As if the memories of that day came back to her.
It was a clear, sunny day, filled with breeze. He was talking to her about his foalhood and how he would have never become popular without her. She listened to him, at first suspiciously, but soon with more curiosity. And it seemed like they were alone, separated from anypony else.
“I gotta go. My friends are waiting for me!” Pinkie said fearfully.
“No, wait!” he stopped her.
And when she didn’t expect it, he held her close to himself and kissed her on the cheek. Her heart throbbed forcefully, as he kissed her mane, eyes, mouth and neck, and then he lowered his head down to her lush, swollen breasts. Her whole body shivered of indescribable longing and she hugged him tight.
“Cheese Sandwich,” Pinkie whispered half-audibly.
That afternoon she gave him her heart, soul and body. And she didn’t care that she was being washed, neither that she was too sensitive. No, she didn’t even care for the blood that was dripping from her young womb; for she got all the love a stallion can give a mare – as well as a dose of his thick semen.
After she woke up on the wet grass in the evening, he was nowhere to be found. He had gone out of her life, forever, like a stranger he actually was, given that she had known him for less than a day. And he stole her heart and virginity and went to unknown lands. The only thing that he left her with was an old rubber chicken.
How many sleepless nights that little pony spent, making the pillow wet with her tears and not being able to admit that that stallion was just a passerby in her life!
Maybe she just had to forget him and find herself a boyfriend. Exactly, a stallion that will love her with whole his heart, will not leave her, and will know her.
But, despite her being only thirteen years old, she still craved for her first stallion; Cheese Sandwich.
However, days, weeks and months passed, and it was as if nothing had happened. And so tide hid and suppressed the evidence of sorrow in Pinkie’s heart, but it didn’t wipe out the feeling of emptiness. Deep in her heart, although she wasn't able to confess it to anypony – let alone herself – Pinkie still felt hope that she would meet Cheese again.
(Strange creatures are those little mares; for some reason, they almost always fall in love with stallions that they spend their first night – or, in this case, day – with. That's so silly, that it seems humanlike!)
Three years later, immersed in her thoughts, Pinkie Pie was listening to the gentle breeze and the chirping of birds. It was a late spring, which would soon give way to summer, her favorite season. For in summer the first loves are being born, and in summer they die. She felt an unusual peace in her soul. Everything was wrapped up in silence.
All of a sudden, darkness fell on her eyes.
“Guess who!”
She suddenly felt fear, which penetrated every part of her body. She took a deep breath, turned around and saw – him – Cheese Sandwich.
She became speechless.
That eternal smile was still on his face. His dense, curly dark brown mane fell down to his rump and swayed in the wind, and his grassy green eyes were shining like the May sun.
She screamed and fell on the ground.
He became horrified and called her name.
When she finally came to her sense, she uttered his name, “Cheese!”
“Pinkie, I came for Boneless.”
She looked at him, bewildered.
“You came here just for a common rubber chicken?!” she screamed.
“To be exact, I was thinking about the fact that I left him to you, as a keepsake, and I decided it was a wrong move. You must forget me and live your life. You’re young; very young.”
She couldn’t believe it. And above all, she didn’t want to accept it.
“You’re young, too! You’re only nineteen!” yelled Pinkie.
The bright smile on his face faded.
“But, I was your first stallion and we had known each other for just a day. And everything else… When you think about it, won’t you agree that we made a mistake?”
She was silent.
He was right.
She had been only thirteen, on her menstrual period, known that stallion for less than a day, and they had sex; with no protection and interruption. She had acted like a bitch. Actually, like a whore.
But, she loved him.
“I don’t agree with you, because I've loved you enough to give all of myself to you. And I don’t care about anything! I still love you!” And she kissed him on the mouth. The taste of his mouth brought back so many memories, and she suddenly felt weakness in her legs.
“I love you, too,” he replied.
“Then follow me,” whispered the young mare, casting a sidelong glance at the stallion.
He watched her while she was hopping on the fragrant green meadow, where colorful flowers grew and butterflies flied. She stopped by a tall tree, from whose lowest branch a swing was swaying. Then she sat down, smiling.
“Come on, Cheese, come!” her voice called to him.
The young stallion approached the little mare, while his heart was pounding like a drum.
“Make me sway!” she said, and her deep sky blue eyes shined with a light of innocent joy of a foal.
And he made her sway.
Pinkie was floating through the fresh spring air, as if she had become a pegasus. On her left side she saw Cheese Sandwich, who was watching her curiously.
Soon she slowed down and said, “Let’s play!” and her eyes shined again, but this time it was a certain mysterious glow, as if she had coined a secret plan. It was a flame of lust that was burning in her blue eyes.
She stopped swaying completely and called him to come to her. And when their eyes met, she began to caress his mane.
“What do you want?” Cheese asked.
“I want you to kiss me down there, while I’m swinging.”
Cheese couldn’t believe his pony ears, which drooped for he felt ashamed. However, the fire in Pinkie’s eyes was simply inviting him to touch her.
Pinkie started rocking gently. When she approached Cheese, he put his muzzle to her crotch and kissed it passionately. Each time he did it, he was followed by her moans and you couldn’t tell who was enjoying themselves better.
The sun was setting behind the high hills, shadows began to dance on the lush meadow and the flowers smelled intoxicating, when Cheese, having taken a deep breath, found Pinkie’s swollen clitoris. He looked at it, admiring its frail beauty, and then gently touched it with his hoof. Pinkie cried, carried away by a voluptuous spasm. Cheese looked her in the eyes, as if he wanted to absorb that shine, and – sucked her clit.
“AAH!!” moaned Pinkie.
Cheese was in heaven while he was drinking the sweet nectar that was running down Pinkie’s legs and the wooden seat of the swing.
Suddenly, her whole body started shaking, and sweet, thick, whitish juice splashed Cheese’s ruddy face.
The sun had almost set down when Cheese, his eyes filled with orgasmic tears, put his head in Pinkie’s lap, and she caressed his long, curly brown mane.
“That was wonderful!” they both agreed.
