Author's Note

Hey guys. Apologies for the delay in getting this chapter out. I meant to finish it sooner, but life kinda reared its ugly head and I just couldn't find the time to write. Unfortunately, the next chapter to this story will most likely take longer to come out. In between working on this story, working on my other story, plotting ideas for two more stories, upcoming college finals, my new job and just life in general, it will be a while for the next chapter to come out.

In the meantime, I took the liberty of throwing in a clop scene. Hopefully, it'll make the wait for the next chapter easier.

Enjoy and don't forget to review!

The Party and the Afterparty

It was a crisp, clear morning in Ponyville. I was making my way with Applebloom out of Sweet Apple Acres as I'd been chosen to walk her to Ponyville where we would do some grocery shopping. It was nice at first. The weather was perfect, not cold but not hot either and a clean, lovely breeze swept through the land. Various songbirds had already begun their morning duets and the rising sun over the horizon had bathed the clouds and the sky in a stunning array of bright, vibrant colors. Equestria was known for its spectacular sunrises, sunsets and nights, which had influenced more than their share of artworks and poems by human visitors.

For a while, Bloomy and I walked in silence, enjoying the simple pleasures of the world around us. It was nice, peaceful, tranquil. So of course, Applebloom had to go and break the mood.

"Hey mister, there's something I've been wondering."

I let out a small sigh and opened my eyes, having just been broken out of my reverie. "Hmm," I grunted, looking down at her. Well, just for a brief second, at least. Why is that, you may ask? Because other than her backpack, lil' Bloomy was wearing absolutely nothing.

Yup. My first day at the farm, everybody had been wearing clothes. I would later come to learn that this was because the Apple family wanted to look their best for my imminent arrival. After that? Well... they went either way. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. This had, of course, resulted in moments of nausea and horror on my part as I saw Big Mac and Granny Smith in their birthday suits, as well as moments of awkwardness at Applebloom's widdle little form and then moments of bliss at seeing Applejack's full, glorious bod on display.

It goes without saying, but I had to be very, very careful when trying to steal glances at the surly girl. A slender, hourglass figure; firm, gravity defying, somewhat above average chest; a taut, toned butt and legs that went all the way up to Cloudsdale.

Damn.

So yeah, I was getting used to it. I could now turn away politely without wanting to retch whenever I unintentionally laid eyes on Granny Smith.

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Kinda wished I didn't have to learn that.

"Why did you come to Ponyville?" asked Applebloom.

That right there made me stop in my tracks and the filly followed suit. I looked at her in slight disbelief, not knowing whether she was oblivious or just wanting to make small talk. "I've been living in your farm for over a week now. Are you seriously telling me you don't know why I came here?"

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Really."

That was odd. I resumed our walk and motioned Applebloom to follow, which she readily did so. "Didn't anyone tell you why?"

She shook her head. "Nah. I asked Granny 'cause she's the only one who knew, but all she told me was you were here to learn a lesson or some such."

Huh. I scratched my chin and stole a surreptitious glance at a klutzy pegasus mare further down a side road, who had somehow managed to get her head stuck in a mailbox. She pulled and flapped her wings furiously until she came free, but that just resulted in the mail satchel she had around her shoulder to come loose and spread its contents in every direction.

"Something like that, yes. My parents are counting on this to be an educational experience for me."

"Oh, so they want you to learn something? Like what?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Who knows. Parents can be weird like that, you know?"

Applebloom's face scrunched in thought. "Um, maybe? I mean... I don't really remember my parents. But Granny and Big Mac have been my sort of parents and they're not weird. Though Granny can be sorta kooky sometimes," then all of a sudden, she gasped and placed her hands over her mouth. She looked left and right with wide eyes as if expecting someone nearby, then returned her gaze to me. "Uhhh... can you not tell Granny I said that, mister?" she asked, fiddling with her hair and giving me a nervous, pleading smile.

I smiled and did that zipper thing with my mouth, followed by a wink.

Applebloom giggled. "Thanks, mister. You're alright."

The rest of the walk was uneventful. I kinda wanted to slap myself for that faux pas back there. I kinda forgot Bloomy's parents had passed away when she was very young. I was just about to utter an awkward apology, but the filly had beaten me to the punch. She did not seem upset or anything, but then again, I don't suppose she would be. Girl probably didn't even remember what they looked like.

Bloomy skipped ahead of me, a smile on her face and humming a tune with not a care in the world. I trailed behind, feeling like a douche bag. We got to the market. No, not like the supermarkets back home. For hick, backwoods Ponyville, only an open air market would do.

We browsed the stalls, but Applebloom insisted on handpicking the produce, claiming she could identify which fruits and veggies were at their peak. It was an earth pony thing, according to her. I stepped aside and let her do as she pleased, mostly because I didn't care either way. I kept an eye on her and made sure she didn't get into trouble, but it was unnecessary as she was such a good little girl.

As she went about her business, I mostly took in the sights, as it were. It may have been early, but being a rural town, Ponyville was already bustling with activity. Cute mares everywhere, half of them naked, others half-naked and others fully clothed. Those were a bit of a rarity, especially so early in the morning.

I followed Applebloom as she filled up the wagon with produce that passed her inspection and eventually, we had a sizable little mound of the finest and freshest fruits and veggies around. Seriously, Equestrian produce is the bomb. I remember several years back when my parents took me to visit family on Earth that the normally scrumptious peaches and pears, my favorite fruits in the world, tasted so bland and dull in comparison. Gotta love that earth pony magic.

