You took a long sniff of the enticing scents in the air. You had gotten really good at cooking since you moved together with Pinkie Pie. The house wasn't big, but it was perfect for two. Better at least than the one room at the Cakes. You wouldn't have wanted to live there anyway, no offence, but Pinkie only agreed to a home of your own after the Cakes insisted. Your promiscuous activities could have been corruptive to little Pumpkin and Pound.
Pinkie had left for a jog once again. It wasn't exactly a daily routine, but she did so at least every weekend. And you stayed at home to prepare an excessive meal to your marefriend.
You were initially somewhat against Pinkie taking up exercise. Especially after she claimed to be doing it for you. The mare of your dreams was perfect as the pudgy pink pony. Honestly, with the amount of sweets she consumed, you assumed the only reason she didn't cross that line from pleasantly plump to worryingly overweight, was her hyperactive personality.
After her first jog you'd realized that she wasn't doing it to lose weight. She was doing it for you after all, and she knew exactly how much you loved your plump pony. You had not only become okay with her jogs, you had become enthused.
You glanced at the clock on the wall. Pinkie should be home any moment and everything was ready. The dining table groaned under the amount of food, you were clean, inside and out, and wearing the outfit.
You heard the door and your heart leapt in to your throat. You heard her voice: “Honey~! I'm home~!” and you felt your body twitch in excitement. You were a pet, happy that his owner was home.
The two of you walked in to the living room from opposite doors at the same time. Seeing her drew a wide smile on your face. Few things in this world made you happier than seeing her. Even with her fur sweaty and hair dishevelled -no, especially like that- just seeing her always made you smile.
Before you could even greet her properly, she scooped you up in to a tight hug. Even though her body was layered with pleasant softness, you knew from experience that under all that flesh was true earth pony strength in the form of strong muscles.
Being crushed against her squishy chest was intoxicating to you. Her scent always made your head hazy, and after her exercise that scent turned in to an overpowering smell.
Some months ago, you had confessed your most shameful fetish to her. You had been together for a while then, and had never thought of telling her. But a substantial amount of Applejack's hard cider had loosened your lips.
You had told the love of your life, how body odour and the smell of sweat turned you on almost more than anything. How, after every night the two of you had sex, the smell of sweat and sex lingering in the air was sometimes enough to induce even more orgasms in your sleep.
And that's why Pinkie had taken up exercise. To please your strongest sexual desires. And at first, she was simply happy to make you happy. But soon she started taking pleasure for herself from the insane amounts of submission you started displaying towards her. She loved that you had become dependant of her.
Once she finally let you free from her embrace, you were panting hard, face red with lust and your rigid cock very much on display in the tight outfit of yours. Like most ponies, Pinkie was taller than you by just a few inches. But in the state you were in, it felt like she was towering miles above you. A goddess to be worshipped.
You fell on to your knees before her, as you always did, begging for your treat. Of course, she would give it to you anyway, but you still begged like that every time.
Her jogging outfit really didn't leave much to the imagination. You would go as far as to say, none of the small articles of clothing she had on, did in no way conceal her. They simply wrapped around her flesh, pronouncing everything even more if possible.
The sports bra she had on was so tight, it looked like she had painted her breasts yellow. Her nipples were extremely prominent through it, and even the slightly puffy flesh of her areola around them was visible. Her soft tummy was bare for anyone to see, and the cyan shorts dug in to her asscrack.
But most clear of all, was the bulge of her gargantuan stallionhood. Even though it was still unerect, her member was so big that the protruding sheath, as well as her huge testicles were clearly visible in nearly any set of clothing.
And Pinkie had no intention of hiding it. Everypony in Ponyville knew she was more than a mare. And they could certainly assume who was the stallion in your household.
Pinkie took a moment to enjoy the view. “I love that outfit,” she sighed, rolling her breasts in her hands. The bulge in the front of her shorts expanded slightly.
You loved the outfit too. The one piece corset, the nylon pantyhose and the slutty red heels were clearly designed for a female, but you loved them nonetheless. Actually, they were exclusively made for you. Rarity was quite happy to create them for you and Pinkie, along with the collar that you were also wearing.
