Pinkie's lust

At last the store closed late in the afternoon, longer than the owners had suggested. A sudden burst of ponies had decided to order something in the bakery at the last possible moment. Or in other words: observe Jack and seeing a relaxed Pinkie at his side, realizing the monster they thought living with her now was nothing to be afraid of.

Man and pony had a splendid time together. They had dinner and talked about nothing more than useless rumours and Pinkie’s party experience. The more Jack stayed with the pink storm, the more he seemed to accept the idea of him living here in case he couldn’t get back the way he came. His fate wouldn’t be terrible were he to live here.

All was good, finally. The words and advice Rarity gave him were constantly coming back to him although he still wasn’t really sure about him taking on that advice. Two species having some sort of loving relationship together. He constantly thought about the horses he knew from his world. Those giant animals doing nothing but eating. But these creatures were nothing like the farm bound animals he knew and slightly feared. These creatures had a lot of humane features and the more time he was together with them the more he noticed his conversations were just like they were with humans. And then it hit him. His live really hadn’t changed all that much, and what had changed were all good.

He finally started relaxing and thinking about a future here. Who he would possibly share his days with. Twilight? Pinkie? Maybe even Rarity if she was interested and most importantly, in her league. That was, until evening hit…

He was finishing up business in the store and had convinced Pinkie to retreat herself to her “personal quarters” with the promise of joining her when he’d finished his tasks that were originally Pinkie’s. He felt lively after their dinner. She was nice, hyper as she was, something he wanted her to be as long as she could. It was her trademark feature so to say. And he wanted it to stay that way. The food had been amazing and she generally was a great cook. Him feeling lively and happy were probably the cause of her skills in the kitchen.

When he finished cleaning the last plate one of the customers had used, he went upstairs, half expecting Pinkie to rush at him as he walked through the hallway on the second floor. But that didn’t happen. Everything was quiet. No songs that were sung by her musical voice he adored, no creaking of wood due to her jumping. It was like she wasn’t there altogether. But she was…

Once Jack opened the door to her room everything went extremely fast. He had set two steps on the pink carpet when he heard the door lock behind him. A crisp click, all that was necessary to spring the trap Pinkie had set for him.

Jack turned around and saw Pinkie, but not as he remembered her. Next to the door stood a pony whose sadness had turned into total desperation. Her once fluffy hair now hung flat, resting on her shoulders and sticking to her neck. Her once sparkling eyes were now filled with tears. Her cheeks wet, and the carpet beneath him still showing some drops of it that had fallen. She sobbed, cried. Jack was astonished by his discovery that something was wrong with her, something really wrong.

Jack kneeled and desperately tried to make eye contact with her. She connected, then turned them away. She didn’t want him to see her like that. The sudden difference in her behaviour made her insecure about how Jack saw her.

‘I know what you’re thinking,’ she said sobbing, almost hyperventilating.

‘I know that when you think of me you think of the happy pony in town. The one who always smiles,’ she continued, suddenly looking at Jack again. Her blue, watery eyes tense and shuddering.

‘Well maybe during day. When everyone can see me. But when I’m alone that all… disappears…’

‘How long has this been going on?,’ Jack asked confident, with a clear resolution in mind.

‘For as long as…,’ She fell silent.

‘For a long, long time,’ Jack guessed.

‘More than a year.’

‘I’m sorry…,’ Jack said looking at the ground, knowing the mistakes he’d made last night. And knowing the feeling she had as well. He should have known better.

‘Do you?,’ she said. Now with anger in her voice.

‘Are you really sorry for me? After letting me approach you and then shutting me down? After giving me hope, for a cure for this empty feeling? Do you even believe yourself?’

‘Yes I Am. What happened last night wasn’t my intention Pinkamena. Sleep got the better of me last night,’ Jack said softly.

‘It won’t happen again.’

Pinkie, almost collapsing where she stood due to her combination of fear, excitement and sadness, was struck by his knowledge of her full name. Pinkamena wasn’t something she heart very often anymore. But he did.

