Sensual End

It was the sound of Chris’s approaching Civic that snapped the two lovers out of their trance after they had cuddled for a little over an hour. Chris rushed to get his underwear and pants back on before Jake appeared over the sandbank and he had to explain the whole situation. With no time to get fully dressed, Chris threw on his underwear and shorts, leaving everything else off. He could chalk the sweat up to a jog around the beach if he had to.

“I didn’t know how much ammo to get so I just cleaned out their stock,” Jake said, appearing over the sandbank with a double barrel shotgun resting on his right shoulder. Chris had gotten dressed just in time and his pony partner stood up as well. Chris couldn‘t help but chuckle slightly at the sight of Pinkie clenching her flank muscles, trying to keep any excess semen from dripping out. “Oh, and I got Devil’s Food Cakes,” Jake added as he turned around and proceeded back to the Civic. The three companions knew it was now time to continue their quest south.

A few hours later, the crew decided the quickest route to New York City would be to switch over to I-495 in Massachusetts. Shortly after veering off onto the correct exit, they arrived in Lowell, MA. It was now roughly 1:30 in the morning and, although still fearful for their lives, they had no choice but to stop at the local Courtyard Hotel. They would pick up their trek in the morning. Upon pulling up to the hotel parking lot, Chris suddenly freaked out, appearing agitated, and slapped the dashboard hard. Everyone quickly became alarmingly concerned. “What’s wrong?” Pinkie asked reluctantly. It had been a rough night for all of them. Taking a sudden road trip with no real plans about how to manage it and only having the knowledge of where you were going was hard enough, but on top of that they had demons chasing them. Everyone was tired, upset, and pretty miserable.

“How the fuck are we gonna get Pinkie in there?” Chris asked in an angry tone. Pinkie frowned realzing she was causing not only Jake trouble, but Chris as well. Pinkie knew that Jake’s situation was more desperate than her romance with Chris, but Pinkie loved Chris and it hurt her more to see how agitated he was compared to how sad she felt seeing Jake upset. Jake appeared calm and collected though. “Bro, I’ve got it covered,” he said and he reached back to the backseat to pull out a large, fluorescent green costume. “I don’t get it,” Chris bluntly stated. “Well it occurred to me that we need to disguise Pinkie at some point, but I knew a dog costume or a human disguise wouldn’t work. People would see her face or pony body no matter what she wore and it would cause some problematic questions. But, then I saw this Greenman suit for dogs. You know, those full body spandex suits that you always see people wearing to, like, hockey games and stuff?” Jake said. “Yeah,” Chris replied, still not seeing the solution to the problem at hand. “All we have to do is flatten Pinkie’s mane and stick her tail between her legs. The spandex will cover everything, and people will think she’s a dog,” Jake continued. “But wouldn’t people then question why the hell a dog is in a greenman suit in a hotel?” Jake felt empowered to answer this question, sensing Chris’s arrogance kicking in and knowing that Chris thought he pointed out a major flaw in this plan. “I came across that problem too. However, we can take care of that with a bit of acting. We simply say that she had a terrible accident in a fire and so as not to scare the general public with her obscene body, we keep her in the suit.” “That is so dumb, it just might work,” Chris started. He paused, and then pointed out another problem. “They don’t allow pets in the hotel rooms. How are we gonna get her in there with us? We can’t keep her chained up in the lobby or outside all night,” Chris responded. Jake reached back to the trunk again to grab a guide dog harness and a pair of darkly-shaded sunglasses. Jake put on the glasses and replied, “Guide dog.”

