℅i℅ - Silver Star is invited to a Party.
The door to Sugarcube Corner creaked open and a parade of sweet scents like freshly-baked pastries greeted Silver Star as he entered, wearing his usual flank-baring underside-covering suit and black top hat with a cobalt-blue band around the base. It was a Sunday and the building was empty, Mr and Mrs Cake were out of town at a Baker's convention in Canterlot, and Silver had a pretty good idea what was going to happen today.
Really, could that letter have been any more ominous? 'I threw this party just for you!', anyone? Telling him to come alone, and 'Be ready for a surprise'? It may have been his birthday today, but come on! He could almost smell the obvious trap. He'd been in Ponyville for about a month now, and part of him still believed that if anypony was going to try anything, they would have done so by now. Then again, what went on in Pinkie's head was a mystery to many ponies. He usually did a pretty good job when it came to understanding her, but he couldn't understand why anypony would want to invite him to a 'Special party'.
"Pinkie Pie?" He called out, loud enough for anypony in the building to hear, and he recieved no answer. Odd. He didn't really think Pinkie was the type for something like this. And if he was, he would have noticed it the first time he scanned her brain. One didn't simply have issues like that without those issues leaving an imprint upon the victim's mind and thought patterns.
"Come upstairs, silly!" Came the happy, excited voice of Pinkie Pie from upstairs.
He knew that trick. By making someone walk to something, you reinforced the mental connection with them wanting it and them wanting to get it. But that trick usually worked best when the target knew what they were supposed to want.
He trotted up the stairs, towards Pinkie Pie's room, making a mental note to be ready for anything.
Why would she want him to go upstairs, into her bedroom? If she was planning on springing some kind of trap, there were better plays to make, better tricks to try, better ways to go around it. If she was planning on knocking him out in any way and dragging him to the storeroom beneath the bakery where the interrogation/torture/Changeling-related nonsense would begin, she could have done it sooner. Knocking him out would mean carrying his heavier-than-it-looked body down the stairs, and since those training weights he wore could only be removed by himself or those he trusted dearly - and knocking him out in any way was a good way to make him stop trusting whoever made such a bad move - and because they worked on his current state of mind instead of what it was before getting knocked out, even hearing something suspicious in his sleep could remove that pony from the list of ponies he trusted. Not that his list had anypony on it, but he found it payed to be prepared. And if she planned on using drugged food, like in that spectacularly awful overly-gory 'Horror' story he once had the displeasure of reading, there were two problems with that plan. One, the aforementioned weight factored into things. And two, it took several pints of hard cider to get him even a little tipsy. If he didn't work with it and let himself pass out, It'd take a lot more anaesthetic than could be feasibly hidden within most baked goods before it'd start to dull his mind enough for him to forget he could easily teleport out of there regardless of his mental state. Crashing into Twilight's throne room on the verge of collapsing from an anaesthetic Pinkie Pie has in sufficiently-large supply for some reason would make for pretty compelling evidence that something was u-
That train of thought ground to a screeching halt, fell off the tracks, and burst into flame when Silver Star made it to the top of the stairs, saw that Pinkie Pie's door was wide open, and saw where she was and what she was wearing.
She was lying on her bed, on her side, looking right at him with a cute smile and seductively half-lidded eyes and- she was wearing... /i That Outfit./ The one she'd told him about, the one she'd worn at Appleloosa when dancing on stage.
A beautiful black dress with layer upon layer of frills, connected to a bodice that hugged and outlined her beautifully curvy body. Black stockings that only highlighted her bright eye-catching colours. A feather in her hair, to complete the look.
Silver's mouth went dry and his eyes widened in surprise as he felt a bulge down below as his stallionhood swelled within his sheath, fighting to get out. While he could normally dismiss it and any related temptations with a single thought, it wasn't feeling quite so cooperative today, not when something this beautiful was in front of him. He tightened his sheath around his tool as he awkwardly stepped into her room while maintaining his surprised expression, trying to keep it in, but that only served to send a shiver of pleasure down his spine when his unrelenting shaft forced its way out of its cage.