‘I know, you have been hiding something here Pinkie. Something no pony should find. But am I right if I said you wanted me to find it?’

Pinkie nodded, still sobbing.

‘Why?,’ he asked.

‘Why me of all the males in the village?’

‘Because you’re special!,’ she screamed.

‘Because Twilight and Rarity and…,’ then she stopped talking. She needed to catch her breath.

‘Because…,’ Pinkie started again.

‘Twilight… Sees… something in you… Rarity knows that. That’s why… she wanted to talk… to you!’

‘And you?,’ Jack asked.

‘I see… Those eyes of yours… Burning almost… I fell in love with them…,’ Pinkie said ashamed of what she was showing him. Her feelings towards him. Jack had taken her by storm as much as she had taken him.

‘But why would you take me? Why take me over the princess of Friendship? Or the most beautiful pony? I reckon even princess Celestia wants something with you… And then I get left behind again…,’ she mourned.

‘Show me,’ Jack said remembering his resolution.

‘No! I can’t! I don’t you to…’

‘Show me!,’ he repeated.

Silence filled the room for a couple of seconds.

‘Will you think off me differently? If you saw it?’

‘No. No matter what it is.’

‘Then promise me,’ she said suddenly.

‘Swear it, make a Pinkie promise,’ she lifted her hoof in the air. Waiting for him to connect with her. Touch her, and then melt her…

‘You’ll have to help me with this,’ he stated.

‘Pinkie promises aren’t really a thing from where I come from.’

Pinkie couldn’t resist a small smile besides her dropping of tears. Like a child she cried. Crying for what had been taken away from her, or more likely, what had never even been given to her.

‘I’ll… help you,’ she said as she felt the warm touch of his hand around her leg and hoof. Satisfaction filled her body. His warmth was now her warmth, Pinkie wanted him to just stay this way and never leave. Never move again, even if that didn’t give her full satisfaction. She was together with someone, with a man, even if it wasn’t a pony.

Together they did the Pinkie promise. He made an oath to accept her. And both knew that breaking it would be out of the question. Jack meant what he said. And now she trusted him with that.

He, sadly, let go. Tears swelled up again as her newfound warmth faded away like it had never even been there. Together they walked towards the cupboard besides her bed. Pinkie, now shaking in fear of giving away her secret freely, touched the lid with her hoof. Just one movement would be needed to reveal her true self, who she was at night. But then… She collapsed. Her sadness had taken over

and forced her to let go and jump on her bed. She pushed her face in her pink cushion and started to cry even more than she had done before. But Jack… He had made a promise. To her, and to himself. He wasn’t going to leave her like this anymore. He would open that cupboard. Her task was now his.

Slowly the wooden pieces were sliding over each other. A simple movement that would in mere seconds change Pinkie’s life. He couldn’t bear her sobbing and hyperventilating anymore. Quickly he grabbed the pink object that lay within and recognized it instantly. Now that he knew, his task had grown bigger than ever. She wasn’t dealing with a shortage of attention, but sexual attention.

Jack put his find back where it belonged and slowly closed the cupboard again. He placed himself on her bed besides her shaking body. To know that these creatures were so close to what he knew humans were eased him. And Pinkie would have all of the benefits of that.

‘Now I know,’ he said to her. But she didn’t answer.

‘Now you know,’ she repeated him, sobbing while she did.

‘Why did you want me to find this yesterday?,’ Jack asked looking at the ground.

‘I wanted a chance… A chance to get you,’ Pinkie claimed.

‘If I showed you what you just found. I thought there would be chance for me? I know I didn’t show something last night. I wanted to feel confident for you. Show that I can be better than the other ponies.’

‘By convincing me you could be just as tempting as Rarity?’

Pinkie nodded.

‘And more open than princess Twilight is. But now that you didn’t dare spy on me, even when I told you to do so, I’m not sure I even deserve you,’ she said with her face in the cushion again.

‘I’m sorry… I know I’ve been stupid around you…’

Pinkie looked at him with soaked eyes and sat up straight again. Pony and man sitting in front of each other. Their eyes almost at the same level. Pinkie looked like a total wreck. Her eyes hung down and her hair… He couldn’t bear it anymore.

