Pink Pie 2: Pie in the sky
It was grey. It was grey, cold, and miserable, and you didn't like it one jot.
That was the main problem with spending all of your spare time in Pinkie's presence. While you were with her, the world seemed happier somehow. It was brighter, the colours more vibrant, and you were never bored. While you weren't, everything seemed to slow down to a snail's pace, and the imperfections of the world shone through. The colours faded in the harsh light of day, the smells blew away on the bitter winds, and the only thing that really seemed to matter any more was finding her again.
Not every day started like this. Some - hell, most - days didn't begin with the depressing realisation that the thing you were hugging was a pillow, and the dream you were having was just that. Most days you didn't wake up alone, in a cold room, with the silence only being broken by the sound of the awful weather outside. Most days your morning routine was more stimulating than: wake up; mumble bitterly; mumble more; eventually pull self out of bed; decide it's too cold; go back to bed; realise you're going to be late; jump out of bed; shower, brush teeth, clothe self; grab a super-quick breakfast; out the door.
Some days did, though. Like this one, where you found yourself battling against the elements, the wind ripping through your clothing as if it wasn't even there and sending chills deep into your body. Thankfully, you didn't live too far away from your place of work, the spa, so your journey was not the end, and you managed to soldier on.
"Ah, finally" cried Aloe in her unmistakable accent, "you're late! Again!"
"It is a good thing you have those hands, you are late far too often!" added Lotus. They'd been waiting for you. You couldn't be more than 5 minutes late, the clock would prove it.
35 minutes, apparently. There was nothing to do but mumble your apologies, which seemed to placate the two, at least for now. Lotus was right, it was a good thing you were irreplaceable, this was what, the 3rd time this week?
You had an excuse, though not a good one. Pinkie Pie was away, attending some party over in Canterlot along with all her friends. There were no plus ones. So here you were, lonely and alone, dragging yourself out of bed at Celestia-knows-when in the morning to sit around in a cold, empty room for a few hours while the rest of society wakes up, and then maybe, just maybe, one of them might want a massage. Some days just didn't seem worth it.
It's their bits to waste on making you sleep in one of their rooms, not one of yours, though, so you couldn't complain too hard. Maybe you could buy Pinkie something nice with it later. It was almost a game to you by now, seeing how wide you could get Pinkie Pie to smile. There didn't seem to be any limit on how big her grin could get, you thought that throwing her a super-special for-two surprise party (Complete with party hats, snacks, and music) had found one, though. You couldn't even imagine a smile bigger than that one.
Sometimes just the thought of her is enough to bring a smile to your face, and anybody who cared to look would find that this was one of those times, as you slowly drifted off to sleep in your chair, sitting in an empty room, but no longer feeling quite so lonely. Your first customer would appear eventually, it'd probably be a slow day.
It wasn't. By the time it came to clock off, you were exhausted. Your hands hurt, your arms ached, and your shoulders shuddered with every motion. You'd barely managed to catch a lunch break between drop-ins. Thankfully it was now time to go home, where you could wile away the time doing... something. Maybe get a book out of the library, chat with Spike for a while and see how he's managing handling the library all by himself. That sounded okay.
"Oh, you have one last appointment dear" called Lotus, crushing your hopes of getting out any time soon. Why did there have to be an appointment now? Who would want an appointment at this time of day? What's wrong with them? Your mood instantly soured, and you looked down at your throbbing hands, and begged them to just hold out a little longer. Then they could relax, properly this time.
You heard a noise behind you, and turned round instinctively, your body screaming "attack" and your mind shouting "don't be so silly" back at it. Your body was right, for once, and your mind's naivety left you unprepared. Some... thing knocked you to the ground, forcing the breath out of your lungs and pinning you to the ground. You winced and cowered as it started to hug you, and reflexively pulled away as it started to nuzzle you, running its soft pink mane under your chin, tickling you, just like Pinkie Pie did.
"Hi! Did'ya miss me? Did ya? Huh?" squeaked the Pinkie Pie as it stood on top of you, its nose mere inches away from yours as it looked into your eyes.
