The Canterlot Tails

The last speaker thuds heavily down onto the stage. You’ve always hated hauling those 1600 Watt subs, but they’re definitely worth it. Those were the things that made the walls and the floor shake.

“Thanks, Beau,” you say tiredly. “I know how much you hate modern music, you can go sip caviar and smoke champagne, or whatever now.”

Beau Strings wipes his brow and simultaneously waves a bird at you. “Hope your stupid speakers explode, Axel. At least I got a steady job and a steady girl.”

You push the shaggy light cocoa hair out of your eyes with a vigorous bird of your own. “Thanks, ass. Hey, if you’re done helping set up, you can le-”

“HI BEAU!” A shrill voice called from the other end of the floor. “And Helloooo, Beau’s new friend! I’m Pinkie Pie, and I’m here to welcome youuu to Ponyville.”

A pink-clad, go figure, girl bounces up to the stage where you stand, her big breasts bounce in a big way. They’re so perky, they look enormous in her little tube top. She’s wearing her hair up in a cute ponytail and has some skin tight jeans.

“You’re playing tonight, huh? Let me guess, metal? No, no drums or guitars. Oh! You’re a rapper! Hmm, nah, you don’t really look like a rapper, you don’t have that rhyme vibe, ya know?”

Beau was gone.

“That leaves DJ! YEAH! Those huge speakers are gonna make the place shake! Oh, I love DJ’s. I’m Pinkie Pie, I work here at Sugar Cube Corner, but you knew that I bet. What’s your name?”

You pick up your jaw and search your brain. “Uh, Axel. My stage name is Accelerandea. I do dubstep and stuff. Nice to meet you, Pinkie. Can I call you that?”

“Yeah, sure, everyone I know does, and I know everyone in town. You’re on first tonight, so it’s cool you’re here already.” A yellow flyer materialized in her hand. “Then we got two metal bands and the night ends with another DJ. Weird set list...”

You occupy your eyes and mind with moving speakers and equipment. Pinkie’s rack and hourglass figure are hard not to stare at. Her cleavage isn’t helping much, either.

“Anyway,” she continues, her dynamic voice is too cute. “Need some help? You’re not up for an hour. If we get done we could, maybe, roast a bowl?”

You nudge a 15”speaker into place atop a 32” sub and hook up the amp. “Fuck yeah, wanna match?”

“Aw yeah!” Pinkie Pie yells loudly. “And drinks are free to performers, too. You’re 21, right?”

“Who cares?” You are, but it’s the principle that matters.

Pinkie laughs again. “I know right? I think one of the guitarists in the second band is still in high school! Can you believe that?! I hope he doesn’t miss his precious study time!”

You and Pinkie Pie laugh voraciously for a few seconds. Her jugs bounce as she chuckles. The big, round breasts seem to point out on their own. You think they might just do that without a bra, and naturally want to test that hypothesis.

“Hey, Pinkie, if you’re not doing anything, mind helping me move all my crap back here?”

“Sure! But you’re loading the first bowl.”

* * *

“This is the stickiest shit I’ve eve-” COUGH COUGH!

Pinkie Pie’s coughing fit overlaps the amazing metal playing from a small home stereo system. “You okay, Pinkie?” Pinkie Pie’s chronic pales in comparison to your G-17. This shit was expensive, the Cadillac, no, the Lamborghini of bud. Still, when a bombshell girl rolls along and needs impressing, it does the trick. The snicklefritz would have been just fine, but Pinkie Pie looks like she loves to party.

“I th-think so. Shit, what is this shit? Alien bud?” Pinkie laughs and sits back in her bean bag chair, passing her bong to some other girl and her boyfriend. The guy, Trent or Tristan, you couldn't even hope to remember, cracked his knuckles and lit the torch.

“Careful, Tristan,” the blond girl says in a southern drawl. “If Pinkie couldn't handle it well, I don’t have much hope for you.”

Tristan just smiles and focuses on pulling out two big lungfuls. The chamber on the pink and purple water pipe becomes hazy, then opaque with smoke. Tristan takes out the bowl and slowly inhales a quarter of the hit, then almost half, and then coughs violently. His gorgeous girlfriend took the bong quickly and tried her best to finish. She took in just as much before holding it in successfully, sputtering and coughing out tiny bits of smoke.

You snatch it up quickly and replace the bowl piece. You use your own lighter to reignite the still green and white skunk bud, adding a fresh hit to the smoky chamber. The inside begins to turn a solid white, the other three in the pink, naturally pink, bedroom are still sharing one coughing fit, Tristan more so than anyone else. You remove the bowl and inhale as fast and as hard as you can. The smoke hits your throat like a fist, then falls deep into your lungs. The haze burns from the inside. You instantly feel lightheaded and queasy, but the THC rushes to your brain nonetheless.

You count to four before exploding like the rest. You cap the remaining smoke with your palm and stifle your cough in the same arm’s elbow.

“Ho-oly fuck on a fi-iddle!” Pinkie Pie coughs. “That’s really the stickiest shit I’ve ever-” COUGH COUGH!

“Jeez, Axel,” the other girl with a great rack says. “I bet it’s radioactive or somethin’.” She’s amazingly beautiful, too. She’s taken, it seems. Unfortunate. Her cowboy hat would look great hanging on the bedpost of the headboard, and her tiny plaid shirt would look great on the floor.

You pass along the bong and slump back against the wall. Darkness replaces your peripheral vision. You shift the tunnel that is your sight on Pinkie Pie and relax. The cannabis is too potent for its own good.

Blood flows along paths of its own choosing, it seems, and you feel your groin tense up as you watch Pinkie giggle and take the bong again. You pull yourself up and watch her inhale gingerly. Her chest lifts up, pushing her tits up and out in a glorious way. She’s actually managed to get a full hit of the strongest grass known to man! The dark tunnel fades and Pinkie Pie continues to captivate you as she passes the glass.

“Oh my fucking god, Pinkie! I’ve never seen anyone take that huge of a hit of G-17 in my life!”

Pinkie Pie grins wide, showing off her perfect white teeth. She squints her eyes a bit and snickers, making smoke snake out between her pearly whites. Then she lunges forward, releasing the full tank into your face. You reflexively inhale all you can, also tasting Pinkie’s breath. The warm haze fills your lungs. Your salivary glands kick on, you really want to kiss her full lips.

Tristan and his woman do the same as Pinkie did. Tristan took in a large drag, but not too impressive, and blew out slowly into the southern belle’s mouth.

Pinkie sits “criss-cross-applesauce”, in her words, right in front of you, her knee touching your left leg. You smile at her and watch the other chick take a conservative pull of smoke, filling her nice, tanned and toned torso with mostly fresh air. Jeez, her tits are great, too. So is that sexy waist of hers. To your surprise, she turns to you and winks. You take one glance at the gruffy boyfriend. To your greater surprise, he gives a nonchalant wave of his hand in approval.

The blond girl comes forward and closes her eyes. She purses her lips, her cheeks redden from a combination of nervous arousal and oxygen deprivation. You meet her halfway and not only meet lips, but return a deep kiss. She slowly releases most of her breath into you. Her shoulders shake in your hands, but she remains up on her own throughout the exchange. Finally, she opens her eyes and pulls back, the last bits of smoke fall from her lips.

“Not bad, sugarcube,” she quietly replies. She tips her hat at you, using her hand to block a sly wink from her man’s view.

“Not bad yourself,” you respond. She arches her back as she hands you the bong, not being shy in the slightest.

You carefully inhale the rolling bowl and take in a hit almost as large as Pinkie Pie’s. The thick smoke shoots down into your lungs, and you force it to stay against your body’s will. Pinkie swiftly leans forward, places a strong hand on your upper thigh, and pushes her nice lips to yours. You can’t hope to hold the smoke in, and release it all into her mouth. Pinkie sucks the hit in eagerly, almost all of it. You both cough the last bits out.

A brand new wave washes over your brain. Pinkie coughs twice more than you and instantly kisses you again, deeply. She moans a little into your mouth and sucks on your lips. You kiss back and move back to the wall. Pinkie follows obediently, placing her other hand on your shoulder. You feel the light grace of her tongue on your upper lip, but she vanishes from your touch before you can lick back.

“Who is it?” Pinkie Pie gleefully calls, stifling a little cough. The door knob turns, you didn’t hear any noise at the door before.

To the left, her door opens and lets in another woman, this one young and attractive like the other two. She has medium length hair, but it’s two tone neon blue, almost glowing with its own fluorescence. “Hey Pinks. Hey, uh, Alex?”

“Axel.” You pick up the bong and sit up as best you can. Tristan and what’s her face have gone back to macking. This new chick is too familiar, forgetting her name has made you feel downright rude.

You smile and hand her the bong. “You performing tonight, too?” you ask, trying not to mumble. The cannabis is so potent, it’s a real challenge. What was her name? you ask yourself. Dammit, Tristan, cut that shit out.