Fortunately, he had planned for this.
He relaxed and loosened his sheath and allowed the rest of his partially-flaccid but rapidly-expanding stallionhood to spill out freely, forming into that familiar log of raw meat. He was glad he was wearing his suit, like he was whenever he deemed it a possibility that he would need to look fancy or whenever he might stand behind Twilight, or Pinkie, or any other mare he liked. Then again, he usually wore that suit, the one that covered his underside and legs- and while he'd never admit it out loud, that was a large part of the reason why he usually wore it. After all, despite growing up on a farm with plenty of animals and being no stranger to sex(Though he had only ever 'done it' three times, and only once with a pony. Still, it was completely consensual each time), he never really found anyone that excited him the way Pinkie and her friends did. Though admittedly, Pinkie and Twilight excited his mind and body more, followed closely by Rainbow Dash, and then there was a few empty spaces in his attractiveness list, and the other three were tied for last place, Rarity and Applejack ever so slightly pulling ahead of Fluttershy in terms of attractiveness. Sure, Rarity, Applejack, and the other one were pretty, but he'd seen prettier. Meanwhile, he'd never met anypony quite like Pinkie Pie, or Twilight Sparkle. He'd met one or two that were kinda like Rainbow Dash, but none that actually were as awesome as they believed themselves to be, none that were as awesome as the real Rainbow Dash.
The sound of rustling fabric got his attention and drew him out of his thoughts(the thoughts he hoped would help make his raging erection give up and sulk back into its cage due to overwhelming boredom, not that his stallionhood could ever 'Get bored' when something like that was in front of him) as Pinkie Pie got off the bed and slowly, seductively walked closer and closer to him, her curvy flanks swaying, her big soft fluffy tail slowly twitching from side to side like a cat's.
She suddenly dived forwards in a fast jump, as if walking like that was too boring, she had too much energy, and it had all built up inside her like an explosion that propelled her towards him.
He teleported, reappearing on the other side of the room. He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't prepared for this. He'd dreamed about this from time to time, but couldn't believe it was actually happening. And now, his mind felt oddly detached from his body and the dull throbbing beneath him, and he wanted to at least make sure what this was before anything happened. Still, when he opened his mouth, he couldn't find it within him to speak.
She turned around, surprised for a moment, but that seductive expression soon returned, as if she decided catching him was going to be a fun little game.
TELEPORT GAME HERE.
She caught him, kissing him passionately and forcing his mouth open with her own surprisingly powerful mouth, her tongue slipping inside and dancing around as his own tongue struggled to defend its territory.
She pulled back after a few short blissful moments, and she opened her eyes to see his shocked reaction. But while he was surprised and shocked, he didn't look horrified or disgusted. He looked more like he believed ths was a dream, an unexpected dream, and was moments away from deciding that if this was a dream, there was no harm in playing along. And just in case it turned out to not be a dream, his horn glowed as he cast a quick spell to record the events of tonight. He cast another spell to check if she was a Changeling or not. It scanned her cells and checked their age. A Changeling, who only recently transformed into somepony else, would give back results of a few days, a week, or maybe a month, tops. Her cells seemed to be as old as she was, so it was her.
It was Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie Pie wanted him.
He grabbed the pink pony with his magic, bodily picking her up and pushing her into a passionate kiss which, after a moment of surprise, she returned with equal intensity, his tongue wrestling for dominance and trying to get more of her delicious sugar-enhanced taste as her tongue licked and teased his own, fanning the flames of his desire. She'd eaten a nice light freshly-baked bun topped with deliciously thick sugary icing and topped with a glacé cherry, he could tell. And he liked it. He wanted more.
His horn glowed like orange wildfire for a moment as he targeted his clothes and teleported them off him. His black suit and the onyx weights he wore on his legs appeared tucked away in the corner of the room, his suit folded neatly, his hat atop it, and his weights appearing beside them. This bared his strong, tall, white-furred body to Pinkie, his stallionhood now clearly visible, a very thick log of meat that hungered for her touch.