Finally Pinkie leaned forward and grabbed the waistline of her shorts. A quiet whimper escaped your mouth before you could stop it, making her giggle.
As she stood back up, your eyes first focused on her crotch. The fur on and around her sheath was slightly darker than elsewhere on her body. The fleshy pink flare of her penis was already peeking out, hanging in front of her virile testicles, each one at least as big as your fist.
It would have been so easy to fall forward and bury your face in her crotch. But not before she had given you your first treat.
Your pleading eyes locked onto the sweaty shorts she was swinging above you teasingly. The smell of her musk had sharpened the moment those had come off. And with how much she was sweating, that small cloth was absolutely drenched in her scent.
She brought the shorts to her muzzle, pushing them against her nostrils and taking a long sniff. “Oh~,” she exhaled. “I think I kinda get why you like this, y'know.” Her member had grown closer to you again.
Suddenly she pushed the shorts against your face. You moaned out loud as your nose came in contact with the inside of the crotch. The smell was musky, earthy, sexy, dirty, and, most of all, indescribably good.
You felt a generous spurt of pre soiling your outfit as both your hands rose to smother every inch of those shorts onto every inch of your face. Your tongue peaked from your mouth to take a long lick across the inside of the sweaty cloth.
You couldn't see, you were running out of fresh air and you're lungs were filled with the musty pungent smell. If there was a heaven, you decided, it was this.
You could've kept sniffing until orgasm, but you knew better. Pinkie Pie had made it clear that cumming without her permission was a no-no. And doing a no-no resulted in a punishment. And not the kinky kind of spank-your-ass-until-you-can't-feel punishment, the frustrating kind. The kind with face sitting, edging and orgasm denial.
So you pulled the shorts off your face once you'd had your fill. You were greeted with the sight of Pinkie Pie's full erect length looming above you. Over 15 inches long, nearly 9 inches around and practically radiating with heat, so much that you could feel the warmth without even touching it. You moaned as you kept rubbing the cloth against the skin on your neck. You wanted to smell like her. You wanted everypony to know who you belonged to.
Pinkie slapped her flare against your cheek, making you whimper and leaving a sticky wet spot where she hit. “You want this cock?” she asked teasingly.
You moaned in affirmation.
“Then take it.”
Immediately you let the shorts drop to the floor as your hands sprung up to grab her member. You squeezed her under the medial ring and a dollop of pre the size of your thumb rolled out of her. It fell right in to your open mouth. It seemed to taste like usual, but you felt like you needed a slightly bigger helping. Just to make sure.
You grabbed under her flare with your right hand and raised the member up. Then you pressed your lips gently against the underside of her cock, while gently stroking the base with your left hand.
Pinkie moaned and you felt one of her hands on your head. You reached your right thumb up started rubbing it across the head, covering it in the precum she was leaking, while laying soft kisses on her shaft.
Your lips brushed over her medial ring making her groan and thrust her hips forward slightly. She was starting to leak so much it was now running over your hand and down her shaft. Slowly but surely nearing your eager tongue.
Once the first drop came in to your view, you immediately ran your tongue over it, tasting the pungent fluid that you loved so much. Pinkie's fingers curled in to your hair. You continued your way from drop to drop savouring each one like a droplet of water in a desert.
Finally you reached the already flaring head. The ridges around the head had become more pronounced and the head had puffed up around the precum drooling urethra. You gave a soft squeeze with your hand under the flare and her urethra spurted out a drop that splattered down on your hand. She whimpered softly.
The sensitive ridges around the flare were not designed only for your pleasure but hers as well. You closed your lips around them and sucked gently. Pinkie hissed and pushed you harder against her flesh.
As Pinkie mewled above you, you moved around the head, never taking your mouth off her. Once you came back to the spot you started from, you pushed your tongue against the puffy head and took a long lick over it.
“I'm gonna blow!” she cried out.
That wasn't supposed to happen yet. You pulled away from her, pushing your head down. She reluctantly let go of your hair once you were down enough and took a long breath to calm down.
