Pinkie Pie, Escort Extraordinaire!

Pinkie’s response was a giggle, followed by the lewd sounds of her licking her lips noisily. She crawled onto the bed beside Jake and snuggled up to the human, tracing her damp fingers along his chest as it rose and fell. He tried to speak, but the mare shushed him.

“Just breathe, sweetie,” she whispered. “Catch your breath; we’ve got all night to play.”

Long minutes ticked by, punctuated by Pinkie showering Jake’s neck, shoulder, and chest with little kisses. Her hand found his sex and cupped it, but the gesture wasn’t overtly sexual… just intimate. Jake finally drew a deep breath and lifted himself up to give the pony a peck on her fuzzy pink cheek.

“All better,” Jake said, his voice only a little ragged. “Now how ‘bout I return the favor? No sense in you having to do all the work.”

“Oh?” Pinkie said with a mischievous grin. “What did you have in mind, mister?”

Jake looked down at the frilly skirt that Pinkie still wore, and then back up to its wearer.

“How about you let me see what you’ve got under there… up close and personal?” the human growled. Before Pinkie could respond Jake’s hands were on her. He flipped around on the bed until she was above him, his head between her thighs. His hands were on her hips and he tugged down, gently. Pinkie giggled and blushed, but obediently shuffled forward until she was squatting over his face.

In the shadow of Pinkie’s ruffle-skirt, Jake saw the treasure the pink mare had teased him with before. A pair of blue-and-white striped cotton panties, with a telltale damp spot that had spread considerably.

Jake pulled down, lowering Pinkie’s sex onto his face, his nose and lips trapped by her warm, slick labia; only a thin layer of cotton separating their two bodies. He inhaled deeply, his nose once again filled with a complex bouquet of aromas. She smelled sweet - like sugar and syrup and cotton candy. And a wonderfully earthy, feminine aroma; the unmistakable smell of a woman in need of intimacy. His deep whiffs made the mare giggle and laugh, but she cooed as he nuzzled her thick, warm lips all the same.

“Does Jakey-wakey likey-wikey?” she asked in a sing-song voice.

Jake nodded, his hands slipping up to tug aside Pinkie’s panties. With one long, lazy lick he lapped all the way from clitoris to taint. She tasted even sweeter than she smelled; her thick juices were like honey on his tongue. At the end of his initial exploration, an inch from the dark cleft of the mare’s ass, he paused. She whimpered and wiggled above him.

“K-keep going,” she said. “I really really like it when ponies play with me there.”

Jake needed no further instruction; anal was one of his favorite meta-activities, and finding this amazing lover was into it, as well, relit the fires of lust in the human’s belly. He kissed the tight ring of muscle between Pinkie’s lightly furred cheeks, feeling their thickness and heat. The potion she’d drunk earlier had, indeed, cleaned her thoroughly - all Jake detected was the taste of Pinkie’s skin.

His tongue slipped out, circling the fleshy ring of her asshole, savoring its warmth and softness. She wickered above him, a stuttering horsey giggle of pleasure and joy. The sound was like music to Jake’s ears, who took it as a sign to continue. The tip of his tongue pushed against Pinkie’s pucker, which was deliciously resistant. But with a little grunt from his partner, Jake soon found his tongue pushing inside of her. Instantly it was warmed by the intense heat of Pinkie’s body. The mare gave a deep groan and pushed down, sitting hard on Jake’s face and helping the human’s tongue push deeper inside of her.

Her fingers came to her vulva and began tickling her clit, swirling her thick juices in circles and spirals around her hot, throbbing button. Jake could feel the pressure and motion of it all against his chin - he could see nothing save barely-pink darkness. All he could taste was her ass. His world was suffused with this mare and her sex. Her desire, her lust, was everything.

It wasn’t long before Pinkie’s fingers and Jake’s tongue did the trick, and the mare bore down with a gushing orgasm, soaking the human’s face with a sticky spray of female ejaculate. Her knees went rubbery, causing Pinkie to collapse on the bed, panting and giggling, her eyes half-lidded and out of focus.

Jake padded to the bathroom to towel off, and returned to find Pinkie tugging off the last of her garments. She was naked, now, knees still wobbly and drawn together. It made her look even sexier, seeing the aftershocks of their mutual efforts rippling through her. Jake’s half-hard member throbbed to full erection, however, when Pinkie rolled onto her hands and knees and lifted her tail. She popped the cork on another potion bottle and dribbled the thick, silvery contents down the dark pink cleft of her ass.

“Fuck me, Jake,” she whispered. “Please, please fuck my ass.”

Jake hopped on the bed, using his fingers to scoop up the magical lube and ensure both her asshole and his cock were well-greased. Pinkie was babbling and whimpering, rocking back and forth on her knees, obviously in dire need of having her ass filled. She gave a squeal of delight when Jake brought his slick cockhead to her pucker.

Despite the fun they’d just had, Pinkie’s asshole was vice-tight. At first, Jake wasn’t sure he was going to fit, but then the lube worked its magic and he slipped inside of her. It was slow going; Jake was well-versed with anal sex, and carefully metered his penetration to give the mare all the time she needed to accommodate him. Even taking it slow, though, Pinkie’s walls gripped him tight. The warmth Jake had felt with his tongue intensified the deeper his cock sank; by the time he hilted within her it felt like velvety lava gripped him. It was intense, but far from unpleasant.

“Ohhhh, Celestia I love that fullness beneath my tail,” Pinkie moaned. Her voice was deeper, huskier. Jake’s hands explored her beautiful back, stroking and scratching and gripping her strong muscles beneath her pink fur. They lay there for a long moment, the magical lube sinking into Jake’s skin and ensuring he stayed rock-hard, until Pinkie gave a little wiggle. “Okay… let’s try some thrusting, Jakey.”

The human nodded, pulling back gently. The sensation was exquisite, a silky-smooth glide from the tight, hot confines of Pinkie’s ass back into the relatively cool air of the hotel room. Jake reversed course, and pushed back into Pinkie. Human and pony moaned at the feeling, and both began to speed up.

Their hips rocked and rolled, helping one another find the right rhythm, angle, and depth. Jake knew he shouldn’t be this hard this soon after the interstellar blowjob Pinkie had given him earlier. And he definitely knew he shouldn’t be lasting this long. He didn’t have any problems with stamina, but a quick glance at the clock beside his bed showed he’d been butt-fucking his pink pony partner for the better part of half an hour.

They were pistoning together faster than Jake could believe. At this point he should have been feeling the burn; he should be exhausted. But he felt fine - he felt incredibly horny and had enough energy, it seemed, to fuck all night. Pinkie showed no signs of slowing, either, meeting each thrust with equal force and gusto. The lube needed no replenishing; each thrust was a buttery-smooth as the first one had been. Each thrust forward sent Jake’s heavy sack slapping into Pinkie’s slick labia, sending spatters of honey splashing across their thighs and lightning flickering down the mare’s spine.

“Oh, Jakey! Jakey!” Pinkie yelped, her voice crescendoing. “G-gonna c-cum!”

Jake felt her orgasm; a sudden flood of warmth around his cock, combined with extreme tightness, triggered his own. With a positively inhuman roar Jake let loose, emptying his balls deep within Pinkie’s ass. This was even longer than his first orgasm of the night, as rope after rope of hot spunk shot from his cock and splashed into the mare’s depths. Pinkie’s walls fluttered and squeezed around Jake, milking him as he came. Her hands came to her belly, feeling the warmth spread up into her with every spurt of cum. The two lovers howled as they came, and then collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs, but still connected beneath the mare’s tail.