Pinkie's Browniesby WithaniaChaptersPhase 1: Sex.Phase 2: Then it got weird (Flattening)Phase 3: Test ride of the new toy ([some]Inflation and more sex)Phase 1: Sex.You’re lying on your back on Pinkie Pie's bed. It’s surprisingly firm, because Pinkie knows that soft beds are terrible for sex. It’s not so hard as to be uncomfortable, but you certainly know what was top of her priorities when she picked out the mattress at the shop. Pinkie is clattering around downstairs somewhere, fetching something before the ‘fun’ begins. She likes to experiment with things; drugs, magic… magic drugs… Stuff that makes the rules of physics and biology flexible, or entirely optional. You’re here because Pinkie makes it so easy. She’s neither prudish, nor slutty – she just wants to have fun – and you’re entirely on board with that mantra. Also she’s got a shade of crazy in her and that just makes it even more exciting. You’re somewhat anxious, lying on your back in a vulnerable state for an undetermined amount of time, but when Pinkie returns, she’s going to want to crack on wherever you're currently positioned - so it’s wise to pick your starting position well in advance. Finally, your musings are interrupted by the change in noise coming from the bakery. Hooves are ascending the stairs. Discounting a swan-dive out of the window, the chance to chicken out passed a long time ago, but it’s your last chance to take a deep breath, and you use it. “Ready~” she sings as her hoof steps lapse onto the final stage of the crooked staircase, “It’s ready~ For a teensie-weensie little moment I thought they weren’t gonna rise, and that’s kinda crucial for these babies, but the recipe did not disappoint…” The door to the room is already open, but despite that it still seems like Pinkie Pie bursts in with fanfare and applause. She doesn’t really enter any room. She arrives. She has a baking tray perched on top of her voluminous mane supporting a single rectangular brownie, which bounces up and down with her prance, but seems to fall back onto the balancing point at the crest of the pink curls as if the zero-point of gravity is in the centre of the dense, but seemingly weightless mass of hair. She curves her prancing step around to the edge of the bed, and then in a single action leaps on top of you, stuffing the brownie into your mouth as the baking tray clatters to the wooden floor. Her hoof remains over your mouth, making sure you don’t reflexively spit it out. As you bite down, your tastebuds are picking up a wonderfully rich chocolate flavour, but under your bite, the brownie emits a cloud of what tastes like cocoa powder, although so fine that your apprehensive lungs immediately inhale it. You cough in response, Pinkie’s hoof keeping the chocolaty treat in your mouth, but as you inhale to cough again, the sensation of inhaling dust has vanished. Not due to your cough clearing it, but as if the mist suddenly stuck to your lungs and was absorbed in an instant. Your momentary panic subsiding, you cautiously chew and swallow the rest of the brownie. Watching with an eerie smile on her face, Pinkie is already wet with anticipation of something other than just sex. She’s rubbing her waiting folds against your shaft, making sure you’re at full mast and prepared for entry. Or in body at least - without waiting for your confusion to clear, she plunges down as far as the hilt will allow, applying a bit more of her weight to bend your manhood down slightly as well. Straight away both her expertise and her experience are evident, she knows how to make you feel it and still take as much enjoyment as she wants too. Her pussy is meltingly hot, holding your straining member in a soft embrace that doesn’t even require you start thrusting yet. She’s also heavy. Not uncomfortably so, but she’s a real pony, not stick figure, and with the firm bed it’s just making everything easy beyond belief. Your legs are more or less pinned down, but your arms aren’t, and since nothing seems to be happening from the mysterious brownie, you take the opportunity to grab her aerodynamic hips by the cutie marks and get involved. Feeling you return to your senses and push up, she lifts up her voluptuous flanks and begins a steady rhythm with you. You’re holding back because her hungry folds are already blowing your mind, and you really don’t want to blow your load this soon. “Don’t wait for me, silly!” she says, leaning over you so that her pink curls are tracing over your face and chest, “I put it in a brownie so you’ve have some time to play with me before it kicks in…” Reassuring. Yet also slightly alarming. You move your arms up to hug her around the middle, bringing her weight onto your chest, but reducing the weight on your legs and enabling you to pump back and forth into her furnace. Every few strokes you pull back almost far enough to drop out, slowing for accuracy, and plunge back in across her clit, eliciting a soft gasp from the bottom of her diaphragm. Pinkie’s mouth instinctively finds yours, diving in for the kiss, the nostrils on her muzzle blowing across your face. Her tongue seeks out yours, coaxing it out to play, twisting behind it to make sure you can’t retreat, massaging it in time with her flower closing and releasing your manhood. Keeping up the pace, you reach one arm down to the warmth between your hips and hers, gently stroking her button. There’s a steady supply of natural lubricant coming from the movement of your rod sliding in and out of her less than an inch away, which you trace up her belly and to her neck. If this was to be the only leg of this experience, you would not be disappointed. The curvy pink pony is practically melting all over you - her soft, light coat backed with a slight layer of pudge massages your entire body as she rocks up and down with your coordinated thrusts. It's so relaxing that your arms and legs are starting to go weak… which seems strange considering you haven't climaxed yet… Feeling your hands feebly tracing down her sides and back to the mattress, Pinkie pulls away from the make out session. “Better hurry up if you want the phase one reward…” she whispers, looking down at you triumphantly, biting her