A Cultural Connection.

by PhucknuckL

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Saffron Masala, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Random
Length: 6759

Pinkie Pie and Saffron Masala swap recipes.

Pinkie Pie and Saffron Masala return to the Tasty Treat after a night on the town.

Pinkie Pie finds a book and is keen to try a recipe or two from within.

FYI:
Not necessary pre-reading, but the following yarn comes after and makes reference to this wanker's screenshot comic.

This is my first attempt at clop. I won't defend its mediocrity, I'm no writer. It was created merely as a birthday gift for a mate. It was his request I publish it.

Happy Birthday Pissfart. This is for you.

Preread by: Etherealunessence,
Edited by: Eppie Genetic and JeremyStorm.

Published 2016-08-11 00:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-11 00:30:01 UTC

The right ingredients are the key.

The right ingredients are the key.

इन घोड़े बकवास करने के लिए जा रहे हैं इन घोड़े बकवास करने के लिए जा रहे हैं इन घोड़े बकवास करने के लिए जा रहे हैं

Dawn was moments away from breaking as two young mares returned from celebrating a night on the town.

"Pinkie Pie, you sure know how to show a mare a good time." Saffron Masala trudged wearily down the small alleyway leading to the Tasty Treat. Pinkie Pie, pronking happily alongside her, giggled.

"What can I say? No pony party's like Pinkie Pie."

"Merciful Hayagriva, Pinkie Pie, how can you still be so full of energy? I can barely walk."

Pinkie halted mid-pronk and dropped to all fours. "Dunno, I guess I've always been a little hyper. The only time I remember being truly worn out was when I was watching paint dry." Saffron stopped and stared blankly at the perplexing pink pony. "It's a long story,” Pinkie offered with a shrug.

Saffron returned a shrug of her own and smiled. "A tale for another time then." She took another few paces, plucking a key from her coat pocket and sliding it into the lock on the front door of her restaurant. With a hesitant lip bite she turned back to Pinkie, "I don't suppose you'd like to... come in for a kaapi?" Pinkie tilted her head quizzically.

"What's a kaapi? Oh, you mean like a nightcap? 'Cause it's nearly morning, I don't think I've ever heard of anypony having a morning cap. Except maybe my mum. She always had heaps of vanilla extract in the house. She'd have a bottle out every morning, though nothing we ever ate on the rock farm was flavoured with it. I never understood it until I started baking myself. Do you know how much alcohol is in pure vanilla extract?"

Saffron shook her head, futilely trying to follow Pinkie Pie's ramblings.

"A lot. Don't let anypony dare you into drinking a whole bottle. That stuff's got more kick than hard cider, trust me. Or you could wake up a long way from home, in the middle of a hedge maze with a shaved tail, and Stella was ere scrawled on your butt cheek. A traffic cone up your aah-stuck on your head and spooning a boulder called Tom, who never writes, and later shacks up with one of your best friends."

Saffron blinked at Pinkie without a shred of comprehension. "What's a traffic cone? You know what, never mind, I'll take your word for it. However, what I'm offering you is merely coffee."

"Oooooh, I'd love some, I don't get to have it very often. For some silly reason no one in Ponyville lets me drink it. I can't fathom why!"

Saffron eyed her carefully. "Well okay then, but after a night like that I need some. Though I must warn you, it's pretty strong stuff." She pushed the door inwards and strode inside, only to freeze two steps in. "Kya bakavaas mein yahaan hua?"

"What?" asked Pinkie.

"Gah, this place is a mess! I presumed my father and your friend Rarity were going to clean this place. If anything it's worse." Saffron wrinkled her nose. "And what is that smell?" Pinkie Pie poked her head in the door and surveyed the chaos. All the tables had been pushed against the walls and the stools thrown on top haphazardly. There was a large rug in the centre of the room, stained by substances not readily identifiable. But if the bottles of oil, half-melted candles, a few weird-looking vegetables and a spatula were anything to go by, they might have an idea. "Bah, I'll clean this up later. Pinkie please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a moment with coffee." Saffron trotted huffily into the kitchen, mumbling under her breath in her native tongue. Pinkie stepped carefully around the rug towards the only table not cluttered. She slid into the large purple couch and sniffed the air. A familiar scent seemed to be hidden among the others, one she was intimately familiar with.

Oh Rarity, you sly little minx, strengthening cultural ties I see. Her eyes fell upon a few pieces of rope that looked like they had been gnawed on. Quite literally, it seems.

