Pinkie Pie's Party Surprise

Chapter 4 ~ It Takes Three Tries

Pinkie held Fluttershy's hand on the way back down the stairs. As they reached the bottom, noises from the party started to filter in. It sounded fun, even though there were only three ponies left in the room now.

“Um... Pinkie Pie?”

“Uh huh?” Pinkie stopped walking at the bottom of the stairs and turned to Fluttershy.

Fluttershy pursed her lips together and twirled the tip of her hair. “Um... well, if it's okay with you... we were talking about it before I went up, and I kind of promised Rarity that she would get the next turn...”

Pinkie laughed. “I should have washed up then. I know she won't like sloppy seconds!”

Fluttershy giggled along with her and headed for the doorway into the main room.

Just as Pinkie turned to head back up to the shower, Rarity slipped in front of her. The wide step to the side made her long, white leg come out through the high slit in her sleek black dress. “And just where do you think you're going?”

“I was just going up for a shower.” Pinkie grinned.

One side of Rarity's mouth raised up, and her painted eyelids closed halfway. “Perhaps I could join you? A shower does sound simply ravishing right about now.”

Fluttershy giggled quietly. “I'll just leave you two alone,” she whispered, slipping away into the main room.

Rarity winked, letting her hand brush over Pinkie as she strutted past on her way to the stairs. She paused for a moment in just the right spot to give Pinkie a wonderful view of her deep cleavage before continuing on up the stairs, the fabric of her dress shimmering with every sway of her hips.

Pinkie wasted no time following her. She bounced her way up the stairs right behind her friend, both her chest and her extra equipment below bouncing all around as she went.

The supple concave curve of Rarity's smooth back twisted slightly with every step, easy to see through the deep backless dress that dipped all the way down to slip just beneath her tail, obscured only by the occasional lace. Rarity glanced over her bare shoulder as she walked, looking back down at Pinkie with an appraising eye.

Finally, Rarity made it to the top of the stairs, and to the washroom on the left side of the hall. She turned to the door, slipping her hand back to rest on her hips. Her long, white leg trailed up through the slit in her dress, up high enough to even show a little sliver of her cutie mark, and above, a bit of the round curve of her breast peeked out through the side. “Well, shall we?” She smiled and opened the bathroom door.

Pinkie rushed in through the door before Rarity could even move. She'd been looking forward to this for a while, and it was already starting to show beneath her little frilled skirt.

Rarity slipped in, closing and locking the door behind her with her magic. She swished over to Pinkie, and without any hesitation, slipped a delicate hand under Pinkie's skirt, sliding it over the quickly hardening stallionhood before fondling the round balls underneath. “Well, well, well.” She lightly bit her plush lower lip. “It seems the rumors are true.”

Slipping her own hand into the slit in Rarity's floor-length gown, Pinkie slid her fingers across the smooth, toned curve of Rarity's ass, coming to rest cupping and squeezing the bottom of the cheek. “Yes indeedy!” She wrapped her other hand around Rarity's bare back, pulling her in close.

Leaning in, Rarity brought her face just inches away from Pinkie's. She breathed deep as Pinkie's hand squeezing her ass caused the lips of her marehood to slide against each other. Her breath played across Pinkie's face, warm and scented with the apple tarts from the party below.

Pinkie trembled. She could barely contain herself. Her stallionhood quivered, fully erect now.

Rarity's horn glowed, and a thin strap slid between Pinkie's hand and the sleek ass beneath it. A tiny pair of shimmering red panties slowly glided down Rarity's legs, coming to rest on the floor. “Ravish me, Pinkie,” she whispered, moving her hand up to clutch Pinkie's cock. Her hand slid across it easily, despite her firm grip, thanks to Fluttershy's lingering juices. Rarity winced. “Maybe we should wash up first, though.”

Hardly able to breathe after the feeling of Rarity's hand gliding across her still-slippery cock, Pinkie nodded. She released her hold on Rarity's backside and took a step back.

