Pinksilver - A Party To Remember

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.