Still, all the finest produce in the world just can't compete with a nice juicy steak. Medium rare, thick as a baby's arm and accompanied by a loaded baked potato and maybe a lobster tail or two. Yum. Alas, this would only be a fantasy for now. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't get meat cravings all the time. As good as vegetarian food could be, it just doesn't fill you up in the same manner as a chunk of dead animal; know what I mean?

And seriously, this Apple family consumed apples on a daily basis. On every... single... meal. I am seriously getting sick of apples at this point, which is why I sidled to a nearby carrot stand while Applebloom was busy at another stand individually inspecting every single grape tied to a vine.

I picked a nice looking specimen and, after a bit of flirting and innuendo on my part, managed to get the curly haired mare manning the stall to sell it to me for one bit instead of two. Not really necessary, but it gave me something to do, at least.

We were done with the shopping and on our way back of the farm when something caught Applebloom's attention.

"Sweetie Belle! Hey, Sweetie Belle, over here!" she waved frantically to another filly perusing a stall of trinkets and knickknacks before running towards her in excitement. I sighed and dragged the wagon to catch up.

The filly known as Sweetie Belle looked over and, recognizing Applebloom, smiled and waved, meeting her halfway. I reached the two girls who were in an animated discussion of some sort and Applebloom graciously registered my presence.

"See, Sweetie Belle? This is the human I was tellin' you about," she grabbed my hand and tugged me closer to her friend. "This here's Sweetie Belle, mister. She's a good friend of mine."

I looked to the filly and, for some reason or another, I got the strangest craving for marshmallows. D'aww, she was like a little porcelain doll. Big, soft eyes; an adorable face and curly, almost... marshmallow-like hair, complete with a light blue sundress and sandals to match. Sweetie Belle looked back at me with an awed expression. I gave he an upwards nod. "Yo."

She blinked and came out of her reverie. "Hiya, there, sir human," she said in a squeaky voice. "My name's Sweetie Belle."

"Anon," I said simply, raising up my hand for a halfhearted wave. But Sweetie Belle was quicker and took my hand in her own little ones, giving it a vigorous shake.

She blinked and took a closer look. "Hey, mister Anon, are you sick?"

...

"No."

"Really? Because almost all your fur has fallen off! Look, you only have these little hairs and they don't cover much of anything!" she exclaimed with an alarmed expression on her face, holding my hand up for me to see.

Seriously? "Relax, kid. I'm a human. We don't have much in the way of body hair. It's a normal thing for us."

Sweetie Belle blinked in confusion. "Really?"

"Really," I deadpanned.

"Oh." She tilted her head to the side, still holding my hand in her own widdle ones. "But if you don't have fur, then you must get cold. And if you get cold, then you probably get sick all the time."

I tugged at my shirt. "That's what clothes are for."

Her eyes widened as a look of comprehension dawned on her face. "Ohhh. So humans wear clothes so they don't get cold and sick?"

I scratched my chin with my free hand. "That's part of it, yeah."

A big smile formed on Sweetie's face. "Wow! I didn't know that!" she then turned to Applebloom. "Did you know that, Applebloom?"

Applebloom crossed her arms and closed her eyes, adopting a smug little smile. "Eeyup. Anon's been livin' with us for a week now, an' he has told me all sorts of human things. Did you know that humans have a moon? And that they built these great big machines like planes that shoot fire and that they ride them to the moon and space?"

Sweetie Belle's eyes widened even more. "No way! Humans have been to space?!" she turned to me. "Is that true, Anon, sir?"

I nodded. "Pretty much."

"Whoa! Humans are cool!" she declared enthusiastically.

"Hey, hey mister. Tell Sweetie Belle about the Doctor!"

Doctor? "House?"

"No, no! The one with the magic screw thingy! Tell 'er about him!"

The heck is this girl talking about? "Uh-huh. Look, I don't know what—YEOOOWCH!" A sudden pain made itself known in the hand Sweetie Belle was holding on, so I jerked it away and brought it up for inspection and... were those teeth marks!?

I looked towards Sweetie Belle, who was fidgeting nervously, her hands clasped behind her back and looking anywhere but in my direction.

"Did you just bite me!?"

Sweetie Belle shot me a sheepish smile and, in a tone that sounded as much a statement as a question said, "I wanted to see what humans taste like."

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I... have no words.

Fortunately, I was saved any further uncertainty by another mare. "Sweetie Belle? Sweetie Belle, dear. Where did you go?"

The possibly unhinged filly took this opportunity to make a hasty escape, running towards another mare with the purest, most whitest coat I'd ever seen. Huh. If there was one word in which I had to describe her, it would be... elegant, maybe? Why? Oh, I don't know, maybe because of her meticulously curled mane and tail, both of which seemed to have taken hours to style. Could be because of her perfect, dignified poise; the expensive but tasteful looking green sundress/sandals/hat combo. I dunno, but she looked every bit the part of a refined, cultured lady, not unlike those in Manehattan or Canterlot.

"I'm right here, Rarity."

Rarity? Another of Applejack's friends? Huh, what fortunate coincidence. Seriously, what are the chances I'd get an opportunity to meet her out of all the other mares in town? Meh, whatever. Works for me.

Rarity let out a dainty sigh, looking at Sweetie Belle in exasperation. "Really now, Sweetie Belle. I told you to wait by Mr. Hooves' shop."

Sweetie Belle pouted. "Aww, but it's so boring to just stand around, and there's all kinds of neat stuff to see in here. Look, there's even a human! Here in Ponyville!" she exclaimed, taking her hand and pointing with her other one in my direction. Hmm, that's kind of rude.

