might know what’s going on, since she’s an expert on this sort of thing.”
You lift your body off the rails and decide to travel to the other side of town. Pulling your iPod out to inspect it, you find the battery surprisingly at only ninety-nine point nine percent capacity over just a few months without charging. You open the note app and take a note to remind yourself of Twilight's capability with foreign technology. You slide the headphones on your head as you pick the one song that always gets you in the right mood.
Normally your own remixes you've made would do the trick, but this song in particular has something in it that always makes you smile. That and Pinkie’s constant shenanigans as well, always gives you a peace of mind. As you play the song, you can’t help but let your mind linger on that mare’s somewhat lovable personality. Yes she was a little more than a "BIT" excited when you first got here that kind of brought you out a little of your anti-social bubble. She even seemed more happy when you asked the princess to take refuge with her in order to learn the ways of friendship, that she more than happily threw you a welcome to ponyville party not two seconds after Celestia teleported you to sugercube corner. Being able to take residence in any of the mane six’s homes, something about her made you instantly decide to choose her place. Maybe it’s when you first met her, you felt a sudden peace that not even the song currently playing right now gave you. Even after your sort of adjustment to the life style of ponyville, she still made sure you wrote to the princess every time you made a friend. It seemed odd at first but after a while, it did kinda grow on you. Though, you did develop skills in diaper changing and being able to bake worth shit, the time that she took out of whatever plans she had to help you was what made living there rather, stable. New worlds, new species and new lifestyles can whiplash a person's sense of direction and sanity at first. It was when she was catering for a friends, you do believe it was Fluttershy, a little animal bake sale was going on is when you saw a side you didn't know existed. She was moving a box of chocolates from one table to another smaller one when she tripped and you just so happened to catch her around the waste. You just remember staring deeply into her eyes that were trying to hide something from you. Even though she smiled and thanked you, you though you felt her body get increasingly warm and a faint hint of some off scent coming from her. After she rushed over to help manage the large line on front of the stand that you pulled the timid Pegasus aside to ask what was going on with the pinkie.
"Oh, um.....she...oh my."
"Flutters, I just want to know if shes alright."
"Well you see....um....there comes a time in every mares life when she feels...."
"Wait, are you giving me the "talk"?" You say with a small smile.
"Oh....um.......what?" She says hiding behind her pink mane.
"O.k, so she's going through some kind of cycle right?" You ask in an effort in understanding.
"Um.. I really shouldn't say.....but..yes." She blushes a bit.
"Ok, that's all I needed to know. Thank you."
"Oh you're most welcome." She says in response.
You turn around and begin to organize some of the baked goods when you heard something behind you.
"He bought the "cycle" story right?" said a very familar pink voice.
"Um....Yes." Fluttershy says quietly.
You turned around to find Pinkie's face flush red and having her instantly run to the stall where the sales were about to begin for the day.
After that incident, things around her felt more and more....timed. It was something you couldn't explain, like for instance the way she would move differently every time you entered the house. Maybe when you both took orders during the rush is when she got a bit more physical. You'd be leaning on the glass display, and she's come up next to a bit closer every time a new customer would appear in the line. But the one most flustered thing that has every happened to you was when she gave you a quick peck on the cheek as you left to get more ingredients from the stables in the market. What ever it was, it felt, nice. Knowing that you mattered to some one, or in this case some pony. You had just made your way down past Carrot Top’s usual spot during the market rush when something throws your rhythm off form the the song you are listening to. You pull out your headphones and put your iPod on pause as you travel to the distance to find the rhythmic bass getting louder and louder as you make your way down the road. Before long, you can make out strobe lights going off and the sound of crowds cheering in the distance. You walk faster as you see a large gathering of ponies dancing up and down to the sound of the rather intoxicating music. You walk closer to find it to be a club with two bouncers at the entrance. Before you know it, you’ve made it to the back of the line to see if your chances of getting in are lucky enough. Standing for a good few minutes, you reached the two bouncers who look you up and down as they take in your appearance. He shakes his head at your simple attire. He turns his head to his buddy who also shakes his head.
