Pinkie's Bouncy Night-Off

Chapters

Morning: Ready to Party
Evening: Party Wrap-Up
Overnight: Hot Pink Fun
Still Overnight: Cheesy Wet Dream
Pre Dawn: Sweet & Bouncy Love

Morning: Ready to Party

Early one morning: a faint glow of orange and crimson peeks over the horizon, with Ponyville still relatively dark: Celestia hasn't even risen her Sun yet.

There is a knock at the door, and seconds later, a hot pink blur comes zipping down the stairs and across Sugarcube Corner to swing the door wide open, greeting the pony just outside.

“Hi, Cheese Sandwich!” Pinkie Pie happily shouts to finally meet the yellow-shirted, amber and brown stallion, whose cutie mark bears two slices of toasted bread with melted cheese in between. She squeals in excitement as they both hug each other tenderly. She gives him a small peck on a cheek. He returns it.

“Hey, Pinkie Pie! Long time no see,” Sandwich eventually breaks off the hug. “Gosh, it sure has been a while since we last threw that wicked and spectacularly awesome Birthday bash for… umm… Rainbow... Dash, is it?” Pinkie nods, and Cheese continues. “Yeah. Rainbow Dash!” They both grin and gaze at each other’s eyes for a split second.

“Yep-ity yep yep! That party was certainly a blast, and Dashie LOVED it!” After firing her party cannon out of nowhere and putting it back inside the store, she bounces up and down for a brief moment and hugs Cheese some more before resuming. “You know, Cheese-y. We really should host some parties together more often here in Ponyville! With both of our antics combined, I'm sure we can---”

Pinkie is interrupted by the sight of a number of huge boxes behind Cheese. “What is it, Pinkie?” he questions curiously.

Pinkie Pie gasps deeply before blurting out with a streamline of excitement, “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! Is that my delivery?!”

Cheese Sandwich glances at the boxes behind him. There are dozens of smaller boxes and a few larger ones. All of which are labeled “Balloons and Inflatables - CS” on their sides.

He returns his focus to the giddy pink mare, who is in his face giving him one of the widest smiles she has ever put on. “Y-yeah, Pinkie. I believe all of this is for… you?” Cheese is now growing curious of Pinkie’s unusual delivery request. Pinkie nods rapidly, still holding her widened smile, while Cheese questions some more, “And… what is it that you need all this for again?” He scratches his head.

To his surprise, the party pony pounces him and replies, “Haven't you heard? Twilight and the gang and Princess Cadance have all requested me to host a “Super-Duper Mega-Spectacular After-Crystalling” Party in honor of the Crystal Empire’s 1st and only alicorn baby, Flurry Heart! Oooooooooh… this is so exciting! I can hardly contain my body!” She releases him and starts her usual routine of bouncing up and down.

The last statement from Pinkie has left a confused look on Cheese’s face. “Umm… congratulations. And... what do you mean by that, Pinkie Pie?”

She freezes in mid air from his question before replying, “Huh? Oh, what I mean is that it's not every day or every year that I get to host THE party of all parties for somepony super-duper important! And pretty much all of Ponyville will be attending. Even the princesses!”

“Wow! Sure sounds like you're gonna rock the house in front of the princesses and the newborn baby, huh?” He chuckles nervously as he strokes his mane. “It must be pretty big from what you're telling me.” That's what she said, he thought with short-lived naughtiness.

“Yep-a-rooni! In fact, I requested this many balloons, because the crystal-themed setting needs to be juuuuuuuuust right. The party is tonight, and it would take a whole bunch of these thingies to craft in the shape of an empire before showering them with sparkly glitter to REALLY make it look like the Crystal Empire! I also thought that an idea of an inflatable setting for this super-rare occasion would be a one of a kind experience! Wouldn't you agree, Cheese-y?”

“If you... say so, Pinkie.” His nervousness is even more evident now.

“Uh huh. Though there might probably be some left over when I'm finished and…” Pinkie stops herself and lets out another big gasp after a sudden realization. “Say! Do you wanna come to my party, Cheese Sandwich?!” She wraps her legs around him, holding him close until their muzzles make contact, and she starts to nuzzle his face. “Ponyville could definitely use two party planners again!” Squee! She asks with a sing-song tone.

The stallion frowns. “Oh jeez... I'm so sorry Pinkie Pie.” His blush becomes evident as he nervously continues, “I’d love to attend, b-but... I'm already booked at another birthday party for a group of fillies in Trottingham. Unfortunately, it is also set for tonight, so I can't be at two places at once.”

“Oh. I see.” Pinkie sadly replies as she releases her friend. It still would have been nice to have you there, though. It truly has been a while. Her train of thought ensures her.

Still blushing, Cheese slowly lifts her head up to face his. “But don't you worry. You can always tell me how this party of yours is going when I come back from the other one, and I shall tell you how mine went, too. All right?”

“Aww thank you, Cheese-y.” With Pinkie’s spirits lifted, they both give each other another slow and warm embrace. They hold their hugging in for a few long seconds before separating.

Allowing his blush to subside, Cheese starts to push and nudge Pinkie’s delivery through the doorway and inside the store. “Well, I guess I better make my leave for Trottingham now.”

“Aww, you sure you don't wanna stick around some more, party buddy?” She bounces her eyebrows in front of him, and resumes to toss some boxes inside the store behind her.

“I'm certain, Pinkie. I too have to help set everything up for that party there. Life of a party organizer, you know?” I know it has been a while, but something tells me she’s coming on to me. He thinks. Ehh, I really wouldn't mind, as long as she doesn't go too far at the wrong time.

“Okie dokie lokie! Well, me and my friends are gonna LOVE these balloon-y decorations!” She gazes at him with half-lidded eyes and gently sways her hips to where he would notice.

The stallion is trying hard not to blush again after seeing this random act. Oh, Celestia. She IS coming on to me. Just play it cool, Cheese; I really don't want this to escalate out here in the open. “Heh. I'm sure y’all are really gonna enjoy this party with this load. Don't forget that I'll be back after my party to collect these inflatables. They're rental property, so please take good care of them. Okay?”

“Oh, you bet I am...!” Suddenly, she pounces him again, pinning him to the pavement, and their soft bellies slowly rub against each other. Before he could react, she closes her eyes, plants her lips against his and starts moaning in slow, ecstatic rhythms.

Cheese, now showing a deep shade of crimson on his face, looks left and right to see if anypony else is watching. All clear for now. Breaking the kiss, he questions, “Pinkie? Are you… alright?”

Now blushing harder, she pauses in shock and then leaps off of him to shake off the naughty thinking. “Eh... heh heh. Sorry. Guess I didn't know what came over me. I-It’s just that... it has been so long since we met and I… well…” She hesitates and starts to quiver. “Don’t tell anypony about this, pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaase?!”

With their blushes now fading, Cheese sighs and performs the Pinkie Promise. “Cross my heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye. Well, I better get going now. Don't wanna keep the kiddies waiting. Uhh... See you later, Pinkie Pie!”

“Yeah! Goodbye, Cheese Sandwich!” She says as she waves.

What was that about? Although, that was pretty cute. And she's kinda cute, herself. Hmm, Pinkie Pie…. The amber-furred party stallion thinks as he puts on his hat. He walks off for a bit, then stops to look back at the excited pink pony waving at him. After a moment, he waves back and sets off in the distance, leaving behind an ecstatic Pinkie and her uninflated decorations.

I’ll be seeing you soon with the inflatables, Pinkie Pie. I hope you have a nice time with them, as you will with your friends. Something tell me it’s gonna be a long and hot night. He sighs. Too bad I won’t get to join in on whatever fun she’ll have... after her party.

Pinkie gathers the rest of the boxes and slams the door, locking herself inside her home. “Oh, you bet I'm gonna have all the fun in the world after this awesome party! And oh, what fun it will be…!” She shouts to herself, giving a sly and lustful gaze onto her prized inflatables, which are still boxed. She rubs her hooves together with a mischievous grin, declaring that when the party's over, the “real” fun would begin soon enough….

Evening: Party Wrap-Up

After midnight: the “After-Crystalling” party has just concluded and everypony, except Pinkie Pie and her friends, have all left Sugarcube Corner to retire for the night after a super-fun occasion.

