“Hey Pinkie?”

My voice snapped her out of her semi-stunned state.

“Huh?” She blinked. “Yeah?”

“Mind retrieving the pillows again? This is actually straining my back and it’s starting to hurt.” I gave voice to the growing pain running up and down my spine from the awkward half-laying position my spikes forced me to take.

Pinkie blinked then looked down to see that my spikes were the only thing holding up both my torso. She also appeared to notice the fact that she was putting quite a bit of weight on my right spikes. Then everything seemed to register. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” She rolled over and quickly hopped off the bed. “I’ll fix this! Just hold on a sec!”

“No rush.” I said as Pinkie gathered up the pillows on the right side of the bed and proceeded to stack them on my legs. “It’s just a little pain, nothing too bad.”

“Okay, need help sitting up?” She asked, when she retrieved the final right side pillow.

I tried to sit up, but found myself too weak to actually sit up on my own. “Yes.” I said with a sigh. I held out my hand to her and Pinkie easily pulled me up. As I shakily held myself up with my frail, sinewy arms Pinkie began stacking the pillows behind me. She helped me ease back onto the pillow pile. “Heh. You’re strong.” I commented with a chuckle.

“Not really.” Pinkie said as she walked around the bed and began adding to the pile with the floor pillows on the left side of the bed. “All Earth Ponies are strong. We get empowered by our Earth Magic, thus we tend to be taller, stronger, and more durable than the other two tribes.” Pinkie stopped as she came back around, leaning on the foot of the bed a bit. She crossed her arms under her chest, something I didn’t mind in the least, and looked to the side. Her face gave me the impression that she was remembering some bad memories. Her mane slowly drooped back down to the straight hair I’d seen earlier. I had to admit, I found straight-hair Pinkie attractive. “I’m.... different.... I’m barely stronger than the average pony. My Earth Magic is... broken... I don’t connect with the earth like others do. I can’t make the soil more fertile or make plants grow on contact. The same magic that makes our muscles more defined is still there in me, it’s just weak.... like a faucet set only to trickle a bit at a time. My... my family had me tested... The Thaumaturgologist said I had the weakest Earth Magic he’d ever seen.” I could see tears in Pinkie’s eyes. “That’s why I’m short.... That’s why I’m... fat.”

“You’re not fat. You’re curvy. There’s a difference.” I pointed at her. My heart breaking for the mare once again. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was already falling for the mare.

She gave me a weak smile. “Thanks.” Then she looked away again. Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lower lip. Her half-lidded eyes locked onto mine. Never in my life had I see a more arousing sight than the mare before me.

“I may be skipping ahead in the relationship a bit,” I said hesitating a moment. My heart raced at what I was going to say. “But you are the sexiest mare that I have ever seen.”

Pinkie’s cheeks flushed even more. Then she moaned. It was a quiet moan, yet a significant one because it was the polar opposite of her earlier cries. This was a moan of need. “Th-thank you.” She said with a slight pant in her voice. See looked at me nervously, her eyes still half-lidded with unshed tears, her cheeks still flushed, and still biting her lower lip. “Can....” She took a shaky breath. “Can I-I do something? I-I want to d-do something.”

“As vague as that sounds, you do what you want to do Pinkie. I will not stop you.” I said with a gesture for her to continue with whatever she wanted to do.

Internally my mind was mess of emotions. I was falling for Pinkie, at least it was the start of truly falling for her. But that was only happening because I cared for the mare, even though I just met her. I wanted to love her, to love on her, but I... We... needed to actually get there. These feelings were also intermingled with the desire for this mare. This mare had a personality that I know I would love, the more I find out about her. However these, I would say, false feelings of love were actually just my brain going haywire with all the endorphins and dopamine I was getting from being aroused by a sexy mare. In short, I was not in Love, not yet. I would get there. No, I was in Lust with Pinkamena Diane Pie.