He felt her kiss grow hungrier as he reached a hoof to her head, stroking her soft fur, feeling it glide across her light smooth fuzzy face like there was a layer of oil between them. He reached back and felt her mane, her soft fluffy mane, and stared into her adorable baby-blue eyes, noticing her cute smile. He kissed harder, she moved back, and they both fell onto the middle of her large bed, both looking at each other as soon as they landed. She rolled onto her hooves and pounced onto him like a hungry wildcat, he teleported and she landed where he was lying a moment ago. He reappeared on her back, his rod resting between them, and he nibbled softly on the tip of her right ear. She gave a cute moan as a blush lit up her face, and she collapsed onto the bed, which bounced as she rolled slightly to the right, getting him off her, then she curled her lower body up in front of her and reached back with her tail, its length masterfully stroking his long stallionhood with every hair and fibre. He let out a moan of pleasure, shuddering slightly, then he pulled her closer as he nuzzled her neck before kissing it, then kissing lower, and lower, her body straightening and her back arching, magic gripping her whole body and pulling her up so he didn't have to move his neck that much. He got lower down her neck, and then her back, eventually getting to her tail. His magic gently guided her tail out of the way as he looked at her marehood, her large pulsing slit, which kept winking at him, reminding him of a hungry baby bird that wanted to be fed.
He reached his head forwards and kissed it the way he'd kissed her mouth, slipping his long tongue inside her as his lips massaged the outer folds.
She arched her back and let out the loudest moan of the night, closing her eyes, and what greeted his mouth was the best thing he had ever tasted. Fresh hard apple cider, even the fanciest of fine wines, nothing compared to the incredible sweetness of her love juices. He was sure that if he could bottle it, put a 'Pink Lemonade' pun on the label along with a simple yet still cute drawing of her grinning face, maybe mixed some other stuff into the drink so the primary ingredient couldn't be figured out right away, and sell it for five bits per wine bottle... He'd make a fortune.
Once he'd judged her to be wet enough, his magic brought her down beside him, facing away from his horn and towards his 'Horn'. He gripped her pink fluffy tail with his teeth and gave her a playful tug, and she gasped out with a wide grin before collapsing to the bed beside him, his magic letting her fall gently as his glow around her went away. She blearily rolled so her stomach was touching the bed, and she tried to get up, but her legs felt like jelly, and she felt hungrier than she ever had in her life, to hungry to move. It wasn't just a burning in her slit, fires of lust that needed to be doused with another pony's cum. It was stronger than anything she'd felt before, even when she was in heat. This went deeper, burned hotter, took her whole body and made it want more.
He teleported and reappeared atop her, his hooves bent on either side of her, his thick log of stallion meat resting against her back. "Are you ready?" He softly whispered into her ear.
"Yes." She moaned out lewdly. "Fill my buns with your cream."
In any other situation, he would have blushed at that, or thought it sounded silly. But here and now, when he was this hungry and ready and in that frame of mind, it sounded hot, sexy, and so incredibly Pinkie-ish that it made his stallionhood twitch against them both. He gradually raised his rear into the air as he stroked his long stallionhood across her back and lined it up with her slit, exposing his toned strong flanks to anypony watching, and then he drove his rod down into her.
They both shouted out in pleasure, and they were glad nopony else was in the house too hear them. Her inner walls clamped down erratically on the intruder, and his thick rod bucked harder against the resistance, trying to get it all in. They weren't going to last long, and they didn't care. The sooner it was over, the sooner they could go again, and again, and again...
He dug further and further into her, his medial ring getting stuck against her outer lips for a moment. He pulled out an inch, and rammed in harder, medial ring slipping in, getting almost all of it inside until his tip pressed up against her cervix. She reached forwards with her head and bit her pillow, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he pulled out up to the medial ring, then rammed back into her in one long thrust, slamming his rod against her cervical walls, the bed bouncing for a few seconds from the strength of the thrust. She let out a muffled scream of pleasure, nopony having ever gotten that deep inside of her before.