‘Pinkie,’ he said softly and their eyes met and stuck.

‘I’m sorry,’ was the only thing he could bring out, just before he did something that would bring everything she had lost back…

He kissed her.

And not just a small one, not just on the cheek. Their lips had met and tongues crossed each other’s path. To his surprise, he was the one doing the work, too surprised to move and act. The warmth of

his mouth on hers was overwhelming. But then she reacted, struck back at her now passionate lover. She hugged him and pushed him down on the bed, mouths moving rapidly, hands brushing fur, hoofs touching skin.

Then they let go, and strands of saliva where all that remained of their intimate encounter. She was on top, and he was the one trapped beneath her, Pinkie was beautiful to him. Tears dropped on his cheek as they looked at each other smiling and with passion. Now they were filled with joy, not with sadness and despair. They kissed again. Even more rougher than before. Both were sharing their first time together. And both were happy they hadn’t shared it with another of their own species.

‘So what now?,’ Jack asked tempting as they let go of each other again.

‘I want… I want you to take lead,’ she said, slightly shocking Jack, convinced she would be the one in charge now that her mind had had a chance to recover. No… She wanted him to take control over their bodies. Lead her first time.

He pushed her to his side and she bounced on her mattress. Jack stood up again and almost ripped his shirt of his body. His muscles now even more visible due to sweat and tears. Pinkie looked at his torso with lust. Moaning and now touching herself as she always did at night. But now she didn’t do it to release, but to make ready for his entering.

Then his pants came of, and now he stood naked before a pony he knew roughly twenty-four hours. Presenting his body to her, Touching his member and preparing it just as Pinkie was doing. Both looked at each other with temptation.

He leaned over her. Pinkie slightly shaking with excitement moaned and let go of her old friend, her private parts she expertly knew how to find after months of self-release. His member touched hers and both looked full of expectation at what was going to happen now they were so close.

‘Only with your permission,’ Jack said moaning, holding back from his desires for just a few more seconds.

Then, Pinkie revived as the hyper pony he knew almost in an instant. Her hair grew fluffy again, and her eyes stopped watering. She was back. And then she launched towards him biting his shoulder out of sheer joy. She couldn’t control herself anymore.

‘Finally…,’ she whispered…

Everything went faster and faster and faster and… Man and pony touched each other, felt their lovers bodies in their hands or hooves. One touching soft fur, the other feeling wet skin soaked with sweat. Pinkie’s tongue met with Jack’s again and did their love dance out of instinct. The warmth could almost be felt behind the locked door Pinkie would keep locked until Jack had provided her sexual satisfaction. All of it was perverse, and all of it took place behind the closed curtains of Sugarcube Corner. But it felt so good…

Jack didn’t think about Twilight anymore, as he pushed pinkie flat on her back again, breathing like an animal. He didn’t even think about Rarity’s words anymore. All he saw and thought and heard was Pink and the beauty she presented him. This was all so new to him, so strange. She was nothing like female humans, but still he lusted more for her now than many models he’d seen in magazines and movies. Her wetness could already be seen on the bed sheet, were a small stain was forming beneath her private parts as she waited for Jacks entry.

‘Do it,’ she moaned. And Jack didn’t refuse.

Softly he began to rub his lower member against her soft belly. She trembled of excitement, and couldn’t wait until she finally felt what she had been longing for for almost a year now. Her eyes begged him.

stop wasting time and finally pleasure me.

Then, he found his way in, and her body happily accepted. Her fluids were now mixing with his, his leaking semen, which was already dripping out, or rather, wringed out because of how tight she was. Together they moaned and blushed and waited for each other to make the first move towards a climax. Not really knowing how to go forward, they laughed. They were together now, they would share this moment, even if Jacks future would be without Pinkie. He would always remember this…

He began to thrust his body towards her. First slow, so he could get a feel for her. Experience her. Pinkie’s eyes started to water again. Tears got stuck on cheeks as was forced moved back and forth by Jack’s body. Those tears weren’t sadness, or joy or any emotion whatsoever. She cried because her body got an overload of stimulation, and this was her release, emotions being turned into tears.

