Author's Note: This chapter is totally and completely off the wall, and doesn't really fit into this story much (intentionally so given it's a Pinkie Pie chapter). If you only want to read about Big Mac breeding the mares, read the bonus chapter instead of this one.

Pairing(s): Pinkie Pie x Cheese Sandwich

Contains: female masturbation (dildo/hooves), followed later by a minor hoof-fetish, consensual fellatio, cunnilingus, breeding, and impregnation.

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Shortly after the letter regarding Lyra’s breeding was sent to Princess Celestia, a panting Big Mac traveled deeper into the moonlit town of Ponyville, seeking out more mares for Denclop to Gift. Denclop finally stopped, noticing her vessel was growing much weaker from a lack of fluid intake and over–exertion from all the breeding and fluid production. Denclop decided it was very much better to not have her vessel collapse, she stopped to drink at a nearby well and rest, letting Big Mac’s aching muscles relax for a while and allowing him to catch his breath.

Soon afterwards, Denclop caught the scent of another mare in heat when the wind shifted – not unexpected, as the scent very common given the time of year. Most stallions in Ponyville were in a relationship, but the very few single ones always knew to avoid going out of their houses much during Spring to avoid roaming mares–in–heat, lest they risk losing themselves to their instincts and end up unintentionally getting a mare pregnant. While this is how a good number of the couples in Ponyville met, it still could lead to problems if the mare or stallion weren't interested in being together – so those stallions wanting to remain single stayed locked safely away until most mares were out of their cycle.

At detecting another chance to fulfill her Duty, Denclop forced Big Mac to get his still–tired body up and made him travel to a nearby building, the scent getting stronger the closer he got to the mare in need.

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As she soon after homed in on the epicenter of the heated scent, the building looked like it was made entirely of sweets, with the distinct scent of apple pie floating from the general area with more subtle hints of other baked goods mixing in and making the entire street smell of fresh–baked goodies. Denclop approached the building then turned the corner, following the scent of the mare in heat until his journey ended at a hot–pink mare with a poofy candy–cotton tail bent over and placing something on a table. Denclop's interest was further enhanced when she saw the mare's tail was carried flagged, something commonly done among mares in heat, putting her puffy pink slit on display.

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When Denclop approached the pink mare, the mare suddenly turned around. Denclop stopped in her tracks, panicking as she was exposed – the mare was now looking on her true self. Denclop had earlier disabled her cloaking, figuring it was draining her magical energy reserves for no apparent reason since the streets were seemingly abandoned. Then Pinkie opened her mouth, Denclop fearing she would call out for help and have her captured. Instead, she started talking...

...and talking...and talking...

“Hi Big Mac ! Nice mask! Did Mr. Voicey send you here for my ‘Pinkie Pie’s Pie Porking Party? It’s only you and me and Mr. Voicey, but hey, it’s still a party! Oh, and Gummy of course! Anyhoo, the pies are still hot cuz I just took them outta the oven, but they’ll cool off soon! That's why I brought them out here to cool after all, to eat them, then the party can start! I know how much you love apples, being around them all the time and eating them and bucking them out of the trees and, uh–doy!, delivering them to everypony in Ponyville! I didn’t really intend for this to be a costume party or to be for anypony other then Gummy and I, but that’s ok cuz I didn’t send out any invitations, so how would you know?! Well there's Mr. Voicey the narrator, but he's always following me and writing down my antics. Oh yeah! I sent an invitation to Gummy! Gummy always gets an invitation to any shindig, party, hootenanny, hoe–down, or any other kinda event I do! I wouldn't want him to feel lonely or left out or anything just because he’s a baby alligator without teeth! Oh that reminds me of this one time Gummy–“

Denclop plopped down on Big Mac’s haunches and tried to shut out the sound of Pinkie’s voice the best she could with Big Mac’s hooves, seeming to forget she could just shut the pony up with her paralyzation spell. Pinkie appeared in front of Denclop now, hopping and still jabbering on in her excitement to see another pony who could join her in her impromptu party. When she noticed Big Mac on his side now and scrunched up in the fetal position – she asked; “Aw, what’s the matter, you tired? You should take a nap, but...OOH! The pie’s probably cool! you want a slice of pie!? Come on inside for a piece of pie, or you could have a full pie!!! *gasp* I want a full pie!!!” Denclop had heard enough and with what concentration she could muster, she activated her teleportation spell and... teleported...away...?

“Uh–doy, Mr. Voicey! Don’t worry though! I promise the audience will love the changes I made!” Pinkie asked suddenly, somehow looking at me through my monitor.

Pinkie nodded, giving me a huge smile. "Come on, it’s time to PAAAR–TAY!”