He pulled out to the tip, his large balls tightening and rising up, drawing closer to his rod as he prepared to finish. He knew this was it. He could hold back, or slow down, but he didn't want to. In one hard thrust, he drove it all in as hard as he could, cervical walls bending back just a little from the force of his blow.
They both screamed in pleasure as he came, his thick rod spewing out rockets of thick creamy cum straight up into her womb, soon filling it completely, his rod twitching with each salvo of cum that was fired out, shuddering as he felt his seed leak back around his rod as she overflowed. The sensation of the twitching and feeling so full sent her over the edge, and she came hard, her inner walls clamping down on his stallionhood and milking it for all it had, spilling out what felt like almost a litre of fluid from her clenching, winking, pulsating marehood, splashing against his balls, spilling onto the bed below.
If she wasn't already lying down, her legs would have given up and she'd have collapsed to the bed. Instead, her head turned to the side as her head collapsed onto the once-bitten pillow, making the cutest of tired, satisfied smiles as the last few spurts of seed oozed from his rod. He relaxed atop her, and she rolled to the side, her marehood keeping a tight grip on his long log and keeping him inside her as they cuddled, enjoying the incredible afterglow.
℅i℅ - Screw Cupcakes! Pinkie Pie makes the Best Cake Ever!
"So..." She purred sensually once she had caught her breath, wriggling back further into him, her long fluffy tail stroking his own as his wrapped gently around hers. "Did you have fun?"
Part of him was worried he was about to lamely respond with a still-bewildered "Eeeyup", or "Yes", or worse, "Eeeyesss". Instead, that carnal beast that hungered for sensuality seemed to take over again, finding it easier this time, connecting to the speech centers of his mind. With a wide satisfied smile and tired eyes, he held her closer to him and purred sensually into her ear, "Pinkie Pie, that was the most fun I've ever had in my life. It was incredible, a spectacular symphony of love and passion. But if I may... What convinced you to send me that party invite?"
"Well, I knew you liked me, and I saw how you looked at me when I couldn't tell." She admitted. "And you seem kinda really super lonely almost all the time, so I thought you needed some cheering up."
"Oh. Uh... Did you mean, 'When you think I couldn't tell'?'" He asked, not sure what to think about her thinking he seemed lonely.
"Nope!" She chirped happily. "Pinkie Sense." She explained.
"Okay." He said understandingly. "So... You knew I had a crush on you?"
"Yep! And on Twilight, too!" She said happily. "And maaaybe a teensy tiny little one on Dashie. And an even teenier tinier itty bitty one on Applejack."
Silver wasn't sure why, but the idea that she knew all along shocked him, and yet one thought felt far more important than the others. Feeling unusually insecure, a feeling he was glad to be rid of when he closed off his heart long ago, he asked, "Does that... Make you think less of me?"
"Of course not, silly!" She laughed, and though he couldn't explain why, all seemed right with the world. "You can have a bunch of friends, right? That doesn't mean you like each one less. It's not like liking stuff is frosting, and you only have enough to put it on a few cakes! You have all the frosting you want. But there are some cakes you like so much, you put extra decorations on, and they're your best friends! And then there are some really really good cakes you put a ton of decorations on! But that doesn't mean you can't have other cakes. And it's great that you like my friends! As long as you still like me and want to be my friend and love me too, everything's great."
Some would have found that metaphor hard to follow, but not him. "You're right." He said, smiling and hugging her tighter. She made an odd gleeful squealing sound that reminded him of a dog's squeaky toy. Finding it adorable, he held her tighter, and found himself oddly tired, something about her warmth and presence relaxing him. With her, he didn't need to be his usual guarded paranoid self. She gave a cute yawn, lightly closed her eyes, and fell asleep with a tiny smile. He supposed he could also do with a nap, and allowed himself to drift off with her in his hooves.
He woke up about an hour later when Pinkie Pie snuggled out of his loosened embrace, slowly pulled his now-flaccid stallionhood out of her with her tail, and rolled over, a cute smile on her face as she stared into his less-tired-than-usual eyes. "Hey... Are you hungry?" She purred.
