Pinkie Pie's Party Surprise

Chapter 1 ~ Try This On For Size

Pinkie Pie tucked her box into the bushes just outside Sugarcube Corner, checking to make sure the five full bottles inside it were still intact. She didn't want her friends finding it early and ruining the surprise, but she did want to make sure nopony missed out.

She wiped her hands on her short pink skirt, and touched just a little too close to... She took a deep breath. She couldn't get too excited yet. She wasn't wearing anything under the skirt, and she didn't want anypony finding out about her surprise too early.

Loud music already boomed from inside the candy-coated door. Normally Pinkie would never be late to a party – especially not her own birthday party – but the Cakes were away catering a royal event in Canterlot this time, and she'd have the place to herself, which meant this could be a super-special birthday party... and that meant it needed just a little extra preparation, courtesy of Zecora's potion-making.

Finally, she'd calmed down enough to not give away the secret dangling freely between her legs. She opened the door and burst in.

As soon as she came in, the music stopped, and all five of her friends froze, staring at her. Her hands rushed to hold down the hem of her skirt. Had she given away the surprise already?

As quickly as it came, the moment passed. She gave a sigh of relief as all five of her friends rushed over to give her a big group hug. She didn't get much of a chance to enjoy the warm bodies pressing against her, though.

The hug broke apart, and Rainbow hopped up, fluttering just above the floor on her wings. She threw her light-blue hands up. “Finally, you're here! What took you so long?”

“Oh, I was just taking care of a few things.” Pinkie giggled, glancing around at the copious amount of streamers and balloons everywhere. “Wow, girls, you're practically party professionals!”

“Naturally! We learned from the best, after all.” Rarity winked, and Pinkie couldn't help but stare at her lithe back as the unicorn sashayed over to the record player in her slinky black gown. “Now, would anypony care to resume the festivities?” She flipped it back on, and the music boomed out again.

Pinkie grinned as wide as she ever had. This was going to be great!

Pinkie chomped down on another slice of cake, swallowing it in one bite. Good thing her friends had brought plenty! At the table as her friends danced, she was relatively alone again, for the first time since she walked in, and even though it was already dark outside, the party showed no signs of slowing down.

She looked around the room, wondering which friend to share her surprise with first. Over the years, she'd been to bed with all of them – she wasn't the kind of pony to miss out on the funnest thing two friends could do – and she was sure they'd all be happy to again... but which one should she start with?

Out in the middle of the room, Rainbow and Twilight were the most conspicuous, dancing away to the beat of the music. They were an odd couple, athletic Rainbow in her tight-fitting shorts and tank top, and Twilight in that silly schoolgirl uniform she still insisted on wearing... but Pinkie had to admit, they did have quite a rhythm together. They moved as one, despite Twilight's crazy dancing antics. Pinkie bit her lower lip as a wild fling of Twilight's leg showed her a flash of white under that dark grey skirt.

She glanced away. She couldn't afford to get aroused just yet. Nothing would hide her surprise if it started getting hard now. Across the room, Rarity whispered something into Fluttershy's ear, hiding her mouth behind her hand. If the blush spreading across Fluttershy's cheeks was any indication, it was something worth knowing.

But where was Applejack? Pinkie could have sworn she had just seen her looking for the next record to put on, but now she couldn't find–

“Hiya, Pinkie!”

Pinkie jumped, almost dropping her plate. How had she gotten so distracted she didn't notice her friend walking up to her? Her eyes darted back to the dance floor again, seeing Twilight's tail swish back and forth under her skirt. Oh, of course. That's how.

Applejack hopped up, sitting down on edge of the buffet table. “So, how's the party goin'?”

Pinkie grabbed a cupcake and tossed it into her mouth, whole. “Great!”

“Hey, did Rainbow tell ya' about my new rope trick?”

Her ears perked up. “Nopey-dopey!”

“Well, first, I get a good coil goin', and then I get up on...”

Pinkie glanced at Applejack's bare legs pressing against the table, following them up to her cut-off jean shorts. The top button was undone, giving just a little extra peek at her toned belly before the button-up shirt blocked her view... but not entirely. From this angle, Pinkie could see through a hole in between buttons on Applejack's chest, giving her just the slightest little glimpse inside.

“ ...and then I just pull on the loose end, and it all comes undone anytime I want!”

“Neato!” Pinkie smiled at her.

“You didn't understand any of that, did ya, Sugarcube?”

“I was a little fuzzy on the details,” Pinkie admitted. She let her eyelids slip down and whispered, “Maybe I could get a private demonstration?”

Applejack's eyes went wide. “Yer hankerin' for a demonstration, huh?” She touched a finger to her lips and looked down at Pinkie. From her position, she could see pretty far down the cut in Pinkie's shirt. “Well, it is yer birthday and all, so I figure I can oblige.” She hopped down from the table, her boots thudding against the floor. She winked. “Come on, then, partner.”

