Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich's Trottingham Sex-tacular!
Pinkie woke up feeling rather somber, surprisingly enough. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact she knew there were no parties to plan that morning. In fact, there really wasn’t anything to do around Sugarcube Corner that morning. All of her friends were busy doing one thing or another, and most of the ponies around town would be asleep or want to relax that day. Sundays were usually slow. More so than normal, even.
She slipped out of bed absent her usual ardor, sighing as she made her way to the kitchen. Rather than bounce about exuberantly, getting herself psyched for the day, she plodded to the counter and began preparing toast morosely.
Pinkie Pie may have been Ponyville’s Premiere Party Pony, but she was fallible. Her exuberance stemmed off of other ponies enjoying themselves. When they didn’t enjoy themselves, or when there was nopony around to make them smile, she tended to be a touch down on herself. It was with a heavy head she left her bread in the toaster to go fetch the mail.
Which quickly served to turn her mood right around. She beamed as a colorfully-decorated envelope emerged from her mailbox, complete with a not-unfamiliar penmanship.
“Golly! I haven’t had a letter from Cheese Sandwich in four days! It’s been ages!” Pinkie happily tore the envelope open, laughing as a colorful assortment of confetti sprayed into the air. She pulled the letter out and read with a smile.
Pinkie-
I’m writing because I need your help. You know me, I’ve planned hundreds of parties in my time, but I have yet to plan a party like this one. If you’re not busy, I could use a professional’s advice in Trottingham.
Sincerely yours,
-Cheese Sandwich
The letter was marked with a blob of cheddar, imprinted with the edge of Cheese Sandwich’s hoof. Pinkie happily licked it up and turned to her home.
A party pony in need of a professional planner. Pinkie was just the pony to puzzle him out of this predicament.
She was going to need a lot of candy.
“Cheese!” Pinkie grinned as she stepped off of the train in Trottingham, a boring old town filled with boring old relics of a boring old time. This town really needed a party, more so than anywhere else she had ever been. Still, Cheese Sandwich grinned as Pinkie exited the train. His close friend rode on his back, bobbing and jiggling as he ran to meet her. They hugged exuberantly before Pinkie pulled away with a concerned expression on her face.
“I’m so glad you came, Pinkie. Things couldn’t possibly be worse than this!” Cheese’s face mirrored her own as he ushered her along, away from the train platform.
“I heard you needed help.” Pinkie hefted her laden saddlebags and tugged on the rope for her party cannon, lugging it out of the train to the audible sighs of relief from several of the train’s other passengers. “I brought all I could.”
“Oh good!” Cheese grinned as he glanced back at her, though his smile quickly turned to a frown. “Did you bring any dildos, strapons, lubrication, condoms, or anal beads?”
“Any what now?” Pinkie stopped in the middle of the road, blinking in shock.
“Dildos, stropons, lubrication, condoms, or anal beads?” Cheese Sandwich repeated himself, making Pinkie’s eyes go wider than dinner plates.
“Cheese…” She said cautiously. “What kind of party was it you said you needed help with?”
“Oh… I guess I didn’t say what kind of party it was! Hahaha!” Cheese Sandwich laughed nervously, glancing about for a moment before he shuffled up to Pinkie. “I should have told you in the letter. I’ve been asked to plan a sex party.”
“A sex party.” Pinkie deadpanned, her eyes still wide. “Cheese, what the actual-“
“Hey! They said the needed help making a party, and I already promised them I’d help! I just… Don’t know what to do as far as sex parties are concerned. I’ve never planned one! Heck, I’ve only ever really had sex a few times myself!” He blushed – rather cutely, Pinkie thought – and glanced around once more. “I thought, maybe, you could help me out?”
“Uum. Wow. Kinda outta left field there, Cheese.” Pinkie giggled nervously, her heart beating in her ears. Of course Pinkie had planned a few sex parties in her day. But on such short notice, and as unprepared as she was? Pinkie didn’t know if she could deliver.
No. These ponies needed her help. Both of them. It’s not like anypony back in Ponyville needed her just then, either. And with how sad she was just earlier that day, this was proving to be a welcome distraction from that fact. Pinkie grinned and grabbed the rope for her party cannon, hauling it down the street.
“I’m gonna hafta call in a favor.” Pinkie grumbled into the rope for her party cannon. “Look for a popper in this saddlebag here.” Pinkie wiggled her rump at Cheese Sandwich, who blushed as he rooted around in her left-hoof saddlebag for the requested popper.
“Eer, this one?” He asked, pulling a rather large party popper out. Pinkie glanced at it once before nodding.
“That’s the one. Hang onto that until we get to the top of the mountain here.” She angled their path towards Trottingham’s lone mountain, spotting a winding trail leading up to the top.
“What’s it do?” Cheese Sandwich asked, setting the popper right in front of his companion rubber chicken #2. It looked almost like the chicken was holding it close, ready to shoot it off at a moment’s notice.
“It lets of a huge bang!” Pinkie grinned. “And it signals a friend of mine to pay me back a favor she owes. We did her birthday party last time you were in Ponyville, remember?”