Rarity grinned, and staring into Pinkie's eyes the whole time, slipped her hands up the sides of her gown, slowing down as she reached her chest and curled around to the very top edge of her dress. Her smile grew as she watched Pinkie, and she slowly pulled it down.

Pinkie fumbled for the zipper at the back of her skirt, staring wide-eyed at Rarity's now-exposed chest. A twinge of jealousy colored her impression, but she couldn't deny that while Rarity's breasts weren't quite as big as her own, they were easily the nicest out of any of her friends, generously sized, full, and firm, with delicate little pink nipples perfectly centered. Pinkie's mouth dropped open and her skirt dropped to the tiled floor.

Bending down, Rarity slid her dress the rest of the way down. Her tits made only one tiny little bounce as she popped back up. She stood there a moment, posing in nothing but her red high-heels, then, with a smirk on her face, she reached out and pulled Pinkie's shirt up.

Pinkie lifted her arms up to help, but Rarity stopped for a moment as the shirt was still covering Pinkie's face.

A tiny, wet something brushed across one of Pinkie's nipples.

Still trapped in her shirt, Pinkie could only moan as Rarity's tongue brushed all over her wide nipples, moving from one to the other and back again.

Planting a firm, slightly sucking, kiss on each nipple, Rarity finally lifted the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it to the side.

Breathing heavily, Pinkie looked down to see a perfect red kiss mark on each breast, left from Rarity's glossy lipstick.

Rarity kicked her heels off and slipped away to the shower, looking over her shoulder at Pinkie as she went. She stepped in, and the sound of steaming-hot water soon followed. After Pinkie stood, staring at the silhouette in the translucent shower curtain for a moment, Rarity popped her head back out, her mane already soaked and clinging down across her body. “Are you coming, dear?”

Pinkie shook her head. She must have been completely spacing out. Again. With a sudden smile, she stepped over to the shower and slipped in.

“Let's get you cleaned up then, shall we?” Leading Pinkie by her stallionhood, Rarity gently pulled her into the middle of the hot shower.

Pinkie gasped from the sudden heat of the water, and moaned from the sudden pressure on her throbbing erection.

Smiling and rubbing a little liquid soap into her hands, Rarity reached down and began cleaning Pinkie's cock – thoroughly.

Pinkie's legs felt weak as Rarity's soft, smooth hands glided across every curve, every crevice, every vein of her stallionhood, the slippery soap replacing Fluttershy's stale juices. A drop of pre-cum formed at her tip, quickly brushed away by Rarity's eager fingers.

Rubbing over Pinkie's full length a few extra times, Rarity finally slipped her hands away. She pushed Pinkie back a little, letting the full stream of the shower rinse off the long, gently curved cock. As the last suds of soap washed away, Rarity turned her back, bracing her hands against the wall and spreading her legs out just a little. Her back arched, bringing the slight bulge of her marehood up to face Pinkie.

Pinkie's hands seemed to reach out all on their own, caressing the supple curve across Rarity's cutie mark before brushing down to the pink slit. The warmth of it surpassed even the heat of the shower, and from the slippery feeling, Pinkie could tell that not all the moisture there was just water.

Rarity reached a hand back, grabbing the head of Pinkie's cock and rubbing it across her entrance.

Pinkie didn't need more of an invitation than that. She gently pushed forward. The entrance was difficult at first, thanks to the shower washing away most of Rarity's natural lubrication, but after a few moments of tiny, delicate thrusts, the plush lips parted and the head of Pinkie's stallionhood slipped inside.

Rarity pressed back, and with the tip inside, it slid in easily, gliding in until Pinkie's sheath rubbed Rarity's outer lips. She paused there, savoring the warm flesh pressing against her.

Feeling all of Pinkie inside her, Rarity pressed back onto the hard cock spearing deep inside her. Her pussy throbbed, pulling it in as deeply as she could. A tiny gasp escaped her lips.