My entire mental processes ground to a screeching halt when Pinkie reached down and slowly pulled her shirt off. Her breasts bounced in their black bra when her shirt popped off her head. She folded it up neatly and set it on the foot of the bed. Her face was beat red and she didn’t want to make eye contact, at least not yet. Once again my heart was thundering in my chest. I noticed Pinkie was shaking a bit. I was shaking to, though mine was from excitement, while her’s was from most likely fear.

Pinkie undid the button of her shorts. Her shaking hands did fumble with the button once or twice though. She undid the zipper and bent over as she pulled off her shorts one leg at a time. Her panties were the same black as her bra. I approved of her color choice.

Oh God. This was really happening. A woman... correction, a mare was stripping right in front of me.

Like her shirt, Pinkie folded her shorts and set them on top of her. I could hear her light panting breaths as she shakingly reached up behind her and unhooked her bra. The moment Pinkie slipped her bra off my trembling hands clenched the sheets as hard as they could. Pinkie’s breasts were perfect. They were perfectly proportioned, with round, slightly puffy nipples that were perked up do to the chilly room. Like the other two clothing items, she folded the bra and set it on top of her shorts.

I am not ashamed to admit that I was rock hard at the moment. would I do anything about it? No. Because this wasn’t about me. This was about Pinkie, and Pinkie getting whatever it was that she needed from this. So I just sat and watched.

Then she slipped her thumbs into the waistline of her panties and pulled them down. She folded them like the rest and took a couple steps back. Pinkie’s vagina was trimmed, or as trimmed as it could get for a furry anthro-pony, and I could see the faintest shine of dew on her lips.

I forced myself to tear my eyes away from her. I shut them briefly and took a slow deep breath in then let it out equally as slowly.

Turning my head back, I slowed my breathing, and opened my eyes.

Pinkie was standing before me, completely naked. She had an arm under her breasts clutching at her bicep and her loose hand trembled as it rubbed her thigh. Her body was..... perfect.... Yes she was a little chubby (I again hate to use that word because I don’t know a better word for women or mares who have a little weight on them.) but that only made her more attractive. Her breasts and ass were stunning and it was through sheer force of will that I didn’t do or say anything to ruin this moment for her right then and there.

Pinkie was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. Her face was a mix of fear, nervousness, more than a little arousal, and the faintest signs of hope. “J-jared.” She say through shaky half-moan filled breaths. “Th-this is me. P-Pinkamena Diane Pie...” I couldn’t help but notice that her free hand had started to rub her inner thigh. However, my eyes were locked onto her’s. Her eyes were filled with tears. She took a slow shaky breath.

“J-Jared...... A-am I pretty?”

My heart broke once again that day.

My mouth actually open a little, what that equated to for me was my jaw hitting the floor. I couldn’t believe it. This mare. This beautiful, sexy mare was asking if she was pretty. I wanted to tell her that she was the Sexiest mare alive. I wanted to tell her all the things I would do to her if I could. But that was not what Pinkie asked, nor was it what she needed to hear.

“Pinkie.” I began softly. “You’re beautiful.”

The flood gates broke. Tears streamed from her eyes. “I-I... I am?”

“Pinkamena Diane Pie, you are the most gorgeous mare I have ever seen.” I said while giving her a small smile.

Pinkie slowly smiled. “You think so?” I noticed her mane begin to curl. That’s a good sign.

“I do.” I nodded. “In fact... I can prove it. Come here.” I gestured for her to come closer. I prayed to God or to whoever would listen that this would work.

Pinkie slowly walked forward, her hooves clip-clopping on the stone tiles. She stopped just to my left. “Lean in for a sec.”

She did, and when she did, I quickly leaned in and kissed her.

Now I’m no professional. I don’t make a habit of kissing. So I probably wasn’t any good at it. But the way Pinkie briefly gasped, before closing her eyes and kissing back made all my fears invalid. We didn’t hold it for long, and we seemed to pull away simultaneously. Pinkie’s eyes stayed closed briefly and she raised a shaky hand to slowly trace her lips before letting it fall once again. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Th-that was my first kiss...” She said slowly.