You decided to treat yourself. You placed your hands on the insides of her thighs and gently parted them. The position wasn't the most comfortable for her but she wouldn't have reason to complain. You pushed your face against her balls, taking in the sweaty musk and placing a gentle kiss on them. But you were after something even better.
You raised her heavy testicles out of the way, and pushed your face under them. This was where her scent was the strongest. You pushed your nose against her flesh and filled your lungs with her. You opened your mouth around her taint and started sucking and licking, hoping to please her as well. Judging by her moans, you didn't disappoint.
Pinkie suddenly took a step forward. Placing her hooves behind your knees, trapping you head between her meaty thighs. You groaned as even the last hint of fresh air was gone, replaced by her.
All you could smell was her musk. All you could taste was her sweat. All you could see was her virile balls. You felt her hands in your hair again and whimpered.
You started running out of breath sooner than you had hoped. Still you would have stayed, if you didn't fear you might climax. You raised your hands up to her buttocks, slapping them, as you moaned desperately in to her flesh. She got the message, let you go and stepped back.
Now free from the flesh prison, your body collapsed. You panted hard, your body twitched and you felt your erection throbbing in the now completely soaked with pre clothes.
Pinkie Pie knelt down on you, wrapping her arms around your smaller body. She pushed her muzzle against your face and drowned you in sloppy kisses. You returned them with all the passion you felt for her.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard,” Pinkie whispered. You wanted it so bad.
She pulled you to your feet and scooped you up in her arms. Sometimes you forgot just how strong the earth mare was. She easily carried you to your bedroom, where she dropped you on the large bed.
“Now take off those clothes before I tear them off,” She growled.
You were going to anyway, but you appreciated the dirty talk. As you reached behind your back to open the corset, Pinkie started pulling off the clothes that she had left. Her headband was first, and once you finally managed to get out of the corset, her sports bra landed on your head. You resisted the urge to drown yourself in her armpit sweat.
You managed to kick off your heels before Pinkie pounced you.
“You took too long,” she said before kissing you again.
You were still wearing the pantyhose and the collar. Pinkie started grinding her erection against your smaller one through the nylon. You felt your member slide over her medial ring making her groan and shoot another glob of pre on your chest.
Then she let you go, only to grab you again and pull you to the edge of the bed. She laid you on your back, with your neck at the edge of the bed. You knew what was coming and you couldn't wait.
Pinkie jumped off the bed and pushed the drooling head of her erection against your face. Your mouth was already gaping wide and ready. But she didn't go in yet. She rubbed the head of her member against your entire face, covering it in a glaze of sticky precum. Then she laid her shaft on top of you, and tried a few thrusts, smacking her balls against your face. You gave a begging whimper.
Finally she pushed her flare against your mouth. You licked her urethra, trying to entice her.
“You better be ready for this,” she groaned.
The flaring head popped in surprisingly easy. Well, not surprising. You were well trained after all. You moaned as your mouth was immediately filled with her pre. It had a tangy sour taste with an after taste of sweetness. You loved it.
She slid over your tongue back and forth, rubbing her taste in to you. Then she pushed past your tongue. You gagged at the feeling before composing yourself. You felt her hands on your neck, and your collar dropping to the floor. And then she was in your throat. You felt your neck bulging against her hands. You couldn't breath properly. You wanted her deeper.
Her medial ring bumped against your lips. You so desperately wanted to open your mouth wider to get her inside but you couldn't. She pulled back instead, the ridges of her flaring head almost hurting your throat as she pulled out. She left the head in your mouth, which again quickly filled with her tasty pre that you greedily swallowed down.
You took a deep breath, as she started pushing back in. She pushed until her ring kissed your lips again. She grabbed the sides of your head and you twitched in excitement. She pulled back an inch and slammed forward, making you gag again. Her medial ring popped in your mouth, your teeth grazed against it, making her growl.
You coughed and sputtered around her meat as she slowly forced her way forward. Even with all your training you couldn't take her entire length smoothly. Her huge ballsack covered your eyes as Pinkie hilted herself inside you. It was still unbelievable to you that she could even fit all of herself down your throat.
