Author's Note

This deleted scene is from Honey Pie II, chapter two. If you don't feel like reading Honey Pie and Honey Pie II to get the background, here's the very short version: A changeling cut off from his hive fell in love with, and developed a telepathic hive bond with Pinkie Pie. Sweetcake is "out" as a changeling, but still tends to keep pony form, especially for cuddles, since hard chitin isn't terribly cuddly. Our story begins as he and Pinkie wake up after a long and unexpectedly adventurous day...

(P.S. Yes, "buck" instead of fuck is silly. This is Pinkie Pie we're talking about here. )

Honey Pie: The First Time

I woke with Pinkie Pie nuzzling my ear. I sighed happily and opened my eyes. "Morning, sleepyhead," said Pinkie.

I blinked at the sunlight coming in through the window. "So it is." I hadn't really meant to sleep all evening and on into the night, but apparently I'd needed it. I felt good; even asleep, Pinkie's love for me had restored my energy. I wrapped my hooves around her and pulled her close. She lifted her muzzle and kissed me. I let my eyes slide closed as I kissed back, to better feel what she was feeling.

As a drone, I had no sexual nature whatsoever. I'd panicked the first time I'd sensed lust from Pinkie, having no idea how to deal with it. But as we'd gotten more used to each other, we had come to enjoy a certain amount of intimacy. It had never really gone beyond kissing, but even though I didn't seem to be capable of arousal myself, I could enjoy sharing the feelings that Pinkie got from our occasional make-out sessions.

Knowing what she liked, I held her close, stroking her fluffy mane and then running my hoof down her back to eventually end up caressing her cutie mark. She kissed me harder, her own hooves going around me.

Even though it didn't really matter to me, Pinkie always wanted to return my attentions. She started running her hooves up and down my back, pushing close against me as she did so. The feel of her body against mine was somehow different today. I could feel her arousal, of course, her breath against me now a heavy, rapid panting, and the spicy taste of lust hung like a fog in the air around us. But there was something else now, an answering heat, not on my tongue or in the bond we shared, but tingling down my spine.

My breath caught. What was this? How could it be happening? I pulled back from Pinkie, feeling confused and uncertain.

Pinkie sensed my confusion and let me pull free from her embrace. Sweetcake? What is it?

I don't know. I found I was trembling. Even separated from Pinkie, that tingle of fire was still there. I knew what it felt like, but that was impossible. Fear spiked through me. Was something wrong with me? Remembering an old legend about changelings who spent too much time as ponies and stopped being changelings, I swiftly changed back to my natural form. Relief filled me for an instant. I hadn't really thought that I'd fully turned into a pony, but it was the first explanation I could think of for how I could feel what I was feeling.

If not that, though, then what?

It's okay, Sweetcake, said Pinkie gently. Whatever it is, it's not hurting you. She reached up and cupped my cheek. I sighed, trying to relax. A little more of that strange, impossible heat stirred at her touch. She kissed me again and it was electrifying.

I shouldn't be able to feel this... My protest was weak, but I couldn't shake off my worry.

Pinkie, though, wasn't worried at all. She reached out to me, sharing her enthusiasm with me. I've always wished you could do something other than just listen to how I feel when we're together. Feeling excitement like this is good! It's better than cupcakes or balloons. Sometimes I think it might even be better than parties, and it ought to be shared. I don't understand why either, but I think it's a good thing. She broke off the kiss and smiled at me. It feels good, doesn't it? Change back, and let me show you how good it can feel.

I changed again, resuming my equine form. Pinkie's hooves went around me, pulling me in tight, and she kissed me again, hard, her tongue pressing into my mouth.

I wrapped my hooves back around her and kissed her in return, feeling the strange new fire burning higher within me. I didn't know what was happening, all this was so bizarre and impossible. Yet as Pinkie's hooves began to wander over my body, and the fire I felt blazed higher, I found that I no longer cared how or why.

Pinkie's hooves stroked and caressed me, wandering down to my flanks, then up my back. Her tongue twisted with mine, exploring my mouth. Her body pressed to mine, her hide soft and warm. I found myself pressing back tightly, moaning softly into the kiss. The fire that had kindled in me flamed brighter, racing down my spine to light a flame of need between my legs.

