Pinkie's Brownies

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.