“Rainbow Dash!” Cheese Sandwich lit up with recognition. “That’s awesome! What does she plan on doing?”
“You’ll see.” Pinkie shot him a sultry look as they began the long ascent to the top of the mountain. “When is this party supposed to be?”
“Tonight.” Cheese Sandwich groaned. “I didn’t know if you’d come on time to help.”
“Oh trust me,” Pinkie winked at him. “There’ll be plenty of ‘coming’ when I’ve had my say for this party.”
“Hehe.” Cheese blushed as they set to their climb. Pinkie just as easily could have left her party cannon at the bottom of the mountain, but much like Rainbow Dash had told her about flying turtles and helmets before, ‘You only want to leave a piece of artillery in the open once.’ So she sweated it out through the climb until they were at the top of the mountain.
“Alright.” Pinkie rolled to a stop at the very top of the mountain, looking off towards Ponyville. She held her hoof out towards Cheese Sandwich. “Pop me.”
“Popper.” Cheese Sandwich had donned a sturdy-looking helmet, and after dropping the popper in her hoof, he slapped one on Pinkie’s head too. She grinned and took the string in her teeth, aimed the popper at the sky…
And lit the day up.
The popper nearly deafened them both, giving a massive KABOOM! as a cyan-colored streak of light shot into the air. The projectile screamed the entire way, and would be visible for miles. Anypony with their eye on the sky would see it, and she knew one pony almost always had her eye on the sky…
“There she is!” Cheese called out over the ringing in their ears, jumping excitedly as a rainbow-colored streak of light appeared on the horizon near Ponyville. It approached rapidly, moving at blinding speeds.
Rainbow Dash screeched to a halt in front of the two of them, looking concerned.
“What’s up, Pinkie? I came as soon as I saw your flare… I thought I told you to save that thing for emergencies…?”
“Oh, but this is an emergency!” Pinkie grinned at Cheese before pulling her friend close, whispering into her ear. Dash’s face changed between everything from appalled to intrigued to a wide, knowing grin.
“Alright, Pinkie. But since this isn’t for me, I’m gonna have to call us even.”
“Deal!” Pinkie slapped her hoof into Rainbow Dash’s, sealing their agreement. Cheese Sandwich looked quizzical but accepting. Dash jetted off back towards Ponyville, off to do as Pinkie had requested.
“Where’s she going?” Cheese asked, watching the rainbow streak fade away.
“To get some stuff.” Pinkie grabbed her party cannon once more, turning down the mountain. “Oh, before I forget…” She fished around in her saddlebag and pulled an umbrella out. “You’re gonna want one of these.”
“For what? It isn’t going to rain.” Cheese Sandwich said, frowning at the clear skies.
“Not water, it isn’t. Come on.” Pinkie turned down the mountain. “We’ve got a party to plan.”
And plan they did. Pinkie’s signature touch was added to Cheese’s pathetic attempts at a party he wasn’t familiar with, and by the time night time rolled around and the party was ready to get underway, they were all feeling a lot more confident about how things were going to go. Pinkie’s supply had been supplemented by Cheese’s, and now all of the party-goers were equipped with umbrellas.
“Pinkie,” Cheese slipped up to her side, glancing furtively about. “The skies are clear… It’s not supposed to rain. Why do we have these?”
“You’ll see.” Pinkie grinned at Cheese as she opened her own umbrella. “Get ready for it.”
“Ready for what… oh!”
Rainbow Dash came by overhead, trailing what looked to be a cart of sorts. And the contents of the cart were spilling off the sides. Pinkie gripped her umbrella tight, grinning at Cheese as the things on the cart began to rain down around them.
“Oh wow!” Cheese hefted one of the devices with a wide-eyed expression.
“Toldya,” Pinkie grinned, picking a string of anal beads off of the ground. “It’s not going to rain water.”
“Alright, Pinkie.” Cheese chuckled as he hefted the long, floppy dildo. “I may have underestimated you. I might be able to travel all over and throw some incredible parties, but you’ve got me topped on sex parties.” He wobbled the dildo lewdly, grinning at Pinkie. “Shall we break these in?”
“Oh Cheese,” Pinkie’s head darted forth and snatched a bottle of lubricant just before it exploded on the ground like several others already had. “These are all mine! There isn’t a single one here that hasn’t been ‘broken in.’” Cheese glanced at the rather large dildo he had in his hoof with a slight blush then, just as Pinkie popped the cap on the bottle of lubricant she had snatched.
“I think it’s about time…” Pinkie tossed her umbrella aside, giggling as a sheaf of condoms tumbled through the air to tangle into her mane. “We get this party started!”
And start the party did. Pinkie immediately jumped on Cheese, coaxing his cock forth with several well-placed hoof strokes. Ponies everywhere at the sex party soon devolved into helpless piles of pony flesh, moaning and groaning as they utilized one of the many toys raining from the sky.
Cheese Sandwich was an amateur when it came to this. But Pinkie was a pro, if nothing else. She exuberantly finished him off with a creamy delight (Complete with a confetti kiss.)