“Yeah, I’m the headliner, jackass.” Her voice is a true rockstar’s: just a bit gruff to make her seem badass and just a lot sexy. She and her glowing hair sit on the floor between you and the door. She takes the bong impolitely. This suddenly familiar cute chick picks up a lighter, whoever’s, and begins taking a serious rip.

Pinkie Pie mouths “pony” at you behind a hiding hand. “Oh, DJ PON-3? Fuck, I shoulda recognized you! Hell, I love your mixes!” You feel like a bit of a kissass, but that’s okay. Smooching flank in the music business is seldom a bad idea.

You turn back to Pinkie. She’s beaming, again, but her eyes are half-full with sedated glee. “Careful, Scratchy,” Pinkie Pie says quietly, then breaks down to a little violent snicker. You can’t help but laugh, in response to the name if nothing else.

“Scratchy” doubles over in her sitting position and tries in vain to keep her hit in. She coughs roughly three times and calms herself. “No one calls me that!” she says, her cheeks red as roses. “It’s DJ PON-3 or Vinyl Scratch, not SCRATCHY! Only one person calls me that.”

“Sorry, Vinyl,” Pinkie says genuinely. The famous DJ smiles into the bong and clears the chamber with deceivingly great ease. Vinyl holds her lungs full for ten seconds, then coughs out the last of the smoke. “‘sgood, huh? Axel got some stuff called G-17, It’s the stickiest shit I’ve ever cough, cough!”

You and the lovebirds bust out laughing when Pinkie Pie actually says “cough cough”. Vinyl tries to laugh, but just coughs twice, coincidentally with the same rhythmic accent as Pinkie used.

“It’s pretty fucking good, Axel,” Vinyl says, “I’ll give ya that. I’d say you should sell weed, but I haven’t even heard your set yet. You’re on first, right?” Vinyl passes the bong to Pinkie Pie. She hops up in her spot in slow motion to receive it, making funny spaceship sounds.

“Yeah, I’m up first.” You slink back against the wall and just stare in Pinkie Pie’s general direction. You observe her gingerly pull some thick white smoke into the glass tube, rubbing her bare upper chest like she’s got Vick’s or something. Her big breasts rise with her ribs in a magnificent way, incidentally hugging the neck of the bong between them. You lift up one knee to hide the inevitable hard on that’s on its way.

“Atta girl!” Vinyl praises. “Hold that hit in like pro!”

Pinkie Pie’s cheeks swelled up like she was smuggling nuts. Her face was happy regardless as she held her breath in her chest. You sit up to watch, but Pinkie’s eyes bug out joyfully and she leans forward, making her heavy tits point to the floor boards. Pinkie walks on her hands to you and brings her lips to yours again, slowly letting you inhale her breath. When it’s not hot and smoky, Pinkie’s breath is sweet and inviting. You carefully suck it all in, fighting the dark feeling pulling at the sides of your brain. You stay awake and take in all of her hit, not letting any smoke escape. Fresh THC wades into your high head again.

“Kinky, Pinkie,” Vinyl’s seemingly distant voice says. You fight your eyes open and exhale. The sheer volume you let out amazes you, and so does the light feeling you get. You can’t tell if you’re still conscious. A need for water and another kiss, maybe some more touching, that’s all you can think about.

“Wa-water. I need some liquid refreshment,” you somehow say suavely. You can’t help but laugh thickly and shake your head awake.

“Ya alright, Axel?” Pinkie asks, suddenly in front of you. Or was she there already?

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply honestly, looking into her big blue eyes. They look really pretty, you want to explore around inside them some. “It’s just good shit. And cotton mouth. Because.... Europe.” You snicker and slap your leg at your own hilarious randomness. Pinkie giggles, too. That’s good, she’s cute, or hot. Fucking hot. Nice rack, too. Fucking hot rack, maybe she could cook some steaks on that. You laugh again and find your eyes looking at some wood, the floor. Right, the floor. That’s like, the Earth or something, somehow. Whatever.

“Pinkie,” you manage to say.

“Axel!” she replies giddily.

You sit up and see every girl in the room. So many girls, this should be everyday. “I need liquid Earth. No, wait. I need liquid refreshment. Also, when am I on?”

Pinkie Pie hops up and says: “Bottle of Earth, coming right u-oh jeez. One sec, I’m, I gotta, woah.” Pinkie Pie leans on a bed post and holds her head. “I need to stop seeing black,” she laughs. “Oh my god, that stuffs potent.”

“Y’alright, Pinks?” Vinyl Scratch asks.

Pinkie Pie grins wide and shakes her head. “I’m fine, just got up too quick. I’ll get us all some sodas. Tristan, Applejack, you want, uh, maybe you want the room. Guys, let’s all get out for the rutting couple, ‘kay?”

You look right and see that Tristan and Applejack, that’s her name, are really making out passionately. Tristan’s knee is creeping up Applejack’s bare thigh quickly. You feel a powerful lust for some tan skin.

“Thanks, Pinkie,” you think you hear. A hand drops down between you and them, the nails are painted red and blue. It’s Pinkie Pie’s.

“Come on, peeping tom, time to make de muziks!”

“No Eiffel Tower?” You say laughing.

“No what? What are you smoking?” Pinkie Pie helps you up and pushes, making you stumble to the doorway. The world fades to darkness briefly and your knees feel like jelly. You find the doorway with your blind hands and stabilize yourself before continuing.

The world quickly comes back to you. Vinyl leads you and Pinkie Pie downstairs and backstage.

“What’s an Eiffel Tower?” Pinkie asks in the darkness. “I mean, not the French landmark. What you said? Or was it just high rambling bullshit?”

You turn and take a glass full of water from her, gladly draining it in four seconds. “Ah, thanks,” you say as you wipe your lips with a forearm. “Uh, it’s sorta a sex move. Basically, one guy goes at it on a girl from doggystyle while a different guy gets head, and they high five.”

“What?!” Vinyl clutches her sides and laughs. “That’s ridiculous!”

Pinkie falls victim to another one of her intense bouts of laughter. “I was just joking! It’s, it’s just funny, I wasn’t serious.”

“Oh man, that’s good. I gotta try that!” Pinkie says, then falls into another rolling bit of laughter. “Sounds fun!”

Before you can say anything, Vinyl Scratch disappears out the side entrance. You stand with Pinkie Pie, high as hell and alone stage. You wonder how long it is until you go onstage. “Hey Pinkie P-”

“Yeah?” she interjects.

“Ha, how long until I go on? Do we have time for a drink? I’m buyin’.”

Pinkie just turns around and starts walking. “Yeah, for the price of zero dollars, you better! I can’t afford that kind of luxury.” The walk to the bar is short. You can see the stage easily, the area in front has about two dozen metal heads and live music goers. Almost all are from Ponyville, you suspect.

“What d’ya want, Axel?” Pinkie Pie asks from behind the bar. She turns, again, and looks up and around at the assortment of the veritable rainbow of colored drinks and liquors. “We got, Applejack Daniels, Royal Crown, you name it. I even got a bunch of drinks named after me and my friends! I like Scratch the best, it’s actually two shots in a row. Want that?”

You look up from her round butt in her tight jeans and register whatever question she just asked. “Uh, sure, sounds good. Why not?”

“One Scratchy coming right up!” Pinkie turns back and grabs a bottle of Irish creme and some rum, and four shot glasses.

“Pinkie, that’s, uh, fuck it. Let’s get drunk!” You slap the table and listen to whatever track is playing to keep the people around. Something too grumbly, but that’s okay.

“Just wait,” Pinkie says. “I still gotta make ‘em!” She dexterously puts down a bottle of gin, blue curacao and lemon juice with one hand and begins pouring irish creme and rum into a shot glass with the other. She pours another shot, then fills the other shot glasses with gin and curacao. Pinkie tops off all four shots with a squirt of lemon juice, making the creme curdle in the first two.

“Quick, slam this one, I’ll do this one!” Pinkie pushes the first glass towards you and picks up the second, both have the creme and rum. You take it and toss it back, the thickening creme sticks to your teeth and lets the rum shoot back. You down the liquor and use your tongue to get the sticky cement off of your teeth. It tastes pretty delicious.

“Now the second, do it!” Pinkie downs the third glass, so you grab the fourth brightly colored shot. You slam that one back, too. It’s tougher, but you manage the liquor pretty easily.

You swallow again and feel good. You meet Pinkie Pie’s eyes again, so adorable and bright blue. There’s a trail of curacao and gin on her chin, and it drips onto her shirt, just at the seam, barely missing the bare skin of her cleavage.

“Pinkie, ya got a little something here,” you say and point at your chest. She looks down with a look of shock at her large tits.

“Where?! Can you get it for me? I don’t see it,” Pinkie Pie says.

“Sure, just, lean forward and,” you reach forward and use your thumb and first finger to pinch the little damp spot of her shirt, pushing a knuckle into her large left breast.