Sliding almost all the way out and fully back in again, Pinkie settled into a slow, smooth rhythm, savoring every contour of Rarity's tight inner walls hugging her. She reached up to roll one of Rarity's perfect tits in her hand, taking the occasional opportunity to tweak a nipple.

Rarity's back arched even further, pressing her wet marehood hard against Pinkie's crotch, and allowing a precious little extra penetration. She moaned slightly, still ladylike even with the pulsing rod inside her.

Watching her long, pink stallionhood slide in between the cheeks of Rarity's ass, hearing the little wet slap every time they met, it didn't take long for Pinkie to get close. She grunted, picking up her pace.

“Do be sure to pull out, won't you, dear?” Rarity glanced over her shoulder, making her damp mane lay across the curve of her back.

With a grunt, Pinkie tensed. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She yanked her hips back, and her thick, meaty cock popped free just in time to unload spurt after spurt of hot cream right into the still-gaping slit beneath Rarity's tail.

Rarity grinned and giggled a little. “Well, at least you tried.” She glanced down. “It looks like you're not quite done yet, though.”

Pinkie followed her friend's eyes down to her still-pulsing erection. It hadn't gone away in the slightest.

Grabbing Pinkie's cock again, Rarity pulled it back to her, a little higher this time, rubbing it against her tiny puckered back door. “Do get started, dearie. We don't want the water to wash away all our lubrication, now do we?”

Pinkie did as she was told. She pressed in, gentle and firm, gradually increasing the pressure.

Rarity moaned again, louder this time. Her breath hissed through her clenched teeth.

The combination of Rarity's juices and the cum still dripping all over her ass proved to be enough of a slippery mess. With a sudden pop, the slightly flared head of Pinkie's member poked inside. Rarity groaned, and the two of them held still for a moment as her asshole slowly relaxed.

As the crushing pressure encircling her tip melted away, Pinkie finally allowed herself to push in a little deeper.

“Mmnf.” Rarity's hands slipped a little lower down the wall, pushing her backside onto Pinkie.

Pinkie's hand slipped down from cupping Rarity's breast, running along her body, down her belly, and along the crease of her hip. Her fingers went to work, gently rubbing up and down her friend's still-dripping slit before slipping inside. She waved her hips, rocking her cock back and forth in Rarity's ass, slipping a tiny bit deeper into her friend each time. Her fingers curled forward to caress the most sensitive part of Rarity's pussy, while her now-slippery palm massaged the swelling clit.

Rarity moaned, rocking her own hips in tune with Pinkie's motions. “Oh, do keep doing that! It's simply divine!” She pressed backward even harder.

Pinkie panted from the heat of the shower, and from watching her cock disappear inch by inch into Rarity's welcoming ass. She could distinctly feel the ring of her friend's entrance clenching hard around the middle of her member, and she reveled in the soft warmth deeper in.

The motion of Rarity's hips quickened, along with her breathing. As Pinkie approached bottoming out inside her, the motion degraded into a vibrating shudder. She squeaked out a tiny gasp and stared into Pinkie's eyes, shoving herself back as hard as she could.

The gripping ring around Pinkie's cock clamped down hard, trapping her inside, while a rush of warm marecum washed across her hand. Muscle spasms rolled along her buried length.

The rush of sensations triggered Pinkie's own climax. Unable to pull out, she pushed her swelling member as deeply in as she could, lining Rarity's insides with thick ropes of cum. She braced her free hand against the wall next to Rarity's, dropping down to rest against her friend's back.

As Rarity's breathing calmed, and the pulsing of her muscles died down, her asshole finally relaxed, allowing Pinkie to slip out with a wet plop. She pushed herself back up and turned around, her breasts heaving up and down with every breath. She glanced down. “My goodness, darling. You're still not done?”

Pinkie glanced down again. Sure enough, her erection still raged on, eager for round three.

“Applejack wasn't kidding when she said that potion must have given you extra stamina.”

