Author's Note

Diana Pie's POV

Confirming the Herd in Pink: 4

It is my night with Bubbles. Not only that, it is that time of the month. Maybe it isn’t all that much of a coincidence, it was bound to happen sooner or later. It is just a monthly cycle, after all. Besides, he only has three of us to share his bed with.

I have the third day of the week, not as if it would make any difference which day I have. I get just as many days and as much time as Umi and Pinkie. I know Bubbles will give me as much as I can take, or enjoy. As a Pie, he is inexhaustible. There is no end to his energy. He will do his best to make me happy and enjoy myself with him.

Actually, we are all Pies, even if Umi isn’t it on the genetic level. Yet, Bubbles will make no difference between the three of us. Yet, he will respect our different personalities and adjust accordingly. Not that he can change himself or who he is in any way, that isn’t the Pie way. Still, he makes the time just as intimate and up close personal for each of us, just the way Pinkie Pie personalised her parties, when she threw them at her friends.

Of course, in bed we are both nude. Wouldn’t make sense to be prudely dressed up and wrapped in layers of fabric, now would it? We are all consenting adults, capable of understanding and deciding for ourselves.

As I enter his room, he already lies on his bed, resting on his back.

“Time for some fun. I can clearly see how excited you are, my dear!” he expressed, just as I had closed the door.

“You know, just how much I have been looking forwards to our night together. Of course I am excited!” I responded in a more teasing, alluring tone, a sly smile spreading out over my face.

“Time to taste the honey!” he teased with an excited grin all over his face, looking up at me.

“Have your fill!” I responded with a sly smile, giggling with pent up excitement.

I move up to the top of the bed, permitting my hips to cover his face in order for his lips to reach my orchid. As I could feel him hitting the spot, his lips parted and his tongue escaped, then slowly, carefully entered me, lapping gently at the smooth sensitive flesh.

Quietly, he moved his hand to my hip, holding me in a firm grip as he teasingly prepared me for what was ahead. At this point, there was little to nothing I could do to escape him, had that actually been what I had in mind.

As I hold on to his cheeks, I slowly grow wet, first from his saliva, then gradually from within as excitement teases me into heat. Awarding him with the sweet nectar I knew he desired so hotly, as he eagerly laps away, pushing me ever further.

Sadly, this moment could not last for as long as I had liked, but it will be replaced with the next stage of teasing and joy. He licks his lips greedily, as I lift myself up as he lets go of my hips, permitting me to get up, in order for us to move on to the next stage.

Once in place, I feel his hands on my jigglies, caressing them with fond gentleness, teasing my nibbles. Caressing, rubbing, squeezing, twisting and in general pleasing the hell out of them. Stopping just at the point.

Meanwhile, I had managed to reached down to my goal, my destination, slipping my fingers over the sheath, rubbing, caressing and teasing him out of his hiding place. Making absolutely certain, he could hide no more.

Once her is out of the lair, I continue teasing him. Permitting no slacking. From there I slowly, gently start licking his head. Covering him with saliva and filling him to the brim. Feeling him harden and stiffen up to the point. Teasing him all the way up, preparing him, readying him for what is up and ahead.

Just as I hear the moan I had been waiting for, the sign of him being ready. It is finally time for what the game was all about. What I had been waiting for and looking forwards to.

Rising to my hooves, before I sit down once more. Only this time I am sliding down over him, feeling his head slipping into me. Slippery and juicy, just the way he wanted it to be, the way he prepared me for what he knew we both wanted, desired and had been looking forwards to. The highlight of the day. Only this time, it is just a little bit more, as we are confirming the herd, together in wet, hot union. The way a mare and stallion is supposed to make it.

Once I am down, hitting the bottom, his hands move up from my waist on top of my hips from where they had been helping me, guiding me down comfortably, up along my waist and back to my jigglies.

With my knees firmly on the top of the bed, holding him firmly in place under me, I slowly lift myself up. Feeling him firm within me all the way up, before I can get the game going. Feeling his hands on my jigglies, supporting me with all his strength. Teasing my nibbles with caresses, squeezing and rubbing, pushing me back to the top.

From the point where he is on the brink of slipping out; if not for me squeezing tightly, thus preventing him from coming close. Slowly pushing my hips back down, then up and down. Building up the cadence.

Moment by moment, keeping him exactly where I want him, thus permitting him to tease me from within and up front. Feeling him firm, his firmness holding me in place.

Moans growing louder, more excited, warmer, until they finally start to gather exhaustion at the very end. This is when I peak, maybe an hour after he entered me. Or if it was two hours.

Feeling him inside as he finally hit the wall, staying up for a while longer. His hands still in place.

Of course I know what it means, just as much as he does. A new gentle smile spreading out over our faces. I slip off of him.

With a sigh, he calls me back, causing me to move up, pushing myself forwards. Knowing the reward. Then feeling his lips hitting my mound just before he manages to find the spot. From there he parts his lips, permitting his tongue to escape. Granting me the last of what I had come for as he slowly eats me.

Once my mound and orchid is finally dry, I can finally slip back, moving over to my bed, lying beside him. Resting in exhaustion. Moaning for a few minutes, as we pant rapidly, yet slowing to regular breathing. It had been a bliss.

Quiet, basking in the afterglow, fondly remembering the short moment, the instant. Together in a complete union. What better way to end a day?

Outside the light grew dark as the sun was setting. We quietly enjoyed the moment of bliss as the day came to an end, no need for words or speaking. It is complete. Then the night came, permitting sleep.

Tomorrow is a new day, with new opportunities. A new life for our little herd.