~

A yellow stallion in a pancho quickly approached Sugarcube Corner, back–lit slightly by a nearby streetlamp and his face hidden by a wide–brimmed cowboy hat. He approached slowly, Pinkie seemingly unaware of his presence as he closed in on her from behind, his movements slow but meaningful. Before he could reach her however, a gust of wind blew off his hat, reveling his curly brown mane and making him tremble.

Pinkie turned around when the hat hit her hoof, looking at the stallion only a few hoofsteps away from her as he stood seemingly in a daze, trembling as his whole body lightly convulsed from his neck to his flank, a visible ripple making the two halves of his cutie mark appear to separate and rejoin. Her excitement immediately bubbled up when she recognized him, not having seen him for quite some time and extremely pleased to see him at this time of year. "HI CHEESE SANDWICH!" Pinkie nearly screamed, startling the named pony and snapping him out of his trance.

Cheese Sandwich snapped his head towards the voice and sniffed at the air, easily detecting Pinkie's heated scent, his nose only confirming what he already knew. "I knew my Cheesy Sense wouldn't let me down!" Cheese said in his deep–toned voice, leaving Pinkie quite confused for a moment before a spark showed in her eyes.

"Oh, I get it! Your Cheesy Sense led you here because I was going to have a ‘Pinkie Pie’s Pie–Porking Party", right?! Pinkie asked, surprising Cheese on how she actually knew that.

"Well, yes..." Cheese confirmed, his shifting eyes and nervous expression making it clear he wasn't sharing the whole truth.

Pinkie smile largely as she realized she now had a new party partner. "WEE, LET'S GO!" Pinkie suddenly shouted, grabbing Cheese and somehow carrying the stallion twice her size over her head and into the building.

~

After dropping Cheese Sandwich off at one of the tables, he was greeted to the floor underneath being covered in crumbs and various other pastry flakings sticking to his hooves, then looked up to see a large glass–covered display case in front of him displaying the various pastries and other sweets that must have produced the mess. He looked around the rest of the room and saw a number of other tables and stools around as well, to the far left of the room a stairway that seemed to lead upstairs to the bedrooms.

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie raced back into the room and dropped two stacks of five pies on the table, then galloped to the refrigerator and grabbed a huge can of aerosol whipped cream. She placed the can’s tip in her mouth and pressed down on it, sending a stream of the cream into her grinning mouth. After completely filling her muzzle with the sweet tasty treat, she held the can out to Cheese and mumbled something, then shaking the can to emphasize what she was trying to say. She seemed to be offering the can for him to do the same thing.

Cheese accepted with rapid nods of his head and Pinkie tossed the can to him before grabbing another out of the 'fridge, gulping down the entire mouthful already in her maw before refilling it from the new can. She then moved on with full cheeks to hose down two pies with what remained in the can, which was vary little when she was done!

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Cheese finished his half–can of whipped cream, enjoying the fluffy, creamy texture as he subtly stared at Pinkie. He was trying to be polite, but was getting impatient – he wasn't sure how to approach her about it, his long–docile shyness of childhood coming back suddenly. His member however, wasn't shy at all about the situation.

As Cheese again inhaled Pinkie’s heated scent so prevalent throughout the parlor, his glans peaked out of his sheath with the rest of his stallionhood soon following as it started to grow and harden – and while Pinkie continued to hose down the two pies with whipped cream, Cheese’s member grew to its full length.

When she finished putting a three–inch high layer of whipped cream on top, Pinkie proceeded to dig into her apple pie face first and ate it within seconds, all that survived her gnashing jaws and flailing tongue being a perfectly clean pie tin. She then proceeded to lick her whole face clean in one circular motion of her tongue, a dull shine coming off the saliva that was left there. Pinkie grabbed the other topped pie in her hoof, turning to offer to Cheese – but when she noticed his fully erect member, she set the pie back down on the table and walked over to him.

Pinkie sat down and simply looked at his member for a good minute, seemingly intrigued when it would occasionally pulse from her attention. Cheese watched her nervously all the while, not knowing how the mare was going to react to him suddenly popping a boner. “I didn't know you could grow popsicles down there!” Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, causing Cheese to flinch at her quite sudden and loud outburst. Pinkie Pie suddenly bent down and giving Cheese’s “popsicle” a test lick, a satisfied 'Mmm!' coming from her. She licked again, “Mmm, it tastes delicious!” she said, smiling wide as she got a taste of Cheese’s precum. Cheese just stood there, somewhat stunned by the mare’s sudden sexual interest in him but nowhere near unhappy.

Suddenly, Cheese had an idea to possibly make Pinkie even more interested in him. He reached over and grabbed the can of whipped cream off the nearby table and sprayed some on his “popsicle” – much to Pinkie’s delight. “Oooh! Whipped cream is my faaaaaaavorite! I mean, it great when it's on cherries and all, but on–” she yelled out, then taking the entire member into her mouth and throat, still mumbling something incomprehensible while trying to deepthroat his rod. After keeping him down her throat for only a moment, Pinkie pulled back and continued to suck on Cheese’s head with her mouth, trying to get more of that yummy–flavored cream to come out and all while still mumbling incoherently.