lower lip in pleasure. Realising the brownie is starting to go to work and do… whatever is about to happen, you call on your final sprint energy before you become a passenger. You feel the bell go off somewhere in your extremities, signalling that you're moments away from cumming. Your power strokes into her smooth yet gripping love canal start pushing as deep as you can go, pushing against her walls for extra contact. The sensation hits both of you and she responds by adjusting her angle to bend your throbbing cock to strum past her clit on the back-stroke, resulting in a dizzying two-way action that immediately sets off your orgasm. You hold back as the pressure builds. The longer you can hold now, the better it will be. She feels you tense up, and locks her legs under yours to hold you deep inside, willing you on with her embrace- The relief comes, and your bursting member injects a pulsing stream into her depths. She clenches up, gratefully accepting it, relaxing on top of you as you let out a deep sigh of contentment. Phase 2: Then it got weird (Flattening)The afterglow is filled with the sound of your heart pumping. You can hear it in your ears, and feel your chest pulsing with it. You know Pinkie can feel it as well, as she’s scrunched the barrel of her chest up in order to lay her head on your chest. However, as your heart rate begins to slow down, and at the point where the high would start to fade, you realise something is different. The weakness in your arms has spread more or less everywhere. It hasn’t paralysed you, but strange sensation of something overriding your body’s normal mechanisms is lingering. More obviously, you can feel your boner still going strong deep inside the pink mare, with no sign of letting up. This is made evident by the fact that Pinkie is experimentally wiggling her rump on you, checking to see if you’re going flaccid yet. “Mmm… Mhmm,” she hums, sitting up slightly and checking you over like a doctor diagnosing a patient, “Just as I expected…” The strange feeling in your limbs is really setting in now. It’s not that you feel heavy, or weighed down. It’s more like the motion sensitivity of your muscles has been reduced to almost nothing. A movement that you would expect to lift your arm up into the air only seems to move it an inch off of the mattress. You try again watching it closely- the same thing happened. It feels like you’ve lifted it up, and it takes the same effort, but nothing is actually happening - as if you’re riding a bicycle that’s stuck in first gear. A lot of input for very little output. Your eyes seem to be the only thing unaffected, enabling you to look around as far as your field of vision permits, although your neck seems to have the same issue as your limbs. Pinkie is watching you twitch feebly, gently bouncing on your unwavering hard-on. She picks up your arm, which seems to you like it just moved from the floor to the ceiling, and then she lets it drop again. Then, placing both of her forelegs horizontally across your chest like a pair of rolling pins, she gently places her full weight on you. You brace to have the wind pushed out of your lungs, but it's a futile preparation for what actually happens. Her limbs crush your chest entirely. There's no crunch of broken ribs, nor is there any pain, or other associated side effects, like death. She simply squashes your chest like a pillow, leaving an indentation in your torso. Your breath is forced out through your mouth, but as you try to gasp, your lungs don't draw any air back in. Instead, the vacuum in your chest is equalised by the rest of your entire body deflating slightly. Pinkie's eyes widen in comical delight. “Eeeeeheheheheheheeee!” she giggles, her entire body on top of you shaking excitedly, “It’s working!” Taking great care not to squash your still full-sized erection, she aligns herself to lay full-length on top of you, and lowers herself again. Her weight feels the same as it was midway through sex, reassuringly heavy, but not crushing - only now it pins you down with ease, confirming that your muscles really have stopped working. Once again your breath expels through your lips like an air-bed being deflated. Not being able to hold herself back, her snatch clenches again, now squeezing your manhood into a sliver, her crotch pressing down into yours as your entire body is flattened down until her innocuous chub is against the bed. She's now spread-eagle on top of you, with only your head sticking out over her shoulder. Satisfied, Pinkie lifts back up to a kneeling position to admire her handy work. You glance down nervously, concerned about what's happening below, and see your very flat cock slip out from her dripping flower. Miraculously, it's as large as it would be on your strongest day, and it still feels like it too. You're mere minutes out from a spectacular orgasm, but you feel like you're just getting started. Except Pinkie Pie has squashed you completely flat. There’s a ripple of air still billowing around your strangely hollow body, and not satisfied, Pinkie sets about trying to push the last volume out of you. Her hooves press along your limbs, chasing the air up you torse to escape your mouth with a slight squeak of your vocal chords. Upon hearing this new discovery, Pinkie gigglesnorts and hurriedly begins to repeat the process. Searching for any part of you still more than an inch thick, she suddenly gets up and turns around to check your legs. Her gloriously plump behind along with it’s crazy cloud-like tail sweeps across in front of you, and she immediately sits down to start working on your lower half. Perhaps unintentionally, her marehood lands directly over your face. The moment she presses down on your diminishing legs, more air escapes your mouth onto her radiating flower. And she freezes still, alert like a cat that just heard a noise from another room. You feel her body on top of you shiver in realisation. The only thing you can see right now is her winking pussy, but you can tell there’s a lewd grin on her face, as she hunkers down to press her marehood onto your face and mouth. She starts prodding your legs again, working from the feet upwards, and practically