Pinkie broke off the kiss and began to nibble at my ear. She nibbled gently, and I moaned again. It felt so good.

Can you have wings for me? I like playing with wings, she said.

I willingly shaped a pair of pegasus wings for her, in addition to my usual horn. She smiled and rubbed her hooves at the bases. Somewhat to my surprise I felt them involuntarily stiffening, the feathers extended. "Are you an alicorn prince now?" she murmured in my ear.

I couldn't help but chuckle, even though the sensations from my wings were making it hard to think. "If you want me to be," I said.

"Mmm. I don't care about the prince part. But having every kind of pony, everything I like about making love, all in one pony..." She sighed happily. "You're just perfect, Sweetcake!" She kissed me again, and I kissed back willingly. Meanwhile her hooves kept working at my wings, until they were spread as far as possible, almost aching with this new, strange heat that filled me.

The ache still burned between my legs too, and in this form I had something other than smooth chitin there. Pinkie's legs were tangled with mine, and as she pressed close to me I could feel my stallionhood emerging, pushing between our bodies. Pinkie could feel it too, she broke off the kiss with a happy, almost purring sort of sound and started rocking herself against me, grinding our bodies together.

I moaned. I couldn't help it. Pinkie moaned too. I could feel her own excitement growing. We'd never gotten anywhere near this far before. I didn't know what to do, but Pinkie seemed to. She was eager, almost frantic, as she pressed her body against mine, her hooves touching my wings, rubbing my flanks, darting over me then pulling me to her harder.

Suddenly she let go of me and pulled away. She was panting. So was I. She rolled over in the generously large bed, stretching out on her stomach. "Buck me now," she whispered with urgent intensity.

I froze. "I don't know how!"

"You do. You can feel what I feel. That's all you need to know." She lifted her tail. I could smell her suddenly, the musky mare's scent of her mixing with the spice of lust in the air. I climbed over her, letting my mind touch hers more closely. I closed my eyes, to better focus on feeling what she felt. Her mind wrapped around mine as willingly as her body had, pulling me to her, letting me feel the ache of need that burned between her legs, like and yet unlike the ache that I felt. I shuddered and pushed closer to her. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her entrance against my stallionhood even as I also felt the hard heat of my stallionhood against her entrance. She moaned softly. I moaned in unison with her.

I wanted her. She wanted me. It blended together into a desire that could not be denied. I shifted my hips, trying to find a way to give us what we needed.

I felt it from her body more than from my own, when I'd found the right angle. I started to thrust, sinking into her. We moaned together again. It felt amazing, wonderful; overwhelming almost. I stayed there, just being within her, for a long moment.

Buck me, she said, and I didn't know if it was out loud or in her mind or just something I felt that didn't actually have words. However she'd said it, I knew what she meant. I drew my hips back and thrust into her, hard and fast.

"Yes!" That cry was definitely out loud, a rejoicing shout of bliss as I began to take her as hard as I could. Her whole body was tensed under me, rocking in time to my thrusts. The fire that burned within her was growing higher. Feeling it only made my own excitement rise to match it. We were both on the very edge of something strange and amazing and wonderful. I could feel it racing through me, my whole body aching for the fulfillment it promised. I moved even faster, thrusting harder still, making Pinkie cry out beneath me.

In an instant we were both there, her body shuddering under me even as my stallionhood twitched and shuddered within her, shooting my seed—still impossible, but I didn't remotely care—deep within her.

The incredible bliss began to fade away as I sagged limply atop her. Pinkie beneath me was panting, but she let out a little chirruping sound of utter contentment, almost cat-like. Her mind was a wordless haze of pleasure. Mine was much the same. We lay there together for quite a while before I finally rolled off of her to lie beside her.

I finally managed to piece together a few words again. "That... was... something. No wonder ponies like bucking so much."

Pinkie laughed, a delighted giggle. "Yep! That was really good. It was even better than stuff I've done before, because I could feel what you were feeling. It was twice as nice!"

I chuckled. "We are going to have to do that again. Soon."

Pinkie giggled again. "I like that idea."