Pinkie noticed her “private parts” starting to heat up more and get wet again, so she reached back and just dug her hoof in. This was not the first time she had clopped today, with the last time only being minutes before while she had been waiting for the pies to get done...

"Flashback time!" Pinkie suddenly shouted, startling Cheese Sandwich.

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"Aw shoot!" Pinkie exclaimed as she stood before the ovens, having just put the last of the pies in; "These pies still have thirty minutes before they're done! What could I possibly do?!" Feeling her heat burning deep inside her, she quickly decided she could stuff her own "pie" while waiting for the apple pies to get done, knowing how fun it was to rub herself down there during this time of year. Pinkie headed upstairs once the idea gripped her, moving quickly now as her needing marehood started to drip in anticipation to what she was planning, leaving a trail of her fluids all the way to her bedroom door.

As Pinkie entered her room, she turned and locked the door before closing the shutters and curtains she'd earlier forgotten to, finally going and laying down on her bed. She rubbed her muzzle against the pillow, detecting a trace scent of the cake she'd earlier eaten and apparently left some of on her pillow. "Mmm, frosting!" Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, almost licking the pillow before stopping and–

"Oh cmon Mr. Voicey, you weren't REALLY going to make me make out with a pillow, were you?"

"Cuz you know that would make me weird, right? I mean, what normal pony makes out with a frosting–scented pillow?!

"I mean, what would my friends think? 'Oh, there goes Pinkie, the mare who makes out with her pillow!' I'd be a laughing stock – and not in a good way! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, HORN?!

"Oh, sorry. I meant WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, MR. VOICEY?!

"As long as you don't even THINK about making me do anything weird again, OK?"

Pinkie then turned over on her back, DIDN'T MAKE OUT WITH HER PILLOW, and spread her back legs. She slowly moved her hoof down her barrel, shuddering at the touch. "Ooooh, Mr. Voicey, I like this..." Pinkie said, apparently breaking the fourth wall once again and interrupting my storytelling. Pinkie finally reached her teat, teasing herself before moving her hoof a bit more and gasping as her hoof–tip found the sensitive nipple. She rubbed it for a short while, enjoying the soft pleasure she got from it, making her need build constantly and making her even more horny.

When she felt she was at her teasing limit, Pinkie finally moved down from her teat and let her hoof now touch the sopping treasure between her legs, hitting that sensitive little pleasure button at the top. "Oooooh Mr. Voicey, you know I love it there...!" Pinkie exclaimed, apparently liking what I typed. She panted as she kept rubbing that most sensitive of spots, intense pleasure surging through her as she never let up on that little nub, making her passage start to clench as she worked herself hard. When she finally couldn't resist the urge to be filled anymore, she plunged her whole hoof into her passage, crying out in pleasure.

"Oh Mr. Voicey...!"

Pinkie kept rubbing herself deep, her passage contracting greedily around her hoof, her muscles trying to pull it even deeper inside her. Pinkie obliged her body, somehow managing to shove her entire hoof and part of her cannon inside–

"Oooo, speaking of "cannon" that reminds me! I need to go get my Party Cannon!" Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, pulling her entire hoof out of her burning pussy.

"Oh don't worry about it! Your readers are gonna looove this as much as I am!"

Pinkie got up from the bed and reached under her bed, pulling out a familiar pink box from a couple chapters ago...

Pinkie laughed – "Now THAT'S one of my super–secrety secrets! I can't tell you that!"

Pinkie got back up on the bed and opened the box, revealing the same dildo I had Lyra use in previous chapters to temporarily sate her own heat... that Pinkie had gotten somehow.

<DAMMIT, How DID you get that?>

"Is it because you lack creativity?" Pinkie offered as an answer to my quandary.

Pinkie pulled out the two magic–containing cells from the box – which were provided for Earth and Pegusi ponies who wanted to buy and get the most out of that particular model of artificial stallionhood, a more subtle power source so they wouldn't need a unicorn to charge the dildo itself for them. After inserting the cells, Pinkie started rubbing the pseudo–member against her needing slit, feeling it came to life and match her body temperature as she lubed it up. "Well Mr Voicey, I can –mmm– see why Lyra liked this toy so much back then!" Pinkie said with a moan, lubing it up well before pressing it against her eager lips.

Pinkie pushed the toy inside herself with a gasp, feeling the head slip in and quickly being followed by the rest as she was penetrated by that warm and softly–throbbing rod, the sensations setting her mind on overload. Pinkie simply lay there with her eyes squeezed shut while she adjusted to the toy's girth, her foal–tunnel clenching around it as pleasure surged through her. When she had adjusted enough, she started a slow in–and out routine but quickly threw that to the wind and started pounding into herself with it, hilting herself and moaning all the while.