On pure instinct I responded. “I’m sorry.”

“N-no! No.” She shook her head quickly. “It... It was perfect...” Her tears had stopped flowing and she reached up a hand to wipe them aways as she smiled. Her mane was back to the poofy mess of curls I’d seen yesterday.

“Well I’m glad I took the risk and didn’t fuck it up.” I nodded at her, maintaining my smile.

“I’m glad too.” Pinkie moved back to the foot of the bed. She grabbed her panties then stopped when she saw the very evident tent I was pitching in the sheets.

“That’s quite an impressive boner you got there.” She said as the mischievous glint and smirk from earlier returned in full force.

“Why thank you.” I gave an appreciative nod.

Pinkie but her lip again and gave me the sultriest look I’d ever seen.

Pinkie took a couple steps back and turned around. Her tail flicked wildly as she bent over to put on her panties. I clenched my jaw as tight as I could as I got a perfect view of her ass and pussy. (I’m horny. So sue me if I used more vulgar terms when Pinkie’s not in emotional distress.) Then her tail flicked to the side. I was wondering what she was doing. Then my heart skipped a few three or four times when her hand came up and a couple fingers traced her pussy. She let out a gasping moan as she did. Then the beautiful, sexy, demon of a mare managed to one up herself in a matter of seconds. Two fingers spread her lips and I saw everything.

I’m pretty sure my brain shorted out for like a minute because next thing I know Pinkie’s standing back up smirking at me while pulling her bra back on.

“You beautiful bitch.” I said flatly.

“You’re damn right.” She giggled. “Mind if I just wear underwear.”

“Pinkie, I not only just saw you naked, I also saw you intentionally spread yourself for me.” I said with a raised brow. “You can wear and do whatever the fuck you want.”

“Okay!” She beamed, picked up her shirt and shorts and walked back over to the right side of the bed. She set her stuff down on the bedside table, then looked at me.

“Mind if I get under the covers with you?” She asked.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” I asked in response.

“Yay!” She giggled and pulled to covers away so she could slid in next to me and get comfortable. “Cuddles.” She said as she scooted up right next to me. Not that I minded, she was really warm, and soft, and furry, and sexy, and I’m going to stop now. Based on this alone, Pinkie’s head came up to top out at just below my shoulder, so I was probably massive. If my body was going by the Warcraft Movie orcs, then I would probably be about a good eight feet tall possibly more. Pinkie leaned against my shoulder with a happy sigh, her hands under the sheets.

Clop Starts Here

I heard Pinkie moan softly. I looked over to see that her face was flushed. I heard the sheets rustling a little. She saw me staring and instead of looking sultry like I expected, she looked embarrassed and a little apprehensive.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Y-you wanna know one of my biggest fetishes?” She asked, panting lightly.

I blinked. “I would say that escalated quickly, but then the last five minutes happened.” I said then chuckled. “Heh, sure Pinkie. What’s one of your biggest fetishes?”

“Being watched while I.....” He face flushed more as her voice died.

How cute, she was shy now.

I raised a brow. “While you....” My smile returned.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “While I masturbate.”

“Oh really now?”

HOLD THE LINE! DO NOT FALTER! YOU WILL NOT DEMEAN THIS MARE’S MOMENT BY JACKING OFF! THIS IS ABOUT HER DAMMIT! THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT HER!

“Y-yeah...” She giggled nervously, then moaned. Her eyes flicked down to the sheets. She bit her lip, then one over her hands came out of the sheets and pulled the sheets back. “I-I w-want you t-to w-watch me.” She said her voice coming in pants and cute gasps.

Pinkie had pulled her panties down to her knees and was using a hand to slowly rub up and down her lips.

I put my arm around her and pulled her close, causing her to briefly gasp, press her fingers into her pussy, and lean into me more. “By your command, Pinkamena.”

She gasped at the name. “Nnnnnnnnn-no o-one’s called me P-Pinkamena i-in y-years.” She stammered returning to her slow rubbing.