Rarity gasped and batted the filly's pointing hand down. "Sweetie! How many times have I told you, it's bad manners to point at somepony else?" she looked towards me and came over, leading a sullen Sweetie Belle by the hand. "I apologize for my sister's rudeness, my good sir. Come, Sweetie. Tell mister..." she trailed off, arching a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at me.

"Anon." I shrugged.

"Yes, tell mister Anon how sorry you are."

Sweetie Belle looked from me, to her sister and back again. "I'm sorry for pointing at you, mister Anon," she sighed.

"It's fine, kid," I said flippantly.

Rarity huffed. "Still, it's no excuse for being rude." she then looked at me. "My apologies on behalf of my sister, darling. She's a good filly, if a bit... rambunctious at times."

I waved a hand dismissively. "Pshaw, it's alright, miss. Kids will be kids, but it's our job to show them right from wrong."

"Well said! I too believe that as the older ones, it is our duty to make sure and teach the little ones how to properly behave. And believe me, I've had a bit of a time in showing Sweetie Belle how to be a proper little filly," she beamed me a dazzling smile. "Oh, but look at me, I haven't yet introduced myself, have I? Where are my manners?" she extended a dainty, manicured hand. "My name is Rarity. It's a pleasure to meet you, my good sir."

I lightly took her(very soft and smooth) hand and made a show of giving it a quick, chaste kiss. "The pleasure is all mine, Rarity. My name is Anonymous." I released her and crossed my arms looking her square in the eye. "Though I can't help but wonder, what brings a refined lady like yourself to this sleepy little town?"

Rarity took the compliment in stride, bringing a hand to her mouth and tittering daintily. "Oh, you flatter me, Anonymous. But Ponyville is my home. Born and raised right here."

I blinked. "Oh. Really? My mistake. It's just that I'm from Manehattan and you, you just look the part of a high class Manehattan native."

"Oh, my. Do you really think so?" asked Rarity with a smile, looking over her dress and brushing a nonexistent speck of dirt.

"I know so," I replied with a wink.

She giggled. "Ooh, you are just a gentlecolt." She stepped closer. "Well, now, if you have no other pressing matters at the moment, would you care to escort a lady about?" she accentuated this by tilting her head down and batting her eyelashes.

Wow. How could I say no to this gorgeous girl? I played the part and did a small bow. "It would be my pleasure."

I offered my hand and didn't have to wait long before Rarity took it. I pulled her lightly and she readily came, wrapping a velvety soft arm against my own. I chanced one last look at Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, who were staring at us in childish disgust. "Hey Bloomy. You can take care of that, can't you?" I pointed to the produce laden cart. It would be too much for a normal little girl to haul it, but Applebloom was an earth pony and her almost supernatural strength(for a tyke her size, at least) would be more than sufficient.

Rarity blinked and I would bet she forgot her own sister was there for a moment. "Uh, yes, Sweetie Belle. Run along and play with your little friend, won't you, dear?"

Both fillies rolled their eyes and made a show of being nauseated. Applebloom stuck her tongue out at me and I returned the gesture in kind. "Fahne, whatever. C'mon, Sweetie Belle. Let's leave the grown ups to their... grown up stuff." She picked up the cart's handle and tugged it along. Sweetie Belle did a 'hmph!' sound and trailed after, her little head and nose held up high in a snooty manner. Two guesses where she learned that.

Rarity huffed. "My word! They don't have to be so rude about it!"

I shrugged. "That's foals for ya. But enough about them. I want to hear all... about... you."

Rarity beamed and did so. Back in Manehattan, I attended a private school where classy girls like Rarity were a dime a dozen. Being a human dude, they took notice of me and I soon learned how they like to be treated. Namely, they like to talk about themselves and Rarity did not fail in that aspect. However, as we strolled through the marketplace and the refined mare made a purchase or two, it became increasingly obvious that Rarity was an alright gal. Sure, she was a bit vain and obsessed with her looks, but she was by no means shallow nor a queen bitch. A bit of a... rarity(pun shamelessly intended) for a girl of her caliber.

She was a genuinely good girl and praised her friends, although she did not shy away from revealing some of their less than savory moments. Eventually, she got hungry and invited me to a local eatery that didn't look too hick nor backwoods. We settled into a cozy little booth and Rarity insisted on paying for me because, gender roles, and everything. She got a steaming bowl of porridge laced with various flower petals while I got a stack of fluffy pancakes. Yum. She directed the conversation to me and what I had been doing before coming to Ponyville and all that boring stuff. I... mostly told her the truth, editing a few parts here and there and by the time we were done, it was time to part ways.

It went very well, in my opinion. Rarity did a bit of impromptu flirting, but I didn't pay it much mind. Being that Equestria has such a skewed gender ratio, mares spend a lot of time trying to pick up guys. Normally, this starts in their early teens, when their hormones start acting up and by the time they near adulthood, it gets to the point where they subconsciously flirt with almost every male they meet, even if without the intention of establishing a relationship.

Granted, it can be a bit tricky to tell when they want to and when they don't, but I'm pretty sure that Rarity sees me only as a pleasant acquaintance at this point. Friend would be a bit of a stretch as she has only known me for a couple hours, but it's a good starting point in my book. A few more sessions and I think I can get her on my side. Heh, heh, heh. My plan is coming to fruition. I'm pretty sure Rainbow's on my side and, after a few more sessions with Rarity, I'm sure I can get her to my side as well. That just leaves Twilight, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie.