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As Pinkie felt the throbbing increase in intensity from the dildo as well as her own clenching around it increase a couple minutes of her rough treatment later, she had an idea. She rolled onto her belly and stuck her rump high in the air, then reached her hoof up and pulled the dildo out of her vagina, moving her hoof slightly higher before lining the well–lubed dong up with her plothole.

Pinkie moaned deeply as the slight pain of stretching her plothole mixed with her pleasure, then reaching down and overstimulating herself as her hoof quickly found her clit again, planting her muzzle into the pillow as she simultaneously pounded her ass hard with the stallionhood with the other. A few moments of the intense anal stimulation later, Pinkie started screaming into her pillow as she came hard – her rectum squeezing around the dildo as her stifles trembled and her body showed its pleasure, her slit spraying her fluids all over her bed and making them start to drool down her legs.

Pinkie's pleasure peaked out and plateaued at that intensity as she thrust into the air, rubbing hard into her slit with her hoof while she felt the dildo's head flare in her. When the tingeing magic started pumping up her butt, it ramped her pleasure over the plateau and made her scream out her ecstasy again as her pleasure surged higher still. She jammed the dildo roughly to the balls into herself, feeling as the magic spread deeper into her bowels, pleasure making her see nothing but white.

"Oh...Mr.Voicey...this feels...so...gooooood!" Pinkie somehow managed to moan out, the intense over–stimulation making her speech slurred. The dildo kept pumping its magical load inside her, making Pinkie's belly slightly expand to accommodate it, the sensation of stretching made Pinkie shoot another spray of mare–cum onto the bed, another intense orgasm exploding inside her and making her scream out her release again.

"F–feels so b–bucking gooooooooooood!" Pinkie managed to moan out instead, apparently proving me wrong.

When Pinkie finally came off her second orgasm about thirty seconds later, she quickly collapsed and passed out from overstimulating herself , leaving the still–pumping dildo up her butt as she brought her very naughty dreams to Luna's domain.

~

In present times, Cheese noticed the mare reaching her hoof to her own rear as she tried to please herself and knew this wouldn't do! Cheese nudged her hoof aside with his muzzle and licked the fluids off her hoof, eliciting a gasp from Pinkie. "Hehe! That ticklf, spfop!" Pinkie said with a giggle, her mouth still full of cock. Cheese then saw an opportunity, so as he kept licking the pink mare's hoof and making her keep giggling, he lifted one of his own hooves under her tail and started rubbing. When Pinkie both groaned and giggled her approval, Cheese saw her vulva starting to wink at him and clearly display her pleasure.

When he felt like moving on, Cheese pulled his hoof from Pinkie's marehood and lowered his muzzle to it instead, but paused for her permission. "... Pinkie?" Cheese asked simply, figuring she'd know what he meant. When he saw Pinkie rapidly nod her approval when he looked up at her, he teasingly licked once at her sopping mound, earning a moan vibrating his stallionhood. He rather enjoyed the flavor of Pinkie’s juices – a very sweet flavor punctuating it, mixing with the flavor of mare he‘d tasted only once before. Cheese then moved to a proper position without dislodging Pinkie’s mouth from his penis and got to work licking Pinkie's outer lips, causing a moan and shiver from Pinkie, who dutifully continued to work her mouth on Cheese’s member in her hunt for his cream.

Cheese then suddenly pushed both his muzzle and tongue into Pinkie's swollen pussy, eliciting a loud gasp from Pinkie and causing her to pause her efforts on his member, in shock over the feelings she was getting from the muzzle spreading her lips further and the tongue now burrowing deeper into her passage. When she’d recovered enough, Pinkie went back to work on her efforts, occasionally being rewarded with a squirt of pre–cum while Cheese kept licking for more of that sweet liquid he’d quickly become quite fond of.

~

After a short time of Pinkie's warm mouth and tongue working him over, Cheese felt an all–too–familiar pressure welling up in his pelvis, the stimulation from her very warm and wet mouth on his rod and the scent of a mare in heat setting him to the edge rather quickly. He tried to pull out of Pinkie’s mouth to not be rude and cum inside but it was like a vacuum, sucking him in and not letting him get away. As he felt himself fully flaring and thought that Pinkie likely knew what that meant, Cheese decided to just let her have her reward and finally just let it go.

Pinkie let out a muffled squeal as she felt her heated slit send out pulse after pulse of pleasure, her passage clenching around the tongue buried in her as she suddenly started her own orgasm, sending a gush of her juices spraying onto Cheese’s face. Cheese moaned as his own orgasm took him over, the vibrations of his moan sending Pinkie wild as he let loose a torrent of his seed, much to Pinkie’s delight. The eager mare moaned happily, smiling as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sticky white fluid while her passage spasmed around the tongue inside her, shudders going throughout her body as she still came hard some seconds later.