"For you?" He asked, a dreamy smile on his face.
"No, for actual food. I'm kinda hungry." She admitted with an embarrassed smile. "Should I go make something?"
He smiled. "I've seen how you bake. Twelve things cooking and mixing and baking at once, being in twelve places at once, rushing around and making by yourself what would normally take a whole team of the best Chefs and bakers in Canterlot." He said, admiring and respecting her and her skill. "It looks like chaos to the casual observer, but you're in complete control. And you've seen how I bake, operating everything at once as I watch from the side with my horn alight with magic, in total control of it all. I could only wish I was as good a chef as you. Pinkie, watching you would be a treat almost as delicious as your food."
She smiled wider at the compliment, getting out of bed and going to the kitchen. His stallionhood started to retract into its sheath, so he could get out of bed without it distractingly stroking itself against the bedsheets.
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She started by running to the oven and preheating it to 350C, then grabbing a bag of flour from a pile of them in a dedicated flour cupboard, dashing over to the kitchen table and leaving it there as she grabbed a big bowl from the shelf behind her with her tail, turning and putting the bowl onto the table, then her tail knocked the open bag over a little, causing it to start slowly pouring flower into the bowl. She got out two cake tins and some butter from the fridge, and her tail expertly twisted and bent as it buttered both cake tins, before reappearing in front of the kitchen, getting out some chocolate, four blocks of the finest high-quality baker's chocolate, tossing them all into her bowl, righting the flour bag to stop it from spilling any more when she got the right amout into the bowl.
He watched her absolute mastery of the kitchen, how she continued to zip about at speeds most Pegasi would be hard pressed to achieve, how she didn't waste a single second of time and how everything in her room was absolute in its perfection. She was the absolute epitome of baking skill.
It was kinda hot.
It was hotter when she suddenly appeared in front of him and kissed him slowly, passionately, hungrily. Yet when he got over his surprise and leaned forwards to kiss her back, she pulled back and grabbed two eggs from the fridge, her tail moved to the side so he could see her marehood wink invitingly at him, a single glistening drop of arousal dripping down before being caught and soaked up by her tail before it hit the ground. He felt his stallionhood extend downwards from its sheath She grabbed the eggs with her mouth and dashed to the bowl, cracking the eggs on the bowl's side and pouring them in expertly as her tail softly stroked his chest before going up to his chin, not letting a single piece of eggshell fall into the mixture as her tail wrapped around his head and gently pulled forwards, inviting him to start licking. He gave a long, slow lick around the outer lips, and was rewarded by that taste again, her taste.
She dashed off to get the egg beater or whisk or whatever it was called over here, along with the milk. However, she returned with just the whisk and a third low, wide cake tin. She placed the cake tin beneath her where she stood, she balanced her upper body up on the counter and wrapped her left foreleg around the bowl while gripping the handle with her right hoof, a thin strap around it attaching it to her hoof as she quickly and furiously spun the tool into the mixture. Part of him wondered how quickly those hooves could pry an orgasm out of him if she put them to work on his stallionhood, while the rest of him was more concerned with how her tail gently wrapped around his head and guided him lower, beneath and past her winking slit, towards two things he'd almost forgotten about.
Her teats, two slightly-darker dots of pink on mounds of flesh that were kinda big for a pony, and seemed bigger than they were last time he saw them. A Minotaur would generously call them a C-cup, and he wasn't sure what to think. A gentle push on the back of his head reminded her of what she wanted. He sat and lowered his body, then reached up with his head, giving her right teat an uncertain lick. She moaned out, her breasts quivering slightly. He licked again and again, wondering if there was a point to all of this, when he felt something on his tongue, something creamy and sweet and vaguely strawberry-flavoured.
She wasn't...
He kept licking, and gently sucking on it, and found that it was. She was lactating. How was this even possible?
...Oh, right, Pinkie Pie.
He moved his head to her other teat, tugging and licking at it, swallowing everything that came out. The more he tugged, the more her teats seemed to awaken, producing more and more milk. He figured out what she was doing, and smiled as he realised what using it would do to the cake.