Speaking of, today is the day I am to go and make good on our bake date. A little mixing here, a little stirring there, a little dash of that good old human charm and she'll be good as mine. You hear that, Applejack, you hateful, miserable, slave driver, you? Just give about a week or two and you will have to start being nice to me!

Anyway, I bid Rarity my goodbye and for the remainder of the day, I merely loitered around town. I tried heading for the library and pay that cute, nerdy Twilight a visit, but to my regret, the place was empty and I had no way of knowing when she would be back. Also, it struck me as a little odd that the front door was unlocked. But then again, ponies were trustful creatures and that, plus the fact that Ponyville had that small-town vibe where everybody knows everybody attested to the fact.

Having nothing better to do, I hit the local movie theater(thank God for that) and blew my bits on a fun but relatively tame film of the Power Ponies and Con Mane, but with much, much less killing. The sex was there, though.

Eventually, it neared five in the afternoon, the time for Pinkie's bake date and I followed suit, entering Sugarcube Corner and spotting the pink mare right behind the counter. Her eyes lit up and a large grin stretched across her face. She waved vigorously and yelled, "Hi, Nonny!" before bouncing, yes, that's right, bouncing to where I was. Oh, and she was also naked so... yeah. Bouncing.

She made a hasty introduction to the shop's owners, Carrot Cake and Cup Cake before tugging me into the kitchen. It was pretty spacious, and a bit messy as well. Not the nasty kind, but rather, the messy kind that tells it has recently been used. Anyway, Pinkie donned a big, poofy chef's hat and an apron and nothing else. Hawt.

Hyper and nonsensical though she may be, Pinkie knew her way around the kitchen, giving me a hands on instruction on the proper way to fold light and fluffy cream onto a dense batter. We made a big-ass cake with tri-colored fondant as well as cookies, muffins and cupcakes, a number of which Pinkie wolfed down even while they were still hot. I don't fully get this girl and something tells me I never really will.

It was surprisingly fun and the baked goods were delicious. I just might have to try doing this at home. Anyway, Pinkie loaded our confectioneries onto large serving platters and single handedly took them out the door and into the front of the shop. Why? I don't know. To be displayed, probably. I offered to help her, but she shot me down and insisted I wait, as she had a little... surprise... waiting for me.

Anyway, Pinkie had just taken the last platter and yelled at me to come into the front. I did so and where there had previously been an eatery, the place had been converted to a big party room, complete with streamers, balloons, confetti and banners. A mass gathering of ponies filled the room and yelled an eardrum-bursting "SURPRISE!" that literally made me jump about a foot in the air.

"Whaddaya think, Nonny!? You like it? Huh? Huh? It's your very own Welcome to Ponyville party!"

I immediately put on a large smile. "Like it? I love it, Pinkie!"

She cheered in delight and took me by the hand, leading me around the room and introducing me to the complete strangers that attended this so-called party. I tried to be as pleasant as I could, but while my exterior was jovial and accommodating, my inner self was another story.

Goddamn it, Pinkie!

A party!? For me!? Hells naw! I'm not a party type of person! Huh, what's that? Why is that, you may ask. Well, it should be obvious. The annoyingly loud music, the throngs of people(or in this case, ponies) and then there's the *shudders* socializing.

Now, I don't know what kind of ideas you all got, but I am not a people person. I mean, yeah, I do know how to be social and stuff, but that doesn't mean I like it.

...

Well, not most of the time, at least. Applebloom's kinda fun, once you get to know her and Pinkie does have a sort of happy/crazy charm about her. But them I know. All these other ponies are complete strangers to me.

Ugh. Options, options. What are my options? Well, I could just blow the party off, but that would no doubt upset Pinkie and all her friends were here to see this, which would render my perfect, diabolical plan moot. Nope, I didn't see any way in which I could leave and not put a hamper in the wheels in motion.

So that just leaves me with the option of, ugh, pretending to enjoy myself and mingle with complete strangers. At least when I approached Appebloom, Rarity, Pinkie and Rainbow I had a choice in it, which made it way better, but now? Hoo, boy. I need to think of something, anything, to make this evening bearable.

No sooner did I finish this line of thought that Pinkie somehow materialized before me, now holding a plastic cup filled with vibrant green liquid.

"Here you go, Nonny!" chirped Pinkie. "It's my ultra secret special punch. Just take a few sips and you'll feel all happy and bouncy and dancy all night long!"

I wanted to refuse, but that damnably cute, innocent smile came full force, now followed by her big, baby blue eyes looking at me hopefully. Gah! I just knew if I said no I'd make her cry and feel like a bastard at the same time. So I forced a smile and took the proffered drink, eyeing it warily. "Thanks, Pinkie." I sniffed at it. Sweet and fruity. Not much else. "What's in it?"

Pinkie giggled. "I can't tell you that, silly." She scooted closer and whispered in my ear. "It's a seeeecret."

And with that, she zipped off to who knows where, leaving me standing there like an idiot. "Yeah, thanks a lot, Pinkie," I said to thin air and looked dubiously at the mystery drink. "Well, bottoms up," I said to no one in particular and took a swig. Mmm. Sweet, but not overly so. Fruity. I think I detect citrus and maybe something herbal. Not bad, not bad at all.

I finished it and, by the life of me, I just had to have another, which I did. Then another.

...

And another.