vibrating with pleasure as your exhaling mouth tickles her most sensitive points. Although you can’t fully control your mouth and tongue, you are receiving a sweet, almost syrupy flavour from her glistening folds - and you can adjust your lips. This enables you to clamp weakly off and on of the puffy labia currently dominating your world view. A deep hum of pleasure transfers from Pinkie’s body down to you, like a sounding board, bring you almost as much pleasure as she’s getting. Not wanting to ignore your generous participation in this rather one-sided stage of the night, Pinkie rewards you by pressing the last remaining air in your body up to your crotch, so that your neglected member raises back up meekly. It’s not exactly an erection, but it’s enough for the pink mare to take into her mouth, right down to the hilt. Her lips close around the base of your shaft, holding the pressure in it, and enabling her tongue to go to work while you valiantly do your best for her. The sensation is gasoline onto the fires of your passion, but there’s no sense of approaching orgasm. Your body isn’t up to it, but somehow all the right sensory nerves are still working just fine. Despite this, you’re now realising where Pinkie is going with all of this; Once she’s finished playing with you, she’s going to take you for another round - and you suspect you’ll be rather more inflated, and still unable to move for that part. As these thoughts mull through the significantly flattened mound that is your head, Pinkie has been working herself up, steadily and rhythmically grinding her pussy against your face, catching her clit cross your lips. She’s close, stiffening up as her tongue absently wraps around your dick and pulls off. Suddenly she inhales through her nostrils, and with her lips pursed, she pulls her mouth off of your shaft, squeezing the air back out again, and causing an extra sharp wheeze from you. The combination of her timed butt-wriggles and the sudden jet of air straight into her folds sends her right over the edge. “Oooooooh,” she moans, “That’s it right there…” She twitches and gets back up before turning back around and flopping down on top of you again. Biting her lip again, eyes half closed, she digs her forelegs under your flat and limp form and rolls onto her back to that you’re draped over her. You head is draped across her long pony neck, and her right hoof fumbled down to her nethers, where it began working her money’s worth out of the orgasm. You’re more or less being used as a blanket at this point, but your crotch still lines up with the action downstairs, and your member is up against her self-indulgence, giving you more attention. “This was the best idea ever!” she pants, “Look at you, you’re like a big pillowcase! I mean balloons are great and all, but they don’t feel real - but you are real! And you’re like a balloon now!” Her hoof slows and stops, followed by a deep sigh that lifts your form up several inches and down again. Deeply satisfied, she rolls back over, squashing you under her body like a rolling pin, and she tumbles off of the bed, landing on her hooves. “I need a drink after all this work… Baking, sex, working out all that air from you… I think we’ve found a new workout regime!” She gives you a hard look for a moment, and then promptly drags you off of the mattress by a shoulder, and drapes you over her back lengthways. “Heeheeheehee! Now you’re like a cape!” she giggles gleefully. Phase 3: Test ride of the new toy ([some]Inflation and more sex)Pinkie takes a moment to properly arrange your flat and limp form across her back. Your arms dangle down her front shoulders, so she sits down and deftly ties them loosely around her front like a sweater around the neck. Your legs are longer and a bit trickier, but with some tactical butt wiggling while standing, she manages to thread them one by one under her rump and around her hind legs. She hums tunelessly to herself as she works, moving with a dexterity that makes you wonder if she’s improvising, or if she’d been planning all of this. Finally, she raises her tail up from the dock, tucking your extremities underneath, where your dick can lay against her nethers. With a satisfied sigh, she tenses up to bounce across the room, but then changes her mind. She takes an exaggerated step forward and in a slow, deliberate movement begins to saunter across the room. WIth your head half way up her neck, nestled in the pink curls that cling to you like velcro, you have a brand new viewpoint that’s close to the height Pinkie sees from all the time, making the proportions of the room and the height of the desk and chest of draws seem far more sensible. But more interesting is the sensation of movement along your entire body. When you walked along on your two feet, your torso was more or less just a sack of potatoes on top of your legs, which clomped along with jarring thuds - but Pinkie moved her entire body from neck to dock in a ripple that made you fully aware of all the muscles working in perfect sequence, a wave that you felt move from your chest, down your abdomen, and then in your hips that were hugging her flanks. She was getting her money’s worth out of this as well, deliberately stretching and flexing to feel your skin moving across her coat. “Pinkie Pie darling,” she said, mimicking Rarity’s voice, “Where did you find that marvelous cloak?” “Well - I’d been seeing it around town for a while and I just had to to try it on!” replied Pinkie in her own voice, “And I can see myself recommending this to a lot of ponies who need to try something a ‘lil different…” Having now done a circuit of the room in her melodramatic meander, Pinkie arrives at her dresser, where a large glass seltzer bottle with a small tumbler glass stands. Despite the fluid movement of her body, you can feel how Pinkie rolls her weight across her four hooves, and yet she suddenly leans onto her hind legs to use forelegs at the table. You’ve watched ponies do this a hundred times, never quite sure how they don’t fall flat on their faces, and now you can clearly feel Pinkie’s not-insubstantial weight move onto her back legs with complete ease. Oblivious to this, Pinkie