She sat idly toying with the candle holder in the middle of the table and swinging her rear legs back and forth. One of her hooves tapped something beneath the table. She ducked her head under and retrieved a large brown book. The Karmaresutra. A guide for lovers was printed on the cover. Hellooo, what do we have here? Laying it on the table, she opened the book and began flicking through the pages. Yadda yadda yadda, the priorities of life. The acquisition of knowledge. Conduct of the well-bred townsmare. The Stimulation of desire... whoa!

Pinkie's eyes widened and her cheeks flushed as she leafed through seemingly page after page of some of the wildest sex she'd ever seen. Sweet Liquorice Allsorts! She began squirming in her seat. She'd never seen a book like this before. What the Fruit Tingle is a Tominagi? She turned a few more pages. Huh. Actually, I've done more than a few of these not even realising they had names. So, when I do that one with the Mayor, it's called the Catherine Wheel. Twilight's favourite is the... Magic Mountain, pfft, figures. Fluttershy's is the- oh! The Butterfly, heh heh, that's adorable. Pinkie scooted forward to the edge of the sofa, the action positioning her most holiest of holies right on the beaded seam of the cushion. Without a conscious decision, she began slowly rocking back and forth on her rump. Squeezing her thighs together a little tighter and rotating her shoulders, Pinkie brought a hoof up to her brow. Is it hotter in here all of a sudden or what?

The next section of the book went on about acquiring a wife or something. She flicked through the rest of the book but found no more pictures that stood out. She hastily flipped back to the pony on pony action. She glanced over her shoulder towards the kitchen. Saffron could be heard moving about. It sounded like she was pouring liquid from really high up into a pot that was really low. That must take some skill. I wonder what other skills she has? Her head may have been directed towards the kitchen but her eyes were drawn back to the book, eventually reaching their limit and dragging her head along with them. Pinkie shuffled her hips, pushing her moistening folds more forcefully into the sofa. Jolly Ranchers, this is hot. She turned her lower body to sit side-on to the table, dropping one hoof to the floor and propping her other knee on the sofa. "Mmmm," she moaned as the cushion seam lined up perfectly to slip between the lips of her outer labia. Back and forth, back and forth, she turned through the pages, her hips rocking along in tempo.

"Your kaapi ma'am, piping hot." A tray of coffee cups carried in a purple aura pushed through the curtain of beads from the kitchen. Pinkie slammed the book closed and clutched it to her chest. Her eyes searched the restaurant, frantically trying to find somewhere to stash the book. Saffron followed the tray into the room as Pinkie stood up, dropped the book onto the seat and sat on it. Saffron's steps faulted and the tray wobbled in her magic when a loud squelch reverberated around the room. Pinkie crossed her rear hooves and sat dead straight. Her arms also crossed in front of her, held rigidly on the table. "You okay Pinkie?" Saffron inquired.

"YES INDEEDY!" she barked through a strained smile. The sceptical unicorn hostess gently placed the tray of steaming cups on the table and took a seat opposite the almost hyperventilating earth pony. She sniffed the air and studied her trembling guest. Pinkie's smile seemed unnaturally wide but didn't include her eyes. They were as wide as dinner plates and flicked side to side, looking everywhere but at Saffron.

"Are you sure? Because you look awfully flushed, and you're sweating profusely."

"HA HA! I'M FINE, YOU'RE FINE, EVERYPONY'S FINE. NO BOOK HERE. HA HA! IS THAT THE COFFEE? GOOD. 'CAUSE I REALLY NEED A DRINK RIGHT NOW!"

"Why are you shouting?"

"I'M NOT SHOUTING, I'M TOMINAGI - I MEAN TALKING, JUST TALKING! HA HA HA!" Pinkie lunged forward and grabbed a cup of kaapi with both hooves. She picked it up, ready to shotgun the whole cup in one go. An inch from her muzzle it was surrounded in a purple aura.

PINKIE NO! It’s too hot!" Saffron pulled the cup away from Pinkie's lips with all her strength.

Refusing to relinquish her beverage, Pinkie was dragged from the chair and heaved halfway across the table, scattering the candle holder to the floor. Her mouth was pursed and her tongue was forcing its considerable length beyond her lips, almost reaching the mass of foam atop the cup held in her outstretched forelimbs. Saffron's eyes widened in delight as she watched the long orange appendage wriggle and cavort before her. mujhe bhaad! Saffron's eyes travelled the length of the tongue, beyond Pinkie's quivering lips, her twitching ears, over the first mane she'd seen since coming to Canterlot that rivalled her own for sheer volume, the strong, broad earth pony shoulders. She's actually quite beautiful. Those generous curves, the supple flanks, that wondrous tail, the book suctioned to her nethers... Well that explains the squelch. Wait! I know that book. Saffron divided her magical focus and tugged on the book.