It took my feeling warm and fuzzy and my legs shaking to realize that Pinkie had spiked the punch! But, but how! I can't even taste the alcohol! I mean, yeah, I'm not like an expert on the matter, or anything, but I didn't know it was possible to make untasteable(yeah, I know that's not a real word. Bite me) alcohol. Should have probably realized it sooner, but I've never been drunk in my life.

...

What? Just cause I have a lot of money and am a rebellious teenager I'm supposed to drink. Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I've never ever taken a liking to the sauce, despite the fact that all the cool kids do it. Why? Because it tastes yucky, that's why.

Incidentally, did you know that there are no underage drinking laws in Equestria? Yup. Adult ponies are responsible for teaching their young to not fool around with the stuff. And guess what; it works. Hard to believe, yeah, but the fact that there have never ever been alcohol related deaths, or crimes gives you some idea of how good and mellow ponies are in general. Granted, there's the occasional misdemeanor or the accidental sprain or fall by youngsters, but other than that, parents can be trusted to teach their kids to behave.

Anyway, I suppose I should have been mad at Pinkie for tricking me into getting drunk, but that idea seemed to become less and less important by the second, and instead opted to take just one more drink. Seriously, just one more.

...

Or two.

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Or three.

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Or seven.

...

Or... aw, screw it. Who knows? What I do know is that at some point in the night, I partook in the festivities and proceeded to shake dat bootay in the dance floor. Also, I think I pinned the tail on an actual pony and Rainbow tried to get me to come to a little rendezvous at the back of the shop.

Maybe. I dunno. All I know is that, amid the fragments and fleeting remnants in my head, everything went black at some point.

It is common knowledge that, after a night of hard drinking, waking up with a soul crushing hangover is the norm. That... was not the case with me. Freakin' Equestria. Gotta love a place/universe that comes up with the idea of no-hangover alcohol.

Anyway, as I started coming to, I knew something was wrong. The place I lied on was soft and fluffy, like an actual bed and not that rough, scratchy jizz stain of a bed I'd been saddled with at Sweet Apple Acres. Then, there was the smell. It was sweet and yeasty. The good kind of yeasty that tells of freshly baked bread. And then... then there was something touching me or rather, I was touching something, holding it in my arms. Something warm and... soft.

I slowly, slowly, opened one eye. Yup. This is not the barn. The first thing I noticed was the pink. There, laying just beside me, and with my arms around her was none other than Pinkie Pie. Her front was turned away from me, but sometime during... whatever happened last night, I ended up spooning her and both our bodies were taut against each other.

With deliberate movements, I slowly withdrew my right arm over Pinkie's soft belly, taking care not to disturb her, and used it too peek under the blanket covering us both. Yep, we're both naked. And my... down there is pressed tight against her pudgy, delicious-looking rump.

Oooh, boy. It's getting hot in here. Now, I don't exactly know as to the events that led me and Pinkie to be in bed with one another, but I do know I should probably scram while I got the chance. After all, the last thing I need is for the pony beside me to freak out and make things weird. Did she instigate things last night, or was this my doing?

Heh. Could be either way and... aw, shit! Today was the day I was supposed to help Applejack and Granny Smith with the bake sale! The she-devil clearly told me she'd wake my ass up and early to get cooking and if she finds out I've spent the night in bed with one of her best friends then... I don't even wanna know.

I... I needed to get out. I had to! The sun is already up and there's no doubt Applejack has clearly noticed my absence at this point. Maybe, just maybe, if I go and prostrate myself before her, she'll be lenient in her retribution... hopefully.

Okay, man. Okay. Get out. I had to extricate myself from Pinkie's warm, cuddly grasp. My left arm was pinned underneath her body and she was hanging onto it like a lifeline. She was still asleep, and I prayed to God she would stay that way.

Using my free hand, I slowly removed the blanket from my side, taking care to leave Pinkie good and covered. Then, I pulled my hips back and... uhh.

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Oh, boy.

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He is... standing... down there. And nestled right in between Pinkie's pillowy bottom. Carefully, ever so carefully, I lightly move my hips backwards and ohhh, baby, that feels good. My member is at full mast and being lovingly squeezed by the pink pony's supple butt cheeks. That, plus the soft texture of her fur, her cotton candy smell and the warm touch of her nubile body is quickly eroding any shred of resistance and common sense that I had left.

I wanted nothing more than to give in to my primal urges and ravish the living hell out of the cute mare.

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Gah! No! I must resist the pink temptress! She's not even awake and already she's burrowed into my head. Must... snap... out of it. Gotta get out of here and wowee! Pinkie just shifted in her sleep, causing her sumptuous rump to massage my member. Her bottom wiggled closer, and the soft plumpness of her fur gave way to the warm, moist sensation of her marehood. Man, oh man. But, as good as it felt, I knew what was happening at this point was borderline rape, and that's not nice.

Don't get me wrong, I am not at all opposed to the idea of doing the hanky panky with Pinkie. She's nice, fun, peppy and always with a smile on her face and though she can be a bit manic and crazy at times, her antics don't fail to amuse. Still, if I am indeed to do the deed with her, I'd prefer it to be when she's up and raring to do it.

Which is why I summoned up what little restraint and good judgement I had left. I fought to ignore the tantalizing pleasures being inflicted upon me and marginally inched my hips backwards. The head of my shaft trailed along her slit, eliciting an involuntary shudder from me, and a heavy breath from Pinkie, who at this point, was starting to awake.

Shit! She's coming to and there I am, lodged right near her entrance. She took a deep breath and brought up her hand to rub the sleep out her eyes. Her body shifted yet again, causing the head of my dick to poke at her honey pot once more.