Slowly your brain started to process the scene, a skill you'd trained simply from spending time with Pinkie - just figuring out what she did could be difficult at times, but you thought you had a good handle on a lot of it. You could follow a bounce-path with almost perfect accuracy now, and even fairly accurately predict a cuddle-jump.
You'd turned around, and Pinkie had been sitting on the massage table. She'd seen you see her, and jumped. The cuddle-jump had hit you at about chest level, knocking you to the ground, where you found yourself now. As you realised that the Pinkie Pie on your chest was, in fact, Pinkie Pie, your grin answered her question without a word.
"Yay! Well, not yay because it's sad you missed me but I'm back now, silly, you don't have to miss me any more! I missed you too, but you're back too! Well, I guess you never left, but I did, and now I'm back! With you! This calls for a-" Pinkie started to monologue, the unstoppable force of her tongue whirring up into what would surely be entire minutes of constant speech. So you kissed her.
After so long away from her, the kiss felt as magical as your first had, like a perfect moment in time. Her tongue, still in the throes of one-sided conversation, flung itself around in her mouth, and her body tensed up just a little as her eyes went wide with surprise. Then she stopped talking, and relaxed, returning the kiss for just a moment before pulling back.
"We can do that later, we have a big day ahead of us!" Pinkie protested, playfully slapping the side of your ass with her tail and jumping off. "C'mon, hurry up!"
You weren't about to let that mare out of your sight, lest she turn out to be a loneliness-fuelled vision, and so rushed after her.
"Bye Lotus, Bye Aloe!" she chirped as she bounced past, barely even breaking stride to wave backwards at them. You said similarly, and continued out.
Running behind Pinkie Pie had its advantages. Primarily, her behind. The thought of it had kept you warm on a lonely night many times, and the thing itself kept you warm on less lonely nights. Both ways, it was a glorious sight, and just another way Pinkie never failed to bring a smile to your face.
You didn't know where she was going, but she was bouncing along at quite a pace, though clearly making sure to go slowly enough for you to keep up. Hopefully not too much further - a full day of exertion, combined with this, combined with dat ass, wasn't doing your body many favours.
"Here we are!" Pinkie announced as she halted her bounce mid-air, dropping to the floor just outside of Sugarcube Corner. It was Sugarcube Corner. You knew where Sugarcube Corner was, you spent a lot of time there.
"I know, isn't it great? I asked Mr Cake, and he said ask Mrs. Cake, and she said so long as you pay, but I said that you wouldn't need any more space, and then he said why don't we share, and I said uh duh, great idea, thanks Mr Cake!"
What?
Pinkie's eyes darted upwards in thought, and she raised a hoof to her chin. "Hm, did I? Oh, silly me! Wanna move in? We can totally share everything, and there are cakes just downstairs!"
Pinkie grinned at you, but her eyes betrayed her, shivering slightly and almost begging you to accept. Her tail lay wrapped around her as she sat on the ground, hopefully awaiting your response.
It wasn't a question, not really. These past few days - though they felt like weeks - without her had proven to you that you were long past the point of being able to live like that, and you weren't sure you could take another lonely morning. The smaller, more practical advantages, like cheaper rent or being closer to work, didn't even cross your mind - nothing else really mattered but her. Not really. Maybe on some level, but not the important ones.
Yes. Yes, you'd love nothing more than to move in with the one you love more than anything else. You wanted to wake up to her smiling face, and you wanted to fall asleep in her arms. You wanted to kiss her goodbye in the morning and hug her hello in the afternoon. You wanted to-
Her tackle-hug brought you to the ground for the second time as your verbal gushing made you an easy target, and you hit the dirt hard. This time, Pinkie didn't hold back, viciously kissing and hugging you right there in the middle of the street. Other ponies were staring. The flower sisters were running away.
"Get a room, you two!" called some unidentifiable figure as their irritation at the awkward public display of affection grew too large.
