Author's Note

Well... It's been awhile. Without delaying any further, here is the long awaited update to Pinkie's Cupcake. I know it's kind of short but that's only because the next natural spot to stop is WAAY down the line. The next chapter is already half written and will be the longest one yet, hopefully it won't be months in between updates...

If you're curious about what's been going on with me, read the author notes on the newest update of Adventure Awaits. In tiny-er nut shell. Life sucks, get a helmet.

Trying to write in the present tense... Let me know how I do...

Also a short clop scene. I think it's my first attempt at it... I don't remember anymore.

As always,

Enjoy.

Don't go cupcake. *Clop*

Time passes in a haze of pink giggles. Any trepidation James might have had over his relationship with Pinkie Pie is all but forgotten. His own worries, the conversation with Rarity; all being valid points or not, is far from his mind. Her every kiss and every touch is as electric as the first one. Truth is, he couldn't get enough. As cliche' as it sounds, his life is a dream. What existence he had before coming to Equestria wasn't a bad one, just ordinary. He had relationships, good and bad. He had a family, friends and even enemies, but it all seemed so distant now. Now he had someone, well, somepony who he loved and who loved him back. No wondering or worrying if they felt the same way, no hidden agendas or secrets. Ponies possess a strange, lets call it ability. They keep all of their emotions on the surface, it's liberating. He often thinks to himself what his life would be like if he never came to know this wonderful place. He sighs and recalls his first few weeks here. His mind had been clouded with uncertainty, fear and above all, loneliness. He was/is the only human in the world.

Just like everyday since she got her Cutie mark, Applejack woke just in time to see Celestia's sun rise over the hills just outside of her ponyville. Her morning routine consisted of a light breakfast, a good mane and teeth brushing and a light trot to the barn to warm up her well honed apple bucking legs. Today however something was amiss. The door to her barn was shut like usual, but the well worn wooden latch was strangely turned to the unlocked position. Letting out a inquisitive grunt, she thought back to yesterday. She was the last one in the barn right? Big Mac was watching the stand all afternoon. Applebloom was at Sweetie's all week. Heck, granny doesn't come down here unless she's fetching us. "So just what could..." She furrowed her eyes and slowly eased the door open just enough to fit her head inside. She wasn't really worried about what could be in the barn, in her day she had found all sorts of critters that had wandered their way in there. She had even found a timber wolf puppy that had got lost in a blizzard and was just looking for refuge from the cold. Strange though, they usually found a way in through a missing plank or a broken window. That couldn't be the case this time, she had just finished repairing it a few days ago. A fresh coat of red paint and everything. Thinking nothing of it, she peaked her head inside, casting her eyes from left to right. Barrels, crates, the old wagon that had been with her family since her parents were alive. Her gaze drifted to the ladder that lead to the loft, she froze as she caught a glimpse of movement. "Hey now, I see you back there! This's the Apple's family's barn. Ya'll ya ain't 'posed to be in here." She held her breath but heard no nothing in reply. She figured somepony was playing a prank and expected to see them laugh and joke about how they almost scared the un-scare-able AJ but still, after 5 minutes of silent waiting, she heard no sounds at all from the barn. "This ain't funny now. I've got work to do and I can't be havin' somepony running around my barn while I'm doin' it, so why don't you-" The words fail in her throat as another pair of eyes stare back from the darkness.

Applejack froze, every hair on her body stood at attention as she saw a head slowly take shape, peering back at her through the grain dust and early morning air. The creature had a pale flat face and its eyes didn't possess the normal sheen that most animals had when seen in the dark. It was hunched over, where its hooves should of been was a pair of strange fleshy claws covered in some strange red liquid... One word ran through her mind... "Nope."

Applejack let out a scream causing the creature to let out a yell of its own. It leapt from behind the ladder and sprinted on two legs toward the barn entrance. "It knows this is the only way out!" Applejack's mind screamed as she forced her terrified form to move. In an instant, she stepped backward and slammed the door shut and leaned her shoulder against the old wood. Her heart was racing as she felt the weight of the strange creature crash against the door. With her hooves trembling beyond anything she had ever experienced before, she managed to twist the wooden lock back into place, trapping the creature inside the sturdy walls of her family's barn.

With all the racket she had made plus the added bonus of Big Mac being a light sleeper, it wasn't long before he made his way down to the barn and, through her trembling, had told him all that she had experienced. If it were any other pony he might have been more skeptical but his sister was as truthful as they come and was no stranger to the weird things that came out of the Everfree from time to time. Big Mac slowly nodded his head to nopony in particular, it was just a habit he had while his brain was working. "Okay sis. I'll stay here and watch the barn. You run to town and grab Miss Twilight, she'll know what to do." AJ tried to protest but was quickly stopped by her brother's massive raised hoof. "There ain't nothing in this here barn that I can't handle on ma' own, now go on before it finds another way out."

With a nod and a tip of her stetson, Applejack galloped as hard as she could towards Twilight's castle home.

His brief glimpse into his past is cut off by the sound of Pinkie's bouncing hooves at his front door. He smiles as he sees her sneaking a peak at him through his front porch window. He chuckles to himself as she opens the door with a smile and walks to his place on the couch. Silently, James motions for a hug. She hops up on his lap, sitting face to face with him. Without a word, she closes her eyes and leans in, placing her nose to his. He closes his own eyes and breathes in, enjoying her 'fresh from the bakery' smell. He doesn't need to see to know that she was smiling too. Well, she was always smiling, but he could tell that this one was only for him.

He runs his hands and fingers across her ears and down her neck, letting her mane fall through his grasp. She sighs and moves, nuzzling the side of his face. He tries to move back so he can kiss her but she sticks to him, not wanting to relinquish their contact, he's laughs and is happy to oblige. James always enjoys the affection she shows. Even though she has very little experience on that front, she always has a way of making him swoon like a teenage girl. They sit there together as the last rays of the sun fade with the day. Pinkie slowly moves back and looks him in the eye and giggles. "Hello Jamesy."

"Hey baby." He smiles back, his hands making soft circles on ticklish sides. She tries to resist but begins to squirm and bats his hand away.

"Jamesy, you know I'm ticklish!" She playfully scolds him.

He gives he a mischievous grin. "I know, I had to do something! You come in here and knock me off my feet every day with those, that and these!" He points to her lips, smile and hooves. "This the only way I can get you back... Plus, you know I was just thinking about you."

"Oh yeah?" She moves a hoof to his chest and starts drawing little shapes of her own.

"Mmhmm." He hums, now rubbing her neck. "Just thinking about how lucky you are to have me." He stretches his arms up nonchalantly, peaking at her to see her reaction. His punishment is swift and effective. She reaches down with her hooves and attacks his exposed sides. He squawks and tries to retaliate but she is dug in too tight.

"P..P..Pinkie, you, AH, win! Stop, stop!" After a few moments of blissful torture, she lets up and he thinks his punishment is over... until she sinks her teeth into his fleshy neck.

He sucks air through his teeth. "That is so not fair Pinkie Pie, you know what that does to me." She hums, looking up at him, smiling through the bite. Not to be out done, he reaches down with both hands to her Cutie Mark and squeezes. It wasn't her number one spot but he got the message across. She moans through her nose and involuntarily shuts her eyes, enjoying the sensation. "Pinkie, it's only gonna get worse from here if you don't let me go." She smiles again, but instead of letting go, she sinks her teeth in harder, eliciting another pleasured grunt from her colt-friend.

That's the way you wanna play it mare? Okay, I'll play your game. James reaches further back and digs in harder, causing Pinkie to moan a little bit louder. He is getting agonizingly closer to her tail, which in his mind had a giant 'pull to activate' sign on it. He inches closer and wraps is hand around it. James doesn't even need to pull before she shutters and wraps both of her forelegs around his neck.

"Does that mean I win?" James asks, readying his celebration dance. Pinkie raises her eyes to meet his... She reaches and holds his face still with a hoof and speaks so he couldn't misunderstand.

"Pull H-Harder..ahh." James doesn't let her finish her sentence. He pulls slow and steady, causing her head to buck backward and cry into the ceiling. She smashes her lips into his, pulling his head greedily into hers. Their lips move together, both giving and taking. They sit on the very spot that had been there when this whole journey started. James couldn't help but smile at this fact. Pinkie was smiling too, but for a different reason... she's done with the games. Call her a selfish pony if you wanted too, she doesn't care. James had what she wanted and she needed it... bad.

"James, please... I don't know how much longer I can tell myself NO." Pinkie managed to gasp between passionate kisses.

James grabs the aggressive mare and pulls her ear close to his lips. He whispers that one thing she had wanted to hear since that first night.
"...So don't."

She groans at the implications of his words. He wanted her. He gave her the permission to do what she pleased and she was not a pony to let down her friends. In a love drunk haze, James struggles to help his marefriend with his clothes. First the shirt, the only one he had from his world. It's unceremoniously tossed to the side. His pants and boxers went next. These were made by Rarity who offered to make him clothes on a whim. She called it an "Opportunity to expand her fashion repertoire." He doesn't mind, nor did he care at this point. He was just how Pinkie wanted him: Naked, horny and all hers. Pinkie paws and reaches for his erect manhood. "Please Jamesy." Pinkie whispers. "Please, I need it. Please."