“I believe I like it more than than Pinkie. Pinkie is a filly’s name.” I leaned into her and whispered in her ear. “Pinkamena is a mare’s name.”

“O-oh F-fuck!” Pinkamena hissed as her other hand flew down to start rubbing her clit, her other hand slowly slipping to fingers within her lips. “H-how a-are y-you n-not jerking o-off r-right n-now?” She looked at me with the cutest confused and lust filled expression.

“Sheer force of will. Heh.” I chuckled.

“Wh-why aren’t y-you?” Her face twisted into a half-pained expression as she let out a long moan. “F-fuck. Fuck f-fuck! Where have you been all m-my l-life?”

“Well, one, I fear that if I do anything it will both ruin the moment and make this no longer about you. This is about you Pinkamena.” I said in a low tone as the arm around her squeezed her gently.

“O-oh F-faust! Oh, Faust, it is...” She moaned as she brought the hand formerly rubbing her slit up to pull down her bra and fondle one of her breasts.

“And two, my dear Pinkamena. I have been asking myself the same question. It’s almost poetic. I had to cross whole universes just to find you. Just to find my Soulmate. Just to find my love.” I didn’t care if it was the hormones talking, or if Love at first Sight was a legitimate thing, or even if it was flying in the face of what I earlier thought. I had to say it.

“I love you Pinkamena.”

“Ah! Ah! I-I love y-you J-Jar-red!” She squeaked out as she roughly shoved her middle and ring finger deep into her pussy and began to finger herself as hard as she could.

Time to switch tactics.

“Do you want to cum Pinkamena?”

“Y-yes! B-bu-but nah-not y-yet!” She could barely get the words out with all the moans, gasps, and squeaks she was making. “F-FUCK! N-Not YET!”

“Why not?” I kept my quiet tone.

“N-not f-f-full en-nough!” Pinkamena whined out as she shoved her index finger in to join the other too.”

“Oh? Does Miss Pinkamena Pie like being filled?” I cocked my head to the side.

Pinkamena was drooling and she laid her head onto my chest. “Yes! F-Fuck! YES! I-I want your orc c-cock! I-I’ve seen i-it! I-it’s huge!” Pinkie babbled as she roughly squeezed her breast. “I-I’ve f-fucked m-myself th-thinking ah-of y-you s-so m-many t-times!”

“But Pinkamena, we just met.” I smiled at her.

Her whole body was shaking and spasming. “”N-no c-can’t c-cum yet!” She gapsed. Her eyes opened and bored into mine. “I-I n-know I’m a b-bad m-mare f-for th-thinking a-about y-you!”

“Pinkamena.” Every time I said her name Pinkamena shook violently. “You’re not a bad mare. I’m flattered, truly.”

“R-really?” She whined.

“Really.” I nodded and then I leaned in and kissed her.

Pinkamena’s response was to passionately lock lips with me. She was ravenous, almost feral in her kiss, and I loved every second of it.

She broke away as the began panting harder. Swiftly, she pulled her hand away from her breasts and almost tore her panties off with how hard she yanked them off her legs. She let her panties fall and spread her legs wide, feverishly thrusting her fingers into her pussy, resulting in the sounds of wet slapping flesh. As Pinkamena pulled, out she paused four half a moment before roughly shoving all four fingers inside her pussy, her ups bucked as she shoved all the way to her thumb. “Ah! Faust! Almost! Almost!”

It was at this point that I had a thought. What if this room wasn’t sound-proofed?

It was also at that point that I didn’t give two shits because Pinkamena started to violent finger fuck herself, her hips bucking with every thrust.

I was painfully hard and yet I dared not move an inch, so transfixed was I with the gorgeous sexy mare dripping mare juice all over the sheets with every thrust of her hand.

“O-one! L-la-Ah-st! P-PUSH!” Pinkamena almost screamed into my chest.

No....

She wasn’t...

She wasn’t going to.....