“Ah! Thanks!” Pinkie smiles at you, her cheeks suddenly rosy, and licks her thumb and blots out the spot. “I’m so messy sometimes. It’s a shame, really.”

You sit on a stool and simply watch the way her boobs move as she pulls on her shirt. “Believe me, I don’t mind in the least.”

Pinkie Pie suddenly finishes and looks up, catching you stare. “Hey, I didn’t welcome you to Ponyville, yet, have I?”

You blink at her sudden suggestiveness. “Uh, kinda, you gave me a free drink and let me use your bong.”

“No no,” Pinkie says with a wave. She leans over the bar and gets really close to your face. “I mean, I haven’t welcomed, you to town yet.”

“Wha, uh, I don-” Pinkie Pie shuts you up with a sudden kiss, sloppy and full of tongue. She quickly thrusts her tongue into your mouth, making you taste her sweet saliva. It tastes just like the drinks you just shared. Pinkie leans back and moans slightly as she pulls on your tongue with her lips. You lean forward and eagerly return her movements, leaning on the bar and holding her chin in one hand. Her smooth face graces your fingertips as she pulls away.

“Woah,” she whispers at you, her face is crimson from her eyebrows to her upper lip.

“Woah,” you whisper back, exchanging smiles. Your face feels really warm, too.

Pinkie adjusts her tank top and looks toward the crowd. You sneak another glance at her cleavage and look back too. Some of the dark area backstage is visible, but the couch is obscured well. “Axel?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“Pinkie!” you reply playfully.

“Heh, wanna make out?” She puts on a winning smile and turns her head slightly, holding your eye. Hers are tinted pink, like the rest of her personality.

You glance at the slowly growing crowd and look back. “Sure. Could you bring two bottles of water, and maybe some Jäger?”

Pinkie’s eyes pop and her shoulders lift as she chortles once. “Finally, someone who knows how to pronounce it! I mean, it’s just German for crying out loud, how hard is it to put a little throat into the a?” Pinkie turns and stands needlessly on her tippy toes to grab the dark green bottle with the orange stripe and white label. You gladly give her round rump a proper gaze.

Pinkie Pie snags some waters and you sneak backstage, wasting no time to sit on the couch. Pinkie pounces and lays her body on yours, making you fall back. The old, dusty couch creaks as you lay your head on the armrest and let Pinkie suck on your lower lip. Her large breasts sink into your chest, but she only kisses faster. You run one hand along her side, your fingertips finding bare flesh on her hip. You slowly slide your hand under her shirt and feel her warm, soft skin and groan a little into her mouth. Pinkie exhales deeply and falls into your more, sinking her chest and hips onto you. Pinkie moans and slowly slides her fingertips to your belt. She suddenly pulls back, but keeps your hand where it is.

“Mind if I take this off?” she quickly says.

“Not at all, go for it, Pinkie.”

Pinkie Pie swiftly pulls her pink top over her head and lets it fall on your face. You inhale her scent as quickly and deeply as you can, then throw it on the ground, a little disappointed that she wasn’t talking about your pants. Your eyes are greeted by a pair of amazing breasts barely contained by a black push up bra. Pinkie playfully squeezes them together and lifts, then lets them fall, bouncing until the rest.

“C-can I try?” You curse at yourself for stuttering.

Pinkie Pie tosses her short ponytail over her shoulder and says: “Go for it, Axel.” Her instantly sultry voice makes your hardening rod stiffen fully. You reach up and take them into both hands. They’re almost too much to handle. You stare at her surprisingly slender waist, then back to her tits. You squeeze and lift, then let go, letting them fall heavily. The way they jiggle makes Pinkie Pie giggle. She licks her lips and squeezes them again hard in her fingers.

“Ah, you’re gonna have to be a little rough with them later. I haven’t horsed around for too long.”

You push your hips up and adjust yourself, then grab her big breasts again. “May I?” you ask.

“Go for it!” Pinkie says, beaming wide as she can. You slowly squeeze, sinking your fingertips deep into the soft fabric over the softer flesh. Pinkie moans, a little loudly, and arches her back a bit. You let up and squeeze harder, making her moan again. Her tits are spilling out between your fingers like bags of rice.

“Oh my god,” Pinkie Pie moans and leans forward. “No more! I can’t take it, we need to stop before we get into it.”

“Jeez, Pinkie,” you whisper in her ear, which is just next to your mouth as she breathes heavily on your neck. “Are those things that sensitive?”

Pinkie nods her head and says: “Uh huh.” She kisses and sucks on your neck for a bit, slightly grinding her big thighs on yours.

“Axel?” Pinkie moans into your ear.

“Pinkie!” you say back quietly.

She tosses her head back in laughter, whipping her hair into your face. “Axel, you gotta go on in five. It’s past seven.”

“How can you tell?” you ask.

Pinkie Pie simply points over your head. You arch your back, incidentally pushing your chest into Pinkie Pie’s, and crane your neck to look. A digital clock with bright red numbers above a closed doorway reads five after. “Oh.”

“Well,” Pinkie pie says, giggling. “We’ll meet up after your set. It sucks that I have to wait, Axel, I’m so fucking ready. And this banana in your pants feels ready, too.” Pinkie rubs along your steel shaft in your pants with her thigh, making it twitch.

“Pinkie?” you ask, smiling almost as wide as her.

“Axel!” she screams like she’s suddenly about to orgasm. She’s a great actor. “Ha ha, what? I’m just joking, jeez.

You crack up for a bit, then look at Pinkie’s amazing, sensitive tits. “I was gonna ask, what if Tristan and Applejack aren’t done?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Pinkie says. “You’ve got forty minutes. If they’re not done by then, we’ll kick ‘em out. That’s plenty of time. Hey, they might be done already.”

You crack your neck as you lay on the sofa. “Cool.”

“Cool,” Pinkie Pie says back. You share another long, wet kiss, plenty of tongue. Pinkie relents, letting her nice, full lips and her tongue drip your and Pinkie’s mixed spit back into your mouth. You swallow it away and watch Pinkie get up and slip back into her shirt. The thing looks full to bursting, especially now that you’ve seen the melons partly unwrapped.

“Kick some ass, Asshole! I mean Axel!” Pinkie says and takes a swig of Jäger.

“It’s Accelerandea, bitch. I mean Pinkie Pie!”

She wipes her big lips and hands you the dark green bottle. “Same dif,” Pinkie says nonchalantly. “Break a leg!”

You take a long swig, and then she was gone. You catch a glimpse of a nice, full butt near the bar through the door, but that’s it. You cap the bottle, shift your dick so it’s aimed down your right thigh, and grab both bottles of water. You grab your shades and mutter your mantra to yourself: “Lezdodis.”

You walk out onto the raised stage and wave. The dance floor is occupied by at least fifty people. A little sparse, but at least it isn’t vacant. More keep trickling in, others are walking over or to the bar. So, you assess, at least seventy. Not bad, you might just make a profit. The club is preparing for the real party later on. The house lights dim quickly and neon glow sticks of every color are the primary light source. Still, there’s just enough light to make out individuals. Most are packed front and center, chatting and smoking and drinking and standing.

You don’t say anything, no one announces anything, but that’s okay. You pull out a vinyl and put it on the turntable, then turn it on. A simple melody begins, hauntingly minor, yet playful, like toddler twins in a horror movie. You kick up the bass on your switchboard and begin the first real song. Yours and Vinyl Scratch’s high quality bass weapons make the floor rumble and the bodies congeal towards the front of the stage. You slip on some headphones and lose yourself to the wub-wub. You start a double kicker, the metal heads oughta love that.

The drinks make things more fun, not sloppy. The grass makes things just awesome. Before you know it, the hard vibrations and amazing music have gotten you rigid again. You look over the equipment and down to the crowd. Front and center is Pinkie Pie, throwing her round ass around like it’s insured. You sip some water and watch as she bends over to pick something up, glasses for another pariter, a nice looking blond wearing a top that’s barely a sport bra. Her rack isn't very large, however, so it might as well be. They slap shoulders and dance some more together.

You kick up the bass and lower the beat. The floor shakes as you queue the next song. You swipe on the turntables some, showing off your rhythmic skills. The shaking floor makes your cock even harder. You peer over the setup and watch Pinkie again. This time she’s grinding with that same chick. She looks up and meets your eye. She winks and sorta humps, grinning wide. You feel your erection throb, hard. Already, just two songs in, you feel close to the inevitable result of every great performance. You put your sunglasses back on and concentrate on making the song kill. The next track kicks in over the fade away of the last one. You smile and scratch the record a few times, then let the song play. You adjust the equalizer some and sit back, trying not to let the music arouse you too much. It just feels so amazing, the heavy base shakes the floor, in turn vibrating your shoes, then your knees and all of your body. It’s so exciting, and your passion for music too easily translates into sexual arousal.