“Sorry dude, no freak shows allowed,” he simply states. Well you were on a good streak of not being called the f-word, but it seems your luck just ran out. With a disappointed head drop you travel away from the doors, but stop as you hear your name being called. You turn to find a giant pink blur slowly close in on you. Time slowed as those giant blue eyes close in on you attached to the biggest smile you've ever seen. Your body reacts by falling backwards from the excess weight. Landing with a thud, you open your eyes to find a rather hyperactive pink mare moving her mouth in god speed movements.
“Sowhatareyoudoinghere? Doyoulikeclubstoo? IlikeclubstooespiciallywhenIcaterforthemlikethisone!” she says in a mumbled mess of incoherent words that almost makes your ears shoot off.
“Uh, I was just taking a nighttime stroll. I heard the music, so I came here to see what was going on.” You suddenly come to the realization that she was now sitting on your lap, you don’t seem to be phased by her actions either. Your face lightens a bit red, as both your hands were placed on her waist in a natural physical response. Pinkie, though, seems as if she doesn’t even notice the rather inappropriate position you both are in and decides to keep spraying her words like an automatic machine gun. Still unaware at your wandering eyes scanning her yellow over shirt that covered her blue tank top. It took all your will power to not imagine your hands traveling north and fondeling the Northern peaks of Mount Pie.
“So do you like clubs? Because I like these types of clubs, I like the beats of the music, the flashing lights…”
“Uhh, Pinkie, think you could maybe…” You tilt your head at the awkward position you both were in right now. Pinkie looks down at you with a confused look, but slowly starts to get the hint of maybe allowing you to be released from the position you are in.
“Oh, sorry,” she says, getting off of you and pulling you up.
“It’s ok.” Secretly you wouldn’t have mind so much if you both were in a room, alone, and maybe with less clothes on, maybe with some classy music, and maybe….
You hear your name call out as Pinkie lightly taps your head. “Hello, anypony in there?” she asks with a giggle.
“Uh yeah, so what are you doing here?” you ask with a guilty smile, trying to hide your sexual thoughts from her.
“Well, Vinyl asked me to cater for the club tonight, seeing how they didn’t have anypony else. Plus the Cakes could use the extra dough,” she says with a small laugh, making you smile from her witty puns. She turns around and grabs your hand as she leads you to the entrance again. The two bouncers look at the two of you with confused looks.
“Hey guys, this was the help that was supposed to help me, help them help you guys help enjoy the party,” she says with an annoyed tune as she pointed at you then the crowd inside then at the bouncers. The two guards seem to have slinked back into their position as they obeyed Pinkie's orders.
“Sorry, miss Pie. Please go right on in.” The frightened guard says as he opened the doors wide for you both. Stunned by Pinkie’s actions, you feel your body drag inside. The lights seem to sync up perfectly with the music, flashing at every beat and click that the music provided. Ponies around you suddenly start to smother your personal space as they bump into you. Before long, you find yourself at the bar, still feeling Pinkie’s hand on your wrist.
“Here we are,” she says as you find yourself inside one of the biggest clubs you’ve ever been in. You’ve been in some pretty nice looking clubs before as a DeeJay, but this takes the cake.
“How do you like it?” she asks pointing around the room.
“You did all this?” you ask as you notice the excess amounts of food laid about the room. Fancy tables were set up as ponies quickly munched on their food before heading back to the dance floor.
“Yeparoo, Mister Kangaroo,” she says in her normal bubbly voice.
“It’s amazing Pinkie. You did a great job.”
“Thanks,” she says with a subtle blush that only you notice. "So how do you like working for the Cakes? It's been a couple of months but I wanted to hear from you what you think so far.”
“I still find it difficult to bake that freaking cupcake batter they set me up with.” you say with a bit of frustration.
”Oh I can help you out on that if you want to.” she says, almost in a sultry tone but still innocently enough that you let it slide.
“I’d appreciate that.” you say as the bar tender comes by. A blue, pegasus mare with a dark red mane mixed with green comes over with a tall glass of what looks like a mixed drink.
“A round on the house for ya Pinkie, thanks for all your help tonight,” she says before noticing you. “Hey you’re that human that got transported here, aren't you?” she asks, passing the glass to Pinkie.
“Yeah, that’s me,” you respond with a grin.
“Huh, you don’t look all that different than us,” she acknowledges.
“I could say the same for you ponies too, you look like something out of a fan-fic or something,” you say. Pinkie spits her drink out past your shoulder. The bartender looks at her with a concerned look.