Pinkie let out a purr of contentment and gave a tiny, sleepy giggle."Mmmm. That feels nice," she murmured.

She then scooted her body closer so that she was tightly pressed against me and the head of my shaft parted her lips and sunk in just a tiny little amount.

I sucked in a breath at the awesome, warm sensation of her marehood while Pinkie moaned softly in pleasure. She rose her legs and tucked in her knees so that she was just shy of the fetal position and snuggled her rump tighter against me, lazily wiggling her hips, further stimulating our erogenous zones. Pinkie let let out a stream of quiet squeaky moans, while I grit my teeth and tried to suppress my own.

Good though Pinkie may have been feeling, it obviously wasn't enough for her. Her right hand glided back towards me, giving me a brief squeeze in the buttocks and trailed higher. She took my hand in her own smaller one and deftly guided it across her soft body to rest atop one of her large, pendulous breasts, keeping her hand atop my own.

"Squeeze it," she said quietly, her voice still laced by the sleep-induced drowsiness.

I shouldn't have. I really shouldn't have. But I did and pressed a handful of Pinkie's supple breast. Malleable to the touch, but with just the faintest amount of firmness.

This time, Pinkie cooed softly and arched her back, further pressing her chest forward against my touch. "Harder," she breathed huskily.

It was hard to think. My head was swimming in a hazy soup of lust and hormones; it made the prospect of coherent thought to be an upstream battle, but somewhere along the way, one last, fleeting fragment of reason managed to slip through. "P-Pinkie... unf. St-stop! We s-shouldn't... this... uhf... do," I forced through labored pants.

Pinkie said nothing and continued her subtle ministrations, stroking the back of my hand. "Stop?" she giggled. "Why do you want to stop, Nonny? Aren't you having fun?" she asked with a hint of that Pinkie mischievousness in her voice.

"I-it's Applejack. I'm sup- posed to help..."

The pink vixen thrust her hips against me, and the tip of my cock was now lodged in her tight, warm tunnel. That shut me up.

She expelled a shuddering breath. "AJ's not here, Nonny. I told her not to... mmhmmm... expect you today."

Uhh. "What? What do you mean?"

Abruptly, Pinkie shifted and turned to face me, and my cock was now freed of its warm, cozy confines. She smiled at me with half-lidded eyes, partly hidden by the tangled curls of her mane, and one of her fingers trailed patterns softly through my chest and abdomen. "What I mean, Nonny," she leaned forward to plant a tender, lingering kiss along my jaw. "Is I pretty please asked Applejack to give you the day off."

"And she said yes?" I asked incredulously.

Pinkie giggled. "Yep." This time she kissed me on the lips and her hand trailed down. She teased the head of my member, softly running her fingertips through it and I just couldn't suppress an involuntary groan.

Pinkie withdrew and smiled knowingly, looking downwards. "Looks like somepony is in the mood for some loving," she said playfully, tapping at the tip with her finger.

I gulped. "W-why?"

"Why what?" she asked coyly.

"Why did y-you ask Applejack..."

"Because, silly, you promised to help me bake," she said it in a way a parent tells his child why two plus two equals fish. I-I mean,four.

"Uh, I thought we did that already."

Her smile took on an impish quality. She gently pushed me so that I laid on my back and she positioned her body over mine. Her cunny stood atop the length of my dick, and she rubbed it over, coating my shaft in her juices and eliciting a renewed stream of hot, heavy pants from us both.

"Mmm... haa. Really, Nonny?" she rubbed harder. "You don't... uh- unngh... want to put y-your big," she kissed me. "hard," and again. "loaf in my hot... hot... oven?"

That did it. Something inside me just snapped and all restraint and logic that wasn't bogged down suddenly went bye-bye. Did Pinkie actually ask the she-devil to give the rest of the day off? And did Applejack herself actually agreed to that? I don't know, and I didn't particularly care at the moment. All I knew was that I was horny and right atop me was another equally horny mare, if not more so; eager and willing for me to bring her release.

I grabbed Pinkie by the shoulders and she yelped as I removed her from me and now our positions were reversed. Me atop her, and her smiling playfully, now realizing my intention. She spread her arms over her head, lying spread eagled and her tender body exposed for me to do as I saw fit.

The message was clear. 'This Is Your Playground.' And play I did.

The want in Pinkie was palpable. Her glazed, half-lidded eyes and easy smile beckoned me to come closer and inflict harsh, rapid pleasures upon her. But however gone I was, the position I found myself in was all too familiar. Whatever I had to give, Pinkie wanted it hard and fast. However, I did not forget the events of last night. There was payback to be had and what better way than to gradually work my way down her nubile form, granting her wish only and only when and if I chose to?

I crawled so that our faces were parallel and cupped her cheeks, bending down to give her a soft, fleeting kiss. My hands traveled south and cupped her sizable bosom, gently massaging while I worked my way down her chin, to her jaw, neck and ears, planting kisses and lightly nipping at certain spots in which I knew earth ponies were particularly sensitive.

Pinkie sighed in contentment and closed her eyes, arching her back and pressing her boobs against me. She leaned her head back to allow me better access and her arms snaked behind me, running through my back, feeling where she could. Her legs tangled around my left knee and she pulled so that it came in contact with the puffy lips of her marehood.

A new set of moans escaped the pink mare as she ground and gyrated her hips, further pleasuring herself as I worked on her top. Her eyes shut tight and face was twisted in the ever universal mask of sweet, sweet agony as she rubbed faster and harder, bucking her pelvis forward and pulling me against her in an effort to increase her pleasure.