She followed Applejack toward the back stairs with a spring in her step, feeling her nice, full balls bump against her thighs as she walked.

Applejack glanced back at her and winked again as she took the first couple steps up the stairs. This was going to be fun!

The whole way up the stairs, Pinkie couldn't look away from the toned ass flexing in front of her face. Between the rolled hems reaching up above the crease of Applejack's butt to the frayed holes worn here and there, giving glimpses of her cutie mark, Applejack's cutoffs didn't leave much to the imagination. They hugged her friend's ass so tightly Pinkie could even see an outline of Applejack's sex bulging through.

The two of them reached Pinkie's room all too quickly, depriving Pinkie of that wonderful view. Applejack stepped inside without hesitation, spinning around to grab hold draw Pinkie in for a kiss, but she froze when she glanced down. “Pinkie! What in tarnation is that?”

Pinkie looked down. Past the twin bulges of her chest, she could see her skirt lifting up... and a certain pink-mottled something peeking out from under it. Following Applejack's toned legs up the stairs must have had more of an effect on her stallionhood than she noticed. “Oh.. that?” She giggled and looked away. “That's just–”

“I know what it is, Pinkie. I've got a big brother, after all.” Applejack looked down at it again and softly bit her lower lip before shaking her head and continuing. “I'm just wonderin' how it got there.”

“Ooh! Do you like it?” Pinkie bounced up and down, making it flop right in front of Applejack. “I knew the Cakes would be away today, so I thought I'd make it a super-duper-extra-special birthday party, and I thought, 'what would make it a super-duper-extra-special party?' I didn't know, so I went to Twilight's house, but she wasn't there, and Spike wasn't either. So of course I snooped around, and I found some really interesting pictures in a magazine Spike had under his bed! I knew that would be just the thing to make a special birthday, but how could I get one? I had no idea! But then I thought about Zecora – how she has potions for everything – and I wondered, would she have a potion for that? And I bounced and bounced over to–”

Applejack covered Pinkie's mouth with her hand. “I reckon I get the idea, Sugarcube.” She glanced down again, and stepped closer, her hand still over Pinkie's mouth. “And I think I do like it... but I know better than ta give free reign to somepony like you with a tool like that.”

Pinkie's eyes went wide, and behind Applejack's hand, she grinned.

Applejack's free hand snaked behind her back, returning with a coiled rope. “I think you might just get ta see that rope trick after all.”

Before Pinkie could even squeal, the rope whipped around her. It cinched around her waist and looped in dizzying spirals.

She tried to walk over to her bed, but Applejack stepped around her, the rope slithering around her legs. Pinkie was forced to hop the rest of the way on one foot before finally collapsing onto the bed, face-first.

“Whoo-wee, now ain't that a sight?” Applejack stood behind her, staring appreciatively at Pinkie's upturned rump and what swayed back and forth beneath it.

As soon as Pinkie opened her mouth to answer, the rope whipped in front of her face, filling her mouth. Her comment was reduced to a mere “Mhmph mm hm!”

Applejack strutted around the side of the bed, surveying her work. “Eeyup. That there's one hum-dinger of a rope trick.”

“Mpmh... hm mm.”

“What's that, Pinkie?” Applejack leaned in close and her shirt fell slightly away, giving Pinkie another glance inside. “You want more ropes?”

Pinkie shook her head. “Mn mm!”

A hard leather boot pressed up against Pinkie's side and pushed her over, rolling her onto her back. “Well, too bad! Yer gettin' more anyway!” Applejack whipped the rope around a few more times, tying each of Pinkie's limbs to the bed frame.

Pinkie lifted her head, straining to look at Applejack as she stepped up on top of the bed and tossed her hat to the side, letting her blonde hair fall free. She really was quite pretty when she let her hair loose, Pinkie had to admit.

Applejack looked down at her work and smiled. “Now that's what I call trussed up!” She dropped down to her knees, straddling Pinkie and leaning her head down close. “Now I reckon you're ready for a ride.”

Pinkie nodded, looking up at her with wide, eager eyes. She was getting far too turned on, and her fancy new stallionhood ached for any kind of contact.

Applejack reached down with one hand and lifted Pinkie's skirt, pulling it up completely. She gave Pinkie a quick peck on the cheek, which devolved into a sensuous lick.

Pinkie groaned as the coarse denim of Applejack's cutoff jeans pressed onto her cock.

Applejack sat up, licking her lips, and reached down with both hands to squeeze Pinkie's boobs. Pressed together by the ropes, they bulged out even more than normal.

She whimpered as Applejack kneaded them, and Applejack must have seen the desperation in her eyes. “So you're eager to get started, huh?” She undid the buttons on her shirt, one by one, from the bottom up. “Well, yer just gonna have to be patient – I'm gonna make you want it!”