~ Schlop! ~

Pinkie withdrew her tongue with a gasp and let go of the cup. It sailed through the air and smashed against the floor, adding yet another stain to the rug in the centre of the room. Saffron levitated the book over the prone pony on the table and laid it down. A mortified Pinkie Pie buried her face in her hooves and shuddered.

"Were you reading this?" Saffron asked calmly.

"I may have flicked through the first couple of pages," she croaked from behind her hoof fortress.

"Just as a pony in full gallop, blinded by the energy of her own speed, pays no attention to any post or hole or ditch on the path, so two lovers, blinded by passion, in the friction of sexual battle, are caught up in their fierce energy and pay no attention to danger," Saffron recited.

Pinkie peeked an eye out from behind her hoof. "Huh?"

With her eyes half-lidded, Saffron leaned over the book and breathed deeply through her nose. "Your aroma is sweet, dear Pinkie Pie." Ever so slowly, Saffron extended her own tongue and drew it sensuously across the book. "Mmmmm, you possess the flavor of imarti." She smacked her lips and smiled coquettishly at the gobsmacked Pinkie. "What exactly were you doing while I was in the kitchen?"

"I ah..." Pinkie paused, uncharacteristically lost for words. The exotic unicorn leaned back against the chair. Without breaking eye contact with the stammering earth pony and using memory alone, she opened the book to the exact page she wanted.

"This is one of my... personal favourites." She spun the book with her magic and presented it to Pinkie. "Good for any occasion. Stallion... or mare." Pinkie reddened further and looked at the book.

Huh, Splitting Bamboo. The illustration showed a mare on her back with her weight shifted slightly to her left hip. The leg on the non-weight bearing side was lifted into the air. A Stallion was straddling her left leg, sheath deep in the mare and placing the lifted leg on his shoulder. He was clutching the raised leg to his chest with one foreleg and fondling the breasts of the mare with the other hoof. Both of the figures had their eyes closed in bliss. Pinkie Pie bit her lip. In her mind, Pinkie laid herself in the mare's position and replaced the stallion with Saffron, their marehoods grinding feverishly against each other. That could work. She shook her head and looked up, only to find Saffron had vanished.

Startled, Pinkie tried to scramble backwards. Her rear hooves touched the floor but her rump bumped against something soft, yet unyielding. She felt a hoof press into the base of her whithers and warm breath caress her right ear. "But we'll work up to that." The hoof holding her to the table withdrew as Saffron waited to see if Pinkie would object to her advances. Pinkie Pie shuddered and groaned as the mouth that had uttered those sensual words closed around the tip of her ear and gently nibbled. She felt an unbelievably soft barrel gently lay into her back. Saffron had removed her tunic and laid her petite amber body atop the trembling Pinkie Pie. Saffron placed a fore-hoof on each of Pinkie's Cutie Marks and slowly ran them up her sides. Pinkie sucked a breath through clenched teeth as they brushed against the lay of her fur.

She released the breath with a throaty, "Aaahh," as the arms reached forth over the points of her shoulders and encircled her chest. Saffron pressed her hips firmly forward, pushing Pinkie's stifles into the edge of the table, and forcing the quivering tail trapped between them against that drenched pink quim. The teeth gripping her ear released and whispered.

"First, I shall introduce you to something I learned from the book that I am particularly fond of... auparishtaka." Pinkie had no idea what the word meant but was rather anxious to find out.

Her eyes closed with sensual bliss of her own as delicate lips placed themselves behind her ear and suckled. The lips were replaced by a tongue that licked the small patch of fur. Pinkie groaned again as the lips and tongue traversed down her neck. Kiss, suck, lick. Kiss, suck, lick. The weight that was pressing her into the table shifted as Saffron made her way down Pinkie's body. Kiss, suck, lick. Kiss, suck, lick. Pinkie Pie was melting into the tabletop as Saffron's fore-hooves joined the fray. Using her barrel, lips and hooves, Saffron seemed intent on caressing every square inch of the plush pink pony beneath her. Pinkie may not have been literally melting but she was certainly dripping.

Against Saffron Masala's titillating exoticness, the enticing foreign scents of the restaurant and the heady aromas of two heated mares, Pinkie Pie had no defence. Her arousal had risen to a level that allowed her vaginal secretions to escape the confines of her marehood and drip in a slow but steady rhythm to the restaurant floor. Their flow was halted when Saffron brought a knee forward and ground her stifle against Pinkie's mound. The pliable party pony arched her back and cried out, "Krispy Kremes, that feels sooo good!"