Pinkie's mood was unshakable, and she simply called back "We have one!", and continued. Your mood was still in a state of shock, every strike of Pinkie's overactive head or frantic tongue sending another shiver of emotion through you and keeping your body on edge, and your mind racing.
Eventually, even Pinkie had to stop for breath, and you took your chance to suggest the two of you go inside and get away from the stares and accusing eyes.
"Sure! I need to show you around, too!" she happily agreed, apparently ignoring that her room was practically your second home by this point anyway. Wasting no time, she turned around and walked in, though you weren't sure whether the way her rear end wiggled as it went was more enticing than usual, or whether you were just excited to see her.
"How'd it go, dear?" Mrs. Cake asked as Pinkie walked in ahead of you, before continuing on without waiting for an answer as she saw Pinkie's smile, "Oh, I'm so happy for you. Why, I remember when I first moved in with Carrot. Why, that's not a night I'll forget!"
Pinkie laughed nervously - the Cakes were like parents to her. Parents don't have sex, that'd be creepy. She probably meant that they'd spend the day tidying his room or something. That made sense. "Thanks Mrs. Cake! I'm just gonna go show him round now!" Pinkie replied, not betraying even the slightest hint of her confusion, before looking behind her and yelling "Come on, hurry up!"
You couldn't help it, walking long behind her gave an excellent view. It wasn't your fault it was distracting, nobody could possibly resist that vision of beauty and perfection bobbing up and down in front of them with every step. It took all your effort to not drop to your knees right there and then as you watched her tail twitch from side to side, practically screaming "Get upstairs, now" in details so small that only you could notice them.
The message was received loud and clear, and you hurried along behind Pinkie, making absolutely certain she lead the way up the stairs, keeping her 'downstairs' perfectly at head level. The moment both of you had entered her room, the door was closed, locked, and secured. There were to be no interruptions.
Pinkie wasted no time, immediately jumping up into your arms and clinging around your shoulders, staring straight into your eyes. "Time for a tour!" she giggled, nuzzling her muzzle against your face, rubbing her nose against yours.
"Oooover there is the bathroom! Out there is the staircase, that goes down to the shop! There's the wardrobe, and there's the drawers!" Pinkie explained, rattling through it because both of you knew you already knew anyway. The bathroom had your shampoo in it, the wardrobe had a few spare pairs of clothes, and the chest of drawers contained every sock you'd ever lost. There were no pairs.
"And here", she whispered, rubbing her mane against your cheek as she leant in to whisper straight into your ear, "is the bedroom"
As if to deliberately ruin the mood, Pinkie chose that moment to jump out of your arms and land on your back, sitting on your neck and resting a forehoof on your head, using the other to point towards the bed. "That way!"
Your inaction prompted some light jabbing from one of her lower hooves, becoming more insistent until you began to walk the short walk towards the bed. Pinkie immediately began to whoop, crying "whee" as you went. Much as you had no qualms about being ridden by an excitable Pinkie Pie, you'd rather hoped it would be more euphemistic.
You could change that, though. Pinkie found herself bucked well and truly clear, straight onto the bed, as soon as you were near enough, and she loved every minute of it, her unbroken whoops only getting louder as she soared through the air, before finally breaking into giggles as she found herself bouncing up and down on the soft bed.
"What're we gonna do on the bed?" asked the gorgeous pink mare as she looked up at you.
You sat down next to her with a quiet pomf, leant over, took the side of her face in a hand, and kissed her for the third time that night. This time, the two of you were alone. This time, there were no pesky plans getting in the way. Third time lucky.
Her tongue felt natural in your mouth, like it belonged there. Her hot breath mingled with yours as your mouths meshed, your head turned slightly to better lock with hers. You hadn't been sure the equine form was really suitable for kissing before you'd met her, but Pinkie had proven you wrong. The equine form was MADE for this, it fit together too perfectly to be any other way. The effortless ease with which your lips could run over hers without ever breaking the seal, and the way your tongue could roll over hers and feel her tantalisingly close was just perfect. Like the rest of her - Pinkie was perfect. Her smile was infectious, her spirit was unbreakable, she brought happiness to everyone who saw her, and could do the most amazing things - and she had an absolutely incredible ass.