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When both had come off their respective orgasms, Pinkie licked clean Cheese’s member, not wanting to miss a single drop of his 'creamy frosting'. Cheese meanwhile cleaned the mare–juice from her slit and his face, savoring the flavor as though it were the finest beverage in the land. “Boy that was fun!” Pinkie said unsteadily, her head still swimming in her afterglow. Pinkie then looked at a wall. “Hey Mr. Voicey, I think we should do that again! Don't you?!”

"Yay!"

Since Pinkie seemed more than a little comfortable around him now, Cheese decided it was time to tell his true reason for coming. “Well Pinkie, y’see… The pie party wasn’t the only reason I came here this early in the morning.”

Pinkie was confused, but waited for him to continue.

“You see,” Cheese said, “My Cheesy Sense can not only detect when a party’s about to happen, but it can also detect where those I…care about… are, as well as what their condition is.” Cheese developed a severe blush, not sure if he could say what he planned to next.

~

Ever since he’d worked with her on Rainbow’s Birth–iversary Bash, Cheese had felt a connection with Pinkie that went beyond merely being fellow party–planners, instead feeling like he wanted to stay with her and be her special somepony – feeling a rather strong fondness for this bubbly, cheery mare who taught him how much fun partying was. He tried a couple times during the party to approach her, but his shyness from childhood had kicked in again, never letting him tell her how he truly felt about her. After the party he’d quickly packed his things and left Ponyville behind, moving on to find another party to plan, never having been able to bring himself to tell Pinkie he just might love her.

Cheese Sandwich had never forgotten Pinkie though, but had never found the nerve to come back to Ponyville – until now.

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Cheese finally found the nerve to speak again and just decided to be blunt with Pinkie. “You see Pinkie, my Cheesy Sense told me you were in heat and orgasmed twice earlier and I was kind of scared you had found another stallion then me and–” Cheese stopped as his throat closed up, tears coming to his eyes as he felt a huge emotional sting from the memory.

Pinkie was stunned by his sudden revelation of his feelings for her (and his other ability!). As she walked up to Cheese and put a hoof on his shoulder, she shushed him softly and moved his head to be cradled in her hooves, an usually hidden maternal instinct taking her over as she comforted the upset stallion. The last time she'd felt this instinct was when she'd heard that the Cake twins were born and she heard they needed to be cared for, at that time wanting nothing more then to have a foal of her own as she realized how much taking care of another meant to her. But who to have a foal with? Stallions weren't very common in Ponyville after all, not to mention there were none Pinkie was interested in. She was only really interested in one stallion – and he was right next to her.

When Cheese was finally able to calm down enough, Pinkie spoke to him – “You silly colt, I’m not with anypony else. You've always been the somepony I’ve wanted to be with, but you never really gave me the chance to show it! I mean, you left Ponyville so suddenly after Rainbow’s Birth–iversary Bash I didn’t have a chance to talk to you much, and we didn't really talk before except for planning the party! Then during the party itself you were so distant from me, going away every time I would approach you...you never gave me a chance to say how much I ...'like you, like you'.”

Cheese felt a smile cross his face as he saw his feelings for Pinkie were mutual. “You…you really mean it? You ‘like me, like me’?

Pinkie shook her head, “No Cheesy, actually I don’t just like–you like–you – I LOVE you!” Pinkie pressed her lips against his, Cheese Sandwich’s eyes going wide as Pinkie suddenly kissed him out of nowhere. When he recovered from Pinkie’s suddenness, Cheese pressed back into her kiss, bursts of pleasure traveling along his spine as their lips met and held together.

Pinkie's smile increased ten–fold after breaking the kiss a moment later, pausing a moment and her eyes moving as though she reading something. “You’re saying there’s something even more fun than what we did before?! SIGN ME UP, MR. VOICEY!” she exclaimed, pumping her hooves in front of her the air.

Cheese was unable to comprehend who this "Mr. Voicey" fellow was. Shaking his head in confusion, Cheese quickly got up as Pinkie ran up the stairs, following the wet droplet Pinkie had left on the floor as Cheese seeked out his new mate.

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A puffy pink–haired head poked out of the farthest room, looking back to the stairs with her hooded eyes. “What are you doing Mister Slow–Flank – even Mr. Voicey beat you up here! I was promised fun, so let’s get to it!”

Cheese didn't need to be told twice, quickly closing the distance between the stairs and the doorway Pinkie had looked out of. Cheese then pushed open the door when he’d reached it, and inside she saw the basics of a typical room: a desk, dresser, wardrobe, and of course the bed with a table d'nuit on either side of it – the bed itself adorned with a green–plaid quilt and two fluffy, white pillows at the top.