Saffron withdrew her leg and lifted herself from Pinkie. She sat down behind her, her hooves never breaking contact as they continued their diligent fondling, the balloons of her Cutie Marks being their current target. "Aap abhee tak kuchh bhee mahasoos nahin kiya ha," she uttered silkily. Pinkie tried to turn her head for clarification but it never made it around to face her assailant. She slammed her muzzle into the crook of her elbow as a tongue made its acquaintance with her most intimate of areas. One long, agonisingly slow lick from the hood of her clitoris, straight up to her puckered pink pooper. The tongue barely parted her folds as it traversed, but gained enough depth to grant the foreign temptress a sizeable sample of the local cuisine. "Delightful. You truly possess the sweetest of [balushahi](http://royalsweets.uk.com/images/medium/Balushahi9867.png)." Pinkie Pie murmured something unintelligible but didn't lift her head.

Saffron dragged her hoof from its place on Pinkie’s right Cutie Mark and ran it down her hind leg. She used it to gently nudge Pinkie's hooves further apart. Her left arm wrapped itself over her croup and squeezed. Pinkie lifted her head and inhaled through gritted teeth as the hoof that was spreading her legs travelled up the inside of her thigh. A small puff of disappointment escaped her nostrils as the hoof skipped over her marehood without so much as a passing graze and ran down her other leg, the subtle pressure guiding her legs wider. Her hopes lifted as that hoof made its way back up; again she was left wanting as it avoided the spot that yearned for it most. Pinkie whimpered at the hoof travelling further from her needy loins. She stiffened and her breath hitched when the hoof disappeared from her right rear pastern and was pressed firmly to her pining pussy. She tensed further, waiting for the seductress to start massaging, but it didn't come, though Pinkie nearly did. All she felt was the hoof push forcefully against her outer lips, the pressure alone causing a smackeral of Pinkie juice to ooze from her honeypot and coat the hoof. Pinkie dipped her head back to the table with a guttural moan that ended with a gasp when the slickened hoof drew a line down over the hood of her clitoris and began smearing her juices over her swollen breasts. Teasing the tips of her teats until they stood out like raspberries against the generous amount of tissue beneath them, Saffron cooed, "You are blessed with breasts akin to the bovine."

Pinkie froze.

She had always been self-conscious of her breasts. They were larger and more noticeable than the average mare's. She had been teased quite a bit as a younger filly by colts and fillies alike. The chant of; ~Pinkie's bits, like a Jersey's tits.~ Had been popular for a while. Without turning around Pinkie asked, "Did... did you just call me... a cow?" her voice tainted with hurt, which was not missed by Saffron.

"You misunderstand me, my heavenly creature," Saffron replied, her voice dripping with more honey than Pinkie's hind end. "In my culture, as I am want to do to you..." Saffron inhaled deeply through her nose. "...They are worshipped."

Pinkie Pie howled as Saffron closed in. Her mouth wide, covering the entire pouting pussy, Saffron suckled and drove her tongue deeply into Pinkie's depths. The unicorn thrust both hooves through Pinkie's hind legs to intensely knead her ample bosom. Withdrawing her tongue, she locked her lips around Pinkie's protruding pearl, which had been coaxed out of its hiding by Saffron's salacious skills. Pinkie jammed her face back into the crook of her elbow and screamed obscenities at the table. She upped the ante of her apparent hatred of the table by repeatedly pummelling it with her other hoof. Saffron was as persistent as she was proficient. She alternated flawlessly between a nimble nursing of her nubbin and lavish licking of her love lounge. On and on she continued, her efforts building Pinkie right up to the precipice of oblivion without actually tipping her over. But that was about to change.

For Saffron... started humming.

Pinkie front legs shot forward and gripped the other edge of the table. Her shoulders hunched and she started sputtering "I'm gonna-, I'm gonna cu-, I'm gonnaaAA-CARAMELLO KOALAS!" Saffron's mouth was flooded with viscous fluids, Pinkie's head rearing back and screeching at the ceiling. The reverent unicorn swallowed every last drop as if it was being offered from a sacred Kamandalu.

Pinkie slumped bonelessly onto the table, a goofy smile plastered across her face and her eyes dreamy. Saffron sat back and surveyed her work. The sated earth pony twitched when she felt hooves return to caressing her Cutie Marks. Pinkie groggily lifted a hoof and beckoned Saffron to come around the other side of table. Saffron complied, making the move on three legs. The other remained in contact with Pinkie, dragging up her flank to cup the cheek of one very satisfied customer. As she sat down Pinkie brushed her hoof away and ineffectively grasped at the unicorn’s head. Saffron leaned forward, allowing Pinkie to embrace her and draw her nearer. Pinkie lifted her head and kissed Saffron, hard.