Pinkie giggled, making her boobs bounce a little. She shrugged her shoulders up, and glanced away to the side. “I might have drank just a little more than the recommended dose.”

Rarity licked her lips. “Well, I certainly can't leave you like this. Let's see if I can help you out.”

She knelt down, using her magic to direct the water across Pinkie's sloppy stallionhood.

The tingling sensation of water laced with magic rubbing across her shaft brought another totally new feeling, just when Pinkie thought she'd found out everything her potion-derived equipment could give her.

Rarity's horn stopped glowing, and the water returned to its natural course, streaming across Pinkie's back. She traced her fingers down the sparkling clean cock in front of her face and smiled. “Just relax and enjoy, dear.” She kissed the tip. “Generous as I am, I've had a bit of practice.”

Before Pinkie could reply, Rarity's tongue darted out, circling around the head of her stallionhood before brushing lightly across the hole.

Rarity trailed her fingers lightly up and down both sides as she lavished the head with her tongue. She dipped down, licking long and slow down one side, across the balls beneath and up the other before coming to rest back at the tip. With a private little grin and a wink, she opened her mouth and slipped it inside.

Pinkie sighed, feeling those luscious lips sliding across the most sensitive parts of her shaft. She reached down to brush a curl of clinging purple hair out of Rarity's face.

Working her hands up and down the shaft in earnest now, Rarity bobbed her head harder and harder, sinking down deep. She curled her back as she took more of Pinkie's length, allowing it to slide down her throat.

Watching in disbelief, Pinkie groaned as Rarity's lips passed well below her medial ring. She wouldn't have thought it possible to go that deep, but Rarity still pulled more and more of her inside, looking up with eager eyes.

Rarity's whole body rocked back and forth, and as her mouth slipped deeper, her hands moved down to cradle and gently massage Pinkie's bulging balls. Finally reaching the sheath, Rarity paused with the shaft still deep in her throat and looked up past Pinkie's tits into her friend's face.

Pinkie just stared at her, amazed at what she saw and stunned by what she felt.

One of Rarity's hands slipped away from Pinkie's firm, round balls and snaked around to grip her pink ass.

As Rarity's hand began to push and pull Pinkie forward and backward, it dawned on her what Rarity wanted. She grinned. Catching on to her friend's rhythm, she thrusted her hips, rutting into Rarity's face with abandon.

Rarity moved with Pinkie a little, her tail lifting high above her bobbing ass cheeks.

As the sensations of Rarity's mouth and throat grew, the ministrations of Rarity's hand cupping around Pinkie's balls seemed to press warmth all throughout Pinkie's sex. Before she even knew it, the tingling of an oncoming climax rushed through her.

The swelling of Pinkie's tip inside Rarity's throat was finally enough to elicit a gag. She pulled it out quickly, slinging her head back and flinging the trail of saliva that still connected her to the stallionhood away. She flung her wet mane out of the way with one hand and grabbed onto the middle of Pinkie's shaft with the other.

Pinkie exploded onto Rarity, spraying spurts of her warm white essence across Rarity's round breasts.

Rarity arched her chest forward, tilting her head back and reveling in the two very different warm showers across her front and back. As the last few spurts of cum dribbled out, she rubbed a hand across her breasts, rolling them around and letting the smears of white disappear into her velvety coat.

Pinkie shuddered and breathed hard, still looking down at Rarity. Despite the erotic show of her friend caressing the thick ropes of cream into her tits, Pinkie's stallionhood gradually fell and returned to its sheath. Smears of red lipstick encircled the base of it.

Rarity rose up without warning and pulled Pinkie in close, smearing Pinkie's load all over both of them. She leaned in and pulled Pinkie's head in for a kiss, thrusting her warm, salty tongue in deep. As she pulled away from the kiss, she wiped her mouth with a finger.

Pinkie pushed forward a little, moving them both under the rushing stream of hot water.

“Yes, good idea.” Rarity giggled. “I do think it's time we washed up... again.”