deftly presses the lever of the seltzer, and a stream of soda squirts into the glass. She immediately picks up the tumbler and drains it at once. Your ear is up against her neck, so you clearly hear the drink run the course from her mouth down to the middle of her barrel. Pinkie lets out an exaggerated sigh and smacks her lips. “Okay. Break time over.” She walks directly back to the bed in the same enticing strut, but this time with a degree of urgency that tells you she’s itching to get going again. Your member tucked under her tail is more or less a probe giving you an insight into just how ready she currently is, and at present levels of heat and damp, it seems likely that foreplay isn’t the next step. Aligning herself parallel with the bed, Pinkie skips onto the edge and rolls onto her back again, with you pinned underneath. For a brief moment, she folds up her legs to hug herself with your limbs, and then quickly unravels herself from you and twists around to lay on top again. “Now for the grand finale…” she says, staring you in the eyes and licking her lips. She moves in as if to kiss you, sealing her lips around yours, and blows hard. You feel her breath rush into the empty space inside your flattened body, rippling to your limbs, and more noticeably, to your dick. Pinkie shuffles up slightly so that her crotch is just above yours, takes a deep breath, and blows steadily into your mouth again. Weirdly, but apparently to Pinkie not unexpectedly, your cock is the first part of you to really take shape, and comically rises up from the mattress like a flagpole. Pinkie aligns her once again radiating flower over the top and attempts to thread it into herself. Unfortunately, your internal pressure is still too low, and she merely crumples your tormented manhood into your hips. It doesn’t hurt at all, but you’re finally sensing some tension down there again, as if she were bending your erection. Lifting bountiful hips back up, your flagpole resumes its defiant height again, and Pinkie changes tactics, breathing deeply, she gyrates her flanks above you, and in a spectacular motion that she has clearly tried before, her pussy winks open and she plunges down onto your dick at the same time, clenching you deep inside. “Just so you know,” she says, stopping everything for a moment, “There’s no other mare from here to Canterlot who can do that!” Without waiting for a response, she dives right back into a kiss and blows heavily into your deflated form. As she does so, you can feel your dick expanding inside of her, pushing the walls of her love canal back, only to have the pulse in response. You’ve got to hand it to her - it’s an experience unlike you’ve ever felt in any other encounter. She continues to inhale through her nose and breath deeply into your mouth until your manhood has more or less fully regained its stature and now she’s slowly and sensually rising and falling on it, timing her rhythmic thrusts with her breathing so that you inflate a little more as her hungry pussy engulfs your throbbing shaft. Although you’re starting to regain shape, you realise that your muscles and ability to move don’t seem to be returning. She’s turned you into her very own living sex doll, and now you’re on a test run. With Pinkie’s steady and continual breath of life, you’re now more or less the shape your once were, but her weight still squashes you slightly. Testing to see what else she can do, Pinkie lifts up one of your arms and squees with delight as you bot discover that you’re fully posable. The arm stays exactly where she moves it to. She wastes no time in positioning one arm at the back of her neck, which she rubs against like a cat, while the other arm she deviously positions down below, where your outstretched hand strokes the very top of her folds. “Oh, right there…” she coos, “you do know exactly where to touch me…” You’re unable to breath, but her systematic and fluid motion on you is staggering. After what seemed like an eternity of being flaccid, yet stimulated, your dick is bigger than it’s ever been before, and the pink mare riding you is making full use of it in all three dimensions. Unlike your balloon-like body, Pinkie has no shortage of breath, and she breaths another huge lungful of air into your mouth. You feel yourself swell, but with her dense body on top of you, the pressure is fully redirected straight to your crotch, and you feel the tip press up against her cervix, igniting fireworks in your brain and triggering an involuntary moan of pleasure from the pony. Under this kind of stimulation, there are no heros, and with no understanding of where it’s coming from, you can feel an orgasm building like a freight train. The volume inside you is swirling around into a ball at your crotch, and for a moment, you can push back against Pinkie’s bucking hips to bounce off of her depths once again. Pinkie herself is up on cloud nine, her eyes are closed and her mouth forming into an adorable scrunch face as she hits her climax. Her pussy clenches up once again, this time the unmistakable ripple of her folds massaging your dick from bottom to tip, pulling you into her, dragging her desire out from you until in a single perfect moment of glory, the dense vortex behind your manhood releases like a overflow valve and a pulsing jet of cum is pumped into her eager chambers. You want to wrap your arms around her, but what little life is inside you is all concentrated down below. Pinkie however has no intention of leaving you hanging, and she wraps herself around you in a vice grip, squeezing your balloon-form and pushing every last drop she can get out of you. With the climax sustained for longer than you’ve ever felt in your life, Pinkie finally relaxes on top of you sighing so long and deeply that it looks like she’s deflating slightly herself. “Oh,” she murmers, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh… That, was amazing.” Author's Note And that's a wrap! My first attempt at lewdity, and hopefully not my last. This is all the material I had concept wise - but I'm all ears for taking this fic further, or maybe seeing what else Pinkie can cook up - so let me know in the comments where you'd like to see this fic go next! Until then, my circle of sin is complete!