One of those pillows was sent flying from the bed towards Cheese the second he walked in, startling him and making him jump and softly whinny in surprise while raising his hooves to defend himself. The pillow harmlessly bounced off his flank, then landing on the floor with a dull thump, making Pinkie laugh hysterically while rolling around in the bed.

“Well, that was fun!” Pinkie said, still staring at a nearby wall while now jumping on her bed. The yellow stallion stood in the doorway, head still turned away and hooves up before he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the object that was thrown at him. He quickly lowered his hooves after realizing the harmlessness of the object, shaking his head and chuckling at himself – he’d just been scared by a pillow for pony’s sake!

Cheese resumed his more serious tone as he cleared his throat – "Ok, Pinkie. You said somepony promised you fun? I know something fun!"

The pink mare on the bed before Cheese nodded her head repeatedly, her over–enthusiasm of the unknown characteristic of her.

“Is it a game?!” Pinkie asked, completely oblivious of Cheese’s intentions.

“It’s a game in a way, yes.” responded Cheese, approaching the bed.

“Well, what’s it called and how do we play it? Ooh, is it like hopscotch? How about checkers? Chess? OH, I KNOW! I bet it's like–” Pinkie eagerly rambled, only to be interrupted by a hoof stroking through her mane affectionately.

“It’s called “making love” Pinkie, and I’m sure you’ve heard about it?” Cheese asked, a rather suggestive grin crossing his face.

Pinkie giggled, clearly familiar with the 'game' – “Well that’s a funny name for a game–” she teased Cheese “–it should definitely have a better one! Maybe we should give it one after I learn how to play, you think?” Pinkie asked seductively as she did a flip in the air before landing on her back on the bed, squirming now as her heat starting to get to her again.

“How do we play?” Pinkie asked playfully, although already knowing full well about sex. Cheese thought carefully how to respond, deciding which position he would rather use as well as how to tell her if she truly didn‘t know how to have sex. That’s alright, he though, she likes surprises, right?

After a moment’s deliberation, Cheese responded – “Lay on your back on the end of the bed and spread your legs. I’ll do the rest.”

“Okie–dokie–lokie! I'll just do as Mr. Voicey tells me!” responded Pinkie, grabbing a pillow and placing it under her head before doing as she was told – remaining on her back and spreading her legs wide, exposing her puffy treasure and diffusing the room with her scent of need.

A thought suddenly crossed Cheese’s mind – “Uh Pinkie, I should probably tell you that I may end up getting you pregnant…unless you don't want me to?" Cheese said, not wanting to give Pinkie such a massive and generally unwanted surprise.

Pinkie giggled as she responded to him – “Well I know that Cheese, and I’m okie–dokie–loki with having a foal with you! Besides, Mr.Voicey kinda wants it to happen for his story, so let's do it!"

After getting her approval, albeit in a very odd way, Cheese wasted no time as he approached the bed. He looked at Pinkie’s eagerly waiting treasure in front of him, her wetness reflecting in the dim light of the barely–lit room in anticipation and welcome for him. Cheese licked his lips in his own anticipation, looking at the swollen mound as though it were the finest truffle from Prance.

Cheese lowered his head and started slowly licking around Pinkie's outer lips, teasing her and making the pink mare shudder in response. Pinkie then pushed her mound against Cheese’s muzzle, less–then–subtly displaying her eagerness to get on with it. Cheese took the hint and penetrated Pinkie's passage with his tongue, tasting the extra–sweet flavor of her juices as he plunged deep into Pinkie's foal–passage once more.

Pinkie squealed and shuddered extensively at the penetration, her sensitivity through the roof thanks to her deep feelings for Cheese combined with her own natural horniness. Cheese continued to probe his tongue deep, loving her very sweet flavor and wanting more of her juice after having gotten but a taste earlier. He continued eating Pinkie out for a number of minutes, changing the pace and occasionally flicking his tongue over Pinkie’s clit, being rewarded with a sweet moan and a shudder from her every time.

Cheese suddenly felt Pinkie's clit winking against his muzzle and her vagina clamping down hard on his tongue, her clenching soon followed by a gush of the sweet juices he had desired. Cheese eagerly drank his fill of her sweet nectar as Pinkie cried out in her orgasm, her back hooves twitching like crazy, her head thrashing back and forth across the pillow it was pressed down hard into it. She shoved her slit against Cheese's muzzle, wanting him deeper inside her as she came, pleasure exploding throughout her body as she started to enthusiastically grind against him.

Cheese left his tongue as deep inside Pinkie as he could, letting the pink mare milk it until she finally came off her orgasm some seconds later. Cheese then proceeded to lick up the remainder of Pinkie's nectar, occasionally getting a shudder from her as small bursts of pleasure shot through her from the additional licking.