“You okay there?” she asks.
“Yeah, just went down the wrong tube.” she says, secretly giving you a serious look of shock. Something you never would have expected from her.
“So, I'mma let you guys chit-chat the night away. Oh, and Pinkie…” she leans in closer as her lips whisper something into Pinkies ears.
“Let me know if they are physically the same down there too, okay kid?” she says with a wink and smirk. Pinkie’s face reddens against her pink coat as she shoves her away.
“What was that all about?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh nothing, so how come we never hang out more huh?” she asks, noticeably trying to change the subject. You shrug in response as a drink is passed to from the blue bartender who winks at you. You smile as you knock back the drink in one gulp.
“Just been busy with adjusting to a new life in a totally new realm of existence. Takes a bit of time of to get used too you know.” you say with a smile.
"Oh, I see." Her shoulders slump a bit as you take a sip from the tasty beverage.
"Hey, it's not your fault. I'm just an outsider here in equestria, I still need more time to get fully acquainted with this place."
HEr face looks back up to you, rather exhausted and flustered too.
"I...I know you're just getting used to this, but I know what it feels like to be different to."
"How do you mean?" you ask a bit confused.
She sighs a bit as you get a bit closer to hear her.
"I...sometimes feel like since the I was branded the element of laughter, I feel even more of an outsider from the way ponies treat me. Like I'm sort of high leader or something."
You stare at her, listening intensely until she had her spill.
"All I want is to be everypony's friend but sometimes it feels like they want to just so they have some famous pony to try and get into their pants...."
Your eyes bulge as you cough up a bit of the liqueur out a bit as she tries to cover her mouth from that personal spill.
“Wait, what?” you ask bewildered.
Pinkie's blush only brightens as you move a bit closer to her.
"Is that what's bothering you?"
"She looks at you for a moment before grabbing you into a tight embrace, nearly squeezing you out of air.
"I...I..." She chokes through some tears.
"Hey...Hey come here." You say as you grab her back, letting her cry a bit on your shoulder. "It's all going to be okay."
After a couple of minutes she calms herself but still lay her head on your chest. trying to hide her face from the crowd, which seemed too much occupied in the food anyways to notice the two having their moment. After her breath come to sync with yours, you put your hand on her face and make it look into your eyes.
"You are more than any pony or person I have ever met. You deserve so much, and you will find the right stallion."
Her eyes look away at that last statement, and she puts her head back on your chest.
“Easy for you to say. I’m sure loads of females back where you’re from have asked you to be with them,” she says glumly. Her ears perk up as she hears you give an audible chuckle.
“Well, you see... We’re in the same boat of loneliness here. Back home, girls thought it was rather ‘obnoxious’ to date a DeeJaying low life like me.” you say in depressed tone as you pat Pinkie on the back.
“Low life? Now that’s a load of phooey-ca-pooey. You’re the most funny and well imaginative being I've ever met,” she says as her head picks up out of your chest. You smile as you both look into each other’s eyes. Feeling what you assume your time of finally getting lucky. Your arms are still around her as you pull her in closer to combine your lips to her in a passionate embrace of confessing your love for her. She response the same way but puts her tiny finger up to your lips as she looks around in a worried expression.
"Im sorry,I was caught up in the moment.”
“Oh no, it isn't you silly, I just feel a plot coming on,” she says, still scanning the area. A grin appears as you pull her finger down and lean in and kiss her with as much love you could muster. Her expression is shock at first, but relaxed as she pushes back into your mouth with an equal amount of force. Your arms wrap around her body and her yours. Pulling each other ever so closer together as your tongue explores the depths of her mouth. The taste reminds you of sweet Jolly Ranchers, which have melted over a period of time.
Being lost in the moment makes you oblivious that the music playing has stopped abruptly. This catches Pinkie’s attention as she breaks the kiss to get full view of the commotion.
“Uh oh, looks like Vinyl hit the floor.” She reached over to a set of drums that appeared out of nowhere to hit that familiar beat that sounds every time somebody makes a clever pun.
“I guess she couldn't keep up the beat,” you say with a goofy smile and wink. Pinkie looks at you with a bemused face as she moves from your body.
“What?” you ask innocently.