Phase 1: Sex.You’re lying on your back on Pinkie Pie's bed. It’s surprisingly firm, because Pinkie knows that soft beds are terrible for sex. It’s not so hard as to be uncomfortable, but you certainly know what was top of her priorities when she picked out the mattress at the shop. Pinkie is clattering around downstairs somewhere, fetching something before the ‘fun’ begins. She likes to experiment with things; drugs, magic… magic drugs… Stuff that makes the rules of physics and biology flexible, or entirely optional. You’re here because Pinkie makes it so easy. She’s neither prudish, nor slutty – she just wants to have fun – and you’re entirely on board with that mantra. Also she’s got a shade of crazy in her and that just makes it even more exciting. You’re somewhat anxious, lying on your back in a vulnerable state for an undetermined amount of time, but when Pinkie returns, she’s going to want to crack on wherever you're currently positioned - so it’s wise to pick your starting position well in advance. Finally, your musings are interrupted by the change in noise coming from the bakery. Hooves are ascending the stairs. Discounting a swan-dive out of the window, the chance to chicken out passed a long time ago, but it’s your last chance to take a deep breath, and you use it. “Ready~” she sings as her hoof steps lapse onto the final stage of the crooked staircase, “It’s ready~ For a teensie-weensie little moment I thought they weren’t gonna rise, and that’s kinda crucial for these babies, but the recipe did not disappoint…” The door to the room is already open, but despite that it still seems like Pinkie Pie bursts in with fanfare and applause. She doesn’t really enter any room. She arrives. She has a baking tray perched on top of her voluminous mane supporting a single rectangular brownie, which bounces up and down with her prance, but seems to fall back onto the balancing point at the crest of the pink curls as if the zero-point of gravity is in the centre of the dense, but seemingly weightless mass of hair. She curves her prancing step around to the edge of the bed, and then in a single action leaps on top of you, stuffing the brownie into your mouth as the baking tray clatters to the wooden floor. Her hoof remains over your mouth, making sure you don’t reflexively spit it out. As you bite down, your tastebuds are picking up a wonderfully rich chocolate flavour, but under your bite, the brownie emits a cloud of what tastes like cocoa powder, although so fine that your apprehensive lungs immediately inhale it. You cough in response, Pinkie’s hoof keeping the chocolaty treat in your mouth, but as you inhale to cough again, the sensation of inhaling dust has vanished. Not due to your cough clearing it, but as if the mist suddenly stuck to your lungs and was absorbed in an instant. Your momentary panic subsiding, you cautiously chew and swallow the rest of the brownie. Watching with an eerie smile on her face, Pinkie is already wet with anticipation of something other than just sex. She’s rubbing her waiting folds against your shaft, making sure you’re at full mast and prepared for entry. Or in body at least - without waiting for your confusion to clear, she plunges down as far as the hilt will allow, applying a bit more of her weight to bend your manhood down slightly as well. Straight away both her expertise and her experience are evident, she knows how to make you feel it and still take as much enjoyment as she wants too. Her pussy is meltingly hot, holding your straining member in a soft embrace that doesn’t even require you start thrusting yet. She’s also heavy. Not uncomfortably so, but she’s a real pony, not stick figure, and with the firm bed it’s just making everything easy beyond belief. Your legs are more or less pinned down, but your arms aren’t, and since nothing seems to be happening from the mysterious brownie, you take the opportunity to grab her aerodynamic hips by the cutie marks and get involved. Feeling you return to your senses and push up, she lifts up her voluptuous flanks and begins a steady rhythm with you. You’re holding back because her hungry folds are already blowing your mind, and you really don’t want to blow your load this soon. “Don’t wait for me, silly!” she says, leaning over you so that her pink curls are tracing over your face and chest, “I put it in a brownie so you’ve have some time to play with me before it kicks in…” Reassuring. Yet also slightly alarming. You move your arms up to hug her around the middle, bringing her weight onto your chest, but reducing the weight on your legs and enabling you to pump back and forth into her furnace. Every few strokes you pull back almost far enough to drop out, slowing for accuracy, and plunge back in across her clit, eliciting a soft gasp from the bottom of her diaphragm. Pinkie’s mouth instinctively finds yours, diving in for the kiss, the nostrils on her muzzle blowing across your face. Her tongue seeks out yours, coaxing it out to play, twisting behind it to make sure you can’t retreat, massaging it in time with her flower closing and releasing your manhood. Keeping up the pace, you reach one arm down to the warmth between your hips and hers, gently stroking her button. There’s a steady supply of natural lubricant coming from the movement of your rod sliding in and out of her less than an inch away, which you trace up her belly and to her neck. If this was to be the only leg of this experience, you would not be disappointed. The curvy pink pony is practically melting all over you - her soft, light coat backed with a slight layer of pudge massages your entire body as she rocks up and down with your coordinated thrusts. It's so relaxing that your arms and legs are starting to go weak… which seems strange considering you haven't climaxed yet… Feeling your hands feebly tracing down her sides and back to the mattress, Pinkie pulls away from the make out session. “Better hurry up if you want the phase one reward…” she whispers, looking down at you triumphantly, biting her lower lip in pleasure. Realising the brownie is starting to go to work and