Pinkie started pulling back, her flare, now even bigger than before, scraping against your sensitive throat. You pulled on the sheets and kicked your legs. It hurt, it really did, but it also felt good. Better than good.
Only her head remained in your mouth again, drooling precum that you happily swallowed, your eyes rolling from the ecstatic taste. Pinkie didn't push back in. She kept pulling back. Her flare was now bigger than it was going in, and it took a significant amount of effort before it came free with a wet plop. Pre spluttered all over your face.
You looked up, past the thumb sized droplets of pre dripping on to your face and hair, past the pink hand slowly stroking the gigantic cock, past the huge pillowy breasts, all the way to her face. Her beautiful face. Her bright blue eyes and her frizzled pink hair and her cute muzzle. And the wide toothy smile dominating that beautiful face.
She knelt over you on the bed, burying your face against her taint again. You were gasping, desperately trying to suffocate yourself in her smell. You felt her hands on your thighs, squeezing them, as she started grinding back and forth, rubbing herself on your face. You were so close.
She stood back up, barely saving you from prematurely finishing. You gasped for air, breathing deep, trying to calm yourself, to no avail. She smacked her cock against your cheek again, more pre exploding on your face.
“Now I'm going to cum,” she panted. “And you will too.”
You didn't get the chance to thank her. Her left hand grabbed your chin as her right squeezed under her flare. You opened wide as she tried to force the engorged head in to your mouth. The pre covering everything helped and it soon popped in. She didn't waste time filling your throat with pony meat.
Her heavy balls slapped against your forehead and your cock throbbed. Your nose was nearly inside her sheath, beads of her musky sweat entering you with every inhale. She pulled back again, this time only to the medial ring, before slamming back in. Your eyes rolled back and your legs started kicking as she started roughly fucking your face.
Your right hand grabbed your own cock though the nylon, as your left pushed past your balls, pressing against your taint. Pinkies hands easily lifted your buttocks off the bed and started kneading them roughly.
She stopped thrusting and you felt her balls tremble against your face as she tried to hold her orgasm as long as she could. You didn't want that though, as selfish as that thought was of you. You were already having a hard time breathing, so it didn't bother you much as you lifted your hands to your throat. You choked yourself, effectively jerking her off at the same time. Her loud moan meant your efforts were paying off.
You were nearly over the edge as well. You just needed that one push from her. Her fingers dug in to your buttocks and her voice rose higher as she screeched in a strained voice.
“Cum, you slut!”
That was it. Your brain snapped off. Your pleasured scream turned to a gurgle around her cock and your body tensed. Your first load of the day exploded through the nylon, thick cum spluttering on to your stomach. Not even half as thick as hers.
Pinkie exploded in to your stomach at the same time. Her cock throbbed. You felt the warmth of it first, before the intoxicating euphoria washed over you. You felt the second throb just as clearly and wanted her to never pull out. But she did. Once more she throbbed in your throat before the cum spouting head was in your mouth. Another throb and your mouth filled with more cum than you could swallow, two streams of cum exploding from your nostrils as you coughed and gagged.
Her cock plopped out of your mouth again. You couldn't see her throb again with your eyes rolling back. Another rope of cum landed on your tongue and face, oozing down in to your hair. She pointed her still climaxing tool over you. Three more long ropes shot on your body, covering you in warmth and her scent.
Finally everything calmed down. The heat started to turn down, fresh air was returning to your lungs, you had rode the last of your climax. Pinkie Pie hadn't calmed. Her cock had lost some of it's hardness and her flare had diminished, but the fire was still burning inside her.
She climbed on to the bed over you, and grabbed you by the ankles, pulling you properly up. Her knees settled on each side of your neck and you gasped as you realised what was coming. Pinkie spread her fat ass cheeks as she sat down on you, burying your entire head in a world of ass and her scent. You were throbbing hard again.
She twisted her hips around until she found the best position. Her puckered asshole was now pushing against your lips. She didn't need to ask you before your tongue shot out of your mouth. A breathy moan came from above you as your tongue explored her tight rim.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard, slut.”
You felt her hands all over your body, rubbing her cum in to your skin.