“One bad pun at a time, but seriously, it looks like Vinyl passed out or something. Come on!” she says grabbing your hand. Both of you make it to the stage where Vinyl was to find her crumpled on the floor, her subtle breathing indicating that she's still alive. The two of you push through the crowd to get to her. You kneel down as Pinkie checks her pulse.
“Whew, she’s just asleep. Probably passed out from the booze she drank. I told her it was a bad idea,” Pinkie says as she strokes her mane.
“What now?” you ask as you look into Pinkie’s eyes for any ideas.
“Well, we need to get her to a hospital just to make sure shes alright. But that would mean that the party’s canceled, and that’s the hardest thing for me to do. I never like to be a party pooper,” she says as she lifts Vinyl into a fireman carry on top of her shoulder.
“You worry about getting her out of here safely, I…” You hesitate as nerves rise from your subconscious but are soon defeated away from the thought of failing the beautiful mare in front of you.
“I’ll take care of the party.” You say standing up into a dramatic superhero pose.
Inside your mind though... ‘Oh nice going there dumbnut, now we have to actually do something about this whole ordeal. Way to go you festering pile of monkey splooge.’
Pinkie immediately lightens up as she looks at you in wonder.
“Really? That would be just super-duper-spectacular!” She says before kissing you on the lips and running out the club with an unconscious DeeJay on her shoulder. You smile your goofy smile at the action but soon come to the realization that ponies around you are now expecting you to play some songs. With a gulp you make your way to the stage to find it already setup to your liking. The only thing missing was the songs you were used to mixing. You grab the mic and make a little announcement.
“One sec folks, technical difficulties.” You say before adjusting the gear to play your songs. "Damn, I can’t seem to find the perfect one for… wait here we are.”
(Make a selection of which song you should play for the party.)
- Daft Punk- Technologic (FOOL Remix) 00:00- 04:22
- Deadmau5- The Oshawa Connection 04:22- 07:25
- Deadmau5- 8bit 07:25- 09:31
- Deadmau5- Bounce 09:31- 12:55
- Daft Punk- Da Funk/Daftendirekt (LunchoFunk Edit) 12:55- 17:46
- Deadmau5- Animals Rights (Weela Old School Remix) 17:46- 21:26
- Deadmau5- A City in Florida (Krafty Kuts Remix) 21:26- 25:57
- Daft Punk- Rollin & Scratcin (Keatch Remix) 25:57- 31:00
- Daft Punk- Revolution 909 31:00- 34:10
- Deadmau5- 1981(Adan K Remix) 34:10- 38:29
- Deadmau5- Cthulhu Sleeps (Deaf Professor Remix) 38:29- 43:57
- Daft Punk- The Brainwasher 43:57- 47:39
- Daft Punk- Human After All (DJ Hero 2 Remix) 47:39- 51:05
- Daft Punk- Robot Rock (The Frim Remix) 51:05- 54:00
- Daft Punk- Around The World(Kid Dub Remix) 54:00- 58:46
- Daft Punk- Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (Beatbot Remix) 58:46- 1:02:03
- Daft Punk- Derrezed (Redkay Remox) 1:02:03- 1:05:26
- Deadmau5- Ghost N Stuff + Moar Ghosts N Stuff 1:05:26- 1:11:11
- Deadmau5- Raise Your Weapon (Madeon Remix) 1:11:11- 1:13:58
- Deadmau5- Professional Griefers 1:13:58- 1:17:49
- Daft Punk- Face to Face (Demon Remix) 1:17:49- 1:21:35
- Daft Punk- Voyager 1:21:35- 1:25:10
- Deadmau5- I Remember 1:25:10- 1:28:56
- Deadmau5- Strobe (Special Features Remix) 1:28:56- 1:34:38
The song you select from your iPod, which is now synced up to the DeeJay set to help soften things started to play. Now it was up to you to get the party started.
‘Ok brain, I know it’s been a while, but the gentleman downstairs would really like to make an acquaintance with the lovely lady. So please don’t mess this up.’
‘I never really liked the guy though; he always drains the blood I need to think. But since you haven’t gotten any action in forever, I’ll do what I can.’ Your brains responds.
‘Thanks,’ You think as you crack your fingers before pressing the start button.