Drawing vigour from the kiss, she pulled her remaining legs close and stood up on the table. With her revitalised earth pony strength she effortlessly held the willing Saffron to her lips, the unicorn now having to stand on her own hind legs to reach. The sole sound of air rushing in and out of their noses was disturbed by simultaneous moans from both ponies. Pinkie broke the kiss, breathing heavily. She pressed her forehead against Saffron's, the unicorn's horn poking into her frizzier than usual mane as Pinkie stared into the violet depths before her eyes. With a firm grip on Saffron's shoulders, Pinkie swung her hips around to her side and perched herself on the edge of the table. She drew Saffron into a bone crushing hug and nuzzled the side of her face.

"That was super-duper amazing," she sighed winsomely into Saffron's ear. "I don't think I've ever been so happy to be called a cow before."

"Aap sahee maayane mein ek praanee bhakti ke yogy hain," was the reply. Pinkie released her hold and drew back, cocking an eyebrow at Saffron. "You are truly a creature worthy of devotion," Saffron teasingly translated.

"Dawww c'mere you." Pinkie's bubbly nature returned full force and pulled Saffron in for another kiss, her tongue demanding entrance into the unicorn's mouth. Saffron closed her eyes and complied, but not without attempting a small duel at the entrance with her own. Saffron's tongue may have possessed a unique finesse, a worthy opponent to a lesser foe. But this? This was Pinkie Pie. Saffron felt she was trying to battle a broadsword with a letter opener. A broadsword that could change its composition at whim. Pinkie's tongue tapped hers in acknowledgement of its existence then merely stepped around it and proceeded to pillage Saffron's mouth. She endured the peculiar sensation of Pinkie's tongue coiling around her own like a cobra and dragging it from her mouth to devour it at will in its own cave. She'd never felt anything like it in her life. She moaned through her nose as she submitted to Pinkie Pie's exquisite torture. All too soon, it stopped.

Saffron opened her violet eyes. A pair of gleaming paradoxes stared back. A crisp and cold arctic blue surrounded a pupil blazing with lust. To add another conundrum to the enigma, Pinkie spoke with cheerful merriment.

"Okay, my turn!" Without explanation Saffron found herself in Pinkie's arms, being carried bridal style to the rug in the middle of the room. She hadn't felt herself being lifted. She didn't even know Pinkie had gotten off the table.

"How did you, when did we, how are you even walking like that?"

"Don't postulate the pink," Pinkie giggled. "I don't know what that means, but that's what Twilight mutters to herself every time I do something she records in her Pinkie'isms journal." Pinkie kissed her cheek. "She's up to volume nine; I've even got my own shelf in her library. Apparently she can't classify me, and every time she tried testing me her weird science thingies would blow up. She gave up years ago and now just writes it all down and accepts Pinkie as Pinkie." Saffron was trying her level best to follow along to what Pinkie Pie was saying. Unfortunately she kept losing herself in the mesmerising visage of Pinkie's remarkable tongue cavorting about her mouth as she spoke. Saffron was hungry to feel that extraordinary appendage explore her wanton neediness.

In another display of her complete disregard for physics, Pinkie leaned forward and gently placed Saffron on the soft rug. How she did it without toppling forward would play itself over in Saffron's mind for days to come, amid the other events that were about to take place. Saffron laid on her back with her legs splayed as Pinkie leaned in to kiss her fiercely again. Saffron didn't even try to offer any resistance this time. She just let herself go, losing herself in the moment and letting the mysterious pink enchantress take the metaphorical reigns for now. Pinkie tilted her head and positioned herself over the prone and pliable unicorn beneath her. She gently let her chest press down. Saffron moaned into her mouth as Pinkie lowered her weight onto her submissive partner. Inch after inch, the area of contact progressed along their length until the natural contours of their bodies prevented further engagement. Pinkie disengaged the heavy and passionate kiss, and started peppering sweet and playful kisses along Saffron's jaw. Saffron bit her lip and groaned when she felt that scintillating tongue twirl around her ear and drag it into her mouth. Conflicting emotions vied for supremacy in her mind. The erotic sensation of having her whole ear suckled on was in a heated skirmish with the ticklish sensation of what Pinkie's tongue was doing to the felt on its inside.

The tickling won.

Saffron's head shuddered and she snatched her ear from Pinkie's mouth, giggling profusely. Pinkie looked down with a smirk. "I was wondering how long you were gonna last." Saffron looked up at her with mock horror.

"You heathen, that was intentional?" she asked, her smile betraying her.