I pulled my knee free and withdrew from her, robbing the lusty girl of my warmth. So lost in the haze of sex she was that she did not immediately notice my absence and her hips continued their movements, trying to rub against something that was no longer there. Gradually, her eyes half opened, her breathing was labored and heavy, and the rising motions of her chest made her sumptuously large tits move in a tantalizing, almost hypnotic manner.

She half lifted an arm in my direction, as if willing to draw me back and whimpered. "C'mon, Nonny. Let's... let's do this right."

I merely crossed my arms and stared at her questioningly, arching an eyebrow.

Pinkie whimpered again. "Pretty please?" she asked hopefully.

And I still not moved.

This time, she made a frustrated sound between a groan and a whimper. "Pretty please with sugar and chocolate and caramel and sprinkles and cherries and whipped cream on top?"

I looked upwards and pretended to think it over, letting the sexually frustrated girl stew for a bit. "Okay," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

A smile lit up Pinkie's face, but I was not yet done. "But," I said, holding up a finger. "Before anything else, you have to promise me something."

"Anything," she replied immediately and without hesitation.

I smirked and reached out, taking her nipple; I lightly pulled, twisted and rolled it through my fingers, and Pinkie closed her eyes shut as a sharp hiss escaped from between her teeth. She thrust her chest upwards in a nonverbal attempt to instruct me to do more, but as soon as she did that, I stopped my ministrations and pushed her back down. "No, Pinkie."

She sighed in frustration and pouted, looking up at me reproachfully. I lowered so that our noses were just shy of touching. "If you want me to fuck you... here," her face scrunched and let out a loud cry of pleasure. My hand had surreptitiously trailed down towards her honey pot, and I inserted a finger, stimulating her inner folds. "Then you have to be a good filly and not move."

Another finger joined the party and went in deeper, stroking the tight, steaming hot walls of her tunnel. Pinkie's eyes rolled over and let out an even louder, lust-crazed cry than before. Her entire body spasmed and twitched, but trooper that she was, she did her best to follow my directions. "Understand?" I asked and teased her nipple anew.

Pinkie's face was scrunched in concentration, her cheeks steadily growing redder, her eyes shut and biting her lower lip in an effort to as I said. "Mm-hmm," she groaned and nodded vigorously.

I removed my fingers, now thoroughly coated in a sticky fluid. "Good," I said approvingly. "Oh, and try to keep it down, will you?"

I didn't wait for a response and instead shuffled lower so that I stood at the soft, puffy pink gates of her folds. I grabbed her legs at the thigh and eased them apart, allowing me better access to my prize. I bent down and chanced one last look at the cute mare. Her hands clutched at the bedspread, her body tense and eager for what I would do next and her chest heaving, swaying those amazing tits of hers. I could stare at her for an indefinite amount of time, but alas, there was work to be done.

Lowering to my elbows, I wrapped my arms around Pinkie's legs and pulled her closer. The musky sweet smell of her sex invaded my senses and nearly drove me to throw all restraint and patience aside and fuck her like a whore.

Nearly, at least.

Her marehood was so hot, I could feel it radiating heat to my face. Drawing closer, I blew a small gust of cold air at the pink folds and she shuddered, groaning softly. I stuck my tongue out and gently ran it up and down her slit, barely touching and just enough to whet her appetite further. A new string of sex sounds followed and Pinkie's hips twitched, desperately wanting more than my paltry givings. Heh. The nerve of that girl.

I went one step further and prodded at the center of her pussy, just barely poking in my tongue. I trailed it up and down her soft, swollen lips and was rewarded by yet more moans and whines of ecstasy from Pinkie. After a bit of searching, going up and up, and a little bit deeper, her clitoris was revealed to me, and I lightly flicked, poked, and caressed her swollen nub.

Try as she might, Pinkie could not help herself. She writhed in her lying position, and her hips thrust involuntarily; her sweet cries were music in my ears and knowing that I could inflict such want and pleasure on the cute mare gave a hefty boost to my ego.

The foreplay was nearly done, but before that I would assault Pinkie's senses just once more. I backed from he pussy, and Pinkie responded to my tongue's absence with a pout and a disapproving look. That quickly changed as I thrust my index and middle fingers deep as they could go; Thrusting back and forth, using my thumb to stimulate her clit, and getting them good and covered in her natural lubricants.

When that was done, I dove right back in and didn't hold back. My mouth worked at her pussy while my hand groped her breast, squeezing, pinching and pulling her erect nipple, applying the right amount of force that it would be slightly painful, but not so much that it would overwhelm the pleasure. My tongue darted in and out of her honey pot, shoving it as far as I could manage and her walls would tighten in a futile attempt to keep it from leaving.

The best thing, however, I kept for last. Using the hand coated in her juices, I trailed it lower and lower until it came in contact with her puckered hole. I gently poked and prodded the area around, getting a feel for things. Hmm. Tight. Very tight. Slowly and gently, my index finger poked at her entrance, felling quite a bit of resistance along the way.

By this point, Pinkie knew something was up. She struggled through the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body and lifted her head, or tried to, at least. "Ungh... Ahh! N-Non-nny? W-what... what are y-you... Aa- aagh!"

She threw back her head and let out her loudest cry yet. My index sunk in an inch through her hole, and I wiggled it lightly, massaging her hole, both to entice her and loosen the entrance. Marginally, I pushed in, taking care not to be too forceful nor go too fast. Pinkie's groans and stifled squeaks followed and after some time, my finger was burrowed to the hilt. Slowly and gently, I pumped it in and out.