~

After Cheese had finished cleaning her, Pinkie slurred out “That was....great!" – drunk on pleasure and once again staring at a wall – "Keep it going, Mr. Voicey!”

"This is only the beginning, Pinkie.” Cheese responded, too caught up in the moment to be distracted by Pinkie’s seeming wall–talking fetish. Cheese’s member slapped against his underside as he sniffed at her soaked passage, eager to get on with what he had planned for his soon–to–be mare. He climbed over Pinkie on the bed and pulled his hips back, his member lining up perfectly to her burning snatch as he leaned over her.

When he was in position, Cheese looked to Pinkie. “Are your ready?” he asked, looking at her for a response. Pinkie nodded slowly though was not quite sure what she was agreeing to, her eyes closed and her energy sapped from the lickings she’d gotten and her concentration still on the afterglow of her most recent orgasm.

With Pinkie’s confirmation, Cheese started pushing forward, Pinkie’s rear moving forward with his hips as he slowly penetrated her. Pinkie gasped at being spread, never having a real stallion enter her before. Cheese pulled back and suddenly slammed hard into Pinkie, hilting himself inside her and making her cry out at the sudden fullness.

“Wha–Ooooooooh!” Pinkie moaned out, feeling an intense pleasure between her legs, the shock of it bringing her out of her afterglow and back to her senses. Cheese allowed her a moment to adjust to his eleven–inch length, but the pleasure from the initial thrust quickly intensified to a burning need in Pinkie. “Um, Cheesy? I think my fun–hole wants some more now.” Pinkie said, moving her rear experimentally and making Cheese’s hilted cock shift inside her with the movements.

"Alright Pinkie, let me do all the work. Just lay back and enjoy.” Cheese said before locking his muzzle against Pinkie's, then pulling himself mostly out of her again before he thrust in hard again. His position gave a lot of leverage, making him able to penetrate her very deeply and causing Pinkie start to tremble with the depth he was going. Cheese pulled his member out and thrust in again, with it actually touching Pinkie’s cervix this time with that very deep thrust.

Pinkie pressed her head back into the pillow and moaned loudly, her back hooves shivering uncontrollably with the pleasure she was receiving, She also had a front hoof in her mouth, biting on it to cope with the intense feelings of pleasure radiating from her body as Cheese picked up the pace and started to thrust faster – apparently plunging as deep as he could reach, tapping Pinkie's cervix with every thrust. Pinkie bit even harder on her hoof, feeling the pace and intensity of her pulses of pleasure increase as well as the roughness of the thrusts into her.

Cheese looked down at his mare, feeling the intensity of his own pulses and pleasure increase, feeling himself starting to flare. “Ready for your 'Cheese Pie'!?” Cheese asked suddenly, somehow chuckling at his own joke through gritted teeth.

Pinkie was too lost in her pleasure to know how to respond – what did food have to do with this game anyhow?! She removed the hoof from her mouth and instead left her tongue hanging out as she panted hard, completely overtaken by pleasure now. Cheese took her pants and gasps as a 'yes', responding by thrusting into Pinkie's needing snatch three times as hard as he could muster, causing Pinkie to yelp loudly at each as they caused Cheese's medial ring to rub her clit hard. On the last thrust, Cheese hilted as deep as he could and felt his head flare – soon after letting loose a huge torrent of his cream that exploded into Pinkie’s needing pie.

Pinkie’s shudders heavily increased as her hooves shot down to Cheese’s stifles, trying to help her inner muscles in pulling him even deeper into herself, holding him as deep as possible within her at this penultimate of moments. She let out a high–pitched squeal as her orgasm overtook her, seeing stars and shuddering hard as her passage clenched down hard on Cheese’s pumping length – her body eagerly trying to milk every drop of that filling, satisfying warmth it could from him as she held his crotch against hers. Regardless of the tight seal his flare made inside her, some of what Cheese put into her leaked past his flared head and was pushed back out of Pinkie, streaming down her tail onto the floor as he kept loosing shot after shot of his pent–up seed into her.

They came together for a short while more, with Pinkie clenching on Cheese's spewing member and Cheese shooting as deep into her as possible, both now silent except for a moan or gasp until Pinkie came off her orgasm. Staring at her new favorite wall, the pink mare started to grind against Cheese's still–squirting member and asked “Hey Narrator, we ready for another 'game'?”

"Okie Dokie Loki!"

Cheese was surprised at Pinkie’s endurance (and the fact she was still talking to walls named Mr.Voicey or Narrator) – this was Pinkie’s third orgasm in under thirty minutes, Cheese not knowing of the fourth she'd had shortly before his arrival. Cheese pulled out and caused a stream of seed to flow from Pinkie’s pussy and land in her already–soaked tail, then got up and asked Pinkie to get off the bed and to stand up with her back legs spread.