As the song ends on its final note, you hold your fist up as the crowd cheers you on. You’ve never felt so alive and fulfilled in your life, and it’s all thanks to her. The one mare that you like… no, love, has made it all this possible. You look upon the crowd to smiling faces that actually find one of your remixes entertaining. You then spot her face in the crowd, smiling and shouting your name, which gets the crowd to cheer your name in rhythmic shouts that make you feel even more energetic. You take the mic and give a little announcement.
“You've all be great Ponyville! Have a great night, all of you!” you shout as the replacement DeeJay comes on the stage to take over. Before you leave, you whisper in his ear as you suggest a song.
He nods and says, “Sure, seems like a great song to unwind the crowd for a while. Thanks for your help man; I’ll talk to the boss to see if they’ll have you around more often.” He smiles, then proceeds to play the song you want.
As you exit the stage, you waste no time finding Pinkie. You shift through the crowd of ponies that have gathered in couples and started to dance at the slow pace of the song. You feel all your hopes drown as your search in vain for her before you realize something you should have expected from her. She loves surprises. Immediately you turn around and grab Pinkie by the waist, making her gasp in shock from your sudden sixth sense reaction. All she can do is look directly at your face with a look of confusion.
“Okay, how…”
“I guess it’s just my lucky-ducky day.” You say in a smooth, new founded confident way. She wraps her arms around you as she begins to move to the music.
“Well, why don’t we go make those cupcakes you have trouble making,” she says in a seductive manner, her eyes half lidded with a sexy smirk on her face. You nod as you both abandon the dance floor for some delicious well-deserved pastries.
The door slowly creeps open as the two of you walk in. You can still feel her hand guiding you down the hall and up the stairs. Knowing what’s in store, you feel compelled to ask a question you already know the answer to, but still want to hear it from her benevolent voice.
“I thought we were going to make some cupcakes?” you ask with a hidden smirk in the shadows.
“We are silly, just not those types of cupcakes,” she says as she stops to place a hoof against your crotch, telling all you need to know. The softness of her sock only adds to the pleasure as you stand in place. You feel the sensation leave but feel another upon your face as her tail guides you to your room.
“Well Mister-Human-DeeJay, you want to bake some cupcakes or not?” she says as the door opens and the light turns on to reveal her slowly taking her yellow top off to show off her hidden cleavage. She stands in such a pose that makes it irresistible for even the gayest of males to refuse pleasuring himself with. Her back hoof is placed up against the doorway, while her left arm hangs over her head as her right arm peals the tank-top’s right side to reveal her side breast without giving too much away. You stare in awe as the gates of heaven are revealed to you. Wanting to enjoy the show, you instead want to play a role in striping her down. You softly run into her and immediately kiss her pursed lips. Your hands run her up and down as to play the field for as long as you can. Her soft moans insides your mouth excite you as you can feel your brain lose it’s blood flow to travel South for the winter.
‘Damn, well tell him to bring it up when he’s done.’ Your brain retorts.
Pinkie places her hands on your sturdy chest, then down to your baby abs that haven’t been exercised in a while. But that made her even more excited as she grabbed the lean flesh before traveling back up to your arms and guiding them to her smooth buttocks. She breaks the kiss to grab some air, but still moans as you massage the fuck out of the finest cheeks you've ever touched. She whispers your name into your ear as you kiss her neck.
“I... I… I want you… I've always wanted you,” she says with a smile.
“I've always wanted you too Pinkie, and I’m not saying that because of poor writing, but because you have made me feel so alive and at peace with myself ever since I came here, Pinkie.” You look into her eyes as pour your heart out for her. “I love you,” you say, caressing her face with your hand. She looks into your face and smiles the sweetest smile you've ever seen from her. She kisses you slowly as both of you start in again. Wanting to be more comfortable, you grab her legs and lift her up on your waist. Still keeping the kiss intact, you manage to shut the door and even carry her over to the bed. As you gently lay her down, you look at the lamp besides your bed and notice that it somehow grew two pairs of uneven eyes, as well as a mouth with one sharp tooth growing from the top. The eyes give you a threatening glare but soon vanish from sight. You close your eyes and then break the kiss as you look back at the lamp to find it back to normal. Pinkie looks at you with a worried look.
“Everything okie dokie Loki?” she asks.
“Yeah, just nerves I guess.”