Chris was thoroughly impressed, and Pinkie seemed excited to try this idea. The two travelers then proceeded to get the pink pony into costume. “Okay Pinkie, I know this is gonna be hard for you, but when we’re around other people in this suit, you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT TALK,” Jake said as he stuffed the pony’s tail in between her legs. The mare shuttered a slight bit. The fluffiness of her tail felt good against her vagina. Pinkie had never thought to try this form of self-pleasure before. It wasn’t a normal thing for even talking ponies to do, but she liked it. Lost in this brief moment of sexual rush, Pinkie abandoned her usual, ecstatic, giddy response and simply replied with an sensual, “Okay.” As the suit stretched around her, Pinkie’s tail became tightly wedged between her lips. Pinkie loved the sensation but didn’t want to embarrass herself by crying out in pleasure or even worse, getting noticed by another human. After the suit was completely on, mask and all, Pinkie tried walking out of the backseat of the Civic, which was even more pleasurable than getting the suit on. Her tail tightly squirmed back and fourth between her pussy lips with each step. She almost collapsed when she touched the parking lot pavement from the intensity of the orgasmic feelings she was having. She felt her cunt moisten just a tiny bit, which scared her. It would be hard enough for Chris and Jake to explain her current attire to the person waiting inside. Now was not the time to soak the backside of her suit in her love juices.

It took every ounce of womanly strength inside her to fight the urges of her pussy getting wet, which did help her not talk at all when she approached the young woman working the lobby inside the hotel. Pinkie got such a thrill out of being in this suit. It was almost like some kind of sexual torture game. Although the circumstances for why she was doing it now was far from a game, she would have to remember to do this again later when she had some alone time with Chris.

The woman working at the hotel’s lobby desk looked about the same age as Jake, maybe only a couple years older. She had a relatively slim body, official Courtyard Hotel employee suit, a beautiful face, and blonde hair tied up into a ponytail with a pink hair tie in the back. Pinkie looked up at the two boys as they approached the woman. They didn’t look at all interested in her. Pinkie deducted that the only thing keeping them from ogling her was the complete lack of cleavage and breast curvature that her outfit had. Pinkie was okay with this.

While Chris paid for the room, the employee said nothing about the “guard dog” they had brought in, but did give it a few awkward stares. The group turned to their right and stood towards the closest elevator. Chris pressed the button to ascend to their room, number thirty six. Chris found the number to be kind of ironic, considering how three was the number of the holy trinity and six was the number of the devil. It was even more ironic when Chris thought about how pairing the two numbers together kind of represented their struggle against the evil forces of the Demonata. Upon entering the elevator, Pinkie’s bright pink tail was slightly noticed through the tail hole of the Greenman suit by the girl at the lobby desk. The employee just looked confused as Pinkie and the other two men trotted into the elevator, turned around, and show no emotion as the doors closed in front of them.

Upon reaching their room, the gang could do nothing except prepare for bed. They were exhausted to the bone. The only thing they managed to do before hitting the sack and passing out was help Pinkie out of her costume. Pinkie decided to sleep with Jake that night. She didn’t need to explain why to Chris. Both of them completely understood. The pony was Jake’s guardian angel, and he would not feel safe unless she was by his side. That was more important to both of them than their now blazing desire for each other. Jake had to be kept safe. Jake immediately fell asleep upon hitting his head against the pillow. Chris and Pinkie stared at each other smiling for a moment after laying down, and then the room went dark. It was time for some much deserved sleep.

Pinkie was the first one to wake up. She checked the clock. It was 10:30 in the morning. Pinkie opened one of the group’s duffle bags of supplies, found some food, and made herself a little breakfast. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, but it wasn’t too hot. The air smelled fresh and pure. If there ever was a textbook case of nice weather, this was it. There were even birds on their room’s patio railing.

One in particular caught Pinkie’s attention. It was tan in color, with an abnormally large beak. Other than that, it looked quite normal at a glace. The pink pony approached the bird curiously. She wasn’t as good with animals as her friend Fluttershy was, but she’d try talking to the bird.

“Hi!” Pinkie said excitedly but quietly, as to not wake the boys. “I’m Pinkie Pie! What’s your name?” The bird sent no response. Not even a inch of movement. Only after a few moments did the pony realized that no animals could really talk in this world. Pinkie frowned, staring at the motionless bird. Then slowly, the bird began to turn its head toward the pony. Pinkie inched closer to see if was really about to communicate with her. She was shocked at what she saw.