Princess Twilight Sparkle is waving goodbye to Celestia, Luna, Cadance, Shining Armor and baby Flurry Heart, who are all walking in the distance and out of sight. Herself, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Spike and Starlight Glimmer have all agreed to stay a while longer and help Pinkie Pie dismantle the decorations and deflate all of the rental inflatables.

“Thanks again for helping me out, girls. You have no idea how much this means to me!” Pinkie happily addresses her friends as she balls up one of the smaller inflatables and stuffs it into a box.

“It’s an honor to help out a friend, Pinkie Pie. And you sure did throw one heck of a shindig just for cute little Flurry Heart.” Starlight replies, using her magic to pop a small group of balloons with a quill.

“I agree.” Twilight addresses with a giggle. “And I must admit, it was nice to get to see my niece again.”

Rainbow Dash, pulling down some streamers, questions the party mare, “Yeah, you gotta admit. You may do a lot of crazy and random things for us all the time, no offense, but this party was probably your craziest party idea yet!”

“Rainbowwww…!” The annoyed farm pony blurts out in response and raises an eyebrow, causing the cyan pegasus to jump.

Shrugging from Applejack calling her out, Rainbow continues, “Uhh… what I mean is, that’s what we all love about you, Pinkie Pie. Can’t have it any other way.” She gives an innocent looking grin.

“Aww thanks, Dashie!” Pinkie accepts the compliment with a smile.

Rainbow nods before AJ pulls her by the mane and whispers in her ear, “Dash. Save the ‘crazy’ stuff for when her hair turns flat again.”

The pegasus groans. “Okay, Ms. Harshwhinny’s twin.” AJ rolls her eyes and releases Dash. The flyer turns back to Pinkie and asks, “So, Pinkie. How did you come up with this idea of all these bouncy things for congratulating Flurry Heart? If you ask me, this is probably how it feels at that Birthday bash you and Cheese Sandwich have thrown for me!”

Pinkie approaches one of the inflatables, which is still standing. “Why, that’s because it is, silly! Call it a direct inspiration! Care to hear why?” She bounces her eyebrows while facing her friends.

“Oh, this will be good...” Rainbow retorts as she squeeze-pops a balloon.

Pinkie lands a hoof on the still-inflated object. “Well, after that silly ‘goof-off’ and the bash Cheese-y and I did, it just kicked into me, like a bajillion water balloons raining down upon you while at the same time you’re trying to snack down on that marzipan mascarpone meringue madness!”

The other ponies stop in their tracks, except for Rarity and AJ, who bump into each other unwittingly.

AJ drops one of the plastic pitchers, which thankfully didn’t shatter. Yet, fruit punch has been spilled all over the floor. “Ah, hay feathers!” She curses.

Pinkie shrugs before continuing. “Anyway, while you may already know about my cutie mark being balloons...” She sways her rump back and forth to seemingly tease her friends.

“Yeah, who would ignore such a random and sugar-happy balloon bu---” Rainbow is smacked in the head by a noise blower, which Starlight is possessing with her magic and giving the pegasus an unamused look. “What? It's a compliment!” She exempts to the unicorn.

Pinkie clears her throat and starts rubbing the inflatable. “I figured that Cheese-y and I are really good party planners. And after recollecting the thought of a GIGANTIC balloon Rainbow Dash from the party that day, I decided that one day, I’d do something I’ve never EVER done before!”

Twilight gives a ‘meh’ look on her face in response.

“Annnnnnnddd… after we helped save the Crystal Empire from an eternity of ice and snow, the princesses have asked me to host this party to commemorate baby Flurry Heart! And that’s when I’ve asked Cheese-y to help with these balloons, rental inflatables and glitter! Can’t have that Crystal Empire vibe without glitter, can you?” Pinkie puts on the biggest grin she could muster.

Rainbow pretends to gag, which in turn causes Rarity to slap her face with a balled up napkin in her magical glow. Agitated, the pegasus blurts out, “Oh come on! Why should I be the one to get abused? If it’s anypony, hit AJ instead. She’s said and done much more dirtier things than me.” She points to the now embarrassed cowpony.

“A-and what’s... that supposed to mean, Rainbow?” AJ scolds Rainbow before a blush runs down her cheeks. Please, Dashie. Not in front of our friends!

“Oh, you know what I mean... cowgirl.” She retorts before wearing a smug look on her face, bouncing an eyebrow a few times.

Ignoring the scuffle, Pinkie turns to the inflated figure with a lustful look on her face. “Yeah, these decorations have to be just right, because I owe that much to Cheese Sandwich. After all, he and I REALLY love having balloons and bouncy stuff as centers of decorating.”

She caresses the bouncy object by the non-glittered section, gently squeezing it, and sways her haunches in a slow and sensual rhythm. This causes a barely noticeable sense of heat to build between her hind legs. With half-lidded eyes, she finds herself slightly lost in the softness of the rubbery figure. “Mmmmmmh…. Thanks to Cheese-y, these are the perfect decorating tools.” She closes her eyes, and her voice is now a lower octave than normal. “Absolutely… perfect….” She starts moaning quietly and outside her friends’ hearing range.

Everypony is giving her concerned looks on their faces; Rarity and Fluttershy are trying to hold their vomit in from their observation, and they both zip away to the store’s bathroom.

Rainbow Dash looks at the others and circles a hoof around her head, insisting that Pinkie has once again gone crazy.

Applejack breaks the silence. “Okay. Now ah’m learnin’ something!”

Spike retorts, “You gotta admit, this is kind of amusing.” This forces Starlight and Twilight to glare at him, making him shrug. “What? It’s the truth.”

Twilight turns to her pink friend, who is acting strangely seductive, and asks her, “Pinkie?! Are you done yet?!” This snaps Pinkie out of her lust-filled trance.

“Wha…? Aww, doody.” She frowns, and she immediately rolls up the figure before her and shoves it into a box. This leaves the purple alicorn’s jaw wide open.

Shaking her head, Twilight continues, “Well, with such an interesting and incredibly weird story like that, I believe that most the decorations are now up and ready for Cheese in the morning!” She wears a tiny smile and pats her party friend on the head, who is still reeling from what just happened.

After she and Rarity return from the bathroom, Fluttershy replies, “I agree. It is getting awfully late, and we should all get some shut eye.” She yawns.

“Same here,” Spike and Starlight say in unison as they both yawn.

Applejack, giving a yawn herself, responds with, “Gladly. So that we won’t have to hear more of Rainbow’s half-flanked antics.”

Rainbow retaliates back. “Oh really?! How about that one time I caught you in bed rubbing your hoof against---”

“We agreed to never speak of that again!” The farm pony cuts her off, feeling secretly embarrassed. This causes the cyan mare to giggle villainously at the blushing cowpony.

Stuffing more decorations into their boxes, Pinkie continues, “Also, it’s a shame that Mr. and Mrs. Cake and their twins couldn’t come. They just made a big order and they have to go on this overnight delivery trip to Manehattan. Aaaaannnnd... they didn’t want me to babysit the twins tonight, either. After hearing about my party, they were worried that I would keep them up all night. Oh well.”

“Surprise, surprise,” Rarity replies with a hint of mockery in her tone of voice.

Yawning, Starlight gives away. “Well, I believe that’s much of the decorations we need to ship back to Cheese Sandwich. And it's getting incredibly late, girls. We should all get some much-needed sleep now. Don't you agree?” Tired, everypony nods.

Pinkie yawns and says, “Okay, girls. This really was a BLAST!” She puts her party cannon away after firing it again, forcing a moan from Rainbow Dash. “So is every bouncy object in its proper place?”

“Yes.” The girls answer back in unison, still tired.

“Aaaannnnnnd… you did remember to switch the ‘Automatic Bouncy Inflation Mechanism Valve’ to off for each and every single one, did you?” Pinkie sternly questions, rubbing her hoof across her chin to expect her friends to be honest.

“Umm…” A short pause. “Yeah…?” Pinkie could now sense her friends’ hesitation to answer, and she narrows her eyes….

“Okay! That’s it for tonight!” She blurts out with a smile on her face. Everypony sighs with relief.

“Alright, Pinkie Pie. Thanks again for taking your time to put on this incredible party and have us help you with these… things.” Twilight points out to the boxes, which are all slightly closed by the top, but not shut completely.