"Of course it was," Pinkie said as she grinned down at her. "That's one of my favourite sexy fun times trick. Two piñatas with one swing! It starts with you feeling good when I suck your ear, then watching your face when I start licking the felt is priceless. Then pop! You have your eargasm, pull out and start laughing. And that to me is one of the best things ever!" Pinkie's wide grin shrank into a more heartfelt smile. "You have a really sexy laugh, you know?" Saffron reached a hoof up and booped her on the nose.

"You're adorable."

Pinkie's wide grin returned with vengeance. "I know!" she giggled, leaning in and blowing a raspberry on Saffron's neck. Riotous laughter erupted from Saffron as she squirmed under the assault. Pinkie drew her mouth away from Saffron's neck a hair's breadth. "See? Sexy." Pinkie returned her lips to the slim ochre neck. Saffron caught her breath and made to squirm away at the expected razzing, but found herself instead being treated to sensual suckling and nibbling. She released her held breath with a comfortable sigh and relaxed under the peculiar pink pony.

Pinkie replicated Saffron's earlier treatment of her. Kissing, sucking, and licking her way down the body, adding her own mark by nibbling on occasion. But this time the recipient was on her back, the arrangement adding a few literal breathtaking detours to the journey. Saffron shuddered as Pinkie slowed her advance at the foothills of her more modest breasts.

Choosing to enact a little payback for the earlier teasing, Pinkie skirted the mounds and made for the valley between them. Saffron's breath quickened as Pinkie neared her moistening petals. She started panting when Pinkie slid her hooves up her sides and lightly stroked her ribs. Her excitement fizzled when Pinkie reversed course and made her way out of the valley and hovered around her belly button, continuing to pepper her with light kisses.

But something felt... off.

Saffron lifted her head and glanced down at a mischievously grinning Pinkie Pie. How she was grinning and still kissing her was a mystery for another time. Pinkie was waiting for just this moment, she locked eyes with Saffron and lowered her muzzle onto the nipple of the right breast. Saffron dropped her head to the rug. With eyes closed she arched her back, trying to force more of her breast into Pinkie’s eager mouth. Pinkie obliged, suckling hard and twisting her head side to side. "Hmmm, theek vaheen, that's the way," Saffron murmured, writhing under Pinkie's efforts.

The snippets of exotic language spurred Pinkie onward. She decided to try something she'd not done in a long time.

Saffron's eyes popped open at one of the strangest and most erotic sensations she'd ever felt. Pinkie's hooves had slid down her barrel to push her breasts together. Saffron had the distinct impression that another party had joined the union. The tip of a tongue was circling the nipple of her left breast while her right was still being suckled. Saffron propped herself up on her elbows and stared at the sight before her with fascination. What she saw was precisely what was happening, but it was Pinkie’s incredible tongue that had joined in, attending to both her lady lumps.

Somehow Pinkie's tongue had snaked its way out the side of her mouth and was toying with her taut teat. And taut it was. Saffron couldn't remember them ever being this hard. Pinkie looked up and saw she had an audience. The corners of Pinkie's eyes pinched in a grin but her mouth stayed to its task. After a few more deft licks she sucked her tongue back into her mouth. Saffron felt it lather its attention on the nipple still in Pinkie's mouth. She dropped her shoulders and head back to the rug with a guttural moan. Saffron added her own little stain to the rug under her tail when Pinkie moved her mouth to the other breast. The tongue remaining behind to continue caressing the abandoned nipple.

Saffron lasted all of seven minutes under the older mare's mammary manipulation before deciding she'd had enough. "Merciful Hayagriva, Pinkie Pie, if I don't feel that marvellous muscle in my punani promptly I'll-"

Pinkie pounced.

Whatever words were on the tip of her tongue were trapped by a suddenly clenched jaw, Saffron forcibly sucked air through her bared teeth, the unspoken words obliterated in the maelstrom.

Saffron’s body jolted, and her hooves curled, Pinkie nuzzled her nose directly into her clitoral hood. Pinkie's broad tongue touched down at the tip of Saffron's dock.

Neither swift nor slow it went, forth the twitching dock intent.
Through gathered pool of liquid spent, onward upward no relent.
Thrice it circled sweet torment, the puckered ponut heaven sent.
Continuing its bold ascent, to siphon syrup succulent.
Swollen folds it deftly rent, heralding the main event.
A moment spent to orient, savouring the spicy scent.
The outside world irrelevant, purely passion lust present.
With fervour it began descent, deep it delved to what extent?
A writhing beast of malcontent, delivering its punishment.
Gräfenberg it toyed frequent, bringing forth the great torrent.
Pinkie swallowed heaven bent, not to waste just one percent.
The fate of her recipient, is she okay is she content?
Raptured tears for what it meant, Saffron Masala was fucking spent!