Pinkie was soon glairing into two empty, human-like eye sockets. The bird’s beak was filled with razor sharp teeth, almost resembling those of a crocodile. It had a bony structure and leathery skin that showed its pulsing veins and arteries. It’s wings looked bat-like. While staring into the creatures’ eyes, it magically grew in size. Pinkie backed up and stared in horror as the bird expanded to about six feet tall with a fourteen foot wingspan. It walked on two, human-like legs.

Pinkie screamed. The loud noise instantly woke up both Jake and Chris, who shot up in their beds, and also noticed the terrifying creature making it’s way into their hotel room. The creature twitched it’s head in Jake’s direction. “Sweet Celestia!” Jake cried in fear. “Jake Arbor,” the creature said in a deep, sinister voice. “You have something my master needs; something on your mind.” “What do you want for me?” Jake asked, terrified. “Oh, come now, Jake. You should be happy! Your dream girl is almost complete. We just need one final touch to make her perfect: a copy of your memories!” The creature hissed.

Chris had managed to sneak behind the creature, and suddenly, smashed a nearby porcelain lamp over it’s head. “RUN!” Chris screamed at the gang. Jake and Pinkie bolted out the door full speed. While the monster was trying to recover from his injury, Chris ripped the flat screen TV in their room from the wall and slammed that on the creature’s head as well, striking it to the ground. Using this chance, Chris also escaped the room and caught up to the others who were dashing down the hallway.

“What about Pinkie’s disguise?!” Jake yelled to Chris as he ran. “Forget it! Just keep running!” Chris replied. A few seconds later, the monster had recovered from its fall and growled. The creature flapped its wings and exited the room through the patio, soaring above the hotel. The gang took the stairs down to the lobby, figuring it would be a quicker route. They darted past the employee at the desk, the same one they had encountered the night before. The employee dropped her jaw upon seeing the brightly colored pony and the clearly un-handicapped Jake running through the lobby. Chris wasn’t too worried about this girl seeing Pinkie Pie’s true form. If she reported it, everyone would call her crazy anyway.

Chris, Jake, and Pinkie Pie quickly reached their car parked in the parking lot. Chris was fumbling with the keys trying to unlock the vehicle when Jake noticed the demonic bird, perched on the roof of the hotel. Chris finally got the car unlocked after several seconds of frantic key searching, through the key into the ignition and started the car. The monster spread it’s wings, preparing to take off after them. Chris wasted no time and slammed on the gas, tearing out of the parking lot. The beast squealed and leaped off the roof, and proceed to chase them down the road

Speeding down Route 3, Chris weaved in and out of traffic, praying that a highway patrol car would not by hiding nearby. In his rearview, Chris saw the creature flying only a few car lengths behind and close to the ground. It opened it’s mouth to show its sharp teeth and let out a blood-curdling shriek. Unsure if he could outrun the creature, Chris turned to Jake in the seat next to him. “Jake! There’s an ACR 6.8 in the bag beside Pinkie! Take it and try to fit through the sunroof! Shoot it down!” he yelled at his partner riding shotgun. “Okay!” Jake yelled back.

Pinkie decided to help Jake and retrieved the assault rifle for him. Chris opened the sunroof of his Civic and held Jake’s shirt as he balanced himself out the sun roof. During this highway battle, the gang had been too busy to turn down Chris‘s mixtape playing in his car CD player. “Aligator Blood ” by Bring Me The Horizon came over the car’s speakers and Pinkie perked up. “Ooh! This is my jam!” Pinkie turned up the car’s stereo to maximum. As much as Jake hated to admit it, this was a pretty badass soundtrack to their current situation.

