We interrupt this story about fucking a blue rainbow horse to bring you this important story about fucking a pink bouncy horse.

Anon had enjoyed his time with Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy; he had spent the last couple days happily helping them with their estrus heat, and even convinced them to join his steadily growing stable of special someponies...Rainbow was more excited about it than Anon figured she would be. At first he was scared she might be overprotective of Scootaloo, but at the mention of her name, Rainbow's wings had extended. Anon remembered Rainbow trying her best to hide them and playing it off like she was just happy Scoots had found a suitor. Regardless, Anon had left the Fluttercottage feeling fully rested, but somewhat low on energy; Fluttershy didn't have anything in the way of coffee or sweets. He decided he'd go and get a sugar rush at Sugar Cube Corner. In a rare display, Anon donned some simple clothes Rarity had fashioned for him. Anon enjoyed going around naked most times, but when he was planning on eating, he liked to wear clothes since he noticed that in colorful horse society it was a little more common to dress up for things like eating out.

When Anon arrived at Sugar Cube Corner he was surprised to find Pinkie working alone; he had expected to see Mr. or Mrs. Cake manning the front counter with the other baking in the back, but instead he found Pinkie zipping back and forth from the kitchen to the counter. She hadn't noticed Anon's arrival despite the door's welcome bell jingle. Anon cleared his throat.

"AAHHH!" Pinkie screamed, startled. "Oh hi Anon. What can I get you today? I'm by myself but I've baked a whole lot of goodies; cupcakes, sugar cookies, punkin-muffins, and frosted carrots!" Pinkie said enthusiastically, ignoring her own scream like nothing had happened.

"Hi Pinkie. Honestly, I don't know what I want...maybe one of each? It all sounds pretty good." Anon replied.

"SURE!" Pinkie yelled, and in a flash she was gone. The next moment she had returned with each treat arranged on a plate.

"Dig in, Nonny!" Pinkie said, offering the plate. Anon wasn't especially fond of the nickname, but he didn't complain; whenever Pinkie used a strange pet name, Anon simply bastardized Pinkie's in turn.

"Thanks, Ponk!" Anon yelled, before stuffing his face.

"That'll be 8 bits please!" Pinkie said with a big grin. Anon reached into his pocket and noticed his wallet was missing.

"Awww poop; I think I left my wallet at Fluttershy's..." Anon said.

"Nonny! Watch your language." Pinkie said in a serious tone, stifling a giggle.

Anon sometimes forgot that even by magical friendship horse world standards, Pinkie was actually pretty conservative. Growing up on a rock farm will do that to a pony, Anon supposed.

"Sorry Panky. Is it okay if I work off the debt? I can help you bake; you seem like you have your hooves full" Anon offered.

Pinkie thought for a moment and said "Well sure, that'd be swell! I'll just work at the front counter while you bake some more treats. We need donuts. Could you maybe make some plain glazed donuts, and a couple dozen cream filled? You can make a few dozen of your choice, too."

"No problem!" Anon proclaimed. Anon didn't do much back on Earth aside from watch cartoons, masturbate, and eat. However, because of his personal love for eating, he had taught himself how to cook, and he had worked in many different kitchens in his old life. Sure, he usually got fired for jerkin' in the bathroom on his breaks, but no one would deny his skill in the kitchen.

Anon got right to work, and started making donuts. He made some glazed, cream filled, jelly filled, a few dozen cake icing-topped donuts with various colors, and then made a few powdered donuts for good measure. Anon laughed to himself; the powdered donuts really did look like Rarity's butthole. Suddenly Pinkie burst into the kitchen.

"Whatcha laughin' at, Nonny?" Pinkie asked.

"Oh...well...what's this remind you of?" Anon asked, holding up a fresh, white powdered donut.

Pinkie stood there with a perplexed look. Anon then made a toot noise with his mouth. Pinkie started grinning slowly, a slight blush appearing on her face.

"Hahaha! Nonny, that's gross!" Pinkie laughed out loud, snorting at the end, "I'll never look at powdered donuts the same again."

"Or Rarity's anus" Anon replied in a deadpan manner. Pinkie's laughter filled the room, with occasional snorts that Anon was beginning to think were super cute.

"Oh man," Anon thought, "I didn't even intend to come here to sex up Pinkie today...but those laughing snorts are giving me a boner..."

Anon looked over at the cake icing donuts he had made, eyeing up the pink ones in particular. He grabbed one.

"What's this remind you of, Ponkster?" Anon asked, holding up a pink icing donut.

Pinkie's laughter subsided, and turned to a hushed giggle.

"Don't tease me, Anon" Pinkie squeaked.