~ ODE TO PINKIE'S TONGUE ~ ©2016 PhucknuckL

Pinkie Pie licked her tingling lips and crawled her way up to lay beside the quivering wreck of a unicorn. Saffron Masala was panting, eyes tightly closed, her arms laying limply at her sides. Pinkie propped her head up with a hoof and drew small figure eights on Saffron's heaving chest with the other as she waited for her sated lover to catch a breath. Saffron's mouth was parched, she worked her dry tongue around her mouth trying to coax her salivary glands into dispensing some much needed moisture. "Bwaah," she croaked out.

"Shh, here, drink this."

The petite unicorn cracked an eyelid. The hoof that had been caressing her chest now held a tall glass of clear liquid with a straw sticking out of it. Where did she...?

Pinkie smiled warmly. "It's okay, it's just water." Pinkie took a small sip from the straw. "See? Perfectly safe." Saffron lifted her head weakly and closed her lips around the proffered straw, downing the contents in three long draughts. Swishing the last mouthful around her mouth before swallowing, she dropped her head back to the rug. "Better?" asked Pinkie.

"Much, thank you." She let out a contented sigh. Pinkie returned her hoof to stroking Saffron's chest. No glass in site. "Oh Pinkie Pie, you ponderously perplexing pony... That... was amazing."

"You're welcome... my sexy sweet Saffron."

"Hold me," she pleaded.

"With pleasure."

Pinkie scooped up the languid mare, pulling her onto her side and snuggling in close. Saffron's heart still pounded against her chest. Pinkie, by contrast, was an oasis of serenity. The moment making no call for humour. Pinkie kissed her softly below the ear and pulled her tighter, stroking her back with a hoof. Neither pony felt any need to further comment. They were content to just bask in each other's arms. Saffron's heartbeat slowly returned to a more normal tempo. Pinkie giggled when she felt a tongue tickle her just below her ear. Saffron's arms and legs snaked around her barrel and gripped her body. Pinkie's eyes bulged when she felt her ear disappear into an eager mouth. Pinkie struggled vainly but with the little unicorn wrapped so tightly around her middle she couldn't gain leverage. Saffron started teasing the felt of her inner ear.

"No please, Stah-ah-ah-ahp!" Pinkie beseeched. Shaking her head, only superficially attempting to shed the lamprey attached to her ear. "Ha ha ha, you animal! Ha Ha! Oh Candy Corn, I've created a monst-AAAH!" A powerful tremor ran through Pinkie's body as she eargasmed and burst out laughing. Saffron released the ear and leaned back to watch the earth pony laugh herself out. She couldn't help but giggle along. Pinkie's laugh was infectious. Convulsing as she giggled, guffawed and snorted away in true submission to mirth. As she calmed down she turned a vengeful eye at Saffron. "Oh, you'll get yours." Saffron scrambled backwards but it was of no use.

Nothing escaped a determined Pinkie Pie!

Pinkie tackled her. Pitching the hapless unicorn horn over haunch across the rug. Together they tumbled about. Each trying to out-tickle the other. Laughing hysterically all the while. Pinkie felt herself losing the upper hoof to the younger pony as Saffron brought unicorn magic into the battle. "Hey! That's cheating!" Pinkie cackled riotously as she was assaulted from more angles than she could count. "Uncle... UNCLE!" Pinkie cried through euphoric tears. Saffron paused her onslaught.

"What does that mean?" Saffron puffed.

"It means I surrend-aah!" Saffron shifted her weight. Pinkie's heart fluttered as she took in their current entanglement.

Pinkie was on her back with her weight shifted slightly to her left hip. The leg on the non-weight bearing side was lifted into the air. Saffron was straddling her left leg, her marehood pressed against Pinkie’s and placing the lifted leg on her shoulder. She was clutching the raised leg to her chest with one foreleg and fondling Pinkie's voluptuous breasts with the other. Pinkie Pie bit her lip. Saffron, chest still heaving, smiled down at her seductively.

"Splitting bamboo?" Pinkie asked breathlessly.

"Splitting bamboo." Answered Saffron. The words swathed in carnal lust.

"Reese's Pieces!" Pinkie cried out as Saffron humped her hips forward, passionately grinding their mounds together with abandonment. After the bout of tickling and laughter, Pinkie was more turned on than she could ever remember being.

This was not sensual. This was not serene. This was not romantic. This. Was fucking!