His horn glowed as he used magic to speed up the process, her breasts now sagging slightly and regularly dripping milk into the cake tin below, rewarding his every suck with a mouthful of her delicious milk. He could hear her moaning above him, and could almost hear the cute blush in her tone. His stallionhood hardened beneath him and stood in front of him once again, finding something oddly arousing about how he was in near total control of her right now, and could make her moan and shudder and scream with just a small flick of the tongue.
"Stop!" She begged suddenly, her tail gently pushing his head back. He complied, pulling back, and his jaw dropped when he saw her soaking wet slit clench and wink uncontrollably, begging for release. For a moment, he idly wondered why she didn't let go and enjoy herself, and then he realised that would result in her 'Releasing' into the cake tin full of breast milk beneath her. Would that stop her from using it in her cake? Would it dilute it, and stop the cake from rising properly? Or would it just ruin the taste, by mixing it with something else?
He leaned and looked at her face, and his stallionhood twitched a little at the sight. She was blushing hard, she was breathing heavily, no, carefully controlling her breathing, almost every muscle in her body was tensed up, her teats were slowly dripping milk into the cake tin below, her tail was shivering slightly... She was close, so close, and she knew it, yet she was holding herself back with all her might. She was that deternined to make a truly great cake for them both to enjoy. If he didn't love her before, he did now.
Wait... Love? Was he even capable of an emotion like that? He'd only recently got the hang of caring, and being considerate, and empathy, stuff like that. Did he really have love down already? Man, he was awesome.
Her deep breathing slowed to a more reasonable pace as she seemed to calm down. She looked back at him, face just as cutely flushed as ever, and purred, "Okay, you can keep going again."
He didn't have to be told twice. He descended hungrily upon her teats, suckling one while gently kneading the other with his magic, able to feel it just as well as if he'd used his hooves. He pinched the tip of her nipple with his teeth and gave a careful, gentle tug, getting a long stream of milk into his mouth while a long moan from her caressed his ears and told him he was doing a good job.
When the cake tin was about half-full, her tail twitched a little, followed by one of her hooves repeatedly stamping lightly on the ground like a dog's leg when it's ear was scratched. "Wait!" She declared suddenly. He pulled back, she put down the bowl of ingredients and left the whisk in the mixture, then got back down on the ground. She looked down at the cake tin filled with her milk, a proud smile on her face. She stepped forwards and nuzzled him in thanks, her warm body pressed against his arousing him more. His horn flashed for a moment as he cast a quick hygiene spell, sterilising just about everything in a radius of thirty feet to meet medical requirements without affecting its taste or chemical makeup. Then she picked up the milk tray masterfully, not spilling a drop as she poured some of her milk into her cake mix, and saved the rest for later. The spell he cast on her teats wore off and they seemed to dry up as the failsafe activated, a predetermined number of seconds without being manually milked having gone by. She reached up and stirred the mixture again, faster this time, putting her whole body into it, and he got a good look as her flanks jiggled slightly, just enough to catch his eye. It almost took his eyes off how hard she was mixing that cake batter, how quickly she was tearing into it. At that speed, he was pretty sure she could outdo even the fastest of magic-powered mechanical whisks.
She finished whisking the ingredients together, and paused to look back at him as she took the wooden spoon, raised it to her mouth, and she kept her sexual stare burning into his eyes as she gave it a long, slow lick, from base to tip, then back down the other way, and then her tongue started to deftly clean the entire whisk, her long Earth Pony tongue slipping between the metal rings and licking all the batter from the whisk she'd used not moments ago.
She tossed the whisk across the room and it landed directly into the empty sink, the loud clattering slightly shaking him out of his trance as she picked up the bowl of ingredients, poured it into the two buttered-up non-milky cake trays she'd prepared earlier until they were three-quarters full, leaving plenty of room for the chocolate cakes to rise. Finally, she opened the preheated oven, placed the cakes within them, closed the oven, set up a baking timer, and with everything ready, she dashed over to him and kissed him with an intensity he didn't think possible.
