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!