Saffron was merciless. Pinkie was once again attacked on multiple fronts. Lewd squelching resounded from their duelling quims. Pinkie’s breasts were being pummelled by a hoof and the nipples pinched and tweaked by unicorn magic. But there was one addition to the act that was driving her insane. An act she had never had performed on her before. The leg that had been over Saffron's shoulder had been bent at the knee with the hoof brought before the unicorn's face. Pinkie hollered. Saffron was tonguing and sucking her frog. Pinkie's mind exploded. She'd never known that the spot was such an intense erogenous zone, but boy was she going to remember. It was incredible!

"Hnngg!" Pinkie groaned. Saffron sped up.

"Mere lie sah Pinkie," Saffron implored. "Please. Cum for me!" Pinkie felt she didn't really have a say in the matter. She was going to whether Saffron was ready or not.

Saffron twisted her hips slightly and their clits found each other. The result was instantaneous. Saffron came. Hard.

Unfortunately for Pinkie, Saffron wasn't a tense up once and scream girl. No. She was much worse.

She thrust her pitted peach against Pinkie's molested muffin as forcibly as she could, rolling her hips forward for maximum contact, while crushing Pinkie's upraised leg to her chest almost painfully. Then came the sound. Saffron's eyes closed and her jaw dropped. A hollow resonating staccato emanated from the back of her throat, the action sending a vibration through her whole body. A vibration that hit Pinkie like the Friendship Express.

Pinkie wasn't so much... pushed over the edge, more along the lines of... drop punted by an Ursa Major.

Saffron may not have a screamer but Pinkie more than made up for the both of them. She didn't know how loud or for how long she screamed. But when she opened her eyes she found Saffron sitting beside her, softly stroking her muzzle. A tray of two steaming kaapis and a glass of water held in her magic. Saffron kept the glass of water aloft but lowered the tray of coffee cups to the rug. She bent and kissed Pinkie on the forehead.

"Good morning." She floated the water into Pinkie's reach. "Here, for you." Ignoring the straw, Pinkie upended the glass and poured the water straight down her gullet in one gulp. She placed the glass back on the tray, pushed her fore-hooves together and stretched them above her head.

"A great morning if you ask me?" Straining to speak mid stretch.

"I agree... Oh merciful Hayagriva Pinkie Pie, that was indescribable," she avowed. "Never before have I reached such wondrous heights."

"Ditto kiddo," Pinkie sighed. "Did I really pass out?"

Saffron chuckled softly. "Yes, but not for long. Time enough for me to make us more kaapi though. I'd just sat down when you came around." Pinkie rolled onto her side, tucking her legs in and twisting her body to sit Sphinx style. She sniffed at the exotic coffee.

"Smells good."

"It is, I thought we could enjoy some, then I'll make us breakfast." Pinkie shook her head.

"Nuh-uh. You cooked for Rarity and me yesterday. Lunch and dinner," she protested. She picked up a cup of kaapi and slurped some of the foam off the top. "Mmmm this is good... sweet."

Saffron took a sip from the other cup. "What would you rather do? None of the other restaurants around here prepare a decent breakfast."

"Blargh! You're telling me. No. I had somewhere much better in mind." Pinkie took another sip "Feel up for a little train ride?" Pinkie smiled with an air of mischief.

"I am... amenable to the suggestion. Why, where would you have us go?" Saffron countered with a seductive smile of her own.

Pinkie stretched her neck and planted a gentle kiss on Saffron's lips. "I wanna take you somewhere with the best treats in Equestria."

Saffron kissed her back a little more hungrily. "And you know where we could find such a place?"

"I sure do." Pinkie kissed her again. "It's two levels. Downstairs, the yummiest cakes and donuts you'll ever taste."

Saffron pulled her lips back. Their noses still touching "And upstairs?"

"All the Pie you can eat."

The coffee forgotten, Pinkie threw herself on the delectable little unicorn.

मैंने तुमसे कहा था इन घोड़ों को बकवास करने के लिए जा रहे थे

Author's Note

There. My first attempt at pony porn.
Like I said. I won't defend its mediocrity, I know I'm no writer.

I only did this 'cause some nitwit put a comment on the comic. Deviantart informed me it was only two days until his birthday. Me bein' the fucktard I am, had completely forgotten and had done nothin' for him. Well lo 'n' behold. He'd dropped an idea right in my lap. I figured I'd have a red hot crack at throwin' together somethin' he might appreciate. The end result is this crap that he just happened to like. It was his wish that I post it.

I'm not sorry.

You have mates,
PhucknuckL :scootangel:

P.S. If there's any cunt out there who wants to record, 'Ode to Pinkie's Tongue' slam poetry style? (That's a thing right?) Feel free. Just send us a link if you do. I was going to, but my nasally Aussie twang will fuckin' butcher it.