Pinkamena Diane Pie's Shortcake
Pinkamena Diane Pie's Shortcake
You blink your eyes open to a dim room. The crusty bits fall from your eyelids as you survey the room and your neck complains in aches and creaks. A cool, polished wood table presses against your chest and a smooth material binds your arms to top of the table’s short legs. Your mouth and throat feel parched, while your stomach grumbles in hunger. A tug and kick confirms all your limbs are securely bound, but the creak from the table screams in the absolute silence of what you think is a basement. Near one corner of the room in front of you the floor slopes slightly to an industrial-looking drain, and near the other stands another table with a red toolbox on top. Another try on the ropes elicits cries from the old furniture and…
Footsteps in the room behind you. They sound familiar.
“Oh goody! You’re awake again!” You recognize the high-pitched voice, but your head swims. “You’re waking up awful early nowadays. Early birdie wants the worm!” She giggles behind you for a moment before walking around to sit and look you in the eyes. Her heavy pink hair falls straight to the ground from her head on one side, underneath it a pair of twitchy eyes sit above an all-too-big smile. She’s holding a large pair of pliers with an angry eye in marker on one side between her forehooves, and pulls her head back to put it in front of you.
“Hey bub, remember me?” She moves it like a hand puppet and speaks in a low, gravelly voice.
“Don’t be silly, Chompy,” She responds to it all to eagerly, “by now my new friend shouldn’t be remembering much of anything! All fuzzy-wuzzy in the head!” She lowers her head to look you in the eyes—your table keeps you from looking higher than her shoulders when she stands. “Can you remember where you are? What day is it? How did you get here?” Face-to-face, you can see how small her pupils are within the huge white eyes in her head, their twitching easily apparent this close. She drops “Chompy” to lift your face with a hoof.
“Answer me!” For a split second, her face contorts in hideous ways you hadn’t thought possible before flashing back to her smile. You try to wet your mouth enough to get out a response, but only dry rasps escape your throat. Not that you could answer any of those questions. Your headache intensifies whenever you try to remember anything. Even now your head is swimming, somewhat numb. Nothing is coming to the front of your mind, but you know it’s there. If only you could concentrate a little more…
“Grrr!”
A sharp pain on your finger brings you back to reality. Chompy’s bit your finger. Not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough.
“That ought to get your friend to talk!”
No, it was her. She pinched your finger with the pliers. They’re wider than your thumb and rust covers everything past the joint. All the while a smile was on her big pink face.
“Chompy! Be nice to my new friend! Besides, there shouldn’t be any more of those pesky memories left inside that little noggin’ after two weeks of my special punch! Now I’m gonna have to put you in bed for a little bit Chompy, me and my new friend are gonna have our own private party while you nap.”
“But…but I want to play with your new friend too!” She responds to herself, working the handles.
“Oh don’t worry about that Chompy, we’ll play together some other time,” her eyes lock with yours again, dead set staring now. “But if my new friend doesn’t want to party, I’m sure we can find something to do.”
You try to swallow again when she opens the toolbox and tucks Chompy into a bed of dirty rags.
“Are you thirsty? Want something to drink? How about some of Pinkie Pie’s Pop-ariffic Punch?” Her voice has returned to its higher pitch. Pinkie Pie, that was her name, you think as you try to swallow dust again.
Before you can answer she takes your head in her hooves and kisses you. A soft, wet, thick tongue forces its way past your lips and into your mouth for a moment before pulling away just as fast. She looks in your eyes again for a second, then kisses you again.
“You really must be thirsty” she says after the second one. Another kiss. “We’re friends, right?” She tilts her head the other way for the next one. “Of course we are. Only Friends kiss each other!” A little longer one now, and she moves her head in little circles. “You’re one of my best friends!” Her saliva is coating the inside and edges of your mouth. “No, my BESTEST friend!” The deepest one yet. She tastes sweet.
“Bestest friend, I’ve been preparing this for you all day today. With my special ingredients, too. All for you!” She places her hooves on the table near your shoulders and kisses your forehead. “So just go ahead, drink up!” Standing taller, her groin comes into view. Between her legs hangs a large, bright-pink, veined cock,semi-erect over a pair of bulbous pink balls. Your eyes go wide at the sight of them; they’re huge for somepony so small.
“Go on, I’ve been drinking lots and lots of water all day for you!”
