Pinkie's Bouncy Night-Off

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.