“Oh, well let me help with that,” she says with a grin. She pushes your body up and begins to unbutton your jeans, making your member begin to harden to its full length. The zipper flies down and your cock is about to break through your new pair of undies. She peals the layer away to be confronted with a massive dick that almost pokes her eye out. Her natural reflexes managed to dodge such a humiliating injury. When she returned, her eyes lit up at staring at it with such a hungry look.
“Wow, bigger than most stallions here. No way a girl wouldn't want this thing inside them, I mean look!” she says as her hands grasp it and to shake it. You grunt as it begins to grow even more as she moves up and down the shaft. After a minute of rubbing, your manhood stands a good foot in front of her. Pinkie is in awe at your length, wanting to spend all her time in seeing if it will grow any bigger.
“Holy moly! You are big!” she says.
“Thanks,” you say with a proud and glorious smile, while also secretly giving your brain a high-five. Pinkie grasps it in both hands and gives it a good amount of rubbing before moving her mouth towards the tip. Her breathing reaches it and makes you shudder in pleasure. You than realize that your shirt is still on and decide it to be rude as to not show some skin for the nice mare giving you head. You pull it off as she licks the little slit on your cock. She moves her tongue all around the head, her hands stroking and twisting around the length. The pleasure is almost too much, threatening a release but you try all your will power to delay the launch as you look down at her. She looks up into your eyes as she smiles a mischievous grin before diving in at full speed at it. You’re surprised at the pleasure and amount she had taken in at the first launch. She bobs her mouth back and forth, taking even more in. She keeps it up until the entire foot is poking her throat. You can’t seem to focus on any object around the room, as everything becomes a giant blur save for her bright mane, flowing from the vigorous thrusts she made with her head. You realize now way in hell can you keep your missile from launching the spacemen into orbit. You give a loud grunt as you grind your teeth.
“P-P-Pinkie! I’m about to…” She looks up and smiles as she pushes her deepest to drive you off the edge and into the deep end. Your eyes close as the first burst splats against her throat. She pulls back slowly up to your head as to help guide the second shot, which explodes in her mouth. She places her hands on your member, moving them both up and down as she removes your cock from her mouth to allow the next splats to cover her face. You thrust your dick onto her face as your small slit squirts the next loads onto her face. She closes her left eye as she giggles upon the seamen exiting the submarine and loading upon her face. Three more bursts finally drain your balls. You look down as her face is covered in your spunk.
“W... wow…” you stammer before she cleans her face from her rather long tongue.
“Mmmhmm, delicious!” she says before cleaning your shaft with her mouth.
“That, was amazing!” you say as she sucks your shaft for any reaming sea soldiers.
“Glad you liked it.” She lies back and she opens her legs for you, as you pull the remainder of your clothes off. You can feel the excitement return to your cock as you pull the zipper down. Pinkie looks at you with a smile as she continues to giggle from your crazed sex driven smile. Her laughing fully restores your cock, but before you can insert memory stick into the usb port, you decide to get a taste of some delicious pink lemonade. Removing her small shorts, you can see the one layer of soaked panties already giving away her marehood’s position. Pinkie keeps her eyes on you as she inserts her left finger into her mouth, and her other hand, massaging her right breast. Grabbing the waistband with your teeth, you slide them all the way down to her socks before ducking under to pleasure her love tunnel. You tongue licks playfully around her clit, making her accidentally bite her finger.
You grab her stinging hand and gently give it a small suckle as you insert two fingers inside the moist portal. She tightens her grip around her breast as the pleasure doubles from your sucking and rubbing. Placing your front teeth on top of the clit, you now place your tongue above your fingers as you taste the ceiling of her marehood, while your fingers open and close the door. She can barely breathe by your actions at this point. All she can do is tightly grip her now erected nipple in a tight squeeze. You then open her wide for you to delve in to her depths, soaking your tongue in her cotton candy flavored fluids. After a while of moving in circles, she finally gasps loudly as her walls put pressure around the base of your tongue. Having it slick enough to slide the tip of your tongue, you manage to reach far enough to have her fluids burst through. You managed to cup your mouth around the outer lips as she cums straight into your throat. Her hooves on each side of your head clamp down on you as she spasms in orgasmic glee when she releases into you. After her hips help ride the roller coaster pleasure, she looks down at you with a big grin.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She says. You slide the base of your chin up to her chest, placing it between her two cheery-topped cupcakes. Moving your tongue at the left nipple that peeked trough her tank top, you manage to get her to moan again. Moving your hands to her straps, you remove her top as the awaited tits of glory are revealed to you. This makes your cock harden to a painful yet pleasurable size again. As you suckle her breast, you slide your man stick between the tip of her entrance, moving the large shaft around in a way that makes her close her eyes as her arousal starts once more. You continue to drink the goddess’s milk of sweet nectar, but suddenly feel her fingers wrap around your shaft and guide the helmet to her doors of ecstasy. You look up into her eyes, giving her that playful grin as she pulls in the first few inches. She snaps her eyes shut as the large warrior opens her sides to new lengths. Your face becomes worried as you pull back but her hand tightens around you, forcing you to delve deeper.