Suddenly you realize just what she means for you to do and your mouth hangs slightly open, speechless. You can feel her straight hair lay against your naked back as she looks down. “Oh, silly Pinkie, you’re too far away! Heh, sometimes I forget you can’t really move much. Here, let me help you OPEN UP!”
A pair of hooves press into the sides of your jaw, pinching it open. You resist a little at first, but the pressure quickly becomes painful. Thirst and hunger sap your will to fight and you relent. Her warm cock presses against your lips for a moment before sliding heavily into your mouth. You can feel it getting warmer as she becomes more erect, and the feeling of it resting on your tongue elicits a sigh of pleasure from above you.
“Good, good. Now don’t spill! We wouldn’t want you to make a mess!” You can feel her body relaxing above you for a moment. You feel queasy at what’s about to happen to you, but you’re so thirsty. Only a moment before the warm liquid begins to dribble a little into your mouth.
It is, surprisingly, lightly sweet. You find it difficult to swallow with your mouth full of her hardening member, but as the flow increases you work around it, anxious to swallow more of the cherry-flavored punch. Her breathing slows, her breaths getting deeper and drawn longer, and soon she empties herself into you. Drops run down your chin, but you’ve swallowed almost a liter of her bodily fluids. Her flesh has somewhat softened, but remains plugged into your face.
You feel her body spasm.
“Well, now that I’ve helped you, you can help me!”
Her hips pull back, almost removing her cock from your mouth entirely, but rams forward at the last moment, running its head across your tongue. It hardens as it retracts again. spreading your jaw open.
“You’d better not, ah, let me feel any teeth now, hah, after all I did for you!” Her breath is quickening. “You think it was easy, ugh, drinking all that water all day?” Another spasm, but that doesn’t stop her from pumping your mouth. “You’re my best friend, and friends help friends. You like to help me, you know. You’ve been doing it for a long time, you just can’t remember.” Her warm, hairless balls are beginning to slap against your chin, their weight swinging them like a pendulum between her legs. You can hear her grunting when she puts her hooves on the back of your head, leaning back to get deeper into your throat. You try your best to relax your jaw to keep your teeth off of her and your spit winds up dribbling out between your lips. Soon the slapping sound gets louder as your saliva coats the front of her heavy orbs, and faster as she gets closer to releasing into your throat.
She throws herself over your body, pressing against the back of your head with both legs, forcing your lips to the base of her shaft, and you can feel her balls tensing against your face as they shoot their load into your mouth. A warm stream of thick goo shoots against the back of your throat before it fills your mouth, and you try your best to swallow it all. The creamy strawberry syrup joins the other fluids running down your chin and smears between your face and her sack. She grunts with each pulse, finally empty.
“Ah, that was AMAZING!” she yells happily, popping her flaccid member from your mouth, “but we’re not done yet! You still have to eat!”
She turns around and tugs her tail away to reveal the puckered pink hole between her flank and slowly brings it closer to your mouth.
“Look! It wants to kiss you too!” she giggles as she presses out and pulls in her sphincter rapidly, laying her head against the ground and leaving her bottom in the air. “Use your tongue, silly!” Her hooves reach back and pull her cheeks apart, expanding her opening anus even further. Her tail comes down on the back of your head before she leans back completely. You keep your mouth
closed, but her hooves let go, and squeeze your own cheeks into a pucker. She bends her knees and begins to grind herself up and down your face.
“Open up! You haven’t…had any…cake yet,” she says between grunts. Something soft begins to emerge from the pink donut rubbing around your lips, smearing on your face. Her moving ass spreads your lips a little, working it into your mouth, and before you know it you’ve tasted her feces…
Her…her strawberry shortcake. You open your mouth and hungrily try to match your mouth to her anus, sucking in the moist cake filled with strawberry syrup and whipped cream. She stops moving her hips and leans back even more, pressing herself onto your face. You can feel her body tensing to push more of it out and into your mouth. Long lengths of the shortcake roll fill your mouth between her sphincter’s pinches, and soon only little bits escape her ass. Your tongue greedily pokes and prod at her relaxed exit, forcing its way in and licking her soft insides.
You suddenly realize she’s out, and has been simply letting you lick her asshole, and stands when you stop.
“That was fun!” She bounces around the room, her slick member dangling between her legs. “You’re doing much better than last time! We should do this again, sometime soon!” You feel her pressing your own buttcheeks together behind you. “And maybe I’ll have fun with *your* bottom next time!”