“Sure thing, Twilight!” Pinkie zips around the room and gathers all of her friends in one big huddle. “Anything for my bestest best friends in all of Equestria!” They all perform a group hug filled with ‘awws’ and giggles before separating.

Everyone but Pinkie is making their way to the front door, when a concerned Fluttershy asks her, “Umm. Pinkie. Are you sure you don’t want to take down the rest of the decorations? You know, in case you don’t want Cheese to assume that you didn’t wrap up the party and that he might get angry at you and---” She is cut off by Pinkie pressing her hooves against the yellow mare’s cheeks, puffing them and jiggling them carefully.

“No need to worry your pretty little head off, Flutters. Everything’s under control!” She gleefully advises the pegasus, who rubs her one cheek shyly.

Applejack whispers to Rainbow, “Although she does worry about virtually everything. Poor thing.” Rainbow nods in agreement.

“I’VE HEARD THAT!” Fluttershy angrily turns to the Rainbow and AJ, who jump in surprise and gulp in unison.

“Well, this has been one crazy night. We better get to bed now, Pinkie!” Spike retorts to the party pony before walking off with the others. “Catch ya later!”

“All righty tighty! I hope you all enjoyed the party!” Pinkie’s friends finally start to leave for their homes, all of them waving ‘bye-bye’ to her. “See you girls TOMORROW! Oh wait, it’s already tomorrow… Still, SEE YOU ALL IN DAYLIGHT!”

“Okay, Pinkie Pie! Good night!” Starlight answers back before the group is out of Pinkie’s range of view and into the purple night atmosphere.

Shutting the door behind her and is now all alone inside Sugarcube Corner until daybreak, Pinkie Pie turns off the lights and relaxes on her haunches for a moment before standing back up.

“Finally! It's just me and these wonderfully amazing balloons and inflatables tonight!” She is very excited to know that she is all alone until morning, and she zips toward one of the loose boxes. “It’s just you and me right now, baby!” She addresses the uninflated object and sways her flank once more, sparking another slither of heat between her rear legs. “Would Cheese-y actually mind if I have inflated just ONE little balloon?” She stops and ponders for a brief moment, “I could just use this one as a makeshift bed until morning, and then pack it back up before he comes to pick them up.”

The mare puzzles, and then a realization comes to mind. “But what if my friends are right? What if he notices any of these are still inflated and he would get really mad that I didn't follow his direct order?” Worry is now flooding her mind. “And for that matter, what if the ‘Automatic Bouncy Inflation Mechanism Valves’ are all still turned on for each and every single one of these inflatables in this room?!” Her ears droop, as these thoughts encourage her to raise a hoof to her jaw and she gnaws on it rapidly. “And when I disobey his direct order, what if he stops asking me to host any more parties with his help and he'll no longer want to be my friend anymore??!!” She is now gnawing on her hoof even harder, almost to where she would draw blood. Emphasis on ‘almost’. These questions circle her mind at an alarming pace, leaving her frozen in state...

Her ears perk up, and she shakes off the whole thing. “Ehh. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. After all, it's just one itty bitty inflatable buddy bed. Riiiiiiiiggghht?” She smiles as she questions the rubbery mass before her, still in its box. “I could just retreat upstairs, but… you know. Life of a party organizer.” She freezes in place after the last phrase. “Deja vu… oh well!” Knowing full well that her last sentence didn’t make sense, she shrugs off the whole thing.

With curiosity on her grin-filled face, Pinkie Pie inspects the box with the rubber mass. “Hmmmmmm… I wonder if any of these will actually inflate automatically from just the slightest touch?” She reaches for the box with her left foreleg before stopping. “Nah. That’s just silly putty.” She trots off to the other side of the room… moments later, she zips back at the box, shaking it violently. “COME ON, YOU STUPID RUBBERY BALLOON! POP UP ALREADY!!” She releases the box and gasps, covering her mouth in fear that anypony outside her house could hear her outbursts. She inspects the windows and front door once more, then she zips back at the box with a big sigh of relief.

“All clear! Anyway… *ahem*... maybe if I can jump on this box, the inflatables will turn on by surprise!” She proclaims as if she is on stage in front of a crowd in Manehattan. She leaps and lands squarely on top of the box. Still… not a budge. She then performs her natural routine of constantly bouncing while questioning, “Is this thing defective or something? Did me and my friends play with it too hard and it no longer wants to blow itse---?”

Pinkie is now launched airborne, with a hissing sound accompanying the main room. She catches a glimpse of an inflatable that wasn’t there moments ago. It is shaped like a castle turret, still littered with glitter. “Wowwwwww…!” Amazed at the super fast inflation of one rubbery figure, and still airborne, the party pony lands belly-first onto another box, which also launches her into the air, revealing a foal-sized bounce house.

Pinkie has caught herself in an unusual bounce ride with boxes turning into a showcase of large balloons and inflatables of various shapes. “Is this ‘Pass the Pinkie Pie’ or something?! I'd go for ‘Hot Pinkie Pie’, but that would be too cliche. Either way, I'm not complaining! Whoo hoo!”

Finally, after nine bounces with no contact to the ground below, she lands on the last unopened box, which slowly inflates itself to reveal a large lavender balloon underneath her. She is lying down tummy-first atop said balloon, slightly bouncing up and down with all four legs spread out in an ‘X’ position.

Coincidentally, Pinkie Pie is in the same position as she was that one time when Discord caught that worm sickness, and she and her pals had to take care of him briefly. She recalls lying down on top of the bubble the sickly draconequus was inside, while Fluttershy came to his aid.

Reeling from being tossed around by balloons, the party mare shakes her head to recollect her thoughts before observing her latex friend. “Unbelievable…! This… is… AMAZING!!” She wiggles her bouncy pink rump for a few seconds, testing her balance on the giant orb of rubber. At the same time, heat is starting to grow in her belly and inner thighs.

A giggle-snort escapes her mouth. “Maybe I can make this into a new party element! I'm sure my friends will LOVE this!” She squishes her forelegs into the balloon, then she raises one hoof to her muzzle while slowly rubbing the latex beast with her other hoof. “Mmm. This is so relaxing. I hope Cheese-y won't mind if I use this one. And oddly enough, I don't really feel that tired at all. Even though it's super duper late, I don't think I'm ever gonna fall asl---”

The pink pony instantly falls into a deep sleep; her legs still stretching out at her sides and her head resting on the soft, round mass of latex underneath. All is quiet in Sugarcube Corner; the entire space is now filled with every square inch of inflated, rubbery goodness. With the variety of inflatables surrounding her, there would be a lot of fun to behold for when she awakens. A lot of bouncy fun….

Overnight: Hot Pink Fun

Two hours before Celestia raises her Sun: all is quiet around the streets of Ponyville. The skies are glistening in a beautiful violet atmosphere, stars are shining as brightly as the moon, crickets are chirping, and everypony seems to be fast asleep. Well... almost everypony.

Back inside the sweets-filled home of Pinkie Pie that is Sugarcube Corner, there is a showcase of inflatables big enough to flood nearly the entire main room floor. One of which is being squished down by none other than the pink party mare herself, sleeping.

Some time later, Pinkie Pie awakens with a baby-like yawn and crosses her front legs to underneath her chin. “Yes, Cheese Sandwich. I love having you as a party buddy…,” she coos in a dreamlike tone and her eyes open halfway. “... you’re so cute.” Soon, she pops her eyes wide open and shakes her head to find out that she is still belly-down on top of a gigantic lavender balloon; its rubbery form is barely contouring to her smooth, round curves.

She yawns again and says, “Wow. What an amazing dream. A really cute and sexy dream.” She freezes from the last thing she has uttered. “Did I really just say that? How odd... oh well!” She shrugs it off and wiggles her soft, curvy and cupcake-scented body, while adjusting her legs to maintain her balance atop her purple friend, via the ‘X’ position.

“Say, how long have I been out?” She circles her gaze around the bouncy showcase before her, when she beams at the store’s clock. “Hmm. It's only about 4:30 in the morning. No biggie!” She gives another one of her biggest grins as she massages the elastic giant below. “Sigh. All alone at last. Just me and the big guy…,” the bouncy mare addresses the beast she lays atop of.

Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie contemplates nearly all of the past encounters that she, her friends, and Cheese Sandwich have had together. She recalls back to the super-silly “goof off” that day, and how she and Cheese both worked together to make Dashie’s Birthday Bash amazing. And then, a realization comes into mind. She was indeed right about some things she has told her friends: she and Cheese Sandwich are a unique and amazing party-loving duo. It also turns out that the stallion has quite a fond for balloons and inflatables as she does, and she cannot deny the fact that these objects are perfect for many parties and occasions.

In fact, since Cheese has left Ponyville after the Bash, they would both take some free time, away from throwing parties, and write letters to each other from time to time. They would update each other on how their parties are going, what friends they have made, how they would love to see each other and hang out more often, and everything that would be needed for an occasion that calls for anything bouncy. More often than not, when those parties call for inflatables, Cheese would help Pinkie out every way he can; and sometimes, she would help him out, too. After all, he has greater access to a lot of bouncy objects that she can rent out for as long as they are needed. It’s actually a rarity that Pinkie and Cheese can actually spend some quality time together, away from everypony else.

Pinkie has long since played out some thoughts in her mind; a lot of parties she throws, big or small, are all reminders of her love for balloons and inflatables, and she would share that love with her party buddy. The bouncy sugar-happy mare remembers; through every streamer hung, every backdrop set up, every time she fills up her party cannon, every balloon blown up, and every pony invited, those parties are all for Cheese Sandwich. As this plays out in her pink mind, another reality kicks in… Pinkie Pie loves Cheese Sandwich, and the balloons and inflatables that serve as a reminder of the times they both share together. Just sweet… bouncy… wild… crazy… boingy… super-duper-fun… love.

“Mmmmmmmmm….” Still in her ‘X’ position, she closes her eyes and hums to herself, as all of these thoughts circulate in her brain and a new-found lust blooms inside her. She begins to lose herself in the rubbery, ecstatic sensation rubbing against her body, and all the while she slowly bounces up and down in a loving rhythm. “I love you, Cheese-y….” These words play through her mind as she is lost in a trance that she has never thought of experiencing. The amazing times she and Cheese share together; the enormous, bouncy buddy below her taking its shape all over her sexy, pink figure; her quiet moans of pleasure as her rubbery friend presses and rubs on her chin, neck, chest, stomach, torso, all four of her legs, and her nethers… it is all too good for the party pony to measure up. She loves every single moment of it, but most of all... “I love you, too… Cheese Sandwich…. Mmmmmmmmm….”

A few minutes pass; she yawns and prepares to get off of her latex friend, but then is halted by a feeling of something wet and sticky below her stomach and thighs. “Oh… my….” Curiously, she finds that there is a puddle of liquids underneath her, partially dripping off the sides of the balloon. There is no smell to it, though, and she can't really make out its color due to the atmospheric lighting. Having an inkling of what this fluid is, she lustfully gazes at her backside, smirking. “I guess I made a mess,” she giggle-snorts from her rhyme. “Not to worry! A good cleaning shall do the trick.”

She finally slides off of her balloon and zips to the kitchen, returning with paper towels, bars of soap and a cup of water. Without hesitation, she slings around the balloon like a bee around its hornet. A moment later, she stands right next to her now-clean latex friend. “Easy-peasy!” She says before tossing the cleaning items back into the kitchen. “This bouncy buddy of mine is now clean of that messy-wessy mushy stuff. But it won’t be for long, anyway! Giggle-snorts” She high-jumps back onto the balloon, landing on her belly once more.

Pinkie slowly bounces up and down on her inflated beast, as it gives its shape around her curves. “Hee hee! I can't help myself.” She chuckles, when suddenly, a ‘ding’ goes off in her mind. Something clicks, and her behavior instantly changes from bouncy to lustful. “I... can't… help… myself…!” Her breath quickens, her pulse increases, and a burning sensation can be felt all over her nether regions. “I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!” She soon catches an unusual and amazing aroma: a mixture of strawberry-frosted cupcakes and the musk of her own arousal. She really couldn't help it; she is getting hornier by the second and needs some relief. “W-wow…!”

Feeling increasingly turned on, she reaches her left hoof to stroke her flank, gyrating in a slow and circular pace, moaning all the while. “Oh… oh… why can't I help myself?!” She massages one of her cutie marks for a few moments before repositioning in an ‘X’ shape, grabbing the balloon with her front hooves. She then cautiously proceeds to hump the rubber orb, while her speech partially strains, “Oh... Cheese Sandwich... forgive me... for this!” She hesitantly bounces her round and ample rump, grinding her hot and glistening marehood against the balloon for a couple of minutes, when suddenly… “Gasp. IDEA!!”

The pink mare bounces upward and zips to the other side of the room and back, obtaining a box filled with smaller uninflated balloons. With several breaths in her tank, Pinkie inflates about dozens of balloons, grabs them all and proceeds inside the kiddie bounce house nearby. She lays down a longer balloon (a GL-1200) and starts to position herself on top, doggy-style. Allowing lust to take over her hyperactive mind, and with her heat reaching an all-time high, she thrusts her hips against her bouncy zeppelin-shaped friend at a tortoise's pace, gradually getting faster. Once again lost in her “rubbery heaven”, most of the sounds escaping her muzzle are rhythmic moans and grunts; they seem to match the sounds of her smooth, pink body sliding against rubber back and forth. This is music to her ears. To Pinkie Pie, this method of relaxation is like almost every party organizer’s dream come true, and it is pure ecstasy.

Feeling a release approaching at an alarming rate, she stops humping the longer balloon and glares at her party cannon across the room. Panting hornily, she hesitates to blurt out, “Yes… Yes! Time to blow things up!” She licks her lips, zips towards the cannon, lies down to plant her heated crotch on top, and faces the open end. She starts rapidly grinding against her beloved tool as orgasm floods her mind and stars momentarily blind her vision. The time for her unrequited firing has come. “Ohhhhawwwhhh…!” POW! After setting off her cannon with her back hooves, she exhausts herself and relaxes for a brief moment. “Wow…!” She gives away in between pants. “That was… so… beautiful…. It's… a shame… Cheese-y… isn't here… to share… this… moment… with me.” Pinkie observes the mess she has just made on the one object she carries with her all the time around Equestria; another stream of her love juices hit the floor underneath her bazooka. “Ehh, I'll clean that up later.”

Half-exhausted, Pinkie circles her glances around the variety of inflatables before her. “Not enough.” Struggling to ignore the heated sensation between her thighs, she once again grinds her soaking wet lower-folds against her cannon and yells in frustration. “It's not enough? Uughhh…! Why do I still have the urge to self-pleasure?! I mean, is one time not enough?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!” She stops grinding and slams her face on the edge of the metal tube, starting to fake-sob. Soon after, another ‘ding’ is heard. “IDEA…! Again.” She hops off of her party cannon, pushes the larger balloon (from earlier) and forces it inside the bounce house, leaving just enough space to squeeze inside.

Pinkie Pie wedges inside to plant her wanting body between the longer balloon below and the beast above, taking in all of the glorious smooshing sensations. As she softly grinds her hot folds against the blimp below, she retells many things that she has told her friends; this is indeed something she has never ever done before. Quite frankly, she wants this moment to last, and the more she pleasures herself, the more she desires for Cheeses Sandwich to come and join her in this “rubbery heaven”. Filling herself with moans and grunts, she reaches her left hoof and makes her way to one of her cutie marks, stroking lovingly with the stallion in her imagination. “Oh… Cheese-y…!”

The bouncy sweets-loving mare finds herself in another marathon of rhythmic grunts and quiet moans that spell out pleasure, want, happiness and fun. With the feeling of inflated rubber straddling her soft pink coat, her grunts almost make the same sounds as that of her body rubbing against the balloons above and below, and she is loving every minute of it. As she moves her plump, bouncy arousal-driven booty up and down against the behemoth on top, she can't help but get lost in the contouring sensation that is taking shape, breathing erratically for each bounce. “This… is like… a dream… come… true… Cheese-yyyyy…!” She tries to spell out through each hot breath as she thrusts, and she continues to massage her left flank.

With growing heat all over her body, she knows that her second release is imminent. So, she immediately forces the longer balloon out from underneath her and turns onto her back, grabbing a smaller balloon nearby and squeezing it tight as she positions her belly and marehood for the impending climax. And then... “Gasp! The… turret…,” she hesitates to spill out. She manages to glare at the inflatable turret from earlier as she thrusts upward. “The… TURRET!!”