Finally, the last button on the shirt came loose, and the two halves split apart, hanging loosely over Applejack's round, freckled breasts. She wore no bra. With a chest as firm as hers, she didn't need the support at all.

She moved down, unbuttoning her jean shorts just as slowly as she had undone her shirt, letting her green-checkered panties peek through. “Like what ya see, Sugarcube?”

Pinkie just nodded as Applejack stood up again. The cutoff jeans slid smoothly over the well-defined muscles of Applejack's legs, and the shirt slipped off her shoulders.

Pinkie could see Applejack's breathing in her toned stomach, and in the way her breasts bobbed up and down just slightly. She strained against the ropes, but that just made them cut into her limbs harder.

Finally, Applejack slipped the cotton panties off. They were conservatively cut, but with a body as toned as hers, that didn't detract anything at all. As she slipped her shorts and panties off her leg, she fell back to her knees, putting her pert marehood tantalizingly close to the warm cock below.

Pinkie struggled to thrust up and meet her halfway, but the ropes were too tight – she couldn't move.

Applejack just grinned from one corner of her mouth. Ever so slowly, she lowered herself down, until her entrance just barely brushed against Pinkie's raging erection. “You ready, Pinkie?”

“Mhmmm!” Pinkie strained against the ropes.

“Well too bad.” Applejack smirked, leaning down until her tight boobs pressed up against Pinkie's own. She moved in close next to Pinkie's ear, almost close enough to lick it, and whispered, “I ain't sure you want it yet.”

“Mmn! Mn mmm! Mnm?” Pinkie arched her back, squirming against the bed sheets, but the ropes held her tight. She burned with the strain of trying to get closer to Applejack's dripping entrance.

“Well, since you ask so nicely...” Applejack's grin grew, and she slid her hand down to grab hold of Pinkie just below her tip. Her eyes closed halfway as she pushed back, guiding the swollen tip into herself, and she let out a tiny moan.

Pinkie closed her eyes in bliss, feeling the soft, warm flesh push itself around the head of her member. She let out the breath she had been holding as an explosive sigh.

The trembling of Applejack's legs shook the bed, and with a pony as fit as her, it couldn't be from fatigue. She pulled forward just a little, almost letting Pinkie glide completely out... but not quite. She slid back again, going just a bit further this time.

Pinkie moaned. She had never imagined being a stallion felt like this! She should have tried it ages ago. She bent her head down to watch, fascinated, as a tiny drop of Applejack's juices slid down the top of her member.

Applejack lifted herself upright, bobbing up and down with short thrusts, not taking much of it inside her... but with each pump, the slick patch on Pinkie's rod grew longer, and Applejack could sink down a little deeper.

Each deeper thrust brought a new level of sensation to Pinkie. Feeling Applejack's inner walls slowly slide along her shaft was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. She slid into her friend again and again, reveling in each extra inch.

Applejack gasped when she made it down to Pinkie's medial ring. She thrust down again without an upstroke, and a surprisingly girlish “Hmnf” came from her mouth as the raised section pressed into her. She pulled up again and pressed herself down, closing her eyes and letting her mouth hang open. Her hand moved up from guiding Pinkie in to massaging her own clitoris just above.

Pinkie's whole body tensed. Applejack's thrusts were gaining more ground now, sinking Pinkie deeper and deeper into her friend's deliciously warm passage.

With one final thrust, Applejack lowered herself completely down, letting her lips rub up against Pinkie's sheath. She paused there, and opened her eyes, looking down on the well-tied mare beneath her.

Pinkie could feel every twitch of Applejack's muscles as she laid there, her stallionhood buried deep within her friend. It must have been all the way up to her belly button inside her. She met Applejack's eyes with her own lustful gaze.

Applejack's free hand moved to her own left breast, cupping it and pushing it up against her in circles. “You ready to see how a real rodeo pony does it?” she asked, her smug grin returning to her face.

“Mm hm.” Pinkie nodded her head; she moaned when she felt Applejack convulse around her again.

Applejack picked her hat up from the side of the bed and plopped it down on top of her head. “Well then, let's get to it!” She winked and leaned forward, scooping up Pinkie's huge, jiggling breasts and squeezing them hard through the thin fabric of her shirt.

In one smooth movement, Applejack lifted herself up, almost all the way off of Pinkie. She slammed back down without any hesitation, her mouth gaping open again.

Pinkie screamed into the rope across her mouth. It felt amazing, and Applejack was already lifting herself up for another!

Applejack slammed herself down again, even harder this time. She shoved herself down even deeper, pushing Pinkie's soft skin down to get just a tiny bit more inside.

She bounced on top of Pinkie relentlessly, pounding her into the bed hard enough to make the springs squeak and the frame creak.