do… whatever is about to happen, you call on your final sprint energy before you become a passenger. You feel the bell go off somewhere in your extremities, signalling that you're moments away from cumming. Your power strokes into her smooth yet gripping love canal start pushing as deep as you can go, pushing against her walls for extra contact. The sensation hits both of you and she responds by adjusting her angle to bend your throbbing cock to strum past her clit on the back-stroke, resulting in a dizzying two-way action that immediately sets off your orgasm. You hold back as the pressure builds. The longer you can hold now, the better it will be. She feels you tense up, and locks her legs under yours to hold you deep inside, willing you on with her embrace- The relief comes, and your bursting member injects a pulsing stream into her depths. She clenches up, gratefully accepting it, relaxing on top of you as you let out a deep sigh of contentment.
Phase 2: Then it got weird (Flattening)The afterglow is filled with the sound of your heart pumping. You can hear it in your ears, and feel your chest pulsing with it. You know Pinkie can feel it as well, as she’s scrunched the barrel of her chest up in order to lay her head on your chest. However, as your heart rate begins to slow down, and at the point where the high would start to fade, you realise something is different. The weakness in your arms has spread more or less everywhere. It hasn’t paralysed you, but strange sensation of something overriding your body’s normal mechanisms is lingering. More obviously, you can feel your boner still going strong deep inside the pink mare, with no sign of letting up. This is made evident by the fact that Pinkie is experimentally wiggling her rump on you, checking to see if you’re going flaccid yet. “Mmm… Mhmm,” she hums, sitting up slightly and checking you over like a doctor diagnosing a patient, “Just as I expected…” The strange feeling in your limbs is really setting in now. It’s not that you feel heavy, or weighed down. It’s more like the motion sensitivity of your muscles has been reduced to almost nothing. A movement that you would expect to lift your arm up into the air only seems to move it an inch off of the mattress. You try again watching it closely- the same thing happened. It feels like you’ve lifted it up, and it takes the same effort, but nothing is actually happening - as if you’re riding a bicycle that’s stuck in first gear. A lot of input for very little output. Your eyes seem to be the only thing unaffected, enabling you to look around as far as your field of vision permits, although your neck seems to have the same issue as your limbs. Pinkie is watching you twitch feebly, gently bouncing on your unwavering hard-on. She picks up your arm, which seems to you like it just moved from the floor to the ceiling, and then she lets it drop again. Then, placing both of her forelegs horizontally across your chest like a pair of rolling pins, she gently places her full weight on you. You brace to have the wind pushed out of your lungs, but it's a futile preparation for what actually happens. Her limbs crush your chest entirely. There's no crunch of broken ribs, nor is there any pain, or other associated side effects, like death. She simply squashes your chest like a pillow, leaving an indentation in your torso. Your breath is forced out through your mouth, but as you try to gasp, your lungs don't draw any air back in. Instead, the vacuum in your chest is equalised by the rest of your entire body deflating slightly. Pinkie's eyes widen in comical delight. “Eeeeeheheheheheheeee!” she giggles, her entire body on top of you shaking excitedly, “It’s working!” Taking great care not to squash your still full-sized erection, she aligns herself to lay full-length on top of you, and lowers herself again. Her weight feels the same as it was midway through sex, reassuringly heavy, but not crushing - only now it pins you down with ease, confirming that your muscles really have stopped working. Once again your breath expels through your lips like an air-bed being deflated. Not being able to hold herself back, her snatch clenches again, now squeezing your manhood into a sliver, her crotch pressing down into yours as your entire body is flattened down until her innocuous chub is against the bed. She's now spread-eagle on top of you, with only your head sticking out over her shoulder. Satisfied, Pinkie lifts back up to a kneeling position to admire her handy work. You glance down nervously, concerned about what's happening below, and see your very flat cock slip out from her dripping flower. Miraculously, it's as large as it would be on your strongest day, and it still feels like it too. You're mere minutes out from a spectacular orgasm, but you feel like you're just getting started. Except Pinkie Pie has squashed you completely flat. There’s a ripple of air still billowing around your strangely hollow body, and not satisfied, Pinkie sets about trying to push the last volume out of you. Her hooves press along your limbs, chasing the air up you torse to escape your mouth with a slight squeak of your vocal chords. Upon hearing this new discovery, Pinkie gigglesnorts and hurriedly begins to repeat the process. Searching for any part of you still more than an inch thick, she suddenly gets up and turns around to check your legs. Her gloriously plump behind along with it’s crazy cloud-like tail sweeps across in front of you, and she immediately sits down to start working on your lower half. Perhaps unintentionally, her marehood lands directly over your face. The moment she presses down on your diminishing legs, more air escapes your mouth onto her radiating flower. And she freezes still, alert like a cat that just heard a noise from another room. You feel her body on top of you shiver in realisation. The only thing you can see right now is her winking pussy, but you can tell there’s a lewd grin on her face, as she hunkers down to press her marehood onto your face and mouth. She starts prodding your legs again, working from the feet upwards, and practically vibrating with pleasure as your exhaling mouth tickles her most sensitive