Compared to that, what could you possibly offer her in return? You'd asked her before, and her answer had been short, sweet, and very Pinkie - "because I love you, dummy!" Still, there was one thing you could do that you knew drove her wild. One usage of your hands that nopony could match.
The hand resting against her cheek rose up just a few more inches until it rested comfortably behind her ear, and you began to scratch. Pinkie instantly relaxed, her passionate kisses petering out into a sedate serenity as her eyes slowly slid closed, and her hot breaths turned to hot gasps as the pleasurable itching overrode her natural desire to always keep moving.
Pinkie never got to relax - every moment was dedicated to something, and she gave everything her all. Every night she would fall asleep before her head had even hit the pillow, catching a few hours sleep before the next day's spreading of happiness and joy. You'd changed that - given her a reason to take care of herself just as much as others, and certainly given her a reason to spend more time in bed.
Somehow, whether it'd been post-coital silliness or just idle messing around one day, the two of you had discovered just how good ear-scratches felt for her, and from that day onwards it had become a staple of your foreplay, getting her into exactly the right relaxed, happy, and pleasured mode with barely a touch. The way her body writhed under your touch, and the light moans that accompanied every scratched itch, did exactly the same for you.
Taking care not to break the scratch, you used your other hand to slowly, carefully undress yourself, skillfully unbuttoning and casually pulling your trousers away. Alas, your shirt simply couldn't come off without breaking your grip on the calmed pony, but you could tell from the smell that she was ready. Pinkie's scent was clear on the air, and her moans had grown to a highly acceptable level, being the sweetest of musics to your ears.
The moment you released your hand to remove your shirt, Pinkie started to move again, grabbing you and pulling you down onto the bed. "I love you", she whispered, before turning around and looking to see what she could do to repay the happiness you just gave her.
"Ooh, has this grown while I was away? And Twilight said we didn't have 12 foot candy canes here in Ponyville!" she giggled as she eyed your penis for the first time in so many days, getting close to it and staring into it. "Boop!" she cried as she poked it with the end of her nose, laughing as it wobbled in front of her. Pinkie was never boring.
Using the reactions only Pinkie Pie could produce, she jumped up and grabbed the end of your shaft in her lips, pressing them against it and giving you the merest taste of how her hot, wet tongue felt. She let it escape with a set sounding pop for just a moment, before she struck again, pulling it back with a hoof and shoving her snout over it.
Her tongue quickly got to work, using the skills she'd trained over a lifetime of eating sweet, sticky cakes and buns to bring you to the heights of pleasure nopony, and certainly nobody, else could hope to achieve. Every whirl and lick filled you with heat and send sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and she'd barely even started.
Again, she allowed it to escape the tight enclosures of her mouth, watching it wiggle back and forth in front of her intently, waiting to strike.
When the time was right, her battle cry rang out across the room - "Mouth hugs!" - and she darted forward, quickly taking your entire length into her mouth without hesitation. With more to work with, Pinkie's tongue was even more effective at clouding your mind and making concentrating on anything almost impossible. When she started to slowly lift her head, drawing her lips over you slowly and deliberately, it felt like your mind was being scrambled, and nothing else mattered but her.
Her head continued to pump, running up and down and leaving a wet trail of saliva, just waiting to be retrieved by her teasing, tasting tongue on the next down-stroke. Your mind slowly adjusted, switching from being unable to concentrate on anything to being unable to concentrate on anything but her. Pinkie was lying over your body, giving you a clear and very much appreciated view of her rear end.
Her arousal was made clear in a lot of ways - her tail was raised well clear, its messy, squishy form resting above her body, giving anybody behind her clear access to her most private areas. Another way it made itself apparent was the small puddle of her fluids collecting on your chest, where the dark pink slit intersected your pink skin, only really visible on her pink coat because of how damp the surrounding areas were.