But the best part of a sex party was the multitude of ponies and partners one could have. Pinkie had never visited Trottingham, and that meant plenty of new dicks and pussies to explore. She didn’t recognize any of them. But they all knew her. She was Pinkie Pie. Element of Laughter. Nopony in all of Equestria didn’t know her. And everypony there seemed intent on getting at least a small piece of the Pinkie ‘Pie.’
She’d have put Rarity to shame with how much she gave out. Pinkie kissed, licked, humped, and rode just about anything with a shaft she could find. Her own unique brand of party-going spurred everypony else to join in, and soon enough they were coordinating some of the strangest and most absurd orgy positions Pinkie’s debauched mind could conceive.
It wasn’t long before she had a circle of stallions, all laid out on their backs, their cocks jutting straight into the air. Then she bounced from one to the next, using a fair bit of lubrication and some excellent eye-dick coordination to pogo from prick to prick. Pinkie’s slick love canal enveloped each stallion one after the other, hopping in a circle much to the amusement of the other mares at the party.
She ended by making each stallion cum in one fell hop, the synchronized fountains of white cum erupting into the air in a circle. Pinkie gushed cum from her abused fuckhole as she sought out Cheese Sandwich once more.
Her counterpart had developed his own style and currently had two mares blowing him under the surface of his punch hot tub. Pinkie giggled as one of the mares came up for a breath, only to be cut off by her hungry mouth. The punch tasted delicious on the other mare’s mouth, coupled with the remnants of what Pinkie was guessing was one of Cheese’s orgasms.
“Getting into the swing of things?” Pinkie bubbled, kissing up Cheese Sandwich’s neck.
“You betchya, Pinkie!” Cheese grinned, wrapping his hooves around her. “In fact, I’ve got something I wanna try! Come on!”
“Wo-o-oah!” Pinkie gasped as Cheese lifted her into the punch pool, dragging her over the edge with a splash. Punch rushed in around her, filling her face, her mouth, and several of her holes too. Cheese ruthlessly lifted her hips into the air, his muzzle buried against her cum-drenched snatch.
She whimpered as he started spitting punch deep into her cunt, filling her up with the sweet liquid. Her head was kept under the surface, but a steady stream of eager mares and stallions ducked their heads under the punch to give her breath. When her stomach began to distend with the amount of punch Cheese was pumping into her dripping fuckhole, he stopped.
“Alright everypony!” Cheese called out, his hooves resting on her stomach. Pinkie’s own eyes went wide when she realized what he was planning.
“Pinkie’s Pussy Punch Fountain!” He shoved both hooves into her stomach, forcing the punch to gush into the air lewdly. Pinkie watched through the pink haze as the mixed cum and punch spurted out of her pussy, spraying the crowd of ponies by the punch pool. Pinkie emerged from the pool with a wide grin on her face, her cunt still dripping punch, cum, and arousal.
“You’re getting the hang of it! Now c’mere.”
“Wha-hey! P-Pinkie! Get your hoof outta there-e-eooohh…” Cheese melted into Pinkie’s grasp as her hoof rubbed his tight pucker, the other wrapped around his dick. He was rock-hard with the licking and pumping of punch into her pussy. Pinkie’s backside was exposed and ready for anypony who wanted in on it, and as she stroked Cheese smoothly, an eager stallion mounted her.
Pounded from behind with Cheese slowly melting in her touch, Pinkie was soon reduced to a panting, sweaty mess. A small group of mares assembled in front of Cheese, eager for what they knew was coming. Pinkie bent over to scoop up some of the delightfully dirty punch pool liquid. Right as Cheese came, she blew a thin stream of it into his cum, mixing the two together into a white-and-pink stream that landed all over the cheering mares.
And that was just the beginning. Pinkie lost track of how many dicks, how many orgasms, how many absurd situations she partook in throughout the night. Somewhere, she was almost certain, somepony had played an accordion with two stallion dicks, embedded mares in a massive wheel of cheese so the other party-goers had to ‘eat them out,’ had a foursome on top of a cheese-and-rubber chicken pizza, and all joined in for a chorus or ninety of ‘ninety-nine stallion dicks on the wall.’
When the eventual end to the event came about, Pinkie couldn’t feel her hind legs, had lost a condom somewhere in her anus, had cum and cheese and strawberries tangled into her mane and tail, was dripping more than six different liquids from her pussy, and reeked of sex, rubber, confectionaries, and condiments.
But as she collapsed next to a similarly-sullied Cheese Sandwich, a grin was on her lips.
“If you ever… need help arranging a party again, you fucking let me know.”
“Consider it done.” Cheese Sandwich groaned, looping a hoof around her to draw her close.
Sleep almost took her, but Cheese squirmed and fretted a little, keeping her from passing away completely. She looked up at him, blinking a few times before a smile passed her lips.
“Cheese Sandwich?”
“Yeah, Pinkie Pie?”
“Do you want me to take the chicken out of your ass so you can sleep?”
“… Yes please.”
Author's Note
KIND OF CHECKED OUT ON THIS ONE.
SORRY TO THE REQUESTER.