Pinkie was eager to get back to the "game" and quickly obeyed, getting up and into the position she was told to, her well–spread pussy leaking Cheese's seed all over the floor now. Cheese Sandwich walked up to her and smelled her flowing slit, soon getting hard again from the scent of her heat as Pinkie instinctively raised her tail and winked her pussy at the stallion behind her, causing a drop of semen to drip off her clit and onto the floor.

Cheese quickly mounted Pinkie again and thrust right in, her passage very slippery from his first deposit of seed and her own juices, easily pounding into her hard with such good lubrication. Pinkie’s head lowered to the floor with teeth gritted as she was overtaken again by the intense sensations, Cheese breeding her as hard as he could.

Pinkie's passage was still very over–sensitive from its last pounding and was now sending intense pleasure throughout her body, making her shudder uncontrollably as she worked quickly towards her next orgasm. Cheese moved quickly, eager to once again fill his mare who asked for seconds, humping into her at full throttle for a number of minutes despite his over–sensitive rod. All the while Pinkie’s head remained down, too absorbed in the intense pleasure to do much else.

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A number of minutes of crippling pleasure later, Pinkie’s head shot up and cocked backwards, her tongue lulling out. “Wowie–zowie, my brain just went powie!” she squealed out as another intense orgasm wracked her body, making her passage start to contract again on Cheese’s buried cock.

The sudden increase of tightness on his penis set off Cheese’s own orgasm, and with a hilting thrust he pushed deep into her as he flared then gushed a second load into her already–full passage, making Pinkie squeal at the sensation of stretching and of that warmth being sprayed into her again – that gooey wonderfulness ramping up the intensity of her already mind–blowing orgasm as his virile semen gushed into her full passage again.

Pinkie finally seemed to run out of steam as her belly started to expand slightly, her constant orgasms finally draining the mare of her usual hyperactive energy and instead making her unusually docile as she accepted her stallion's seed. Her front hooves collapsed, leaving only her rear being held up by Cheese’s hooves as he held her in place, his member still buried deep and pumping.

Cheese’s gushes reduced to spurts a short while later, then finally stopping as he reached the end of his reserves. Cheese dismounted and pulled out of Pinkie, a large stream of his seed rushing out of the pleasured mare and landing on the floor with a loud splat. Pinkie collapsed on the floor as soon as he pulled out, so overtaken by the sensations that she immediately passed out. Cheese lifted her onto her bed and stayed at the bedside as he watched her for a while, watching the mare he had such feelings for sleeping peacefully in her bed – and making somewhat of a mess when his seed leaking from her started to pool at her haunches.

Totally exhausted, Cheese lay down next to Pinkie, not thinking she’d mind if he stayed with her for teh night...or forever. He wrapped his hoof around her before falling asleep, thinking just prior how much he looked forward to his new relationship with Pinkie.

~

After Cheese had joined her in bed and fallen asleep beside her, Pinkie awoke and opened her eyes – looking up at the wall and cocking her head.

"So Mr Voicey, does this mean I'm gonna have a foal?" Pinkie whispered, rubbing her still–full belly and causing more seed to squirt out of her. She scooped the semen up, then tasted it and snorted. "Of course I'm gonna have a cute-widdle-fluffy-baby-Pie to love and have fun with and take care of! That's the whole purpose of this chapter! Oh and by the way, you misspelled a 'the' in the previous section. You may wanna fix that."

With that final breaking of space–time continuum, Pinkie fell back asleep – exhausted and very satisfied.

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As Pinkie slept, Cheese's sperm made their way to her waiting egg. One made its way to and fertilized her egg shortly before she awoke again, discovering the still–sleeping Cheese Sandwich beside her in bed and giving him a kiss. She had her own 'Cheese Pie' baking in her 'oven' now, and its timer wouldn't go off for the next eleven months – but her own foal to play with and love would be worth the wait.

~

As Pinkie awoke the next morning, she stared at the wall and suddenly screamed – "HA! I KNEW IT! I'M GONNA HAVE A FOAL! YAAAAAAAAAAY!"

This simultaneously freaked Cheese Sandwich out and then made him smile as he realized last night with Pinkie had not been merely a dream. They were gonna have a foal together, and Pinkie loved him – what more could this super–duper–party–pony ask for?

Author's Note

Hi, this is Pinkie Pie! I know that silly ol' author wanted to write this outro, but I just thought it would be too superly-duperly fun to talk to all of you! So I was wondering - what should I name my foal?

Fuzzy Lumpkins?

Nah, that's taken by another show.

How bout Super-Mega-Filly?!

Nah...sounds more like a Power Pony! *snort*

Well, I know what the writer has in mind cuz I saw it in a draft of a future chapter and I'm pretty happy with it, so let's just go with that! Anyhoo, I've been here too long. The Crack is starting to close, so I gotta go!

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