Jack began to speed up and Pinkie’s moans followed suit. He didn’t voice himself but his breathing said enough to tell that he had the same wonderful feeling as her. Then, Jack pulled out again. But only to re-position her change how he would pleasure her. He jumped of bed and pulled Pinkie towards the side of the bed where he spread her legs again. Pinkie just let it happen, but when she saw his now full grown member rise up before her she simply couldn’t control herself. She jumped up and flipped and was now laying on her belly instead. And even though she didn’t know how to do it she was still eager to try another sexual dream of hers.

Her two frontal hooves reached out towards him and touched him. She began to stroke him, faster and faster. A sloshy sound that found its origin with the mixed fluids meeting dry skin filled the room. Her touch was firm but not uncomfortable. Jack just stood there and appreciated her little experiment as it happened. And just before he would release and blind fire all of his ammunition, Pinkie staged another one.

She ate him…

Her mouth swallowed his member whole and her tongue was twisting and turning around it, eagerly awaiting fresh warm semen to find its way into her hungry mouth. Even though this was Pinkies first experience with fellatio, she didn’t disappoint. She was talented. Very talented… She bopped up and down and up and down. Letting him penetrate her throat deeper and deeper with each of her thrusts.

But Jack didn’t agree with her decision. This was an act of love towards her. And he would not end it in her mouth.

He gently guided Pinkie’s head as she was bobbing and sucking and slobbering on his lower parts and forced her to subdue her actions and save her hunger for later. He wanted to finish this the right way. Inside her. Not by feeding her, as she had shown to lust for. He turned her around again so her flank stared at him eagerly waiting for a continuation of his loving act. Jack executed the plan he had had before Pinkie had taken action herself. He spread her legs and removed her excited hoof that was rapidly working towards a climax. He pushed himself in her again, and continued their journey to climax simultaneously. A journey that was almost coming to an end now. They were almost there already. After just a few minutes.

His speed reached a maximum, and so did Pinkie’s voice. He could feel her flesh around him tighten up, like it wanted to wring every last drop out like Pinkie had wanted to do with tongue and lips. They were finally here. He could feel it coming. His member felt hot and Pinkie could feel it too. Jack bended forwards and searched for her moving lips and found them. They kissed again, and when they let go Jack looked in her rapidly moving but lustful eyes.

‘Fi… Finish,’ was the only thing she could force her mouth to say during this Exercise of love and trust.

‘Come… In me...,’ Their mouths met again and this time wouldn’t let go for a long time. Jack felt it coming. Mere seconds and a few thrusts were all that stood in his way. He would throw both obstacles aside like they were made of nothing. And there it was. Them finally connecting together. A long, thick spurt launched itself against Pinkie’s hungry womb and set off a chain reaction that would make Pinkie scream in total silence. Desperately trying to keep her climax inside the walls of the bakery Her mouth grew tense and her tongue withdrew when not one but six shots filled up her small vagina completely. Jack released one more, weak spurt and stopped. He’d done it, They’d done it. Their first time together. But unknown to Jack, not their last.

They both collapsed besides each other on the bed, panting, catching their breath before the pink pony would go at it again. Pinkie couldn’t control her laughter after feeling the wonder that was a simultaneous climax, and the powerful feeling it had spurted into her tummy. Her tears dried and her sadness and despair waved away like dark clouds now being replaced by bright ones. It was a joy for Jack to see. To see her being so happy because of what they had done, even though it had been sort of a half job in length.

‘How do you feel?’ He asked her softly.

‘Gre… Great… Thank you,’ she moaned and, to Jacks surprise and mild fear, touching herself again.

Pinkie had what little room she had in her tummy completely filled up. As soon as Jack had pulled out of her, his semen had started to leak out. a thick wave of sticky fluid that gradually slowed down over time. After a minute or so, a tiny white puddle had formed between her legs. Pinkie could feel that departure, the dripping of his warm fluids slowly tingling and dancing its way down by way of

her soft pink fur. She looked with passion at her birth, and was now even more disappointed she didn’t got to taste all of it. She thought it looked like some kind of frosting for the cakes she made. It brought up many ideas all which would fail if the taste wasn’t good.