“I've been meaning to ask,” she suddenly said, in a completely different voice. “Do you really like being called a slut? 'Cause I don't think I would.”
You moan affirmatively in to her ass. It wasn't so much that you enjoyed being called a slut. It was more that you enjoyed being a slut. For her.
“Well, if you like it,” she replied. Before her tone changed back to Sexy Pie. “Then I'm going to fuck you like a slut.”
You felt her hands grip the pantyhose in your inner thighs. You could barely hear it from your position, but you felt it, as she ripped them open between your legs. Rarity would have words to say about such behaviour.
You felt your body bend, as she lifted your ass up, trapping your legs under her arms. Soon enough you felt her drool dripping on to your asshole. Her tongue followed quickly suit. Unlike you, who took his time licking and teasing around her pucker, she wasn't fucking around. Her thick tongue forced it's way inside you immediately.
It was hard to concentrate on pleasing her with her strong slimy appendage exploring your insides. But you didn't want to be second best. It was significantly harder to force your tongue inside her. Her equine tongue was larger, stronger, and clearly superior to yours. And her asshole wasn't nearly as stretched as yours.
But your persistence was rewarded. You finally broke through, earning an appreciative moan from her. The heat of her insides was searing. Her tight pucker pulsed around your tongue with her heartbeat. And the taste. Your entire body twitched as you soaked your tongue in that taste. The steamy, earthy taste was topped off with what could be nothing but the taste of whipped cream. She ate way too much of it.
Pinkie's tongue retreated from your rectum before you felt a liquid dripping over it. It was not her drool, this was thicker and stickier. It had to be her cum.
Two fingers started rubbing the fluid against your loose asshole. Her middle and ring finger. They massaged around your rim, before plummeting in. You whimpered, your voice vibrating in to her asshole.
“You like getting fucked like a slut?” She smacked your left butt cheek.
The two fingers weren't much thicker than her tongue. The stretch wasn't that much. But it was enough to get you dripping pre on to your own stomach.
Her fingers started pistoning in and out of your sensitive hole. Each thrust pressing hard against your prostate. Your tongue ceased it's attack on her as your body coped with the abuse of your pleasure button.
You felt her hot maw close around your coinpurse. Both your testicles were sucked in to her wet mouth, her tongue rolling around them. Her fingers never let up on their attack. Then her large tongue squeezed your balls against the roof of her mouth. You screamed in to her asshole as you came again. She didn't slow down, even as your cum covered her tits.
Finally she freed your legs, letting your still trembling body fall to the bed. Pinkie lifted her ass off you. You could hardly care that you could breath fresh air again.
Pinkie sat down next to you. Her cock was again at full length, already flaring. She grabbed your weakened body and easily pulled you up in to her lap. You assumed she would give you time to come down from your high, when she lifted your body above her cockhead.
But you didn't tell her to wait. You didn't resist as she forced your loose asshole against the drooling head of her hard cock. Your eyes rolled back, your tongue lolled out, you whimpered and then her flare popped inside you. You groaned as she pushed past your sensitive prostate, your hole stretching to accommodate her impressive girth.
Your mouth remained open even as your long groan died down as you ran out of breath. She just kept pushing you down, forcing more and more of her inside you. Her medial ring pressed inside easily, and made you gasp as it rolled over your prostate. It didn't take long before her sheath nestled in to your asscrack. You composed yourself enough to look down.
The entirety of her 15 inch marecock was inside of you, bulging against your abdomen obscenely. You could see her flare just two inches above your navel, with more of her length clearly visible underneath it, disappearing under your navel.
It was as incredible as always. The heat, the fullness, the stretch. The unbelievability of the fact that all of her could fit inside you. But not only that. Her scent, her pillowy chest against your neck, her arms around your hips. Her lips in your hair and her soft giggle.
You wanted her to ravage you. And you knew exactly how to make that happen. Your hands flew to your abdomen, squeezing her flare through your flesh. Pinkie hissed and bit your hair.
“That's how it is, huh?” she laughed.
Her hands suddenly left your hips. Her arms hooked behind your knees, pulling your legs up as her hands grabbed on to your neck. You were trapped in her hold, unable to move anything but your arms. It was perfect.
