Pinkie's Bouncy Night-Off

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.