How’d she have all the same fetishes I do?!

She virtually ripped her fingers from her pussy, resulting in a splash of mare juices. She raised her right leg (actually raising her hoof up to her shoulder)(Goddamn this mare was flexible!), balled up her hand into a fist, and swiftly shoved it into her pussy.

Half of her forearm just disappeared.

I should have finished just from her spectacle alone. but MY WILL IS STRONGER!

“J-Jared! JA-AH-red!” Pinkamena cried out as she pulled out her arm to her wrist, only to shove it back in harder, bucking her hips in time with every thrust.

“JARE-!” All noise from her died as her face twisted into a silent scream of pleasure as her hips bucked forward and she tore her arm out of her pussy. I watched her stomach clench as a stream of mare cum gushed forth and absolutely soaked the sheets. She shook violently, gasping quick erratic pants of air.

She collapsed onto the with a couple more half-hearted bucks along with a couple smaller squirts. Her eyes were half-lidded and glazed and her tongue had rolled out of her mouth. The arm she didn’t use to spectacularly penetrate herself was groping around. “Jared....” She mewled.

Awwwwwwwwwww!

I leaned over and grabbed to mare around the waist, pulled her close, and cradled her in my lap. She was limp in the way a relaxed cat would be.

Clop Ends Here

“Did you have fun my dear Pinkamena?” I asked quietly.

“Uh huh.” She nodded weakly, nuzzling into my chest. “I love you...”

“I love you too.” I rested my chin on her poofy mane.

“It felt so goooood.” She giggled.

“I bet it did.” I nodded.

Then Pinkie did something I did not expect. She used her, what some would call, abnormally long tongue to start licking her arm clean.

“God, you’re perfect. Heh.” I chuckled.

“Like you said,” Pinkamena said licking her hand and sucking her fingers clean like she’s just got done eating barbeque. “You had to cross universes to find your soulmate.”

“Indeed.” I nodded.

“Why didn’t you at least join me though?” She asked looking up at me with her pinkie in her mouth and clearly coming down from her orgasm high.

“As, I said. This has been about you. You needed this. All of this. Your a mare Pinkamena, and you need to feel like a mare sometimes.” I smiled.

“You’re sweet.” Pinkie grinned.

“And I bet you are too.” I said, once again sad that I couldn’t really put emphasis on anything.

“Charmer.” Pinkamena winked, then looked down at my not softening erection. “You know you’re going to have pretty bad blue balls.”

“Don’t care.” I shrugged. “It can be about me some other time. And it can be about us when we’re ready. Because even though we fit together like puzzle pieces, we still just met and we barely know each other. Let’s work on that before we start thinking about banging each other.”

“I was thinking about banging the whole time.” Pinkamena giggled.

“I bet you were. You looked amazing.” I booped her with a finger.

“Th-thanks.” She blushed with a giggle, then looked up at me with a happy smile. “What now?”

“Well, we could get to know each other better. Like actually talk about us. but first you may want to wash up. I don’t think you want to put your panties on as soaked as you are.”

“Good idea!” Pinkamena slid out from my arms and retrieved her wet pantise from the bed, along with her shirt and shorts from the table. She bent over and rummaged through something. “It’s good I came prepared.”

I couldn’t help it. “Oh you came alright.”

“Damn right I did!” Pinkie grinned as she stood back up straight holding and electric blue bra and panties. “Be right back.” With that she disappeared into the door that no doubt led into the bathroom. Come to think of it this didn’t look like a hospital. Maybe a private room converted into a temporary medical room thing?

Then there was a soft knocking at the door out.
“U-ummmm if she’s done in there... can we come in so we can check on you and change...... everything?” Came a soft and embarrassed sounding mare’s voice from the other side door.

“Sure, she’s taking a shower. You can come in.” I responded.

Internally I was laughing my head off.

Author's Note

My first attempt at writing clop in years. I’m sorry if clop isn’t your thing. I’ll get back to the conversation next chapter. This is just how the chapter flowed today.