The beats drag on, song after song goes by, the crowd is loving it. The dozen or so times you've let yourself look, Pinkie Pie was dancing just as hard or harder than anyone else. And her bright pink hair was always easy to spot. You glance at the time on your computer. It’s almost time to stop, and you haven’t even came. You kick up the volume, as much as you can, and the bass. The next song has to be your last. You select your favorite and put on a double bass overlay for parts. You salute at the crowd with a middle finger and bang your head, like the music should make you do. About a dozen bodies are thrashing and mashing against each other in a circle in front of the stage, the first mosh pit you've ever started. You step back behind the set and feel your pants almost massage the tip of your cock. You feel your upper thighs tense up, so does your abdomen. It feels like your going to explode any second, it’s amazing.

Climax looming, a hand taps your butt. You concentrate on not cumming and turn around. Pinkie Pie is standing on her knees behind you, out of sight of the crowd.

“Hey!” she yells over the music. You quickly turn down the treble two notches so you can hear a bit better.

“What’s up?” you scream back. You hope there’s no precum stain on your black jeans.

“Just thought you’d want some help with that!” She points right at your hard cock. It’s hardly concealed. “I didn’t see AJ, but I bet we could still steal my bed back from them. Wanna go?”

“What about the e-end of my set?” Your voice cracks, partly from the need to yell over the music and partly from the way the bass shakes the base of your rock hard cock.

“Just put another song on in the playlist and let the roadies pack everything out!” Pinkie is still on her knees, her great cleavage exposed for you to drink in. You don’t hide your staring this time.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s go!” You turn to set up another track and feel a hand inside your belt. You look down and see a darkened image of Pinkie Pie, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out like a panting dog.

You lift up your glasses and smile down, letting the music make you harder. It’s so hard, it almost hurts. “Or,” Pinkie mouths. She doesn’t speak, she only pantomimes jacking you off, then sucking your cock, bulging out her cheek with her tongue hilariously. She finishes off with licking the air and masturbating your air-cock fast. She closes one eye and holds out her tongue, swirls it around in her mouth and grabs her breast. She uses her other hand to wipe up the invisible sperm on her chin, then she gulps, perfectly in time to be heard between parts of the song. It’s so fucking hot, you almost cream your jeans right there.

“N-No!” You stop her long fingers before they touch your sheathed erection. “No, the music, I might, uh, do something that happens when the music is playing.”

Pinkie just sits back and pouts.

“We can still go fuck, come on let-”

“No,” she says. “If your so close already, just let me finish you, then we can start again upstairs. Is that-”

“Okay!” You grin down, then turn to the crowd again. The next song has picked up already. You set on another, even though you’re already over time. The crowd is still into it, grinding and bumping and moving on each other. You watch some sexy ladies dancing with each other, and two are making out, right there in front of everybody. You watch for a second, but a touch right on your erection averts your gaze. Pinkie Pie is on the ground, looking up into your eyes.

She undoes your belt and your pants quickly. You carefully help her fish out your long cock, it bounces as it slips over the waistband of your boxer shorts.

“Holy guacamole!” Pinkie Pie says loud enough to hear. You step back and let her sit in front of you. The bass is still shaking your erection, even more so in the open air. A hot breeze brushes along your cock, making it feel great. You look down to watch Pinkie Pie lick the tip, the warm softness caressing your head clumsily. Her saliva cools your head as she massages the shaft with her soft tongue, and then she takes you in her mouth. She sucks in about a third and just rocks back and forth, side to side, humming and smiling and sucking.

The song’s tempo kicks up, and suddenly, Pinkie opens her mouth wide, then goes deep on your shaft. Pinkie Pie takes an admirable three fourths of it in before she gags on it. She goes as deep as she can. Then, with much effort, takes the rest into her throat. The top of Pinkie’s esophagus squeezes hotly on your dick head, making your hips go weak. Pinkie relents to the pink helmet and slowly licks that, recuperating.

Pinkie Pie coughs and grabs the base of your slick shaft. “I got it,” she tiredly says. “I got the whole thing. Myah, how close are ya, Axel?”

You reach down and rest your hand on her head. “Damn close. Where do you want it, Pinkie?” It’s hard not to look down and give away what you’re doing. It doesn’t matter much, the music is loud and the lights are dimmed, and no one is really looking up. Pinkie sucks on your pink helmet and jerks you off in half time. It feels great, but you’re not really getting anywhere.

Pinkie Pie lets you go with a probably audible “ah” and jerks slightly faster, her spit coated fingers create an amazing mixture of softness and friction. “No no,” she insists, “this is your party. Where do you wanna blow that load? A cannon this size has to blast a lot of shot, I think I’d love it anywhere!”

The party girl begins jerking in time, twice as fast as before. Her smack talk makes zero hour go by so much faster. “Ah, ya hungry?” You manage to ask. Her slurping up a thick load and playing with her food sounds too appealing.

Pinkie Pie puckers her lips on the pink head of your penis and pronounces her approval. “Yeah! Oh, Axel, wanna shoot all your hot cum right in my mouth?” She jerks off with the eighth notes, double time, twice as fast as before. Her hand is almost a blur, but it still feels so soft and fuckable. Pinkie spits on the head again and laps up some of the precum. “Ah, lemme taste that thick stuff right now, come on! Jizz on my face some, too, I wanna have some heavy cream all over me. Come on, cum for Pinkie! Shoot your stuff, tough guy, such a big cock, better give me a big load.”

You don’t have time to give a warning. The dirty talk makes you shoot that much faster. Your core muscles shake and you feel yourself begin to explode. Thick ropes launch into the air, flying the short distance from your head to Pinkie’s lips. You watch the first shots impact on her tongue and lips and cheeks, but you look up at the ceiling in intense ecstasy. You feel like you’re releasing a year’s worth of cum, your brain is on fire. You try your best to just smile and nod your head while Pinkie rubs and sucks out the last of your seed out of your mostly hard cock.

Pinkie Pie sucks hard and let’s go with another “Ah”, her lips smack loudly. You look down and meet one of her eyes, the other has a thick coating of semen holding onto the eyelashes. “Mmm, juicy. Thanks,” she says. “Uh, song’s done, Axel.” Her face is splattered with thick snakes of semen and thin, shiny coatings on her chin. A little pool is right on her tongue.

You look up, now noticing the small crowd cheering. You quickly wave at the crowd and put on another record. The beat comes back on, you adjust the equalizer during the intro: a clip from a self help video that fits all too well.

“Good save,” you say down at Pinkie Pie, who is licking her fingers.

“Ya,” she says with a full mouth. “Wea-hee?” Pinkie sits with one hand on the ground, the other wiping cum off her eye and into her mouth.

Your tuck your still wet length into your pants and bend down. “You really gonna swallow all that?” you ask her.

“Why?” she manages to say. “Wan -e hoo?” She’s so bubbly, especially with her mouth full of man juice.

You look up, the crowd is going crazy, then back down. “Fuck yeah!”

Pinkie Pie smiles wide, showing off the load in her mouth. She collects all she can off her chin and moves the cum, an amount that spills around in her mouth. She gets most of the thick sperm sauce onto her tongue, then swallows it all with one grandiose gulp. “Tada! It’s gone!” It is gone, her pink tongue is clean, sort of, in her pink mouth. Her left eye is still covered, however. You leave that nugget of information for her to find.

“Like pure motherfucking magic, Pinkie,” you say back. “Just wait for this song so I can reload, okay? Then I’ll be right up. Pinkie...”

“Axel...?” Pinkie sits up and looks into your eyes. A tiny white strand hangs down from her eyelash.

“You’re fucking dynamite.”

Pinkie rolls, actually rolls once towards backstage. “That means you’ll be fucking dynamite before long!” Then she disappears into the dark shadows.

* * *

You reach down for the metal knob, but the bedroom door swings open before you. Applejack, that one really attractive girl from earlier, nearly walks straight into you.

“Woah! Didn’t see ya there sugarcube,” she says in a southern drawl. Applejack’s voice is kind of sexy, but you imagine it might get old after prolonged exposure. She blushes deeply and averts her eyes. “Uh, Pinkie just sent us ta find ya, Axel. Come on-”

“Axel!” That voice is unmistakable. “Come iiiiiiinnn~!” Pinkie Pie sings.

Applejack’s slim waist moves aside. The room reeks of sex, weed, booze and candy. Tristan is pulling on his overshirt. It’s stained at the collar.

“What’s up in here, everybody?” you ask, doing your best to hide your nervousness. Being a semi-professional DJ doesn’t automatically make your tongue silver.

Pinkie Pie slams down the bottle of Jägermeister on the nightstand and climbs out of bed. “Us!” Pinkie skips over, nearly falling, twice, hilariously swinging her arms. Her tits bounce up and down in that tight tank top, but her pants are nowhere to be seen. The cum on her eye is gone. Her little cotton panties are, surprisingly, dry and light purple. You find a Pinkie Pie clinging to your arm, holding it to her breasts, letting them sink into you. “Tristan and AJ were busy when I got up here, but that’s cool. They can use my bed anytime. Except now, cos now it’s Axel’s party.”