points. Although you can’t fully control your mouth and tongue, you are receiving a sweet, almost syrupy flavour from her glistening folds - and you can adjust your lips. This enables you to clamp weakly off and on of the puffy labia currently dominating your world view. A deep hum of pleasure transfers from Pinkie’s body down to you, like a sounding board, bring you almost as much pleasure as she’s getting. Not wanting to ignore your generous participation in this rather one-sided stage of the night, Pinkie rewards you by pressing the last remaining air in your body up to your crotch, so that your neglected member raises back up meekly. It’s not exactly an erection, but it’s enough for the pink mare to take into her mouth, right down to the hilt. Her lips close around the base of your shaft, holding the pressure in it, and enabling her tongue to go to work while you valiantly do your best for her. The sensation is gasoline onto the fires of your passion, but there’s no sense of approaching orgasm. Your body isn’t up to it, but somehow all the right sensory nerves are still working just fine. Despite this, you’re now realising where Pinkie is going with all of this; Once she’s finished playing with you, she’s going to take you for another round - and you suspect you’ll be rather more inflated, and still unable to move for that part. As these thoughts mull through the significantly flattened mound that is your head, Pinkie has been working herself up, steadily and rhythmically grinding her pussy against your face, catching her clit cross your lips. She’s close, stiffening up as her tongue absently wraps around your dick and pulls off. Suddenly she inhales through her nostrils, and with her lips pursed, she pulls her mouth off of your shaft, squeezing the air back out again, and causing an extra sharp wheeze from you. The combination of her timed butt-wriggles and the sudden jet of air straight into her folds sends her right over the edge. “Oooooooh,” she moans, “That’s it right there…” She twitches and gets back up before turning back around and flopping down on top of you again. Biting her lip again, eyes half closed, she digs her forelegs under your flat and limp form and rolls onto her back to that you’re draped over her. You head is draped across her long pony neck, and her right hoof fumbled down to her nethers, where it began working her money’s worth out of the orgasm. You’re more or less being used as a blanket at this point, but your crotch still lines up with the action downstairs, and your member is up against her self-indulgence, giving you more attention. “This was the best idea ever!” she pants, “Look at you, you’re like a big pillowcase! I mean balloons are great and all, but they don’t feel real - but you are real! And you’re like a balloon now!” Her hoof slows and stops, followed by a deep sigh that lifts your form up several inches and down again. Deeply satisfied, she rolls back over, squashing you under her body like a rolling pin, and she tumbles off of the bed, landing on her hooves. “I need a drink after all this work… Baking, sex, working out all that air from you… I think we’ve found a new workout regime!” She gives you a hard look for a moment, and then promptly drags you off of the mattress by a shoulder, and drapes you over her back lengthways. “Heeheeheehee! Now you’re like a cape!” she giggles gleefully.
Phase 3: Test ride of the new toy ([some]Inflation and more sex)Pinkie takes a moment to properly arrange your flat and limp form across her back. Your arms dangle down her front shoulders, so she sits down and deftly ties them loosely around her front like a sweater around the neck. Your legs are longer and a bit trickier, but with some tactical butt wiggling while standing, she manages to thread them one by one under her rump and around her hind legs. She hums tunelessly to herself as she works, moving with a dexterity that makes you wonder if she’s improvising, or if she’d been planning all of this. Finally, she raises her tail up from the dock, tucking your extremities underneath, where your dick can lay against her nethers. With a satisfied sigh, she tenses up to bounce across the room, but then changes her mind. She takes an exaggerated step forward and in a slow, deliberate movement begins to saunter across the room. WIth your head half way up her neck, nestled in the pink curls that cling to you like velcro, you have a brand new viewpoint that’s close to the height Pinkie sees from all the time, making the proportions of the room and the height of the desk and chest of draws seem far more sensible. But more interesting is the sensation of movement along your entire body. When you walked along on your two feet, your torso was more or less just a sack of potatoes on top of your legs, which clomped along with jarring thuds - but Pinkie moved her entire body from neck to dock in a ripple that made you fully aware of all the muscles working in perfect sequence, a wave that you felt move from your chest, down your abdomen, and then in your hips that were hugging her flanks. She was getting her money’s worth out of this as well, deliberately stretching and flexing to feel your skin moving across her coat. “Pinkie Pie darling,” she said, mimicking Rarity’s voice, “Where did you find that marvelous cloak?” “Well - I’d been seeing it around town for a while and I just had to to try it on!” replied Pinkie in her own voice, “And I can see myself recommending this to a lot of ponies who need to try something a ‘lil different…” Having now done a circuit of the room in her melodramatic meander, Pinkie arrives at her dresser, where a large glass seltzer bottle with a small tumbler glass stands. Despite the fluid movement of her body, you can feel how Pinkie rolls her weight across her four hooves, and yet she suddenly leans onto her hind legs to use forelegs at the table. You’ve watched ponies do this a hundred times, never quite sure how they don’t fall flat on their faces, and now you can clearly feel Pinkie’s not-insubstantial weight move onto her back legs with complete ease. Oblivious to this, Pinkie deftly presses the lever of the seltzer, and a stream of soda squirts