Holding in her leaking arousal, she zips to the turret and hastily grinds her lower lips up and down against it, squeezing it along the way. Seconds later, she cannot deny her pleasure anymore. “Oh sweet Celestia!” Her pants and moans have increased in volume, as drop after drop of the party mare’s beautiful nectar stains the object and the store floor below. Eventually, she calms down and observes the mess she has just made, again. “Uhh, I’ll clean that up as well… before I open the store. Squee!” She trails off her accomplishment with another series of ecstatic moans, thinking to herself that it is far from over.

“And now for you, Mr. Big Guy!” She aggressively addresses the larger balloon that is still inside the bounce house. She makes her way inside for the fourth time and lands on her stomach, resuming her practice of bouncing up and down against the giant rubbing her flank, moaning even more. She then inserts a smaller balloon underneath her soaking wet marehood and grinds against it as she lets the beastly orb of rubber ride her soft, juicy and curvy backside. “Man! I really wish Cheese-y were here. He would've LOVED this!” She gives out the last statement as she bounces the night away. “I wonder… if… he is… even thinking… about… the same… thing?!”

As a third wave of orgasms floods her pink head, Pinkie Pie believes that she and Cheese would have made some time in their schedules to enjoy this erotic and bouncy night-off together. Instead, he’s in another city hosting a party for a group of foals. But, what the pink sugar-happy mare doesn’t realize is what her party buddy in Trottingham has in store, the same moment as she is humping the night away.

Still Overnight: Cheesy Wet Dream

An hour and a half before the Sun rises to bring in another day: the city of Trottingham stands in a semi-quiet atmosphere. Many residents are still taking the streets to import and export goods and provide transportation to ponies who need to get around, and others are currently sound asleep. Well, all but a certain party stallion.

Inside his hotel room, which is a couple of blocks from the location where he has helped organize a party for a few foals, Cheese Sandwich is tossing and turning in an attempt to stay asleep. His room is littered with confetti pieces, streamers and hundreds of balloons all over the floor, and many of the balloons accompany him right on his bed. He gives an exasperated yell from not being able to nod off. “Ugh! Why can’t I sleep right now?!”

Exhausted from hosting a super-fun party, the yellow-shirted stallion sighs and thinks back to the event that he has helped put together for the kids, and then he turns his thoughts to Pinkie Pie. As he turns some more, possibly from an insomniac state, he remembers how setting up any party for anypony would become something that he and the pink mare both share together.

He relaxes some from these thoughts, because he knows that since the first time he and Pinkie have known each other’s talents for things that are super-duper-fun, he would always contain a warm feeling inside that he has never thought of having, even before he first set hoof in Ponyville. And that feeling is compassion, love, and just being silly.

At first, he never thought he would meet another pony with such a partying experience that matches his. When they have both worked together to put on a big bash for one of Pinkie Pie’s friends, he believes he immediately felt a spark between them that would never die out. That would be the first time he has become starry-eyed for somepony; it is the same pony that happens to have the same love for bouncy and crazy things as he does. The more they would take time to get to know each other, outside of throwing parties, the bigger his spark grows for the equally bouncy mare. In fact, it is the exact pony that at one point has challenged him to a “goof-off”, and then befriends him.

She is certainly a mare of many surprises, he says in his mind. “Mmmmmmmmh….” The stallion hums to himself as he continues to imagine his blossoming friendship with Pinkie. He would always get a tingling sensation whenever they both take some time off and have picnics and cuddles together. And when they’re writing letters to each other, he is always happy to know that she still cares for him and wants to talk about how he’s doing and numerous things.

Cheese hums and finds himself circling a hoof around his body, still lost in his thoughts, and moaning. Just like Pinkie Pie, he remembers that through virtually every piece of party material that is put in place and every pony invited, those parties that he throws are all for the sweets-loving pink pony. The more he thinks about her, the more he really wishes he would go back in time and accept her invitation to her party, and the “after-party fun” that would take place. Again, it’s a rarity that the two of them would actually see each other for long periods at a time, away from everypony else. He would cuddle and cling to her with no end, and he would tell her that he will always make sure they are both happy with everything they do.

Every time he helps her out with party materials and bouncy things, he is always reminded of the love for these things they both share. By Celestia, Cheese Sandwich has long since fallen in love with Pinkie Pie. The outgoing, fun-loving bouncy attitude she displays, how she never fails to make anypony smile (and him smile as well), the balloons that remind him of how he and Pinkie love to bounce around on their own free will… everything about her was enchanting. “Mmmmmm… yes, Pinkie Pie. You crazy, bouncy party animal....” He smiles and kisses a pillow lying next to him, imagining it to be the mare in his dreams. “I love you, too….”

Moments later, the bouncy gentlecolt wakes up and peeks out of the window; the moon is shining ever so brightly and the stars paint an ecstatic picture in the beautiful night sky set by Luna. He yawns and kicks some covers off of him before leaping off the bed. He freezes in mid-air as he notices a wet and sticky fluid underneath his belly, and turns to the bed to find stains on the mattress and sheet. “Oh boy…,” he says with a blush on his cheeks, and he lands on the carpet. “I sure hope the hotel won’t get too peeved at me when they find this.” Not wanting to be found out about the mess he has just made, he zips to the bathroom and back, retrieving some house-cleaning implements. He spends a few minutes spraying and scrubbing the sheets and mattress. Before he knows it, the bed pieces are now clean, and he tosses the implements to the other side of the room before washing up.

“Phew! Now the housekeeping won’t suspect a thing-a-roonie!” He grins after making sure the hotel maintains its standard state, when a ‘ding’ goes off in his head from his last statement. “Heh. I’m starting to talk just like Pinkie Pie. Squee!”

The yellow party pony leaps back on the bed and ponders, “It was really nice to see the smiles on the little foals’ faces when I put on that shindig.” He chuckles and grabs a hoof-full of balloons. “My, Pinkie Pie would have loved to join me. She would have enjoyed the smiles on the kids’ faces, the dozen of large inflatables, the colorful, vibrant atmosphere that deemed fun for all ages….” Soon, his smile turns into a frown, and he sighs from the thought. He falls on his back onto the bed, still holding one of the balloons in his grasp.

“Oh, Pinkie Pie… Why can’t we just see each other more often? I mean, it’s nice that we are staying in touch from time to time, and that I’m more than happy to help you out with your parties, but...” Saddened a little, he glances at a portrait of his pink friend on the other side of the room. “But for some reason… I want it to be more than that with you. Sadly, I’m always on the move, and I can only take in so many requests from so many ponies. You know… none can compare to you, Pinkie Pie. Ever since Rainbow Dash’s party bash and that… ‘goof-off’, I feel like we’ve gotten close.”

He eyes at the balloon and ponders some more, wondering if he has grown emotionally close to his pink party buddy in Ponyville. He circles his gaze around the makeshift “balloon-room” surrounding him, and he turns on his stomach to place a balloon underneath his pelvic area, still lost in his thoughts. The longer he thinks about the amazingly fun times he and Pinkie share, the more attached he becomes to the cupcake-scented pony in his imagination.

“Oh, Pinkie Pie…,” he manages to spill out of his vocabulary before he wiggles his rump slightly with the balloon straddling his groin. “Oh, how I’d love to join you in your little ‘bouncy heaven’ right now. I know you’re probably having it without me.” He stops wiggling and grabs three more balloons, placing one under his chin and two more in front. He cautiously smooshes down two of the balloons with his forehooves and says, “Heh. Knowing you, you’re always looking for excuses to have as much fun as you can, no matter what time of night it is.” He chuckles from this thinking, which is a mixture of envy, loneliness, and compassion. He eventually forms a semi-lustful attitude. “I love you so much Pinkie, you have no idea how much fun we could have right here, right now…!”

Cheese Sandwich wiggles his flank over the middle balloon some more as he resumes his thinking about his relationship with Pinkie Pie. A few minutes pass, and he increasingly wonders if she even feels the same way about him. He is right to a great extent; they both really love having fun and discovering all kinds of fun possible, with each other and with tons of friends.