She giggles and pecks your cheek. She stands on her toes and whispers into your ear: “Unless you wanna have a four way. They’re cool with it and everything.” She licks your earlobe for emphasis. You feel your face heat up like magic. You find Pinkie’s big, bright blue eyeballs, she’s smiling and playfully biting her lip.

You can only nod dumbly in response, your grin wide and your face flushed. Pinkie Pie jumps up and pecks you on the cheek again. “I knew you’d say yes! Or, well, I guess you didn’t say yes, but you did communicate it. But really, who cou-”

“Pinkie!” Applejack yells, slamming the door shut. “We get the picture. We doin’ this or not? Cos I’m rarin’ to go.”

Pinkie Pie pantomimes zipping her lips shut, nodding. She cartwheels and shakily flops onto her wide bed. She bounces to rest, laughing voraciously, her round ass pointing right at you. There’s a small white stain on the left cheek.

“Uh, Pinkie?” you say to her. “You got a little something, right here.” You turn and point to your own ass, looking back at her over your shoulder. She quickly slaps her ass, the clean cheek, and looks over her shoulder. The way her flesh jiggles kicks off s stirring in your genitals.

“Did I get it? What is it? Where?” She looks over her other shoulder and pulls up on her panties like there aren’t three other people in the room. “What, oh! That’s just some love-stain I sat in.” She snickers and rolls over, squishing her tits into the ruffled blankets. “Wanna make some more?”

“Hell yeah I do. But, uh, how’s this gonna...” You look left to the door and see no one. To the right, where you sat stoned off your mind earlier, AJ and Tristan are already holding each other’s waists and kissing, moving hands under shirts and pulling at belts. You wonder why they bothered to put their clothes back on. “work.”

Pinkie Pie beckons you to her bed with a dainty finger. You walk over as she sits up, you can hear soft moans and wet lips smacking from the other side of the bedroom. Pinkie’s pants are beside her bed. You step over them and jump up, straddling Pinkie’s nice, shapely legs. A familiar tension is beginning to form in your groin as you rub your hands up and down Pinkie’s back. Her skin is fleshy and soft to the touch, even through her shirt.

“How attached are you to this, Pinkie?” you ask, holding the collar of her shirt in both hands from behind.

“Not at all,” she asks. “Wh-ah!” You quickly rip it in two down the back, exposing her sexy back. You feel her smooth, bare skin for a moment before leaning down to kiss Pinkie Pie’s shoulder, then her neck, making her tremble and moan softly. You suck hard on her neck until a hand touches your shoulder.

You let go of Pinkie’s neck with a smack and look up to meet Applejack’s eyes. She’s shirtless, and braless. Her perky tits are round and full, as well as youthfully smooth with small, erect nipples. You cringe at your cock begging to be unsheathed. You stare for a bit longer, until Pinkie Pie begins gyrating her hips, pushing her big ass into your ready groin.

“Axel,” Applejack says in her thick accent. “We had a plan worked out before ya came up here. I’m gonna need you ta move.”

“Can I at least get the rest of her clothes off first?” you ask, mockingly serious. You pull your stiff, sensitive member up so that the head is restrained in your belt and thrust along the crevice of Pinkie’s nice butt. You drag your mostly sheathed length along her cheeks again, then a third time, enjoying the sensation in full. AJ takes a swig of German liquor as you continue dry humping, working on Pinkie’s bra strap. It comes off with little work, and help from Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie moans hotly and looks back. “Oh Axel,” she half whispers. “I’m nice and wet for your long, hard cock. And believe me, that heat you’re packin’s definitely is a rifle. No snub nose revolver, that gun’s a fucking sniper.”

She lifts her ass up and pulls at her own panites. “God damn, Axel!” she moans into the blanket. “Stick somethin’ in! Fuck I’m horny. AJ, let’s DO this!”

You gladly sit up and pull her smelly panties down and take in the full view of Pinkie’s bare ass from behind. You grab Pinkie’s right cheek, AJ grabs the left, and the both of you get a long, healthy look. The lips are soaked, slowly dripping slick fluids down Pinkie Pie’s inner thighs. Her pussy is nice and tight looking, healthy and ready for a poke. You can almost feel your cock growling at the bitch in heat within spitting distance.

Applejack lets go and slaps Pinkie’s ass cheek hard, making her scream, then giggle. “Alrighty, Axel,” Applejack says. “Time’s a wastin’. Get yer butt up and lemme get that belt off for ya.”

You begin to climb off of the bed. AJ bends down and puts her beautiful fingers on your big buckle and begins unbinding your belt, then the button of your black britches.

“Pinkie wasn’t kiddin’,” AJ murmurs to herself. She drops your pants, you step out and stand in your boxers. Your rigid dick is still pointing straight up, the glans slightly exposed to the air. AJ yanks your underwear down, letting your erect member fall to point at her face.

“I’ll get it nice and wet for ya, Axel. Then you’ll get to rammin’ inta Pinkie from behind. Or,” she stops herself, blushing and staring straight at your erection. “Ya could fuck me if ya wanted. I mean, if Tristan’s cool with it. Hun?”

“Huh?” Tristan was busy getting his meat stick sucked by Pinkie Pie. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t get knocked up.”

You look down at AJ, smiling, her hand wrapped around the base of your cock. “What’dya say Axel? So many options, so man-”

“Pinkie,” you say flatly, feigning seriousness.

Applejack looks up, deflated. “Huh? Jus’ like that? You haven’t even seen my goods. How can you make such a decis-”

“I want to eat her pussy some, then I’ll fuck you, whether you’re wet or dry.” Applejack just stares, smiling up at you, your steel rod staring at her face.

“Ya got it, Axel. It’s your party, after all.” She kisses the head once. A little precum cling to her lips as she pulls away, making a strand sway as it bridges the gap. It falls onto her bare chest. Applejack cleans it up with a finger and samples it, sucking hard enough to draw in her cheeks. You feel your cock twitch, blindly urging for a new warm hole.

“Pinkie, flip over.” You kneel down on the floor by the bed and put a hand on her round, soft ass. “Please?”

“Sinf yew puh- eh- ah- way,” Pinkie says through a mouthful. She slurps up her excess spit and pulls the dick out of her mouth with another loud “Ahh”. Pinkie Pie rolls over onto her back. Gravity pulls her large and perky breasts down and away from her sternum. Applejack hops up onto the bed, fully nude, and slowly caresses and plays with her large breasts

You don’t bother with watching. Instead, you put both hands on the hot, wet thighs and push lightly. Pinkie Pie voices her approval wordlessly, mumbling gibberish of consent. You trace the skin on either side of her fat lips, making her vagina leak out a little more juice.

“Wait!” Pinkie Pie says, looking down between her tits. You pull your tongue in and meet her eyes. “Take a drink, Axel. It’s your party, and you haven’t even had any booze since we started!”

“Yeah, then pass me the bottle,” Tristan says.

“Uh, okay, sure.” You lean to your right and grab the mostly full container. You take a swig of the sweet liquor, then another. You down four large gulps in all. The alcohol burns your throat briefly, but it’s easily bearable.

Applejack takes the bottle you offer and sips before handing it to her man. He takes some swigs and hands it down to Pinkie. She swallows some skillfully from her back and hands it up to Applejack, who gulps twice before handing back to you. You watch Applejack slowly stroke Tristan’s dick and drink to your jealousy.

At last you can taste Pinkie’s clean shaven vagina. You don’t even bother with touching, you go right in for her sweet, organically intoxicating flavor. Pinkie Pie moans as your tongue graces her soft petals lightly. You lick from the bottom to the top twice, the second time pushing until you feel the hot pink center. As your flat tongue moves over a little nub, Pinkie really moans. You swirl your tongue wetly around her clitoris and back down to her hole. Using two fingers, you spread her lips open wide and tickle her entrance. Pinkie’s moans are muffled. Her mouth is undoubtedly filled just outside your view.

You stick in your first finger swiftly, coaxing out a thick moan. You suck on Pinkie Pie’s stiffening clitoris and slip in a second finger. Pinkie Pie moans between little gurgles as you rub her g-spot with two fingers. You nibble on her clitoris, enjoying the scent and flavor her cunt gives to your mouth.

At last, you come up for air, slowing your working fingers in Pinkie Pie’s tight vagina. You look up from between Pinkie Pie’s nice legs and are greeted by a close view of Applejack’s nice ass. Her’s is a little less full and more toned, but very, very nice regardless. Three of her fingers are at work playing her wet pussy. They circle quickly around her clitoris, dripping an occasional bit of fluid onto Pinkie’s lower stomach. You lap up the small pool happily. It tastes less sweet than Pinkie’s pie, yet still perversely delicious. You gulp it down and go back to work with your mouth.

“Myah, why’d ya stop Axel?” You look up, tongue an inch from her lips. She meets your eyes, her crazy hair tickles Tristan’s undercarriage. Applejack wanted a turn, it seems, and is rocking her head back and forth as she sucks away.