"That's not teasing...this is teasing." Anon took the pink donut to his mouth and began to lick around the outer ring. He then plunged his tongue through the open hole. Anon could see Pinkie's blush darken to a crimson.

"Would you care to sample my fine baking skills, Pinkie?" Anon asked through the donut.

"You know I do" Pinkie said in a manner that Anon couldn't decide was knowing or innocent. Pinkie approached Anon slowly, and then went right past him to the stash of donuts he had baked. She began trying one of each. Was she playing hard to get?

"Well, if you're going to sample my treats...I think I'm going to sample yours" Anon said.

"You already tried mine earlieaAaAAAhHH!" Pinkie was startled when Anon plunged his tongue into her puffy pink marehood.

"Anon! What are you doing to me?" Pinkie asked, again in a tone that Anon didn't recognize as knowing or innocent.

"I'm just sampling the best baker in Ponyville's best treat!" Anon answered before plunging his tongue back into her sugary but sour nethers.

"I don't know Nonny...your donuts are pretty good" Pinkie said, before stifling a chuckle and a snort. This goofy horse knew exactly what was up.

Anon refrained from eating out Pinkie's now winking horse pussy. Pinkie turned around and gave him a look that seemed to ask "why are you stopping?" Anon locked eyes with Pinkie, "Why don't we take a break and I'll show you first-hand some of my personal baking secrets?"

"Let's go upstairs to my room, " Pinkie said, her breath quickening "and bring some donuts."

Pinkie bounced out of the kitchen, and upstairs to her room in a flash. Anon grabbed a dozen icing donuts. He got an idea and dropped his pants to hide the baker's dozenth on his engorged member before walking carefully upstairs.

Pinkie bounded back out of her room, yelling "OH MY GOSH I ALMOST FORGOT!"

She rushed to the front door and switched the open sign to "out to lunch." She bounded back up the stairs and into her room before Anon was even halfway up.

"Horse Apples!" Pinkie yelled before bounding back down again.

"Oh God! What is it this time?" Anon thought to himself, walking slowly and deliberately up the stairs to avoid destroying the donut on his dick hidden under his pants.

Pinkie rushed back downstairs and turned off all the ovens, including the one Anon was using to make donuts.

"You trying to burn the building down, Anon?"

There was a long pause.

"It's hot enough already with you here!" She snorted as she darted back upstairs bouncing at the entrance of her room as Anon finally arrived through the threshold. Inside, Pinkie's room was cute and pink and sweet; just like her.

"I see you brought a dozen" Pinkie observed.

"Yeah, but you're a VIP customer. You get a baker's dozen!" Anon said, knowing what he was hiding. Pinkie smiled and counted the donuts in the box. With her gaze in the donut box, Anon dropped his pants.

"Hey, what kind of scam are you trying to pull, there's only twel" Anon cut Pinkie off mid sentence by abruptly and not at all sexily shoving his dick in her face, with the 13th donut around the base.

"I'm a man of my word, PinkIIIIEEEE~" It was Pinkie's turn to cut off Anon. She had already begun fellating him, licking and sucking and otherwise gobbling his dick to get at the baker's special treat. She was also snorting intermittently; clearly she thought Anon's little surprise was funny. Anon looked down to watch Pinkie going to town on his donut dick. He liked what he saw...but he wanted to see something else.

"Pinkie, I appreciate that you think I'm a solid baker," Anon said.

"Sholid...heh heh, good one, Nonny" Pinkie snorted with a mouth full of dick.

"Ahem, yes. I appreciate your praise, but you deserve more than any pony. Why, your talent at donut-making is unsurpassed. I've had my eye on yours all day..." Anon said, raising and lowering his eyebrows repeatedly.

"mmmh but Nonny, I didn't make any donuts today..." Pinkie said in a pondering tone. Suddenly Anon picked the pink pony up, turning her upside down with a sudden hoist, leaving her head still dangling near his privates.

"I'm talking about this amazing donut right here" Anon proclaimed. He began prodding Pinkie's puckered butthole, which truly resembled a little pink donut. He began with a single finger. Pinkie snorted and giggled again, but resumed suckling on Anon's nearly donutless dick again in her newfound upside-down position.

"I've been waiting to taste this particular delicacy of Sugar Cube Corner for some time..." Anon said. After a bit more poking and prodding with a finger, then two, Anon resolved to take the true taste test.

"AHHhhhmmmhmmhmhm" Pinkie yelled and then clamped down on Anon's dick again as she stifled more laughs.

As he ate out Pinkie's ponut, Anon was again reminded of how good these technicolor horses tasted. Pinkie's anus was honest to goodness not that much different than an actual strawberry donut, and only slightly tasted like a barn.