He kisses the balloon caressing his muzzle. “So sweet, so bouncy, so awesome….” He now believes that their spark has grown to new heights, with the exception of a pack of balloons tied around your waist carrying you away into the skies above. As the lust inside him gradually takes shape, he stops vibrating his body side-to-side and proceeds to bounce his backside up and down against the middle balloon, burying his chin on the second. All the while, his member has grown to ¾ full size and is pinning down and rubbing against the balloon. Shortly, he stops all activity as another ‘ding’ goes off in his mind. “This is for you, Pinkie Pie.”

He uses his tail to lodge four more balloons onto his bed and places them under his back hooves and elbows. He is now no longer touching the mattress as the balloons elevate the stallion slightly off of his bed. Even now, he is barely surprised that these smaller balloons are managing to hold his weight. They would easily do the same for a mare like Pinkie Pie; yet, a stallion begin a bit heavier should work as well. Right?

“Eh! One more bouncy…!” He yelps as he jumps off the bed, removes the first balloon from underneath, as well as the other under his chin, and grabs a larger balloon (a Q24) to take its place. Satisfied with this decision, he leaps up and with his swishing tail, he slowly hovers down onto the balloons and mattress belly-first. Once again, they are contouring to his hooves and elbows. The larger balloon is straddling his nether regions and taking its shape around his now-fully-erect penis. Making sure that a single body part is not touching the mattress, he squees in excitement. “Ah! Much better.”

Cheese resumes his humping practice, once again thinking about Pinkie Pie. “I’m... doing this... for... you... Pinkie!” He exerts these words from his muzzle in between each thrust of the rubbery orbs that are helping him stay above the sheets. “Mmh… mmmmmmhhh… mmh!” His moans and grunts in a rhythmic manner are now filling the hotel room, and a heating sensation forms all over his crotch. “Ohh…! Pinkiiiiiiiieeeee...!”

After a few moments of humping his bouncy friends, he feels that an ejaculation is approaching. “Mmh! I love you and these balloons, Pinkie Pie! Mmmmmmh… ugnh!” His last few doggy-style thrusts have put stars in his eyes for a brief moment as orgasm fills his cranium. Before he knows it, he struggles to yell, “OH... SWEET LUNA!”

He stops all activity to catch his breath. Then, he observes his backside to find some more of his love juices, staining the larger balloon and once again on the hotel sheets. Still panting, he smiles at his personal accomplishment. “Yes... I... did it… Pinkie…!” He manages to get out in between pants, and he removes the balloons from under his hooves.

The larger balloon is still riding the party pony’s shrinking member, as he lands his head on a pillow, now tired from his release. “Ehh… I’ll clean this up when it’s time to get up and go back to Ponyville.” He yawns and positions his forelegs under his chin, forcing a small bounce on his soaking-wet balloon. He sleepily glances at the hotel room’s clock and says, “Well, it’s almost time to meet Pinkie Pie and pick up her delivery, so I’m gonna need plenty of sleep before it’s time to wak---”

The room clock goes off, cutting him off; this causes him to jump a little and looks at it to wonder what time of morning it is. “Oh, it’s only about 5:45.” Cheese shrugs off the time before falling back to a short sleep… but, he immediately pops his eyes open, and he is now horrified to see the time. “FIVE FORTY-FIVE?!” He tries not to panic, and circles his gaze around the room at a fast rate. “Oh my gosh! I completely forgot that I need to hightail it to Sugarcube Corner and pick up Pinkie Pie’s delivery!”

The amber party pony leaps off the bed, almost hitting the ceiling, and zips to get a large black bag. In no time at all, he stuffs all of the balloons, including the one he has just made a mess on, and other party decorations inside the bag before tying it up. “There! All clear!” He then observes the once-again-messy bed. “Now, to clean up the hotel’s property... and wash up again.”

After another cleaning service with the hotel’s bed, Cheese zips to the bathroom mirror and sees that his mane is poofy and messy. “It’s unprofessional to have anypony see me like this. But… I’ve got to see her again.” He takes one final look at the room window to see that the night sky is turning into a faint orange glow, and he resumes to wash up before packing up and making his way back to Pinkie Pie’s hometown. Little does he know of what the hyperactive pink mare did the past couple of hours.

Pre Dawn: Sweet & Bouncy Love

It is barely morning, and Celestia’s Sun is beginning to sneak over the horizon.

Cheese Sandwich walks up to the front door of Sugarcube Corner with a rental hay wagon in tow. He is partially tired from lack of sleep; but at the same time, he is anxious to see what the crazy pink mare is up to.

He approaches the door and reaches a hoof to knock on it, but he freezes at what sounds like moaning and squeaking. Apparently, the sound is coming from the other side, and he could easily tell what this means. He proceeds to knock and get Pinkie Pie’s attention. “Pinkie? Pinkie Pie? It's me, Cheese Sandwich.” He asks her as quietly as possible so as to not wake up any of the townsfolk.

A moment of silence, and the gentlecolt waits patiently for a reply. He knocks again. “Uhh… Pinkie…?”

The door swings open and the head of his friend pops out. Her mane is definitely frazzled, although it is still poofy, and sweat is visible on her forehead. “Sorry! Can't talk! Store closed right now! Please come back later!” She blurts out at a rate anypony can hardly keep up with, not aware of who’s in front of her, and she slams the door in Cheese’s face.

What was that about? He thinks. Strange response to someone knocking on her door, even for her. (ding) Although.... Slightly confused, he knocks and calls out for her again. “Pinkie, I came to pick up the inflatables. Can you please let me in?”

“I SAID GO AW---!” She stops her yell as she recognizes the voice. Another pause, and she swings the door open again and gets a good look at him. She gasps and is now starry-eyed to see her friend again. “Cheese Sandwich!” Before long, she quickly inspects the space around him to see if anypony is around. “No time to talk!” She whispers loudly, as she grabs the stallion’s head and yanks him into the store, slamming the door shut. Seconds later, she cracks the door to place a “Store Closed” sign on the outside before shutting it again.

“Pinkie, what is going…?” Cheese questions with concern, but is right away cut off by a strange aroma filling the room. Right before his eyes is a showcase of many large and small inflatables of various shapes. For once, the party stallion is speechless, seeing that the very friend he could rely on the most still hasn't put up any of the balloons as promised.

With a small hint of disappointment, he turns to Pinkie Pie, who can be seen hastily grinding her flank cheeks against the side of the bounce house.

The mare exhausts a heated breath after every lustful thrust upon the smooth, rubbery mass from behind. All the while, she goes back and forth between moaning and whimpering. “Need… anything… Cheesy-y?!” She tries to spell out to her friend as her humping brigade goes on. Before he could answer back, she zips away and returns with an orange balloon, and places it on a nearby stool. She squishes her nethers on top of said balloon, while using a wall to hold her balance, and rocks her hips back and forth. All the while, she assures that Cheese is watching everything that is going on.

“Pinkie Pie, I understand that you want to keep having this fun you're having right now, and I really really REALLY don't mind that, but…” He circles his glance around most of the bouncy things, which are staining of cream-colored liquids, and he turns back to Pinkie, who is now presenting her flank just inches from his face. “Uhh….” His blush deepens from the sight.

The sexually-stimulated mare is wiggling her flank in her friend's face, with the orange balloon bouncing off of her love area. “You were saying…?” She teases him in a seductive tone, as the stallion hesitates to find any words.

It is now evident that Cheese is entranced by the sight before him. There he is: the bouncy atmosphere surrounding two of Equestria’s most beloved party ponies, and he is watching every moment of her having fun in the way she normally would not do, because she is almost always around other ponies. Without knowing, his member has now grown to half size, and Pinkie recognizes this.

At long last, Cheese Sandwich has something to say. “Look… Uh, Pinkie. I'm s-sorry, but… looking at the mess you've made… Aren't you… worried that…?” He starts to blush hard as he struggles to find the right words.

“Hmm?” She grows curious as she is now seen with a red balloon; she faces him while putting the balloon underneath his groin and giving him a sly grin.

The red balloon is now barely riding his sensitive body part, forcing a sense of heat around the area. Still struggling to get his message across, he inhales and blurts out, “You do realize you have to clean everything up and put all of the inflatables and party items back into their places so I can return them to the rental store, right?!” His ears fold back as he waits for a response.

She freezes all activity, and her mood suddenly changes to a serious tone. “Oh. I see.” She pulls the balloon from below him and squeeze-pops it. She then walks to the bounce house and rubs on it with a hoof, as if she is a boss and Cheese is an employee. “Let me ask you something, Cheese Sandwich.” Her glare turns somewhat dark, making him feel nervous.