“Just wanted a view of the party,” you say back. Your fingers resume thrusting and flexing, pulling on Pinkie’s g-spot. You kiss her lips and snake your tongue in again, finding her clit in the hot folds. You flick and search and manage to sneak under the small hood protecting it and hold the covering skin in your teeth. Pinkie’s thighs tighten up around you, cupping your ears. You can’t hear the praise she gives, but you can feel it. Her hips shake, so you push and pull with your fingers harder and faster. You slip your tongue to her tiny exposed cum button and press as hard as you can, shaking it to make her climax as hard as possible. You slip in a third finger and feel her extremely tight walls clench even tighter.

At last, Pinkie’s thighs and hips shake in climax. You move your head up and pull up on her clitoris, your tongue is a hook pulling her up. Your first three fingers are moving in crazy little quarter and half circles against her stiff little g-spot, lightly pressing against it. You spread out your pinkie painfully and barely penetrate her anus. Pinkie cums immediately. A spurt of girlcum hits youu right on the nose. You’re helpless to move as your head is held in place by two big, shapely thighs. You gladly open your mouth and catch the clear fluid as it squirts onto your face. You flex your three fingers harder and slip in your fourth, deftly stimulating her clitoris at the same time, careful not to block the ejaculation. Pinkie Pie squirts again, harder than before. Clear fluid shoots out and impacts on your tongue, cheeks, forehead, everywhere. You rock your hand, all four fingers back and forth quickly.

Pinkie lets go of your face, so you sit up some and watch her face. “Ooooohhhh,” Pinkie Pie moans. “Ooohh, ah, keep it up, keep going Axel!” She tosses her head left and right, her crazy curls careen to and fro.

You move your hand as fast as you can, feeling Pinkie’s little g-spot with light pressure. Her cunt twitches a few more times, then really clenches down painfully. You push on her spot with two fingers and still move your hand fast and hard. You hear her cry out harshly down at you, her hips and tits shaking like mad.

“I’m gonna, oh Axel! YES!” Pinkie can do nothing but hump her hips and arch her back as she orgasms for the second time in five minutes. You push on her spot hard and feel her cunt contract. Pinkie’s abs, legs and vaginal walls all tense up, then she squirt again. You watch from a point-blank distance as clear fluids shoot out from her vagina. The first spurt is caught inside her lips, trickling down to the hardwood, so you spread her wet petals wide with your free hand. The ejaculation is still going strong, shooting up a thin stream of clear fluid. You don’t shy away from the spattering. The most of it mattes your hair to your forehead and lands elsewhere.

“Ngyah! Ah, oh Axel, stop, please! It’s too much,” Pinkie moans

You pull out immediately. Your first two fingertips are slightly pruned, the olive skin a little wrinkled. You lick your sore fingers and look up. Applejack is tongue kissing Pinkie Pie deeply, passionately rubbing and grabbing Pinkie’s flesh. Pinkie, however, is kissing back like she already came.

You wipe off your face with your stained shirt and stand up, stretching your sore knees. “Need a drink, Pinkie?”

Applejack’s and Pinkie’s heads nod at the same time. You grab your boxers and are halfway to slipping them on when Tristan opens the door.

“Guess he’s got ya covered,” you say to no one in particular. Your cock has never been more rigid. Standing behind two amazingly sexy ladies going at it, one that has just gone through an intense double orgasm, and you’re soaked in female ejaculate.

You put one hand on Applejack’s full, round ass. “MMmmmphhah! What the heck are ya doin’?”

“Pinkie just squirted like a fucking fire hydrant, and you want me to starve you?” you ask. “Come on Applejack, I know you’re wet as hell. Tell me you don’t want cock, and I’ll fuck Pinkie Pie instead.”

Applejack adjusts herself so that she’s perfectly straddling Pinkie Pie and stands up on all fours. “Okay,” she says in her southern drawl. “Let’s do this. Just, uh, don’t shoot it in me, alright?”

“I promi-”

“Do it on my face!” Pinkie Pie yells out. “Cum on my face! I love facials, because it really makes guys smile. Just, ah, do it, when you need to. Sorry! Continue, please.”

You look over Applejack’s shoulder and meet Pinkie’s big blue eyes again. “Pinkie Pie, you are so random! And kinky, too.”

You turn back and look down at Applejack’s back. Her long blond ponytail is flayed across her back. You’d like to cum all over that, too, give her split ends. The thought makes another bubble of precum slowly dribble down your shaft.

“Ready, AJ?”

“Yup,” she says. “Come and get some, Axel. Put that rock hard cock in me and fuck me like an animal. Ram that fucker deep inside, let my cunt squeeze on you until you blow a big, hot, thick load of cum all over Pinkie Pie’s cute little face.”

Applejack pants hard and rubs herself again. “I’m so fuckin’ hot for that dick, Axel. Hurry up and make me scream, I wanna see ya shoot, too. Ah, I wanna kiss Pinkie again and get a mouthful of that jizz. Oh my fucking god, fuck me as hard as ya fuckin’ can!”

You can’t take it anymore! Her filthy mouth needs to get filled almost as much as her vagina. You grab AJ’s amazing hips and put your pecker to her pussy. The flaring head feels like it’s on fire, it needs to be doused badly. You begin pushing into her slit, but it dumbly shoots up towards her asshole. Grumbling, you grab the base and push inside, just like you should have fucking done. The head is immediately soaked and squeezed in the amazingly tight cunt. If she wasn’t a virgin, she was close. Her tight cunny clenches your rock-hard erection as you slowly slip inside. Applejack moans to herself as you rock back and forth in an effort to go deeper and deeper.

Applejack begins really panting and moaning just as half of your shaft slides inside. “Ah, Axel! Ungh! Ah, you’re so fucking huge, ah! Just, just take it slow, ‘kay?”

“That’s what I was telling you before!” Pinkie says like she’s insulted. “Axel’s so big, I could barely get that thing in my mouth, I had to deepthroat deeper than I’ve ever gone before on a cock! I’ve taken a banana deeper, but that’s shaped a little differently, an-”

“I GET THE PICTURE!” Applejack lets her head fall back down and looks Pinkie Pie in the eyes as best she can. That isn’t very well, considering her whole body is rocking back and forth as she’s getting fucked, a thick erection rubbing her g-spot with every thrust. “Sorry, Pi-inks, but ya te-End ta, ugh, oh my f-uh! Ah, ya tend ta ramble som-oh my fuck-ing GOD!”

You reach deeper and deeper with each thrust. A band has begun to play downstairs, some loud group. The bass kicks and the riffs reverberate their way upstairs and into your rhythmic mind. It’s the perfect humping music. You fill in the missing tones you wish you could hear and fuck away, making AJ’s pussy obey. You let your inner animal take over and do whatever comes to mind, fucking harder and harder, reaching deeper into Applejack’s tight vagina. The soft walls suck you in, almost begging for you to fill her up from the inside.

You slap AJ’s tight ass with your left palm and watch the flesh jiggle. “HEY!” Applejack yells over her shoulder. “Slap harder!” You smack her on the other cheek as hard as you can, timing it so you slap as she coming at you full speed.

“AAAHH!” Applejack cries out in pained pleasure. “Fuck me! Ah! Yes, Axel, fuck me hard! Fuck me as hard as you FUCKING can!”

You grit your teeth and smack her as hard as you can, making her shriek out and moan again. You grab her hips again and thrust harder. Your cockhead nearly exits her hot vagina, then flies into her with frightening speed. AJ’s tight walls slow your penis as it rams inside until it barely pokes a fleshy wall. You keep pulling on Applejack’s slim hips in time with the hard song, but it’s almost over, for you and the band. Their drummer is going nuts, picking up the tempo steadily until they are nearly doubling their beats. You suck air to keep up, your abs and arms are burning deep.

Applejack begins to say something, but you can’t make it out. Instead she just moans as loud as she can at the ceiling. Her tight cunt isn’t even deep enough to take your entire shaft, but it’s contracting all the same. You can feel a small nub rub along the underside of your shaft as you thrust and thrust and thrust. You change up and push down against it with every stroke, it feels like her amazing pussy is really milking you. The thought of her walls deliberately pulling on your sensitive tool for the purpose of being coated in white paint makes you want to fill her up even more. Applejack’s moan rises in pitch, breaking into a squeal every so often. Her shaking elbows are sure to give out.

Your groin begins to tense up again. You can barely keep up with the crazy fast tempo. You suck air and focus on that little nub that’s hardening and poking your shaft. Then it hits you: you’re actually rubbing along AJ’s g-spot. You grin wide, allowing for mass volumes of air to travel into and out of your lungs. You grit your teeth and grunt through the pleasure, staring hard at the bright and colorful poster directly in front of you.