When she was almost halfway to a new climax caused by touching herself she jumped off her bed and positioned herself so her head would just pop over the edge.

‘What are you doing,’ Jack asked, surprised at her behaviour, surprised but curious that was.
She didn’t react. She looked at Jacks load that now lay on her bed sheet like she was in some kind of trance. This was his first time seeing a man’s fluid with her own eyes and she was stunned that it looked the way it did. Thick and creamy to her, which made it all the more appealing to her. She licked her upper lip in temptation as Jack looked at her, knowing what was coming but not knowing whether to stop it or to embrace it.

She guided the sticky white liquid with one hoof to the other, resting against the bed. Pinkie tried to get all of it from her bed sheet into the natural crevice in her hoof. Pinkie felt the warmth of it and sped up her movement as she wanted it to be nice an hot when she would complete her months old fantasy, one she had had since she had first heard of the concept of it. Now that it was so close, to completion she started to tremble again. Slowly the first drops landed in her crevice just as she had planned. Drop after drop of sticky semen landed on her hoof, for her it was nothing more than filling up her plate. She was preparing her desert after she had had dinner.

The crevice which was an improvised cup was now completely full, and Pinkie’s other hoof, not serving as cup, now had a long string of semen hanging on, not falling down. She positioned that hoof above her now open and watering mouth.

She was ready for this.

Jack looked at her nervously. He thought she was just joking, wanting to clean up the mess they had made. But her eyes said otherwise. And her mouth didn’t lie either.’

‘Are you sure about this Pinkie?,’ Jack said tense. But didn’t listen anymore. She’d been engulfed within her now almost fulfilled fantasy. She didn’t even hear him anymore. All she saw was that long strand of semen hanging from the edge of her hoof, waiting to meet its destination. To be eaten…

She moaned as that strand, that was of relatively little volume, touched her tongue. The warmth it held shot throughout her body as she shuddered with excitement. She closed her mouth and span it around her tongue, tasting it as best she possibly could. Testing if she could do what she wanted to do with her possible new ingredient.

The pink pony closed her eyes as she tasted the mixture of her and his fluid but knew that most of its taste came from him. And she wasn’t disappointed by it, not in the slightest. The taste she got was unlike any other she had had. Sweet, with some traces of salt. The texture Pinkie felt in her mouth made it even more delicious to her. Then, she swallowed what she had been savouring for the last half-a-minute or so. Her gulp could be heard by Jack, whose lower member was now fully grown again and eagerly waiting for the next round.

Pinkie opened her eyes and mouth again with a long exhale of her breath. What she had tasted was just the beginning. Her other hoof had ten times the amount she had just tasted, and if that little of the substance would provide such a satisfying taste, she couldn’t possibly imagine what such an enormous amount would do to her.

She moved that hoof closer to her mouth closing her eyes again and putting her lips on the edge of her limp. Then she had her real desert. Pinkie started to suck the contents out of the crevice into her mouth, but it didn’t go fast enough for her. She wanted all of it and more. She wanted to feel it reach her stomach, wanted to savour the taste that was so strange to her but oh so good. The pink pony opened her mouth that was now halfway filled with semen and let the rest of it drop in there like she had done with the first strand. Some it walked down her frontal leg, tingling and transferring warmth along the way, but most landed where she wanted, directly in her mouth. After most her meal had finally arrived in her mouth, she slurped up the remains that lay in her crevice.

Pinkie showed her deed to her supplier. Her tiny mouth was filled to the brim with his fluids. She savoured every moment of it, every subtle taste and texture. What she tasted was an experience in of itself. Nothing she’d eaten or drunk came close to the treat she had extracted from her newfound lover. She closed her eyes again and swallowed everything with one big gulp. But she wasn’t done yet. Her body and the bed held some leftovers from her meal.

