Pinkie Pie, Escort Extraordinaire!

Jake could only pant, crouched as he was over Pinkie Pie. She was on her belly beneath him, her flanks soaked in sweat and heaving with each breath. Jake, too, was covered in sweat, cool beads of the stuff dripping from his nose and tickling his back as it fell from his hair. The bed was utterly ruined, soaked as it was in Pinkie’s cum and their combined perspiration, not to mention how utterly tangled and tousled the sheets were. He could hardly believe the damn thing hadn’t cracked beneath them, thanks to the speed and strength of their rutting.

Pinkie gave a weak wiggle, which Jake took as a signal to try and get off of her. He managed to do so, laying back on quivering thighs. She pulled herself off of his cock with a rude, wet plop, carefully angling herself so only a little of his cum gushed from her gaping asshole. With her hips on the bed, and her hands and knees on the ground, the pony drew her bag to her from where she’d thrown it on the floor earlier. After rummaging around inside of it for a few seconds she triumphantly brought out a stout metal plug, which she promptly shoved between her fuzzy pink buttcheeks. The buttplug was bigger than a starter model, but not so large as to be outrageous. Jake watched it sink between Pinkie’s cheeks and settle against her skin, a blood-red jewel set in the silvery metal catching the dim light of the hotel room.

“So none of your yummy cum gets all over this nice room, Jakey,” Pinkie giggled. Her stamina amazed him - not even five minutes after getting ass-fucked to heaven and back, and she was up and moving. Jake could hardly lift a finger; he’d flopped back down onto the damp bed as soon as Pinkie had gotten out from under him. His cock was still half-hard, though, lolling to one side like a curious but distracted python. Thick gobs of his cum still clung to it, along with the super-lube Pinkie had slathered her asshole with.

Pinkie gave his cock a hungry stare, licking her lips as she squatted on the ground, testing the plug’s seal. She seemed satisfied, and crawled back up onto the bed. But rather than snuggle up with her lover, she instead pushed his thighs apart, resting her ample breasts on the human’s legs just below their junction.

“P-pinkie,” Jake rasped. “What are you doing? I… I don’t know…”

“Hush, Jakey,” Pinkie said with a conspiratorial wink. “It shouldn’t come to any surprise to you that a mare who loves having her tailhole filled would love to taste herself after a romp like that. Mmm… just look at all those yummy juices… I can’t help myself!”

Pinkie opened her stubby muzzle wide and sensuously began licking every last drop of goo from Jake’s cock. Despite his exhaustion, Jake felt the last dregs of the magic lube soak into the sensitive flesh of his shaft. Combined with Pinkie’s renewed enthusiasm - and the taboo of ass-to-mouth to boot - Jake found himself returning to maximum hardness in seconds. His nuts gave an almost-painful twinge, but Pinkie’s skilled hands found them, massaging and kneading them into production once more.

Jake’s world disappeared. There was nothing but his body and Pinkie’s. The bed ceased to be, the room melted. His cock became the focus of his every thought, until even those fizzled away. Pinkie’s affection was complete - Jake had never experienced such a devoted partner in all his years of activity. It was obvious she was enjoying herself - giving pleasure seemed to be the primary mechanism for her to receive pleasure - but the lion’s share of her energies were utterly focused on bringing Jake to a third mind-blowing orgasm in as many hours.

No nook, no cranny, of Jake’s sex was left unexplored. Every drop, every strand, of their mingled juices disappeared down Pinkie’s warm, welcome throat. Her tongue explored Jake’s foreskin, each bubble of cum eliciting a squeal and a purr of appreciation. Her fingers felt the tissues and structures within his scrotum, exploring him and learning exactly what kinds of pressure and rhythm felt the best for the human. Jake should have been dry - he should have been in rather considerable pain - but Pinkie’s enthusiasm and skill had Jake not only hard, but willing and able to give the mare exactly what she needed.

Once Jake’s cock was sucked clean, Pinkie hefted her warm, pillowy breasts up Jake’s thighs until they wrapped around his saliva-slicked cock. With the last dregs of the magical lube, Pinkie coated Jake’s cock, and by contact her own cleavage, with the slippery stuff. What had been a pleasantly warm, soft space became as slick and tight as Pinkie’s mouth and ass. The mare squeezed her tits together, trapping Jake’s cock in the too-narrow tunnel between her boobs. It should have been too tight; it should have been uncomfortable… but it wasn’t. It was heaven.

Jake felt Pinkie’s heart throbbing through the fleshy jugs that trapped his sex. He felt his own cock respond, pulsing in time with his own heartbeat, synchronizing with hers. Jake had heard of heart connections and other such nonsense when he was back on Earth, but the palpable bond he felt forming between himself and his lover was overpowering. This wasn’t love, or even lust - it was something deeper. A primal connection that was only describable with a single word: magic.

After an agonizingly long titjob, Pinkie brought Jake once again to the very brink of orgasm. The whole time she’d been whispering to him, encouraging him and complimenting him on his stamina, how beautiful and big his cock was, how good it felt to touch him this way. Jake didn’t want it to end - this bliss was almost too much. But Pinkie was a generous lover, and made sure to bring about her partner’s climax at just the right time, lest the pleasure turn to pain.

With a final hug of Pinkie’s strong arms, Jake felt his cock embraced by the mare’s fuzzy, warm titflesh. Even his balls were pressed between them - safe and warm, squeezed with just the right amount of pressure. It was as friendly as a hug and as intimate as sex. It felt… right. Jake had no way of speaking, no way to warn Pinkie, but he finally understood it didn’t matter; this was what she wanted. All he had to do was let go.

Jake’s final orgasm unfolded within him, a rising tide of pleasure that expanded from somewhere behind his belly button out to the tips of his fingers and toes. In Jake’s mind, he saw a warm, golden light fill his body. And it began pouring from him, into the safe, dark space where Pinkie’s heartbeat was steady and strong. That pounding was like a beacon or a magnet, drawing the light/orgasm from Jake’s body into Pinkie’s, centered in the secret space between Pinkie’s breasts.

Jake breathed, in and out, spilling the absolute last of himself into Pinkie’s short, soft fur. She moaned and purred, a wordless thank-you of appreciation and joy, as the human’s cum came in heavy, hot ropes. From the confines of it’s fleshy prison, Jake’s cum spurted up and out of Pinkie’s cleavage, splashing her neck and chin, only to fan out and fall across the tops of her breasts. At long, long last, Jake’s cock stopped spurting, and the mare released him. A thick strand of cum connected their bodies, which Pinkie regarded with a smile as she gently massaged the rest of Jake’s cum into her fur.