“Uhh… Yeah?” He says with a quick clearing of his throat. Now, what is she up to?!

“I just want to know… How good are we as friends?”

The stallion is now shocked. He has never expected anypony like Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter herself, to ask him something like this. “Pinkie Pie…? Wh… what do you mean? Of course, we're friends. We’ve been best friends since that bash the other day.

“Then tell me. Why can't we see each other more often?” Her mood is now of a saddened pony, and her mane deflates some.

“Well… It’s actually complicated. I mean, I do travel around Equestria a lot and…”

“But that doesn't mean we shouldn't take the time to have picnics and cuddles more often! Every single time you go your way and do some shindigs away from me, I miss you more and more, begging day in and day out for you to come see me!” She is trying hard not to cry.

“Look, I know we haven't seen each other too often, but what else do you want me to do? I love throwing parties for the other ponies just the same as I love hanging out with you. And I think you realize that as well.”

“Yeah. And, I know we're practically two in the same and....”

“But are we? Just seconds ago, you've started to sound like I no longer want to be your friend anymore. Is this true?”

“No! Cheese!” A pause, and tears are now escaping her eyes. “That’s not true…!”

“Now tell me, Pinkie. What is troubling you?” The stallion walks up to caress her crying form.

Choking up some, she replies, “Actually… that’s kind of the truth.” Cheese is now even more shocked as she resumes. “Because, to be honest… I want to be more than that with you.”

This gives Cheese a small sigh of relief, but he is now curious if they both share the same feelings.

Wiping some tears, she questions him, “But I believe it's my turn to ask.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you feel the same about me? Well? Do you love me?” She questions with curiosity and compassion.

Another long pause, and Cheese summons the courage to answer back. “Well, in hindsight… I know that we’ve known each other for about two years now.”

“That's long enough.”

“Well… to be honest…” He gulps, fearing how she might react to what he will say next, and he continues. “I did kind of have some feelings for you, but… I don’t know if I am going crazy, not that I’m saying that it’s normal between us… but what I mean is, I just didn’t know how to make it out to you then. I was too afraid of being let down. And I’ve never felt this way about any mare in my life. Like I said, I’m always mobile and I’m not always in one place long enough to become intimate with somepony. But seeing as you have the same experiences for partying as I do… I… I really want this work between us. I just can’t stand the thought of losing the very thing that I feel like I have a real connection to! I wouldn't live with myself if that ever happens!” The now emotional party stallion clings to her, like a loving father to his own daughter.

“What are you saying, Cheese?”

“What I am meaning to say is…” He gulps again and bites down on his lips, not sure of how to spell the perfect words out for another pony as great at parties as he is. He now fears that any attempts of screwing up here may result in yet another rejection. He takes in a big deep breath, and a pause fills the atmosphere. With butterflies filling his stomach, he finally admits his true feelings. “I… I-I LOVE YOU, PINKIE PIE!” He starts to weep from his remark.

Pinkie is now frozen in place and before long, her mane poofs up and she gasps and explodes in sudden excitement. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!” She squeezes her friend, unaware that he is in tears. “You love me?! Well, I love you too! I can’t believe this is happening! Us, the two most incredulous party experts in all of Equestria! IN LOVE!” She sighs happily, when she at last realizes what is going on. “Huh? What’s wrong? You should be happy! Why aren’t you happy that we just confessed our feelings for each other?” She is now puzzled from what she is seeing.

“You don’t understand, Pinkie! I’ve been away from you too many times. I feel so ashamed that I might have hurt you when we aren’t together too often. But… now we are together… again…!” He wipes some tears from his stained face, as Pinkie Pie holds him close. He buries his head in her chest as he continues to weep.

“Aww… Cheese-y.” She sheds a small tear and smiles as the other party pony is finding comfort in her hooves. “I love you, too,” she whispers.

As an orange glow of the sunrise starts creeping into Sugarcube Corner, Cheese Sandwich wipes his face and is now feeling nervous. “I have another question for you, Pinkie Pie.”

“Yes, sweetie?” She flutters her eyes in the cutest way she knows how.

The gentlecolt remains his blushing form as he responds with, “I normally don't ask this to many mares, but… d-do you…?” A gulp from his can be heard by the bouncy mare. “Do you… want to… be my… marefriend?”

A pause. Cheese folds his ears back again, and a knot is felt in his neck. He has already faced so many rejections whenever he asks a random mare he throws a party for that if she wants to become close to him. And there he is: not knowing if she’s willing to say yes or no. His nervousness is now overshadowed by fear. Is history about to repeat itself again?

“... yes.”

Oh dear Celestia! It’s all over now! Another mare… GONE! How is my life ever going to be comple---? Cheese’s train of thought is interrupted, and he wants to make sure if he is hearing things correctly. So he asks, “Wh… what was that, Pinki---?”

“YES!! The answer is YES!! I’d love to be your marefriend! Oooooh, this is so exciting!” She releases her buddy and starts excitedly bouncing all around the limited floor space of the store.

“What just happened?” The amber pony rubs his left cheek. “Definitely a mare of many surprises.”

Pinkie Pie’s bouncing is halted when she runs into one of the balloons and trips forward. She finds her crotch rubbing against it, and she turns her attention to a nervous Cheese. “Hmmmmmmmm…!” She gives him a devilish look on her face and licks her lips. “Can I ask you something, party boy?”

“Huh? Oh… y-yeah?” He sits down on his rump when he notices that his penis is now at full length.

The mare notices this and grabs two balloons, zips toward her now coltfriend, making him fall backwards. She then proceeds to hotdog his fully-erect shaft between two rubbery spheres and rubs slowly, and she starts to moan sensual rhythms. This makes him stop thinking and leaves him no choice but to enjoy the thought of bouncy objects caressing his sensitive body part.

A question soon enters Pinkie’s mind. “Do you like?” She bounces her eyebrows and wiggles her flank.

“Ye---y… y-ye-ye-ye-yeah…,” he stutters as he is suddenly lost in the world of bouncy and boingy lust that has taken over both ponies.

“This is nothing!” She removes the balloons and hastily escorts her buddy inside the bounce house. She forces the huge purple balloon outside it, leaving plenty of room inside for both of them. “Get on your belly, lover boy.” She coos him, and he complies.

He takes off his brown shirt and tosses it out of the bounce house before positioning himself downward. As Cheese finds comfort in his stance, Pinkie spreads his hind legs outward and bounces to land on his backside, facing toward his cutie marks. Her glistening marehood is now resting upon Cheese’s head and mane, and she rests her chin on his rather pointy backside just a tongue's reach from the base of his tail.

“Okay, so what’s this treatment you’re planning on do… ohhhh!” Cheese Sandwich is caught off guard when he suddenly feels the sensation of two soft hooves groping and massaging his two flank cheeks. This spills out a sigh of pleasure from the now-lusty gentlecolt.

“You’re enjoying this now, aren’t ya?” Pinkie giggles with a half-lidded gaze. As she massages his rump, she readies her back legs and moves her heated crotch up and down against the top of his head. This causes her to moan uncontrollably in the process; yet, she is taking precaution to not hurt her coltfriend, so she is gyrating her backside in a slow manner. Cheese doesn’t want to feel like wasting Pinkie Pie’s efforts. So, in unison with her bouncy pink ass on his head, he slowly glides his crotch up and down, causing Pinkie to giggle as she is now massaging the gyrating amber flank.

“Heaven…,” is all that Pinkie could utter from her lips.

Now, the two party ponies are moaning for a few minutes; and shortly afterward, Pinkie climaxes first, and then bounces up to zip back to the top of the giant lavender behemoth of latex. Cheese is now left with love stains in his mane, but he nonetheless shrugs it off and begins to grind his private area against the bouncy inflated floor below, doggy-style. Seconds later, another “ding” goes off in his mind. He zips away and returns with a pink balloon and plants it underneath his extended rod, resuming his humping practice in a dog-like position.

“This… is… the best… after… party… EVER!” Pinkie Pie gives away in between each heated thrust as she humps the gargantuan balloon, leading her into another orgasmic trance.

“Mmph! You’ve… umph… said it… mmmmmmmmmh… Pinkie Pie…! Mmmph!” The party stallion gives a big sigh of relief as he becomes the next to reach his climax. More of the stallion’s nectar can be felt flowing down his legs, belly, and the balloons below.