“Ah-ah-ah A-xel! O-oh I-’m go-o-o-n-na, ah, cu-u-u-U-UM!!!” Applejack’s ass and elbows shake, her vaginal walls clench down spasmodically. Her arms cave and AJ rests her tits on Pinkie Pie’s for support. You feel ready to burst, too. You stop thrusting suddenly and stoop your torso over Applejack’s back. You pull your cock out, then carefully stick the head back in, making Applejack moan again. You reach around and put a hand and rub her clitoris as fast as you can, simultaneously pushing your head into her inner cum button.

Applejack cries out in pleasure and orgasms. Her tight cunt clenches hard, almost painfully on the three inches you have inside. You clench your teeth and focus on not cumming. Applejack’s ass shakes randomly and violently, her cunt pushes you out. Nevertheless, she cums hard. Her pussy flexes open and closed and spurts out a little girlcum. It impacts directly on Pinkie Pie’s pussy, splashing into the air. You rest your hips on her round ass and play with her clit until she stops doing anything besides panting.

“Did he cum?” Pinkie asks quietly.

You climb off and stand on the other side, aiming your goo canon at Pinkie’s face. “Guess not,” she says. “Fee fi fo fum, I’m not going to make that stupid joke!”

Applejack laughs dumbly and slumps to the side, spent. Pinkie reaches for your dick and finds the base. “Oh my god, Axel! You’re so fucking hard! Do you have another huge load for me?”

Like magic, Pinkie Pie picks up on the pace of the piece and perfectly pets your dripping penis along the bottom portion. “It looks bigger from this angle! I’ll still make you cum, just lemme, ugh.” Pinkie Pie struggles to jerk correctly. She twists her hands around and manages to get a good hold of the long member. She slowly massages the entire shaft, taking special care of the sensitive helmet.

“This good?” she asks.

All you need to do is nod down at her curious eyes. Pinkie smiles wide. There’s something about that funny, lifting smile that makes her special. She isn’t a bubbly whore. Well, maybe she is, but she’s more! She’s a great bubbly whore. Your drunk and stoned and primally pleased mind can’t picture what exactly, but it’s great and more. You feel your core muscles turn to raspberry jelly.

“Pinkie!” Is all you can think to mutter. You open you shut eyes, you don’t even remember looking up and closing them. Pinkie is sucking the head of your cock, obviously tasting all of Applejack’s fluids on it. “Pinkie, I’m so close, ah, how do you want it?”

She pushes you the two inches out of her mouth. “What did I say earlier? It’s your fucking party, cum where ya want! Just not on Rarity’s hair, she hates that.”

Before you can even say “Who?”, Pinkie Pie sucks your long cock into her mouth. You feel about to blow, so, naturally, you do the first thing that comes to mind: you grab her face in both hands and push as deep as you can into her throat. Pinkie Pie barely gurgles in protest, or maybe just surprise. She swallows your head. Her amazing neck bulges around your head as you slowly penetrate deep. The sight alone is enough to make you shoot your load. Shot after long shot erupt into Pinkie’s warm, wet esophagus, directly flying into her stomach. You swear you can hear a splash. Your entire length flexes, unloading several relieving loads into Pinkie’s face.

The sensation and sight are amazing, but a wave of fatigue quickly washes over you. A finger punches blindly into your scrotum, making you jump back. Pinkie carefully pushes you out of her face.

“Gah!” Pinkie Pie pants heavily and sits up, holding a hand to her throat. “You kinky mo-guher fucker! You fucking went all the way into my fucking throat and came right into my stomach!” Pinkie stands up, gagging, and pushes you into a wall, a fist raised. “That was fucking SUPER HOT!” She instantly smiles, unintentionally showing off her throat. “Do you have any clue how INTENSE that was for me? Do ya? I was all ‘gurgle gurgle oh man, there’s this giant dickin my throat! Whaddo I do abou-OH! HERE COMES A BIG LOAD RIGHT IN MY THROAT!’ I didn’t even have to swallow! Man, if that wasn’t a choking hazard, and actually pretty painful, I’d do that EVERYTIME I give a bj! I-”

You stop her with a gentle yet firm finger on her lips. “Pinkie?”

“Ahewl?” She attempts to say, draping her arms over your shoulders, her bare tits prodding your chest.

“You’re kinda amazing. I bet any girl out there couldn't do that, and anyone who could wouldn't like it unless they got paid extra. Pinkie, I-”

“Gep yer pfinner moff my miwpf, Ahewl,” Pinkie manages to communicate. You put both of your hands on her sides. “Don’t say it, just enjoy this.”

“Enjoy what?” you ask Pinkie.

“I dunno. Just thought I should say something like that, I guess.” She leans forward and leans her head on your shoulder. You hug her back, gladly feeling her breasts compress into your chest. “I guess we could enjoy this,” she says quietly into your neck. “Just being close. Sometimes, when I’m with my gal pals, we just sorta cuddle. It’s nice, but kinda boring most times. I really just wanna listen to the music and cuddle with you, Axel.”

Your fatigue returns as you let Pinkie’s hair tickle your nose, sending her sweet essence into the tired pleasure receptors in your brain. The band downstairs is talking to the crowd, probably setting up for the next half of their set. Or maybe they’re changing bands. You want to find out, but for one, you’re nude, second, there’s two smoking hot chicks who could use more sexing. Besides, two times is hardly enough, right?

“Pinkie,” you whisper down into her thick, crazy, hot pink cotton candy curls.

“Axel?” she half moans.

“Wanna just fuck one more time, then go see the bands downstairs?” You accidentally get a little hair in your mouth, so you pull that out with your fingers. Oddly enough, it actually tasted, well, sweet. Not like sugar, but still sort of sacchariferous.

Pinkie Pie turns and looks at the bed, then back at you. “You’re not a bad mind reader, ya know. Wanna come inside? I’m on the pill and everything, clean too.”

You recall the way her cunt squeezed your fingers tightly, then the way she exploded. Twice. “Yeah, ya taste clean to me.”

Pinkie Pie laughs, but stops quickly and touches her neck. “Oooh, that’s tender. Maybe that face fuck wasn’t so worth it.” Pinkie gulps and grimaces. “Ah, who am I kidding? It was totally worth it. I feel so full. Oh Axel, that spunk did wonders to cure my munchies.”

You don’t have much of a response, so you don’t reply. Instead, you just hold her by the waist and look her over, admiring her curvy yet plush body. Some guys would call her doughy, but she’s so full of energy that any real buildup of fat would burn away instantly. You smile to yourself and slowly reach for one of those great big tits. They’re just more than a handful, not enourmous to the point of being grotesque, but could never be called small. Pinkie Pie grins her toothy grin as she watches you take both into your hands.

She exhales hotly when you slowly squeeze harder and harder, making her flesh spill around your strong fingers. You push them up and together, making her erect nipples push into your palm. Your need to piss takes passenger seat to your need to fuck again. You move them around in opposite circles, just enjoying them and their weight. Pinkie’s breath shallows and quickens at your touch.

“Ah, Axel,” Pinkie Pie whispers. “You’re getting hard again, just for me.”

“You know it, Pinkie.” You bend your neck and kiss her cheek. You remain near and whisper: “Are you wet, yet? Or am I gonna have to lick you until you gush?”

Pinkie just shudders in your arms. “Ah, Axel, j-”

“Pinkie Pie.”

She looks up at you, her big blue eyes are partially hidden by her wild cherry pink hair. Wordlessly, she smiles and brings you to her bed. Applejack gets up and dresses as you make out passionately, moving your lips and hips and hands everywhere and feeling everything. Pinkie’s nice waist and her amazing breasts get a healthy massaging, her round butt gets a hard a squeeze, her nice back and thighs are caressed and pulled on. You feel her hands run all over your chest, back, but, shoulders, legs, face, neck, and every other body part.

At last, Pinkie rolls on top, her hot sex is dripping wet. “Wow,” she mutters.

You just pant with her and stare at her bare body. “Pinkie, I-”

“Axel. Shut up and let me ride that thing, will ya?”

You just nod and say: “Yes Ma’am!” Pinkie hoists herself up by pushing down with both hands on your wide chest. She carefully perches her pussy above your penis and slowly uses gravity to help penetrate herself. Pinkie lets out a long moan with every inch that slides inside. No need to be extra gentle as she’s already had fingers make her have one long, rolling orgasm. Pinkie manages to get all but the very base inside her tight vagina. She rests her whole weight on you and just smiles, content and full of cock and her belly full of cum. Your tip prods her womb well, and Pinkie's vagina seems more than eager to squeeze its soft flesh around your entire member.

Applejack and her assets are long gone. You feel thirsty, so Pinkie Pie must be starving for water. You pull a pillow and put your head on it to watch. Pinkie lifts her hips up slowly, making most of her vagina empty. She slides down onto it again, crushing your cock ever so fantastically with her walls.

“Oh my god, Axel, I’ve never had someone fill me up like this.” She lifts her hips again and again falls down, a little faster. Her wet cunt is more than happy to lubricate the operation, making the hot work wet work.

“Like how?” you ask, pushing your hips up as she comes down. Pinkie Pie giggles, smiling so wide.

“Like THIS!” Pinkie pulls herself up again and falls hard onto your cock, making the tip jab at her fleshy cervix and her breasts bounce more than normal. She winces in pleasure. Pinkie Pie looks up and goes back to riding, holding her big breasts together. You reach up and hold them for Pinkie, allowing her to bounce up and down quickly. She lifts her hips quickly, exposing your entire shaft, then falling onto it, engulfing you in flesh again. Pinkie Pie keeps riding for some time, squeezing your cock and slipping around it hotly over and over and over again. She arches her back as she bounces, moaning at the ceiling. You release one breast and watch it bob up and down behind her body’s tempo. You occupy your free hand by pinching and playing with Pinkie’s clitoris, pulling her moving skin to expose the brighter pink button hidden underneath.

“Ah-Axel! Oh, yes! I’m feeling something, ah, I’m gonna cum soon. Ah, your turn! Fuck me hard from behind, I wanna feel what AJ felt, whatever made her cum like that! Whatever she’s having, I want some!”

You try to wet your dry throat by swallowing, but only succeed in making it hurt some. “Ah, okay Pinkie. Fuck, get up.”

You help Pinkie off of you, quickly slipping out of her. She moans, expressing a need for her aching desires to be filled. Pinkie bends over on shaking palms, showcasing her fine behind begging for a big cock to fill it. You grab yours and waste no time obliging. Pinkie Pie inhales sharply as you push into her tight hole. Again, the walls feel like they want nothing but to pull out whatever seed remains.

You begin to thrust, Pinkie gladly turns her head and moves with you, sharing your inaudible rhythm. You pull on her hips harder and harder with each rocking motion, slowly filling her up push by push. Pinkie falls forward onto a pile of pillows, sticking her posterior up into you. You adjust and pick up where you left off, ramming her pussy ferociously. Pinkie’s soft flesh jiggles each time your hips smack into her cheeks. The slapping flesh is the only noise besides your combined panting.

Pinkie's shaking hips are like tiny, short jerks of a wrist that make you so close to climax. You pull out all the way and penetrate again to put off the point of no return. But again, there’s a little hard nub rubbing the sensitive underside of your cock. It really feels like Pinkie is deliberately trying to make you bathe her insides in a fresh load. Your brain feels cloudy again, yet all you can do is ram and ram and ram to make your dick feel nice in the hot, wet hole.

Pinkie is muttering a string on incoherent curses and praises into the pillow under the noise of flesh slapping together and your collective grunting and moaning and mumbling.

“Ah Pinkie! I’m g-gonna,” you can’t finish your sentence on account of you finishing. Pinkie uses the last of her strength to push her butt up as to encourage you.

“Inside, hehehe,” Pinkie mumbles to herself. You thrust as hard as you can, that perfect little button milking the underside of the base. You release another seemingly enormous amount, this time deep inside Pinkie Pie’s pink pie. It feels as if your brain is charred, now. You grunt as your entire cock blasts out round after round of hot cum, one, two-three, four, six, nine shots, then a tenth little one. A few more twitches, then you're spent. You feel a liquid presence around the head of your shaft as you pant, doubled over Pinkie Pie’s full ass, completely engulfed inside. Not one inch of your cock isn’t being harshly squeezed by Pinkie’s quivering pussy.

“Oh my fucking god,” you say quietly, then lazily slip out and fall next to Pinkie. Your head hits a pillow the moment the band downstairs drops an extreme power chord.

“I know, right?” Pinkie Pie whispers, her ass still comically in the air. She falls on her side and faces you. “Axel, you were so deep inside, and the way you just kept hitting my spot, I came like three times. The last time, with you.” She stares, the bottom half of her eyelids raised in tired bliss. Her hand lazily traces your arm, stopping at yours. You gladly intertwine your fingers with hers and just stare into her big, blue, fun eyes. She smiles and giggles a little from her diaphragm, a truly pleased laugh.

“What is it, Pinkie?”

She swallows and licks her lips. “It’s just, you didn’t even notice Applejack. She’s standing right behind you, Axel.” Pinkie Pie giggles quietly, truly fatigued.

“Should I be worried?” you ask, not caring if the building was on fire.

“You should be thirsty.” Applejack’s southern accent carries easily in the shaking room. The band downstairs is trying to make the concrete foundations turn to pudding. The entire room is vibrating rhythmically, mystically. You’re much too tired to keep up if you were in front of the stage, but up here, it’s a nice hum and a comfortable, loosening massage.

“Me! I’m thirsty!” Pinkie Pie sits up and holds herself right with her right arm. “Ah, AJ, you’re the bestest friend a cotton-mouthed just-got-fucked-so-good girl like me could ever have.”

“Shucks, PP,” Applejack says in her now-starting-to-get-on-your-nerves southern drawl. “Ya do me too much praise. ‘sjust water.”

“No! This is more than ‘sjust water, it’s water! Liquid refreshme-” Pinkie Pie swallows hard and touches her free hand to her neck. “Liquid refreshment. Just gimme!”

Applejack hands her two big bottles of water, gloriously dangling her nice rack over your face. The plaid-clad sweater puppies are still glorious when covered. “How ya feelin’, AJ?” You ask up into her slightly bouncing tits. The entire building is pulsating in a wild way.

She looks down over her boobs as Pinkie Pie gulps. “A little sore. Oh yeah, Axel. Don’t, uh, don’t tell Tristan this, but your rod’s a bit bigger’n his. I don’t know how the hell Pinkie could take that thing. You too, Pinkie, not a word.”

Pinkie wipes away the dribble on her lips with a forearm, disregarding the trickles on her chest. “You and me both, sister. Axel’s hung like a horse. But not really, because, that’d be weird, and gross, and probably painful, an-”

“Pinkie!” you and AJ say in unison. You exchange a surprised glance and share a smile.

“Oops!” Pinkie says in a new, tiny voice that’s entirely adorable. “Sorry. Axel, drink!”

You sit up and gladly take the unopened bottle that Pinkie Pie shoves in your face and down a third of it. Your sandy throat needed a drink more than you realized. You also really need to piss.

You wipe your mouth and just look over Pinkie as she sits. She stares back, her blue eyes linger on your groin. The bass keeps shaking the room, driving you wild with curiosity and a need to see who’s making the noise. You may specialize in DnB, but metal is another fantastic, angry and emotional genre.

“Hey, Pinkie.”

“Hmm?” She sits criss-cross-applesauce again, inadvertently showing off the fine folds of her lower lips. "I mean, Axel?" She snickers at your stupid inside joke.

“Who’s playing right now? They sound, er, feel really good.”

Pinkie scratches her nose and says: “Iunno. I can’t remember who’s on when, but the drummer in one of the bands is from here. She’s pretty famous, she’s in a few other bands, too.”

A dark green bottle appears on your shoulder, freezing your hot skin. “Get dressed an’ we’ll go see ‘em,” Applejack half commands, that accent is still taking a minute to grow on you.

You snatch up the liquor and take two long drafts. Your mind is only barely inebriated, it seems. Pinkie takes three.

Applejack steals the bottle and saunters out, showing off her assets. Dear god, those assets. She tosses her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and tosses a flirty, knowing look as she closes the door behind her.

You find your pants, the bag of your extreme weed is still there. You dress with Pinkie quickly. She puts on some new, unstained panties and a slightly different outfit. A simple pink t-shirt with the words “Fallen is Baby-lon” on it. There's a graphic of a baby with a scepter and a long braided beard with a bloody binki hanging down from it. She explains that her friend’s band is actually named “Babylon”, but they played on the rephrasing enough that they took the new joke seriously enough to change the name. Most of their inscrutable lyrics were about some epic battle and civilizations falling and space colonies and aliens destroying each other. Regarding the newest album, Pinkie Pie had novels worth of stories to tell. Often times, she would sit in the studio and drink in the sounds that were made.

You and her continue discussing the equipment used on the way down. It’s very fascinating to you, the technology and techniques in creating quality: real, inspired music. You answer the call of nature and head to the mosh pit.

Before you know it, you’re thrashing about and jumping and banging your head to the banshee fingers and complex chords and machine-like double bass pedals. The whole set, or what you and Pinkie catch of it, is mind blowing. The band performs two encores before getting almost literally pushed off stage by security.

Pinkie stops you from following backstage to smoke and drink. As the piped in music occupies the bruised and battered moshers as well as the pussy onlookers, Pinkie Pie pulls you over and says to you: “Scratchy is going on next. You wanna go backstage and meet Baby-lon or stay out here and watch her?”

The choice is hard. Meet members from an awesome and somewhat local band, or listen to one of the world’s most famous DJ’s, who happens to be a sexy native of ponyville?

“Why not both?” you ask. “I bet Vinyl is backstage waiting for the roadies to get all the equipment out.”

“Oh yeah,” Pinkie Pie replies. “Come on, let’s go!”