Pinkie let off Anon's dick with a pop, "When are you going to give me the cream filling anon?"

"All in due time, Pinkie my dear. The best kind of baking is on a slow burn" Anon said, continuing the baking entendres.

He flipped Pinkie around and gave her a big kiss, exchanging all sorts of fluids and sugars as their tongues wrestled. Anon threw her to the bed with a "pomf."

"Ahh! What are we going to do on the bed, Nonny?" Pinkie asked.

Anon didn't get the reference and handed her the box of donuts "Pinkie, we are going to make baking history."

Anon pointed at his dick and motioned for Pinkie to throw donuts at them.

"OH! I love ring toss!" Pinkie yelled. Less than 2 seconds later, Pinkie had tossed half a dozen donuts perfectly around Anon's dick.

"Good Lord, Pinkie...how much ring toss do you play to be this good?" Anon asked, equal parts impressed and confused.

"Oh, didn't you know? I'm an Equestrian ring toss champion! And I get lots of practice at all the parties I throw! I'm pretty good at horse-shoes too" Pinkie explained.

"That...actually makes good sense, Ponk...but enough of that, we're going to make my famous top-secret recipe: a super cream filled lucky number 7 Pinkie supreme." Anon stated with an air of mystery.

"How do we do that, Nonny?" Pinkie asked, intrigued.

"Like...THIS!" Anon quickly grabbed the pink mare and she playfully struggled to get away, but Anon held fast and turned her around, lining himself up and then...

"AhhahaaaaAAAAANONNN!" Pinkie cried out.

Anon plunged his dick into her puckered but recently lubricated poop chute. The six donuts compressed together as he inched further in, like an accordion. In fact, the motion was so similar Anon half expected an actual accordion noise to escape, but figured it's for the best that it didn't...wouldn't want to remind Ponk of that waifu stealing Cheese Sandwich.

Anon regained focus, looking at the cartoon physics that kept the donuts perfectly preserved while he pounded her perfectly plump pony posterior.

"Nonny! This is amazing!" Pinkie panted, "You really may be the best baker in Equestria!"

"Nonono. I'm just lucky to have such good ingredients, and a great teacher," Anon said. Pinkie actually blushed at that cornball line; what a goofball.

"BUT NOW WE NEED MILK!" Anon shouted.

Anon reached forward suddenly and grabbed for Pinkie's pert teats. He kneaded them and pinched them, poked them and prodded them. Anon really had a lot of fun with her crotch tits, is what I'm getting at.

"NONNY" Pinkie yelled, between giggles, "Stop it *snort* or I'm gonna..."

Pinkie released a torrent of mare cum from her winking maregina. Anon could feel the warmness splash against his balls and onto his legs and feet. He sampled the taste; it tasted like pink lemonade, which didn't surprise Anon at all.

"That's some damn fine fresh squeezed Pank lemonade, Ponkie."

Pinkie snorted again in between panting.

"But there's still one ingredient left!" Anon yelled. He doubled his efforts, slamming into and out of her tight but elastic cartoon anus. He watched as her ponut reacted identically to his thrusts as the rest of the donuts. Anon heard Pinkie begin breathing heavily again and he felt himself edging towards climax.

"Here comes the cream filling you wanted!" Anon yelled. Pinkie came again in response, releasing another torrent of mare jizz all over the damn place. The lewd noise of it all sent Anon over the edge, and he came deep inside her bowels. God damn, that was the weirdest sex Anon had ever had...subjectively.

"Nonny, that was the most romantic love making I've ever had...objectively. Let's get married!" Pinkie yelled.

Before Anon could react, Pinkie had released her ponut's grip on him, turned around, and was suckling on the exposed tip of his wilting man-sausage, coaxing out one last shot of cream filling down her throat. She snorted and began eating the 6 remaining donuts.

"This is delicious, Nonny. Do you have any other secret recipes you can show me?"

To be continued...

Not right now, sorry.

Author's Note

Note: this is the Pinkie story I wrote on /mlp/ in a greentext format. Presented here in a modified format to fit with the standards of fimfiction and within the loose rules of my ongoing story.

Part 2 will be here before the new year. In fact, I'm going to try to finish part 2 of this chapter and likely finish RD's two parter, and possibly even AJ's as well by next week. I'm going to try and get the mane six done before the end of January, but don't hold me to that, please. Then it's just Derpy and any other bonus mares I can coax myself into. Spoilers: they won't be surprising. In fact, it will probably follow established tropes like Lyra loving humans, Princess Celestia and Luna being eager to please an exotic foreign diplomat, and maybe even some stupid Zecora rhyme sexing. I won't lie; I usually brainstorm this shit while jerkin' it to pony pron, and I've been doing that a lot recently.