As difficult as it was to convince your body to do anything in your current state of being driven wild by Pinkie's incredible tongue, you managed a hand, deciding to remind Pinkie of the other thing your hands were quite exceptionally good at. Slipping a single finger down her outer strip, you felt her fellatio falter, before becoming even stronger. She was more than lubricated enough to go further without issue, so you didn't hesitate in slipping a finger inside, easily inserting it down to your knuckle.
Pinkie moaned gracelessly around your shaft as you wiggled your finger around inside of her, feeling the hot pulses of her walls and scraping against her wet sides. You casually slipped another finger in, and started to stretch the two about, opening her wide and wiggling about inside of her. Feeling more adventurous, you began to thrust in and out, timing them with the pumps of her head to give you a metronome.
Soon your mutual pleasuring reached its peak, and you both realised it was time to stop, the fun didn't need to end too quickly. You quickly removed your hand, watching as her juices coated your fingers, and gave it a tentative lick. She was as delicious as ever. Pinkie acted similarly, letting your penis flop out of her mouth with a few strands of various liquids bridging the gap between its tip and her lip for just a moment, before they snapped.
Without saying a word, Pinkie climbed around and faced you, staring into your eyes while she aligned herself above you. As she was finally penetrated, both of your eyes clenched shut as pleasure raced through your sensitive bodies, Pinkie's slow thrust continuing for what seemed like minutes as the waves of feeling splashed against your mind and assaulted your senses.
Finally, you felt her squishy fur press against your body as she reached the end, and both of you were allowed the ability to form concious thoughts once more. Pinkie started to giggle, "I'm the pony, you should be riding me silly!"
Paying no mind to her own statement, Pinkie started to pull up, beginning her happy bouncing, each lazy thrust accompanied by a groan and a grin as her mane bounced up and down a moment behind the rest of her body. Every slam was accompanied by a faint slap as her sodden fur struck your flesh, and every push produced (alongside the regular moaning reverberating from Pinkie's throat) a vague sucking sound as two slick surfaces rubbed against each other.
The chorus of moans and groans grew louder as your already excited and pleasured bodies entangled and pressed against each other, the shocks and jolts of pleasure sparking through each of your bodies growing stronger and stronger as time went on, feeding back into itself and becoming irresistible. The tides of pleasure lapped against your mind as you approached release, and the unrestrained moaning escaping from Pinkie's open mouth showed you she wasn't far off either.
Holding on for as long as you could, you let Pinkie continue riding you in the peculiar role reversal for as long as she could. As her movements grew frantic and you felt her internal walls begin to quiver and shake against you, she quickly reached behind herself and pulled out a cowboy hat, holding it above herself any shouting "Yee-haw! Ride 'em, cowpony!" precisely timed to her orgasm, her voice loud but quivering as her body spasmed and rocked against you.
Her wild motions and contractions drove you over the edge, filling your mind with pleasure and filling her womb with semen as you finally came, shooting hot, sticky seed deep inside of her, causing her eyes to roll up and her tongue to loll out as she gave herself to the sensation of being filled, and satisfying her body's natural desire to feel bred (Not that you could have children without magic, of course. You'd checked.)
Spent, Pinkie fell forward onto your chest, hugging you tight and resting her head against your shoulder, still happily moaning lightly against you in the throes of post-coital bliss. You hugged back, wrapping your arms around her body and squeezing, happy just to have her, and to hold her. Happy that she was back, and happy that she'd rescued an awful day, and turned it into one of the best. Happy most of all that you'd be waking up in this bed tomorrow by her side, and the day after that, and after that, and after that.
Happy, too, for this one, perfect moment, just the two of you in complete serenity, without a care in the world.
"...come on, then! We've gotta bring all your stuff over! Ooh! I'll race you!" giggled Pinkie as she pulled herself out of your arms and bounded over to the door, unlocking it with a prod of her nose. In a way, yes, you were happy that no moment would ever be dull around Pinkie, and you'd never find yourself with nothing to do.
Even if that meant going back outside into the cold, to lug your stuff across town - at least you'd have her by your side. Always by your side. Forever.