That, plus the ministrations to her breast and pussy drove Pinkie over the edge. With a half-growl, half-scream, her legs wrapped around my head and pushed, or rather, shoved my face against her honey pot. With one hand, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and with the other, she pawed at her remaining breast, trying to emulate the way I teased her nipple. Her back arched and her hips bucked against me. So far she was gone in the throes of passion that she sought to bring herself to orgasm by shoving herself against my face.

It worked. Pinkie's body writhed and contracted like a coiled snake. The sweet juices of her pussy flowed and I extricated myself from her vice-like grip as the cute mare rode the waves of the massive orgasm she just experienced. It must have been quite the experience too. Even as she came down from the high, Pinkie herself was a wreck. Her eyes were open but a sliver and a blank, dazed expression dominated her normally peppy face. One hand was still lying atop her breast and the other wrapped around her belly. Her breaths came laborious and deep; and one of her legs was spread at an angle, allowing an unobstructed view of her pussy, while the other was half raised at the knee.

Sheesh. Already? I bet Rainbow could last longer than this. Whatever. I didn't wait for Pinkie to recover. She had her fun, but now it was my turn. It's only fair, right?

Moving forward, I took her legs and positioned them over my shoulders. She did not seem to register this. What she did seem to register was when I lined my throbbing cock against her pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit. A small whimper escaped her and, with some effort, propped on her elbows to look at what I was doing, though her eyes were still largely unfocused.

Before she could say anything, I leaned over and kissed her. She returned it clumsily and I broke it off. "Just lean back and enjoy the ride, Pinkie," I said, gently pressing her to lay down.

A small, goofy smile graced her lips and she giggled. "Okie-dokie-lokie," she said in a singsong way.

She smiled impishly and laid back down, giving me her best bedroom eyes. Shifting experimentally, I lined the tip of my cock to her entrance and pushed, just a little. Her wonderfully tight pussy held on; hot and moist, tight and slippery. It was a veritable wonderland for any dick to explore. The heat of her sex was the most apparent aspect and I couldn't help but hiss at the awesome sensation of her cunny hanging on as tight as it could to whatever I gave.

I retracted so that my head was just about to leave its confines and in one full, steady movement, I pushed all the way and her pussy clenched, eagerly swallowing me up. Pinkie emitted a long, drawn out moan as my shaft impaled her. Her eyes were shut and her cute face scrunched up as if in concentration, while her hands clasped my arms on either side of her tummy.

God, she just looked so... tasty. So I promptly bent down and scooped a handful of her titty, wrapping my mouth around her light pink nipple; I sucked, bit and ran my tongue through that little nub for all I was worth and all the while my hips retracted and forcefully thrust to once again fill her welcoming mat.

Pinkie couldn't help herself and cried out. The force and movement of the thrust caused her legs to come down from my shoulders, but she quickly wrapped them around my waist while her hands shot out and grasped my face, bringing me in for a heated kiss. She all but shoved her tongue in my mouth and I vainly struggled to overcome the longer appendage.

That was the end of the line for me. No more teasing, no more play. While I kissed Pinkie, my hands worked at her breasts, pinching her cute little nubs and through the onslaught of our mouth battle a muffled squeal of delight rang through. Moving at a faster pace my hips pulled and entered her hot tunnel. I began fucking her in earnest.

We built a rhythm of sorts. I thrust against her and she against me. Her legs were tightly wrapped around me, as were her arms, though her nails were kinda digging into my back. It actually felt good. There was no talk and the only sounds that filled the room were crude, slapping noises as I pounded into her, our own heavy breathing and an occasional cute little squeak from Pinkie whenever I rammed into her too hard.

Time passed. I'm not sure how much, but we were both nearing our climax and where my fucking Pinkie had been measured and somewhat methodical, it was now rapid and without relent. Pinkie herself had tired of bucking her pelvis against my own, and she now laid there, just taking it. Her arms and legs were still wrapped around me, but her head lolled listlessly from my movements, eyes half-lidded and glazed over from lust and pleasure. Only her pants and moans were the sole indicator that she was still coherent.

I was close and she wasn't, but I knew a nifty little trick. I pulled from her embrace, much to a protesting whine from her and fucked her harder. My hand went lower and, after some fiddling around found her clitoris, which I then attacked relentlessly. It didn't take long. Pinkie's second orgasm must have been a doozy, because her whole entire body spasmed and in a flash, she half lifted from her lying position in the bed. She grabbed on to my arms and, with her cute face contorted, released a growling scream through gritted teeth. I too had reached my limit and let myself go, filling her womb while her pussy contracted and tightened around me, milking my shaft for all it was worth.

And that was the end of that. I plopped down unceremoniously and just barely missed landing atop Pinkie. For a while, we simply laid there, still and basking in the afterglow of the amazing fuck and tried to catch our breaths. After regaining some of my strength, I moved closer and put an arm around her. She snuggled and nuzzled the crook of my neck, molding her soft body to mine. A small, lazy smile stretched across her lips and laid her head on my chest. We spent a good while in that position, nary a word passing between us and enjoying each other's warmth.

It was nice.

Second Author's Notes:

And there... we... go. My first clop scene ever. So, what did you guys think? Yay or nay? Was it rushed? Did it drag? Too bogged down in details? Not detailed enough? Was Pinkie in character? Out of character?

C'mon, guys. Give me something here! Help me write better clop for you to enjoy.