“It’s okay, just got to adjust to your… uggh… giant…gah!” she screams as half your length thrusts inside her. You gently pull back and forth as her walls soften to your penetration. Her hand drops to the side as she welcomes the small thrust from your hips. Slowly you begin to pick up your pace as she sprawls out to your generous meat staff. Soon, you begin to sneak a few more inches inside. After a good few minutes of penetrating deeper, you manage to insert your love stick fully inside her cave of wonders. Pinkie wraps her hands around you as you begin to pick up your pace.
“Faster… ugh… please!” she moans. You nod slightly as the pressure builds up in you again. Your thrust quicken as she is now even slicker than before. Making it easier for you to slide in and out. She’s now clinging even closer to you from beneath your body. She opens her eyes as she looks at you with enough love to make you explode inside. Her teeth are visible grinding now as you thrust even faster. The tightness of her snatch is almost cutting circulation from your member that you find it even more difficult to maneuver.
”Holy Ca-Bollie! I’m Cu—“ You grab her mouth with yours as you try and muffle her screams from the biggest orgasm she’s ever had. You can now feel her hips twitching like mad as her hooves reach around you and tighten around you. The pleasure in your rocket is about to explode but you have a more clever way of release. As her body relaxes, and her afterglow is released upon the sheets; you pull Sergeant Richard out and place it between her tits. She looks at you with a grin. Her face is tired but ready to help you finish what you've started.
“You dirty silly-billy.” She says in a sexy tone as she places both her hands on each side of her breast to apply the same pressure as from within her elevator shaft. You slide up and down her firm hooters; each time she opens her mouth for your tip to enter. The pleasure is indescribable, so much that you have a sudden urge to fuck as hard as you can. You move up and down as fast as you can, feeling the cum swell at the base of you hot dog stand. Pinkie looks up into your face, seeing the signs and then starts to help quicken your pace by moving her melons up and down, matching your speed. The only thing going through your head is your eternal thanks that these ponies have breasts to screw. You can hear the popping sounds of her mouth as you slid in and out. You feel the timer finally reach zero, and with one more thrust you feel your tip nearly burst off from the hot sticky wave of semen, coating the poor mare’s face in a glorious blaze of white fury. Darkness surrounds you as you close your eyes until you run out of ammunition. Looking down at the mess you created, you find Pinkie’s closed due to the excess amounts of white headed tadpoles running around her face. Her smile is still there as she giggles again.
“Wow, you really wanted to bake those cupcakes didn't you?” she says before licking her face in a cartoon like fashion. Exhausted, you fall off her and land on top of the sheets. Pinkie takes a moment to remove the remainder of her clothes and hide under the sheets.
“Aren't you going to get cozy Sweet-beats?” She says, lifting the sheets up for you. You happily oblige as both of you cuddle against each others bodies. Her light fur is more comfortable than any other thing you've ever touched. Maybe that’s why fucking the hell out of her breast felt like utopia. She reaches out at the lamp and shuts the light off. Holding her in the darkness, you never felt so relaxed and so ready to sleep, that you almost forget to tell her once more.
“Pinkie?” you ask, holding her closer to your body. She turns her head back as she backs her body into yours.
“Yes?” she says.
“I love you… more than anything.” you say. You can feel her eyes start to water as she kisses you good night.
“I love you too.”
Author's Note
I now know the true intentions of why he wrote this. And it worries me.
All I have to say is that I hope you enjoyed the ride and have a alien anal probe free day.
