When the Cakes are away, Pinkie will always play.
It was almost time. Soon, Sugar Cube Corner was to close for the long weekend ahead. The Cakes were going on a short vacation, to visit the grandparents of the twins. This meant one thing. That Pinkie Pie was going to have her landlord’s place all to herself for three days. She’d been waiting for this opportunity for a long, long time.
Ever since the two children had been born, the whole house - actually, the whole street - was loud with crying, not to mention the noise of Pumpkin's instinctual magical blasts, and Pound crashing about the house at top speed. By now, even the ever cheerful Pinkie Pie had her fill of the kids. Don't misunderstand, she adored them, and they loved her, but the constant foal sitting, stress, and extra work she did to help the family out was wearing her down. She needed some serious me-time. The kind that couldn't be done with sleeping children in the house. And as she watched Mr. and Mrs. Cake carrying large suitcases out the door, she knew that this time had come.
They said their goodbyes, and the family of four trotted off to the train station, Pound and Pumpkin riding the backs of their parents, waving back to their favorite foal sitter. Pinkie returned the gesture, standing in the door of the bakery, her smile slowly becoming a tiny bit forced, until the Cakes were finally out of sight. She carefully looked around, making sure that nopony was around, and then she quickly darted back inside, leaving a puff of Pinkie-Pie-shaped dust in her wake for the wind to blow away.
After locking all entrances to the shop, she laid her back to the door, and sighed. She was finally alone. Well, not exactly, but that was the point. A mischievous smile flashed through her face, turning into the usual manic grin immediately after. Her imagination started to run away with her. She knew what awaited her upstairs, and it was going to be fun! She was glad that the Cakes left without finding out about her plans. It took some serious self control, and acting skill to appear calm through the morning.
Ordinarily she would be already up in her room, but this was a special occasion. As a party planner, she knew the effectiveness of anticipation, and suspense. She forced herself, to slowly walk up the stairs, one hoof after another, her breaths growing a bit heavier with each step. Standing outside her door, panting slightly, she checked herself one final time. She had to look her best now. He deserved it. She puffed her mane and tail up a bit and swiped the bit of saliva hanging from her chin. With a deep breath, she opened the door, and stepped inside. The blinds were drawn, and the half-light in the room set the mood perfectly.
When Pinkie saw her partner lying there, she was immediately enraptured. The world shrank into nothingness. There was only the two of them. She didn’t even notice, when the door gently swung back behind her on its own, closing with a soft click.
“Well hello there, Handsome” The pink mare almost sang the words. “Been waitin’ long?”
He didn’t reply. There was no need for it. Pinkie saw he was ready for her. Not wasting any time, she closed the small distance between them. Her earlier resolve vanished, when she reached him. Suspense be damned, she was going to enjoy this.
She looked at the best part of him, and seen as it stood straight up, long and sleek. She reached out her tongue, touching just the tip. She felt the stiffness against her flesh, and this only served to spur her on. Moving her tongue in a small circle around the end of it, she teased, and gotten the reaction she was hoping for. She reached out a hoof and stroked its length, keeping it steady for what was to come. With a pant of anticipation, her lips parted. Gently she nibbled the tip, a playful smile dancing in the corner of her mouth. She never took her bright, sky-blue eyes off him. She took a bit more length into her mouth, and sucked but for a moment, releasing it right after. The effect was immediate. A small amount of liquid started dripping off the end, mixing with the fair amount of saliva she already left on it. The sight made her pant even harder.
The fluffy mare moved back a little, and reached out with both hooves. She started stroking it, and swinging it around, in almost a swirling motion. The stiffness felt perfect against her soft fur. She wondered for a moment if he was ticklish, but that was an experiment better left for a different time. Maybe later tonight.
After a good while of hoofplay, which she knew he enjoyed, she stopped for a moment, eagerly eyeing it. Damn, she liked having it in her mouth. Pinkie Pie never was a particularly patient pony, and today was no exception. With a sharp breath, and a hungry look in her eyes, she almost jumped on him. Taking nearly his full length between her lips, and carefully, so her teeth don’t bother him, she started sucking in earnest.
He must have liked the foreplay a lot more than she thought, because at that exact moment, creamy white liquid started shooting into Pinkie’s mouth, with great intensity. The sensation drove the eager mare into a frenzied state. She kept sucking as hard as she could, gulping down every steam at the same time. She drank every last drop with ravenous hunger, until none remained.
At the end, the Pinkie Pie sat there panting, and satisfied. “Hah. Hah. Ah, Fernando, you’re the only one for drinking milk.” She laid back on her bed, her pink face a shade darker with a rosy blush.
The white straw stood there wordlessly, a bit limper in the empty mug.
Author's Note
Whyyyy?
Whyyyyyyyyy?
Why did I have to write this?
Why did my first story have to be a shameless crackship clopfic?!
This was of course inspired by the season 5 episode 24, The Mane Attraction. upon my second viewing, when I saw Pinkie with Fernando, this suddenly just popped into my head. I couldn't stop it, it had to come out.
Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed it. Now go and wash your brain out with some decent fanfiction.