Pinkie moaned and stared into the tightly closed eyes of her friend. She could feel Applejack's grip on her boobs growing tighter as they flopped with each thrust. She would have wondered if her friends downstairs could hear the noise from the bed, but she was well beyond caring by now.

Applejack panted as she pushed herself down again and again. Sweat began breaking out along the tightly curved sides of her body.

Pinkie tensed her back. She could feel herself getting very, very close. She'd never felt a tingling quite like that, but she was pretty sure she knew what it meant. “Mnpfplhmf! Mm mnnf hmf!”

Her warning went unheeded, and Applejack kept pushing herself down onto Pinkie. She started grinding forward a little at the bottom of every thrust.

“Hmnf!” Pinkie couldn't hold it in any longer – it hurt to try. She collapsed down onto the bed and let her seed explode deep inside Applejack. She could feel spurt after spurt of hot cream shooting into her friend.

Applejack's eyes shot open wide, but she didn't pull Pinkie out of herself. She pushed herself down hard, grinding against Pinkie's hips as the pink stallionhood spasmed inside her. As the last few pulses died down, She slowly rose up, letting the heavy, wet member fall out and slap onto the inside of Pinkie's upturned skirt. She looked down at the mix of juices leaking out of her. “Now that wasn't very considerate, gettin' me all worked up like that and then coming before I do.”

“Mhmf hm Nmhn–” Pinkie paused as Applejack leaned forward to pull the rope out of her mouth. She took a deep breath. “I'm kind of new at it... I couldn't help it.”

Applejack grinned. “No problem, Sugarcube.” She looked down at herself again. “Uh... you wouldn't mind helpin' a girl out, though, would ya?”

Pinkie smiled back and nodded.

Not wasting a moment, Applejack swung her legs around, spinning to face the foot of the bed and planting her sloppy marehood on Pinkie's face. Her tail hung over Pinkie's mane, and she gave the jiggly breasts in front of her another good squeeze, reaching inside Pinkie's shirt to rub against her big nipples.

Pinkie stared at the firm, messy mound just in front of her face. She stuck her tongue out just in time to catch a drop of the milky juices dripping out. Instead of slurping up the drop, she pushed her tongue up into the hot, moist lips, going right for the source. She wanted to taste Applejack; she wanted to taste herself on Applejack. Most of all, she wanted her friend to feel as good as she felt herself... no matter how messy it might get.

Applejack moaned and pushed herself harder into Pinkie's face. “That's it, Pinkie! Let me have it!”

Not all of Pinkie's talents were derived from zebra potions. She had one more surprise to give, even if it was one Applejack had felt before. Pinkie thrust her tongue into Applejack's entrance... deep into her entrance. That big tongue of hers was good for more than just gobbling sweets, after all.

Applejack gasped and ground herself onto Pinkie's mouth, rubbing her clit back and forth across her friend's chin. She moaned rhythmically and tensed her legs.

Pinkie eagerly slurped up the increasing flow of juices from her friend, reveling in the feeling of Applejack's slick lips rubbing across her mouth. She still had one more trick to play, though – as she felt Applejack's inner walls pressing down against her tongue, she started humming.

Applejack froze in place, squeezing Pinkie's head even harder into the mattress. The vibrations from Pinkie's humming sent waves of pleasure through her. She squealed, high and soft, not caring how girlish she might sound.

The flood of juices rushed into Pinkie's mouth. Not even she could swallow it all, and more than a little spilled around her mouth and into the sheets. She grinned into Applejack's marehood. Pinkie loved nothing more than making her friends happy, and she loved being good at it.

Tilting forward, Applejack collapsed onto Pinkie's body, coming down with her face just inches away from the big pink balls. She laid there and panted, not even able to pull her quivering pussy off her friend's face.

Pinkie let her friend rest, watching the flow of intermixed juices from the slit in front of her face slow to a trickle and finally stop.

After catching her breath, Applejack rose up, tossing her leg over and off the bed. “Whew... now that was my kinda rodeo!” She wiped herself off with the edge of a spare blanket and looked around for her clothes.

“Mmhm.” Pinkie smiled, looking over at her naked friend.

Applejack pulled up her panties, facing away from Pinkie and giving her another nice look at her glistening pussy lips... as if she hadn't just gotten as close a view as she could have asked for. She buttoned on her shirt quick and businesslike before struggling to pull the tight jean shorts up over her ass.

Pinkie just laid there and enjoyed the show, feeling herself begin to get hard again.

Finally, Applejack managed to fasten the second-to-last button on her shorts. At least it wasn't a mystery why the top one wasn't buttoned before, now. They were just too tight. She turned and strutted away toward the door.

“Hey,” Pinkie called out, “aren't you going to untie me?”

Applejack paused at the door and turned around, grinning. “Remember what I said 'bout pullin' the loose end?” She stepped out, closing the door behind her. “Good luck with that!”