She leaned forward, pushing herself up on her knees. She was in prime position to bounce your frail body on her massive cock. Which is exactly what she did.
She swung her arms forward, pulling your legs with them. With her hands behind your neck, you were forced to watch as the bulge on your stomach disappeared, only to reappear as you fell back down. Her cock scraped against your insides and stabbed in to your core as she started on a rapid rhythm.
Your teeth clenched and your toes curled. You couldn't look away from the abuse your stomach was going through. Each thrust forced a high squeak from you. Pinkie was panting in to your ear. You felt her biceps straining against your legs and her sweat mixing with your own on your back. Her length was rubbing against every inch of your insides. And still it wasn't enough.
The position didn't let enough of her length to move. She hadn't once pulled out enough to free her medial ring. It seemed it wasn't enough for Pinkie either. Before you could voice your disappointment, Pinkie let your legs free and dropped your body on the bed.
Your face made contact with the wet sheets, but you hips stayed in the air, supported by her hilted erection. You tried to raise your upper body, but felt her right hand on your head, keeping you down. You couldn't look up to her, but felt her looming above you.
Agonizingly slowly, she pulled back. You whimpered as you were left with an almost painful feeling of emptiness. Only her head remained inside of you and she stopped moving. She remained still for an agonizingly long period of time, before leaning over you.
“I love you my little slut,” her voice tickled your ear.
With that she rammed herself back inside you. The wet sound of her hips slapping against your bottom was overshadowed by the echo of your squeal. Her balls smacked against your own as her flared cockhead speared into your insides.
Before you had time to recover, she did it again. She started slamming in to you repeatedly, each thrust making her head press against your prostate before filling you. You were crying out constantly now, unable to even bite your lip to silence yourself. You struggled against her hand to push your face in to the bed to avoid too much noise.
“No!” Pinkie shrieked. She grabbed your hair and pulled your head up. “I want to hear you! I want everypony to hear you!”
So you screamed. You screamed from the top of her lungs. You screamed Pinkie Pie's name. You screamed the name of your owner. And as you did, Pinkie's grip in your hair hardened. She howled. She came.
She was completely hilted inside of you as you felt the pressure of her strong ejaculation against your intestines. Heat spread out from your core, as rope after thick rope she filled you. Your stomach pressed against the sheets as your intestines rounded out like a cum filled balloon.
After nearly a minute, her climax came to an end. She stood up, pulling her member out of you. Your ass clamped on to her cock and she ended up pulling your lower body up off the bed. You couldn't hold on though, and soon fell on your plump tummy. You felt cum blow out from your abused rear. Pinkie Pie groaned above you, and you felt one more single rope of cum on your back.
Throughout all of this, you didn't reach orgasm.
Pinkie Pie jumped off the bed. She looked at you with a smirk.
“Cum, slut.”
And you came. At your third ejaculation, you didn't have much to give, but you gave all of it. She smiled as you whimpered in joy.
“I'm gonna go pig out now,” she snickered. “Before the delicious meal my dear slut worked so hard on gets cold. Join me once you can.”
She left the room. You heard the chair dragging against the floor before the clinking of kitchen utensils. You simply laid there, too exhausted to move. Your head felt hazy.
You kind of wished she had stayed to cuddle with you. Nothing made you quite as calm as when she held you in her arms. Being wrapped in her flesh and enveloped by her scent. Feeling her arms around you and her breath in your ear. Just thinking about it made you feel sleepy.
And then you heard her voice. A loud content hum as she enjoyed her food. You smiled. Energy suddenly returned to your body. You clambered to your feet and groggily made your way to the kitchen, leaving a trail of cum behind you. You'd clean it up later.
Pinkie smiled at you, but said nothing with her mouth full to the brim. You smiled back, before crawling under the table for your meal.
Author's Note
I had this ready a week ago but forgot to publish it with all that's been going on irl. I was, at one point, thinking of making this a series, with one for each of the Mane 6, but I feel like I set bar too high with this. I just don't know what I could offer with 5 more stories like this. Besides, I have another idea brewing again. As always, constructive critisism is appreciated.