Jack looked with fascination as she was determined to find every last drop of his seed and consume it. She licked her leg and let her tongue absorb and embrace the long string of semen that was stuck to her short, pink fur. She slurped up whatever she missed. Her crevice. The leftovers from the first string she’d eaten. Even the bed sheet met the soft and controlled touch of her tongue. Pinkie touched her lower parts and pushed out everything she’d left inside her womb. Like some semen dispenser the last remains of his good intentions came spurting out and found its way into Pinkies stomach, where, in her opinion, it all belonged in the first place…

Finally she was done and looked at Jack silently thanking him for the meal she had received from him.

‘That… was good…,’ she moaned before she saw Jack’s lower member again, now fully ready for another round of play.

Pinkie jumped on the bed again and rushed Jack just as he wanted to get up. She pushed him down again. And planted her belly against her very own personal sperm producing machine.

‘You want more? Don’t you?,’ He asked her, already knowing the answer she would give.

‘I don’t want more… I want all of it…,’

To his surprise she jumped off again. And trotted towards the door which she threw open.

‘You aren’t going anywhere,’ Pinkie said rushing back towards the bedside before finally leaving and rushing downstairs. She was now the old Pinkie again. Revived due to her new sexual experience and the new taste she’d discovered. Her eyes were more mischievous than ever. She had a plan, and Jack would be a part of it.

The wooden stairs creaked as the excited pink pony hasted though the hallway again. She stormed into the room and stopped just before Jack. She’d been holding a large, round bowl between her teeth which she now dropped on her floor. She jumped on Jack again and took his large member between her hooves and started to stroke it like she did before. The sloshy sound was now softer, but still ever present. Jack moaned out of pleasure as the soft but firm touch of her pink hooves started to wring out the leftovers from his first shot. Pinkie saw it, but didn’t pay attention to them. She wanted the big reward first, the leftover could wait.

‘You better have more for me!,’ she said smiling.

Then she stopped stroking his now already twitching cock and leaned forward so their faces met.

‘I’m hungry for what you have in there!,’ Pinkie said gesturing to her glorified semen-dispenser

‘You’re the most tasty thing I had for a loooong while.’

Pinkie stated moaning while licking her lips one more time before sucking on the tip softly.

‘What if I don’t have more?,’ Jack moaned.

Pinkie stopped her movement and rose up again with an exaggerated ‘aah,’ leaving strands of saliva dangling between him and her mouth, that she quickly slobbered back into her mouth for future use.

‘Well, Then you better make some for me! That door is shut until I’ve had my fill of you!,’ he heard her say as she started stroking his lower part again.

‘We’re going to make up for lost time,’ then she dived right in again.

Her head crash-landed on the tip and her tongue caught most the blow. She had him where she wanted him, in her mouth. Pinkie’s tongue slithered and slobbered on his member with great agility. The feeling of her sucking everything he had hidden in there, stimulating his release, was something he wouldn’t forget for long while he reckoned. She bobbed up and down, now and then catching her breath, pulling off her partners shaft and slithering her tongue with a sloshing sounds from the bottom to the tip of his cock.

Pinkie was visually enjoying it, but Jack wasn’t comfortable seeing her eating his payload and now lusting for more of it. He couldn’t imagine it being as good as she made it to be. But apparently to her, the stuff was delicious. The thought that Pinkie knew she could always get more scared him. That bowl that rested besides her on the ground stood there for a reason.

Then, all of a sudden, he was ready. And Pinkie would reveal all to him. His tool began to twitch and spasm as his second climax began. But Pinkie had been faster than him in noticing that and pulled off with a loud smack and lip licking that could be heard in the form of loud slurping as she collected all the juicy, leaked semen stuck all over her mouth. She grabbed the bowl, roughly the same diameter as a melon, with both of her hooves and positioned it quickly beneath her lover that was preparing to come a second time.

‘In here,’ she moaned to him all the while licking her lips still cleaning up his spilled load.