Jake took aim at the demon bird and fired several rounds, missing his target with all of them. Fellow motorists swerved and slid to a halt upon hearing the gunshots. Chris really had to put his countless hours of racing video game knowledge to the test to refrain from crashing. Pinkie, no longer afraid of their situation, was dancing and singing to the rock song in the backseat. Jake took aim a second time and fired five more rounds, a couple of which grazed other cars. The creature opened it’s mouth wide and screached, obviously struggling to keep up with the speeding Civic, which was no going in excess of over one hundred miles per hour.

Suddenly, Chris hit a pot hole in the highway and lost control of his car! Chris almost hit a red mini van, but managed to steer out of the way just in time. However, this little mistake caused the monster to catch up! The monster was now hovering right over the Civic. “Oh shit!” Jake exclaimed and ducked back down inside the vehicle. The monster used its strong, talons to grip the roof of the car through the sunroof. Then, the bird proceeded to fly upwards, lifting the car off the ground! Pinkie was no longer having any more fun, and was now screaming along with Chris and Jake as the beast lifted them about thirty five feet in the air. Chris decided he’d close the sunroof to pinch the beast’s talons and force it to let go. The sunroof closed over the creature’s feet and it let out a huge squeal of pain, letting go of the car. Chris had forgotten in the heat of the moment, however, that they were still in the air! The car rocketed down towards the highway.

Luckly all the other cars on the highway had stopped a couple of miles back due to the commotion, so there were no cars on the highway behind them. Highway patrol had also caught wind of the chase and had blocked off the highway several miles ahead and had prepared a spike strip to slow down the people they thought were terrorists. With one last ditch effort to save everyone’s life, with only seconds to spare, Chris reached back, unhooked Pinkie’s seatbelt, swung her in front of him, shielded her with his own body, and then tripped the airbags for both Jake and himself.

SMASH! The car’s right side smashed flat against the asphalt and barrel rolled towards the right side of the highway. Thankfully the other flips were on soft patches of grass and it helped cushion the car a bit. After seven total flips, the Civic landed on it’s wheels. Chris had some bad bruises and cuts, but was otherwise fine. He was more concerned about Jake and Pinkie, however, and proceeded to check on them. Pinkie awoke from unconsciousness a couple seconds later. She was dirty, but completely unharmed, thanks to Chris shielding her with his body and airbag. Jake was breathing as well, but unconcious and severely injured. It seemed Jake had dislocated his shoulder. Pinkie turned her head towards Jake and gagged at the sight of his right shoulder blade resting behind his back. Pinkie then turned back to Chris, making sure he was okay for herself. Realizing he was fine, the two shared a deep, passionate kiss.

Chris managed to get the driver side door open and Pinkie Pie and he climbed out. Both were amazed that not a single bone was broken. “I guess the Princess is looking out for us, huh Pinkie,” Chris said. Chris then proceeded to run over to the passenger side and pull the unconscious Jake out of the car. He lightly slapped the teenage boy. “Wake up, man!” Chris yelled at Jake’s body. Pinkie trotted to the back door on the right side and opened it. She pulled out a two liter bottle of Mountain Dew from one of their supply bags and sat it by Chris. “I can’t open it,” Pinkie said, smiling. Chris, unsure why Pinkie wanted Mountain Dew at a time like this, reluctantly opened the bottle for her. Pinkie took it in her hooves and then proceeded to pour it all over Jake’s face. “WAAAAAAKKKKKEEEEEE UPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!” Pinkie yelled at Jake for the second time in one week. Jake squirmed, regaining conciousness, and without opening his eyes said, “Do the dew, motherfuckers.” Pinkie and Chris hugged the boy tightly. Jake sat up, in agonizing pain from his dislocated shoulder, and looked around for the demon bird. It had vanished. Jake turned his head towards the car on his right and said, “So, you think your insurance covers gigantic demon birds?” Pinkie and Chris laughed merrily. Chris wasn’t even mad his car was totaled. He saved his true love and his new friend from a giant creature from the Demonata dimension. Now was a time for celebration, not resent.