He almost broke... almost. He pushed the head of his member right up to her heated lips before, painfully, steadying himself. "No, not yet."

She whines, almost in pain at his teasing. Little does she know, he is aching too. His caveman instincts are screaming at him to make her his, but after zen like meditation, he resists. He instead moves his kisses from her lips to her neck. She resists at first, using her back legs to grip onto his hips; trying to make him rut her but he's far stronger than he looks both mentally and physically. He trails tiny kisses and nibbles down her neck to her chest. She squirms under his caresses, her moans still begging him to stop what he was doing and fill her. In one motion, he wraps her up in his arms and places her gently on her back. She tries to protest by bucking her hips toward his but once he got his face between her legs she finally lets go of her resistance and gives into his will. In the past, James loved going down on girls. He loved the way they squirmed and grabbed at anything in a futile attempt to gain control, only to find that just motivated him more. Pinkie was no different.
He starts by planting small nibbles around the inside of her thighs. She grabs helplessly at the couch and his head, searching for something to help her. He grins at her flailing, knowing he is on the right track. In one motion he draws his tongue up the crook of her thigh, finishing the lick with a light chomp right next to her mare-hood. Pinkie's arches her back, her hooves flexing behind his head in response, attempting to bury his face in deeper. This feels like nothing she had ever experienced before and he knew it. James pressed the advantage he had, loving every moment he could make his marefriend quake. She smelles amazing, intoxicating. Her moans and scent are promises of things to come.

"Please James, no more. I can't take anymore." Pinkie pleads.

He smiles at his mare and plants a long slow kiss on her lips. "Okay Pinkie, I think we've both waited long enough."

She quickly turns to her stomach. James quickly leans back to avoid the flurry of hooves that almost connects with his head. He laughs internally. That would be my luck. She looks over her shoulder and moves her tail to the side, exposing herself to him.

Despite how unbelievably hot the situation is, James isn't going to let his first time with his mare-friend be done like well... animals.
He smiles and sits next to her on the couch. She looks at him with agony before he motions for her to come closer.

"No more teasing Jamesy, you are going to RUT me, no excuses!"

James smiles greedily. "And I am going to, but I want to look into your eyes the first time Pinkie Pie, that's all."

"You're serious?" She asks, eyeballing him over her shoulder. James feels a ting of regret and embarrassment for a moment but nods. Is this not what she wanted? Did she just want to be done dirty? I thought it would be romantic... Pinkie slides over his lap, resting right over top of his waiting manhood.

He feels a delicate kiss on his lips and looks up to the waiting eyes of Pinkie Pie. "I love you James." Those four words hit him square in the heart. He reaches up and holds her face. "I love you Pinkie. Ready?" She answers by locking eyes with him and lowering herself down.

She silently bites her bottom lip at the wonderful pain his tip causes as it penetrates her flower for the first time. James groans in agreement, he wasn't even half way in and already she threatened to squeeze the cum out of him. She slowly hilts herself never loosing track of her colt-friend's soulful brown eyes.

"Oh my God Pinkie." He groans

"James..."

She buries her face into his neck and starts to rock back and forth, feeling his shaft move deep inside her. She moans and wines into his chest, causing James to rock opposite of her. They quickly get in a rhythm. James holds her waist with one hand and a grip of her mane in the other; while pinkie has both of her forelegs wrapped around his neck and her head buried in his neck, holding on for dear life. She picks up speed, completely lost in her bliss.

"Pinkie... Have to...slow down... I'm close." He whispers into her ear.

She just shakes her head 'No'. Whatever monster had a hold of his mare friend was not going to let go anytime soon.

James grins and leans his head back, trying his best to hold in his seed. He feels her grow tighter around is cock, it won't be long now. Small squeaks begin to erupt from Pinkie's opened mouth. She feels a heat rise up from her loins. She tries to fight it at first but is soon taken over by it.

"Pinkie, I'm cumming."

She manages to answer between cries. "Gh..Inside." His whole body flexes as he climaxes. She continues to ride him through every pulse of his cock, milking the sticky substance deep inside her. He holds her tight as his breath catches in his throat. His face contorts into a mix of pain and pleasure as he watches Pinkie crashes into her first orgasm. What starts as a pressure, explodes like a firework into every nerve of her body. She pants and screams into his embrace, writhing on top of him. He holds her close as the shutters slowly subside. Pinkie brings her half-lidded eyes up to meet his. If she didn't love him before, all it would have took was those eyes of his staring back at her to change it. She leans in and gives him a long aching kiss. No words exchange, no words are needed. The rest of the evening, the pair slow fall out of euphoria and into post-coital bliss.