Jack did as he was commanded. He took over from Pinkie and started to stoke his own member now. His second climax began, and another thick, white string of, to Pinkie delicious, warm semen threw itself out his body and into Pinkie’s bowl of glass. The compound landed with force and worked its way up the edge in order to lose its remaining speed, only to fall down again and rest in the centre of it. After the first came a second, and after the second the third. Every shot as good as the last to Pinkie. She watched her glorified dinner plate fill up spurt by spurt as Jack worked as hard as he could to give, what Pinkie in her eyes, deserved. Six shots was all Jack could muster this time, and his total payload had been even bigger than the first. Filling a fifth of the bowl now. But Pinkie wasn’t content yet. Like she said: She didn’t just want more…

Without giving Jack time to recover from his climax Pinkie began to suck on her semen-dispenser once again, not accepting “a glass half full’’ to be the final amount of her meal. Her teasing and stimulating drove him insane with pleasure. I began to hurt, but he would hold out for her hunger to be dealt with. Pinkie’s tongue stroked and slithered and sloshed around his manhood as the inside of her mouth wringed out as much semen as it could before the actual shot itself, greedy as she was concerning food. Her hooves stroked every time her head moved back for another thrust into her throat. Pinkie obviously knew what she was doing with him even though she had never actually had the joy of bringing it into practice. It didn’t take long for him to reach another climax.

Jack moaned and had to resist screaming as she almost vacuumed his member empty. His twitching cock now spurting his warm seed for a third time. Jack had thought his first shot would get Pinkie to pull off again but she only started to accelerate, turn things up another notch. That taste she was now addicted to, filled up her mouth again, Hitting the back of her throat and finally resting on the back of her tongue. After the fourth shot, when some of his payload started spilling from, she stopped her stroking movements and her tongue teasing for one, final act. Her mouth rested on Jacks tip as she took shot after shot into her mouth until his climax finally ended, or so he thought.

Pinkie pulled off, picked up de bowl again and opened her now white painted mouth above it. A thick, long stream of semen mixed with her saliva dripped slowly from her long tongue as Pinkie sacrificed the collection in her mouth for a more substantial one. Now the bowl had been filled up to almost half, an amount Jack had never produced before in his own sexual escapes. But then again, he hadn’t been a pink pony addicted to the strange taste of human semen, showing no mercy as long as she didn’t have enough.

Pinkie removed the last strands of white compound that hung from her lips with her hooves. She moaned and trembled as her patience was starting to run out. She wanted to eat.

She wanted to eat him…

She would satisfy herself for the time being with the leftovers she collected with her soft pink legs, slurping up whatever she found, hastily trying to appease her newfound addiction. Then, when she had consumed all that had touched her body, she went back to Jack who was, in fear of having to release another load when he had no more, hiding his member and retreating. But Pinkie didn’t accept no anymore. She didn’t accept him having nothing left in there.

He had more hiding in there…
The now over sexual pink storm jumped on him with force but gentle enough so no harm would be done.

‘One more. All of it…,’ she told him knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to control herself after this gift she would force of out him. Pinkie pushed Jacks arms away and attached herself like a leech to his body. Resistance was futile now, and Jack knew it. If only he could withstand another round, Maybe she would back off for the time being. Maybe she would be content by having her bowl filled up almost to the brim…

This fourth time however, Pinkie took a different approach. Not having the patience to sexually appease her partner so that he could release his well hidden treat, she decided to resort to more extreme measures.

She would cheat the rules of love…

Like a hungry succubus she sucked, and not in a sexual way, not in the slightest.

She sucked like a vacuum cleaner, Like collecting a drink using a stray, she just encountered more resistance. Pinkie didn’t mind that extra barrier however, she was happy to work for it. And after just a few seconds, Jack fell victim to her hunger once again. His cock didn’t twitch, his climax wasn’t reached. Nothing really happened. But he could feel it. His last, most thick remains of semen slowly crawling upwards towards Pinkie’s mouth.