Both ponies are now panting slow and even breaths, when the pink mare pops up another idea in mind. “Wait! It’s not over yet, Cheese-y!”

“What… whatever do you mean?” Cheese question with a mixture of curiosity and carefreeness.

She slides down the balloon and leads him to the top of the purple beast. Both of their combined weights are slightly contouring into the giant globe of rubber. She asks him to position himself on top of her; he is now directly facing his marefriend’s glorious treasure, as Pinkie lays on her back to have her snout come just two inches from his lengthening member. Before long, she wedges a red balloon between their bellies, leading him to smoosh down upon it and barely brush his muzzle against the mare’s lower folds.

“It’s sixty-nine time….” She says in a low-toned and seductive voice as she licks her lips. “The grand finale. Don’t hold anything back, Cheese-y.” She coos and giggles. With no time for second thought in her mind, she proceeds to lightly scrape her tongue up and down his growing shaft, forcing shivers down his spine.

He hesitantly navigates his tongue around the perimeter of Pinkie Pie’s inner thighs, and makes his way to the hot moist lips before him. He reaches inside, and Pinkie gives an “ohh” from her lips.

Both party ponies are now in pure bouncy ecstasy as they lovingly rut each other in a sensual rhythm that is syncing to the slow, even bounces of their massive, purple friend below.

Cheese then tongues in and out of Pinkie Pie for a few moments, causing her to moan as loudly as she could after each insertion. Soon, he stops and brings his tongue out of her. (ding) “Oh Pinkie Piiiiiiiiieeee…!” She calls out to his marefriend in a dreamy sing-song tone.

“Mm-hhmm?” She hums back to him in response as she continues to suck him off.

He grabs a smaller balloon out of nowhere and shapes it into what appears to be a baseball bat. “Oh, I think you’re gonna love this, Pinkie Pie….” He addresses with his lust at an all-time high before plunging the object into her, forcing a shriek out of the mare. He massages her inner thighs in smooth and loving strokes, making his way to her knees and ankles, and then he removes the balloon and returns his muzzle into her mare parts.

“Oh… Cheese-y… uhhhh!” Pinkie spells out to him before continuing her licking of his throbbing penis.

“I think… I… think.... I’m gonna…!” The gentlecolt tries to utter as he licks around the insides of her treasure.

Both ponies now have their visions momentarily shut off, as it is no longer denied that their ultimate climax is near. “Mmmmmph! Ughhhhhh…!” They both give away virtually the same time. Pinkie Pie readies his shaft and gulps down the stallion’s next round of love liquids. Now, Cheese is thrusting his muzzle rapidly in and out of his lover. In no time and all, he licks his face off as he tastes her fluids next. And then….

POP!

By surprise, both ponies are now free-falling as the purple balloon that has held them up during their fun is no longer there: it has bursted.

“Wait for iiiiiiiiiit!” Pinkie Pie giddily addresses her now-concerned coltfriend as they are both falling towards the ground. Seconds later, they are both bouncing up and down and resting on top of a smaller pink balloon, which is large enough to hold them both.

“Wh… wha?! But…! But… how did?” Dumbfounded and exhausted, Cheese Sandwich asks her in between pants before spinning around to face the pink pony.

“Surprise!” Pinkie gives a wide smile, despite her exposed blush. “Never thought I’d stuff another on in there, did you?” She giggles. “I wanted us to be safe as we have our little fun! Because I want us to stay bouncy, as long as we keep each other company, together forever, like bread and butter!”

The small red balloon caressing the two party planners bursts next, causing Cheese to brush his amber-furred tummy against the mare’s. Soon after, Cheese smiles and gazes at the sweetheart below him, and they are both now cuddling, feeling comfortable that they are in each other’s embrace.

Definitely… DEFINITELY a mare of many surprises, Cheese thought. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Why? Because I have her... my little Pinkie Pie.

They both plant their lips against one another and grope each other’s manes, as the morning light fills up the windows of Sugarcube Corner.

A few more minutes pass, and they both break away the kiss, leaving a tiny string of saliva connecting their tongues. Cheese then asks her, “Wait. Don’t you think anypony else might be wondering what’s going on here? Aren’t you worried that someone might catch us like this?”

“Shhhhhhhhh…” Pinkie puts a hoof on his cheek and rubs it as she replies in her dreamlike mood, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head off.” She smiles and kisses his lips before glancing at the store’s clock behind him: the clock is reading 7:20. “And besides, it’s Saturday, and the Cakes usually don’t bother me and the baby twins until about 10 in the morning. So, I believe we have some time to pack it all up.” She giggle-snorts. “And the store doesn’t open until 11 on Saturdays, so we should be good. Besides, the Cakes won’t return from their overnight trip until later today.”

The gentlecolt ponders this idea for a brief moment. “Hmm. Now that you’ve mentioned it, this does sound like a big time frame.” He peeks at the clock behind, glances at the mess the two have made all over the store, and looks back at Pinkie, who is gazing at him half-lidded. Feeling his heart melt at the adorableness before him, a warm smile beams across his face. “All right, Pinkie.”

Pinkie squees in excitement and takes little time to plant her lips against his, and she closes her eyes. Cheese loses himself in the kiss, and they both hum in unison. Still in a ball of cuddles and playing with each other’s hair, the amber pony lets his tongue slide through the mare’s teeth and brushes with her muscle. Both of them are now in a match of rhythmic moans and hums, and they soon break away with their half-lidded gazes.

“I love you, Cheese Sandwich.” She says and sighs ecstatically.

“I love you too… my little crazy pink mare.” He returns as he brushes her mane.

The two party organizers finally dismount from the pink balloon and they both lie on their stomachs side by side. Their muzzles playfully brush against one another, leading the couple into a heap of giggles and trance-filled sighs.

Cheese breaks the silence. “Pinkie Pie? I… I want this moment to last. I want us to last.” He holds onto her foreleg. “You’re the apple of my eye, you know that? And I don’t care what the other ponies might think about our newfound relationship. And you know, It’s pretty fun to throw many parties and helping other ponies feel. But, tell you the truth… no party is a party without you.”

“Awwwwwwww…! You shouldn't have!” Pinkie lays her head right next to his as she flutters her eyelids in his starry-eyed sight. “Hmmmmmm…! You know, I’ve never felt this way with any stallion before in like… forever! I mean, yeah, making other ponies and my friends smile is really sweet. But... none can compare to you. If there is one last smile I’d like to see on another pony’s face, I want that to be yours. And don’t you forget that, okay?”

“Okay, Pinkie Pie.” The gentlecolt giggles.

“Promise me that… boyfriend.” Pinkie bumps her flank against his. “Promise me that you will never forget this day, and that every party we throw for other ponies, they are all for our undeniable love for bouncy things, and each other.” She winks, and he returns the wink.

Both ponies perform the all-famous Pinkie Promise. “Cross my heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye.” They both say in unison before giggling and continuing to nuzzle each other lovingly.

Moments later, the front door to Pinkie’s home opens slowly, revealing the silhouettes of two ponies, one bigger and the other smaller.

“Pinkie Pie? We’re home early and...” Questions one of the figures, but they are cut off by the strange aroma that is reeking the store. “Golly! What is that wretched smell?!”

The two figures step inside and turn on the lights, revealing themselves to be Mr. and Mrs. Cake with the baby twins.

Mr. Cake asks, “What is this? Why is there so many balloons and inflatables all over the store?” The Cakes circles their glances around the mess laying in front of them, and then they notice Pinkie and Cheese directly in front of them. Everyone is now in a state of shock, surprise and curiosity, but the Cakes are even more stunned from their discovery.

“Pinkie Pie! What are you and your friend doing here?!” Mrs. Cake angrily addresses the pink mare.

“Pinkie Pie?” The baby twins both ask in unison.

The two party ponies look at each other, not exactly sure of what to tell the store owners. Then they give the older ponies eye contact. With concern, they hesitantly answer back at the same time, “Uhh… It’s… umm… Nightmare Night?” They both give innocent-looking grins on their faces. *squee*

THE END

Author's Note

I hope you've all enjoyed, everypony!
This fic sure took me some months to figure out, and I'm pretty happy as to how it came out.
Take care for now! :pinkiesmile: