Birthdays Are Pretty Neat
Another day, another morning. Another moment of getting out of your bed and going about your daily routine. Shower, breakfast, greeting that pseudo-retarded mailmare. Life really turned out to not be that much different her in Equestria. Yes, there was magic and talking ponies, but in reality, they were no different from humans, aside from their physiological differences, of course. Life, as always, became routine, even in this magical land. Most every day was the same, with the exception of the disasters sometimes happening.
Today was just like any other, except for the mailbox. As you open it, you notice a special envelope. It's bright pink, and there's crude drawings of happy suns on it. Letters are rare to receive, at least for you, so this one catches your attention immediately. You don't bother going inside before opening the envelope. Instead, you simply rip it open right then and there in front of your quaint little home and read.
“You are officially invited to my awesome birthday party tonight! There's going to be cake and dancing and partying! I'd be really, really happy if you showed up! It's going to be great! 8 pm, don't miss it!
“Your super awesome friend, Pinkie Pie!”
Oh yeah, that's right, today is her birthday. Her parties were kinda childish, but not showing up would hurt her feelings, that much you know. It'd be a long night, but keeping her happy is a top priority. Dealing with her when she's down is a nigh impossible challenge. Still, you can't help but groan as you finish reading the letter. The whole day got just a bit bleaker.
* * *
Evening rolled around as usual, and the chill of night overtook Ponyville. You know Pinkie doesn't care much for presents, but you got her a pair of earrings anyway. Whether she actually wears earrings or not is an entirely different matter, but they looked nice, and she'd appreciate the gesture. Light blue goes well with pink anyway.
After just a few minutes of walking, you find yourself face to face with Sugarcube Corner. Although the lights are on, you know the shop is closed. Mr. and Ms. Cake are probably out back with their kids. Or perhaps they're in the kitchen. You shiver at the memory of going there, only to find Ms. Cake covered in whipped cream. It's the only time you've seen ponies performing such acts, and you'd prefer to not see it ever again.
It's only 7:50, but you decide to go inside anyway. Making sure to stay way the hell away from the kitchen, you quietly sneak upstairs. The chilling sound of a female moan haunts you as you creep up the stairs. Wanting not to find out where it came from, you rush up the stairs instantly, almost stumbling over the steps in your mad dash to get away from the noises. You soon realize, however, that the further up the stairs you go, the louder the noises become.
With careful steps you go forward, creeping through the hall and towards the door that is ever so slightly open. Light pours out from within, as do the muffled, high-pitched moaning. At least it sounds like moaning. The further you progress, the more afraid you become. Maybe it isn't moaning at all. Maybe someone is getting chopped up in there. Maybe all of the cakes are made with the intestines of ponies.
By the time you reach the door, your hands are shaking and your heart pounding. Opening the door was either going to lead to your death, or merely something awkward. Either of the two were terrible outcomes, but you decide to press on. The mystery lying behind the door is too much to bear. You have to know what's going on, no matter the cost.
“Please don't kill me, please don't kill me”, you whisper as you push the door open with your hand. The sight you are greeted with definitely isn't going to kill you, but it does freeze you in place. It's Pinkie's room. There are no decorations, no festivities going on. There is only a bed. And on that bed is a certain pink party pony, lying on her back. Her legs are hog-tied together, and her face is flustered. The reason is quite obvious and makes your mind go numb; a buzzing, vibrating toy is stuck inside of her, going on with the speed of light.
“H-Hi AnON!” she exclaims in a mixture of excitement, shame, and pure pleasure.
Instead of responding, your eyes go from her blushing, sweating face to the vibrator ravaging her nether regions. Back and forth for a minute, until your brain finally realizes what is going on. You open your mouth, but can't find the words. There are so many things you could say, so many questions to ask, but when it finally comes down to it, you can't help but simply stare into her deep, blue eyes and listen to her cute little moans along the buzzing of the vibrator.
“Happy birthday”, you finally manage to sigh. You toss the present onto the bed next to her, but Pinkie barely seems to realize. She's far too lost in her constant barrage of pleasure, and her eyes never leave you for a more than a second.
“Are you just, mmh! Going to s-STAND there, o-or are you going to jooooOOIN me already?!” Pinkie exclaims.
Chuckling slightly at her inability to speak properly, you remove the vibrator from her. Touching that thing even in the slightest turns your hand soaking wet, and you shudder to imagine just what the inside of her feels like. Your member would certainly like to know, as it's already pushing to get free from it's prison of fabric.
“Ooh, l-look”, Pinkie stammers. “I'm all tied up and exposed. I wonder what's g-going to happen next.”
She wiggles her rump to the best of her ability, all the while waggling her eyebrows at you. Despite your mind telling you to simply untie her and back off, you can't help but draw closer to her. Closer and closer to the heat radiating from her pulsing, dripping vagina.
“Look”, you start. “We probably shouldn't-”
“Oh come ON!” Pinkie shouts. “You look at my bubbly butt all the time! I know you want it!”
“I really don't-”
“Just take me already!” she groans. “You know you want to! I've been waiting for ages! Plus, it's my birthday!”
You fidget around for a bit, looking from her annoyed stare and to her now winking pussy. You can't help it. It's right there, ripe for the picking. She's even scooting closer, albeit very slowly. All the while your dick is aching and your balls hurting. It's all too much. There is nothing left to do.
“You want me, is that it?” you ask with a confident smile. “You want me to take you right now?”
Pinkie's face lights up, and she nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Please, please, please! You don't know what it's like to be in heat!”
With a devilish smile, you immediately free your penis, sliding down both your pants and boxers. The blush on her face intensifies as her eyes catch your dick, and you notice her licking her lips in anticipation. This is going to be good.
You crawl onto the bed and kneel down in front of her, ready to pounce at any moment. As you do so, Pinkie closes her eyes and squees quietly to herself. Her entire body is trembling, and you can tell she is ready. Which is why you simply sit there and wait. With your hands on her hind legs, you sit and wait, not moving in the slightest. Even though you can feel her heat on your shaft, smothering you in lust and ecstasy, you hold back.
Pinkie quickly realises, and her eyes shoot open in an instant. She frantically looks from your face to your dick, as if her eyes are enough to simply make you move. It's quite adorable to look at, really. The frustration in her eyes is clear, and you can't help but chuckle as you see her boiling over.
“What are you waiting for?!” she cries. “Rut me already!”
“No.” Sex may feel good, but refusing to give her what she needs is that much sweeter, and the cocktail of anger and confusion on her face makes it all the more amazing.
“What do you mean 'no'?! I thought you wanted this!” In her incriminating position, it's impossible for her to get any closer and thereby take what she so dearly wants. Even with her sometimes magical abilities, she isn't getting out of this one.
“I do”, you chuckle. “But it seems you want it more than I. Let's see who lasts the longest, shall we?”
In a moment that can only be described as cartoony, you see steam bursting out of Pinkie's ears while her eyes turn red with anger. The only other time you've seen her like this was the one time Rainbow Dash broke her Pinkie Promise. Boy, did that end in a mess. Then again, Pinkie does take her promises very seriously.
“If you don't rut me RIGHT NOW, I am going to invite Mr. and Ms. Cake, and I'll have you know that Mr. Cake doesn't care if you're a guy or not!”
The very thought of what would happen is enough to make your eyes pop out of your head, and without hesitation, you thrust forward and directly into Pinkie's eagerly waiting cunt. You surprise even yourself with the move, and the feeling of Pinkie's surprisingly tight hole clamping down on your shaft causes you to moan loudly into the room, just as she does.
“H-Holy shit”, you mumble as you stay inside of her, adjusting yourself to the incredible feeling. “Tight...”
“Come on!” Pinkie eggs you on. “Are you a man or a mare?!”
“L-Let me just-”
“Come oooooooon!” With a scream louder than you thought possible, her strange powers finally unveil themselves. She slams her rump right into your with force greater than that of a falling piano. Her big, chubby ass forces you backwards, and you lose your balance. In the blink of an eye, you're lying on your back, and Pinkie is sitting on top of you. Even with her legs tied together, she perfectly maintains her balance and stares down at you with a lusty smile.
“L-Let's talk about this.”
“Nah, let's have FUN!”
Before you even get a chance to reply, Pinkie slides up your shaft, all the way up to your tip, coating you in her juices and coaxing a deep, long moan out of you. And she wastes no time in going back down. Her hot, pulsing walls easily engulf you as she slams her rump back onto your groin. Those big, bubbly, chubby cheeks wiggle harshly as she rides you for all you're worth. They are a sight to behold indeed, but your mind cannot focus enough to simply look. All you can do is call out in utter pleasure as she uses you for her very own pleasure.
Up and down she goes, panting and moaning. The speed and ferocity of her riding is beyond anything you've ever felt. Long have you wondered what a pony would feel like, and now that you're in the act, you wish for it to never end. Her sweet moans, her soft, tight, bouncing cunt and the extreme sensations of joy coursing through your body is far more than you could ever hope to handle. Even if only a minute or two has passed, you feel yourself getting so incredibly close to coating every inch of her insides with your jizz. You desperately want to last longer, but it seems a losing battle to even try.
“P-Pinkie, I'm-”
“Yesyesyesyesyes! Do it! DO IT!” she screams. Even if she shows no signs of stopping, she encourages you. And encouragement is all that you need.
In a mind-numbing instant, you blow your load inside of her without a care in the world. Yet she doesn't stop riding you. As torrents of cum shoot deep inside her, she continues sliding up and down your dick, coating your shaft in a mixture of her own juices and your sperm. With the added lubricant, Pinkie picks up her pace and puts more of her hips into riding you. And even though you just shot off your load, she simply continues her roar of moans and riding. Going limp inside such a wonderfully tight, slippery hole is nigh impossible, and with the added sensitivity of your dick, you have to close your eyes to focus on the act.
“YESYESYESYESYES! OH YES, ANON! MORE!”
“P-Pinkie, I can't-”
“I SAID MORE!”
She throws herself forward, making sure not to let go of your dick. Her muzzle lands right on top of your face, and you are quickly assaulted by a big, sloppy tongue. Even if you wanted to join in on the fun, there simply is no way. Her tongue easily overpowers you, and you simply have to accept her flesh exploring the inside of your mouth.
With her sweet moaning going directly into your mouth, her tongue covering you in such softness, and her vigorous riding, you quickly come once more. While your second orgasm is far from the potency of your first, your over-sensitive dick feels all the better, and as you shoot your remaining sperm inside of her, you moan loudly and continuously into her soft mouth. And that's when you notice. Her pussy is clamping down on you, squeezing you to the point of pain, and the look in her eyes is crazed. Something is very off about her, but before you can even begin to wonder, she breaks out into a cascade of high-pitched screams and moans, and she slams her ass onto your groin for the very last time.
While you are trying to catch your breath, she screams and floods your shaft with her most precious of fluids, sending wave after wave of pure, unfiltered love onto your groin and the sheets below you. Every muscle in your body is tingling, and the entirety of your being is naught but pleasure. Even if you wanted to move, it's impossible. All of your energy has been spent, and all that remains is for you to watch the beautiful, flustered Pinkie shaking on top of you. Her tongue is lolling out of the side of her mouth, and chest is raising and falling rapidly.
In this moment, she isn't the pretty pink party pony. All you see is a goddess of love, even if someone else does officially hold that title. And that goddess of love slides off of you with absolutely no grace or elegance as her body finally gives up. A loud 'schlick' accompanies her limp body as she slumps to the bed, all while the cutest of moans and panting leaves her mouth. Despite her hog-tied legs, she still manages to find a comfortable position to lie in right next to you. She scoots ever so slightly closer, until she can cuddle her muzzle into your neck.
“H-Happy birthday...” you mumble, panting as you try to calm your body down.
“Oh silly”, Pinkie giggles. “You think that was enough?”
Turning your head, you meet a face of bedroom eyes and a lusty smile, and the implications scare you beyond anything you could ever imagine.
“I might be satisfied for now, but we're still going to have sooo much fun! And you can't say no; it is my birthday after all!”
With whatever strength she has left, she raises her tail and swoops it over to your groin, gently wiping and nuzzling it. Within seconds, you already feel the blood rushing through your body, all the way down to your shaft.
Looking up towards the ceiling, you close your eyes and whisper. “Celestia have mercy, for I am not strong enough."