As soon as she tasted what she had been longing for she pulled off with one last, enormous suck that pulled out one long string of seed out of his now completely empty body. Like noodles that strand flew into her mouth, slurping as the roughly half-a-meter long strand entered her mouth bit by bit. She closed her eyes as the pure taste of what had been deeply hidden away touched her tongue and mixed with her saliva. The last parts however, broke off to her dismay but were quickly caught by her adrenaline filled hooves. Pinkie didn’t even look at what she was holding, not even paying attention to it as long as it wasn’t in her mouth and ready for consumption.

Her mouth made subtle movements, cheeks bouncing up and down. Her eyes opened again as she tried to figure out what she was exactly tasting right now. A sloshing and slurping sound could be heard as she chewed on the thick semen. One more time she licked her lips making sure she got all of her treasure. Then… a loud gulp and another loud ‘ahh.’ As she opened her mouth purely for show, satisfied with her job.

‘Now for the real deal,’ Pinkie said, teasing Jack with her private parts as she picked up the bowl.

Her lips softly touched the bowl’s edge, which had been warmed from the content that was patiently waiting for Pinkie deeper within. Jack watched in utter shock as she was ready to drink all he had blasted in there. She meant it… She was for real…

The first touch occurred. Pinkie felt its warm feeling slide across her tongue. She halted her second dinner temporarily, because of this experience, letting her tongue drench itself in her captured prey. Pinkie rotated and twisted that part of her body fully covering it in semen, she pulled it inside again lowering her bowl for the time being. A soft gulp, and smacking from her lips followed.

‘I can’t believe how good you taste!,’ Pinkie told her now confused lover, who didn’t know how to react that observation.

She continued. Set the bowl against her lips, not wasting time with tasting anymore. Like water she drank it. Gulping as the bowl’s contents slowly disappeared into her mouth and fell into her hungry stomach. It took her mere seconds to drink it all. Pinkie hadn’t stopped, hadn’t paused to recover from the taste of what she had just drunk. In her book there was nothing to recover from.

‘Gosh! That was a lot! So tasty!,’ She moaned as she put the bowl down and started to touch herself again.

Pinkie had almost reached her limit just from feeling all of Jack’s payload slide down her throat. She moaned and started to breath faster and faster while Jack looked at the one he had shared the bed with. She came, bit her lip and fell on her back and the floor caught that fall with a creaking sound. It was over. She had finally been satisfied.

For now…

Jack was lying on pinkie’s bed, and Pinkie on the floor. They both stared at the ceiling. Tired, satisfied.

Thankful…

‘So what now?,’ Jack said with a calm voice.

‘Amen to that,’ Pinkie replied with a deep voice.

The man was the first to get up after their now finished adventure, after which he sought for his pants and eventually found them. He was presentable now, his abused member now safely hidden from Pinkie behind some clothing. Jack pulled Pinkie from her immobile position and stretched her out across his legs. She looked at him with passionate eyes.

‘Thank you,’ she soft softly and without power in her voice.

‘For what?,’

‘For giving me this.’

‘Oh that,’ Jack said smiling.

‘It was nothing.’

‘I know I went… A bit overboard tonight… But I had to. You understand? Right?’

‘I do.’

‘I… I want you to listen to me.’

‘I am.’

‘When we were finished, just then. I… I just don’t know how to say this,’ she stumbled.

‘I want you to be happy, now that you have made me happy.’

‘I will be.’

‘But not with me,’ said Pinkie now full of regret.

‘What makes you think…’

‘I’m still sticking to my opinion. Princess Twilight has more to offer then I ever can. And Rarity. Well… You’d be the luckiest of all the colts in Ponyville.’

‘I’m not leaving you after this Pinkie.’

‘I know that… But you will in the end…,’ She said, striking Jack down.

‘I want you be happy. That’s all I want. I’ll find my own colt. Someone else. Eventually, that is…’

Jack fell into silence after hearing Pinkie’s words. They struck him, and had some truth in them, sad as it was.

‘Jack? You’re one of the special ponies I have ever encountered. And I will always remember this night.’

‘I will too Pinkie…’

‘Kiss me? One more time?’

And Jack did that. One last passionate kiss.

Before both went to sleep again… Now as lovers…