into the glass. She immediately picks up the tumbler and drains it at once. Your ear is up against her neck, so you clearly hear the drink run the course from her mouth down to the middle of her barrel. Pinkie lets out an exaggerated sigh and smacks her lips. “Okay. Break time over.” She walks directly back to the bed in the same enticing strut, but this time with a degree of urgency that tells you she’s itching to get going again. Your member tucked under her tail is more or less a probe giving you an insight into just how ready she currently is, and at present levels of heat and damp, it seems likely that foreplay isn’t the next step. Aligning herself parallel with the bed, Pinkie skips onto the edge and rolls onto her back again, with you pinned underneath. For a brief moment, she folds up her legs to hug herself with your limbs, and then quickly unravels herself from you and twists around to lay on top again. “Now for the grand finale…” she says, staring you in the eyes and licking her lips. She moves in as if to kiss you, sealing her lips around yours, and blows hard. You feel her breath rush into the empty space inside your flattened body, rippling to your limbs, and more noticeably, to your dick. Pinkie shuffles up slightly so that her crotch is just above yours, takes a deep breath, and blows steadily into your mouth again. Weirdly, but apparently to Pinkie not unexpectedly, your cock is the first part of you to really take shape, and comically rises up from the mattress like a flagpole. Pinkie aligns her once again radiating flower over the top and attempts to thread it into herself. Unfortunately, your internal pressure is still too low, and she merely crumples your tormented manhood into your hips. It doesn’t hurt at all, but you’re finally sensing some tension down there again, as if she were bending your erection. Lifting bountiful hips back up, your flagpole resumes its defiant height again, and Pinkie changes tactics, breathing deeply, she gyrates her flanks above you, and in a spectacular motion that she has clearly tried before, her pussy winks open and she plunges down onto your dick at the same time, clenching you deep inside. “Just so you know,” she says, stopping everything for a moment, “There’s no other mare from here to Canterlot who can do that!” Without waiting for a response, she dives right back into a kiss and blows heavily into your deflated form. As she does so, you can feel your dick expanding inside of her, pushing the walls of her love canal back, only to have the pulse in response. You’ve got to hand it to her - it’s an experience unlike you’ve ever felt in any other encounter. She continues to inhale through her nose and breath deeply into your mouth until your manhood has more or less fully regained its stature and now she’s slowly and sensually rising and falling on it, timing her rhythmic thrusts with her breathing so that you inflate a little more as her hungry pussy engulfs your throbbing shaft. Although you’re starting to regain shape, you realise that your muscles and ability to move don’t seem to be returning. She’s turned you into her very own living sex doll, and now you’re on a test run. With Pinkie’s steady and continual breath of life, you’re now more or less the shape your once were, but her weight still squashes you slightly. Testing to see what else she can do, Pinkie lifts up one of your arms and squees with delight as you bot discover that you’re fully posable. The arm stays exactly where she moves it to. She wastes no time in positioning one arm at the back of her neck, which she rubs against like a cat, while the other arm she deviously positions down below, where your outstretched hand strokes the very top of her folds. “Oh, right there…” she coos, “you do know exactly where to touch me…” You’re unable to breath, but her systematic and fluid motion on you is staggering. After what seemed like an eternity of being flaccid, yet stimulated, your dick is bigger than it’s ever been before, and the pink mare riding you is making full use of it in all three dimensions. Unlike your balloon-like body, Pinkie has no shortage of breath, and she breaths another huge lungful of air into your mouth. You feel yourself swell, but with her dense body on top of you, the pressure is fully redirected straight to your crotch, and you feel the tip press up against her cervix, igniting fireworks in your brain and triggering an involuntary moan of pleasure from the pony. Under this kind of stimulation, there are no heros, and with no understanding of where it’s coming from, you can feel an orgasm building like a freight train. The volume inside you is swirling around into a ball at your crotch, and for a moment, you can push back against Pinkie’s bucking hips to bounce off of her depths once again. Pinkie herself is up on cloud nine, her eyes are closed and her mouth forming into an adorable scrunch face as she hits her climax. Her pussy clenches up once again, this time the unmistakable ripple of her folds massaging your dick from bottom to tip, pulling you into her, dragging her desire out from you until in a single perfect moment of glory, the dense vortex behind your manhood releases like a overflow valve and a pulsing jet of cum is pumped into her eager chambers. You want to wrap your arms around her, but what little life is inside you is all concentrated down below. Pinkie however has no intention of leaving you hanging, and she wraps herself around you in a vice grip, squeezing your balloon-form and pushing every last drop she can get out of you. With the climax sustained for longer than you’ve ever felt in your life, Pinkie finally relaxes on top of you sighing so long and deeply that it looks like she’s deflating slightly herself. “Oh,” she murmers, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh… That, was amazing.” Author's Note And that's a wrap! My first attempt at lewdity, and hopefully not my last. This is all the material I had concept wise - but I'm all ears for taking this fic further, or maybe seeing what else Pinkie can cook up - so let me know in the comments where you'd like to see this fic go next! Until then, my circle of sin is complete!
