Pinkie Pie goes to a Canterlot party
The sun was just starting to go down outside the windows of the Ponyville to Canterlot express, painting the sky shades of orange and red. Rarity and Pinkie were sitting in one of the first class car rooms while chatting about their trip.
“I’m telling you Pinkie this party will be marvelous. Think of all the people that are going to be there, why if we're lucky even Fleur De Lis might show up with her husband Fancy Pants,” Rarity said from her bench, while making gestures and motions with her hand.
“I’m super excited for you Rarity, but I’m still not sure if I’ll fit in at this party. This all sounds a lot more fancy and high society than the kind of stuff that I'm used to going to,” Pinkie said, sitting on the bench across from her.
“Nonsense darling, if anything you will help to stop it from being the bore that it usually devolves into,” Rarity waved her hand dismissively. “So many of these Nobles are still stuck in the last Century, prim and proper with a rod up their butt from womb to grave. You could really bring out the flare that these parties are missing, and even if you don’t we can still probably suck some fun from tonight,” She said smiling.
“Don't worry Rarity, I'll do my best to make this the best Canterlot party you've ever been to,” Pinkie said as she started to bounce in her seat. “Hey hold on a minute, if this is a fancy party then shouldn't we be wearing something different?” She said pointing down at her normal clothes.
“Of course Pinkie, and speaking of which,” Rarity looked at her watch, “we can start getting ready now if you want. It shouldn't be that much longer till we get there.”
“Sure! I can't wait to see what you made me, I bet it looks great,” Pinkie said jumping up.
Rarity just giggled and stood up, walking over to the rooms small closet and bringing out two outfits, both were a beautiful white and looked amazing.
“Here we go! So I’m going to wear a more traditional design but you're going to be trying one of my newer, experimental ones,” Rarity handed her the 2 piece outfit. “Now let’s get these on shall we.”
It didn't take long for them to change. Rarity’s was a long slender dress that accentuated all the delicate beauty she had, with long sweeping fabrics that trailed behind her. Meanwhile Pinkie’s was a far more amazonian affair with large amounts of exposed skin and separate pieces. Her chest was held by a piece of fabric wrapped around and tied behind her back,while her legs were mostly covered by a short, side split skirt that came down to her knees. Combined with a pearl necklace and tied up hair, Pinkie looked like some kind of bronze age pagan goddess, balancing sexuality with refinement.
“See now Pinkie, you look amazing,” Rarity said, double checking that her dress was fitted properly. “Now let’s get ready, we're almost to the station.”
Like Rarity said it wasn’t long before they arrived at the station, and then boarded their carriage to the party. On the way to the party Pinkie watched out the window as people walked from either work or from stores as the city started to shut down (wind down for the evening). Workers walked along the roads they passed lighting the gas lamps which illuminated the modern capital, and the occasional automobile. A recent invention that some of the most wealthy started to buy, chugged past them. Pinkie watched the spectacle that was Canterlot, the wonders of science and society ran through every inch of this city, and here she was from a rural town. She didn't have much time to think on these things though as they pulled up to a large mansion, illuminated by lights. Carriages lined up outside to unload their passengers at the front door. In no time at all Pinkie and Rarity were being helped out by the servants of the house, and lead to the front door.
This was going to be an amazing night Pinkie thought to herself.
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This was a boring night Pinkie thought to herself.
Aside from the flashy entrance almost nothing interesting had happened. The food was just Hors d'oeuvres and the drinks were some fancy vintage wines that tasted exactly like normal wine but that people pretended tasted special somehow. Most of the party was relegated to a large marble ballroom with a stage against one wall had a band playing classical music and an open set of double doors leading outside to a garden on the other. Right now she was listening to two wealthy nobles sons argue about automobiles.
“I”m telling you that gasoline engines will be the future of motorised transportation,” One said, his belly bulging out slightly in his officers uniform
“Bah, as we all know the recent race trials held outside the city showed that steam automobiles easily beat out those gas clunkers,” The other said, his gaudy suit fighting for attention with his ridiculously curled moustache.
“Why I never, if you-” Their argument faded into the background, as Pinkie’s mind wandered to anything interesting.
She slowly walked around the room until she eventually made her way outside to the patio overlooking the garden. The music played quietly behind her inside the mansion, a reminder that inside was nothing more than pomp and circumstance. As she looked over the garden she noticed a horse stable across the garden and, with nothing better to do, walked over to it. The outside was a simple wooden building with a large double door, and a smaller side door that was ajar. Her interest piqued Pinke opened the door and stepped in, the earthy animal smells reminding her of Ponyville. Along each wall were four stalls, totaling eight in all, they were all empty, except for one in the back corner. Walking over Pinkie looked in and saw a stallion and, checking the nameplate on the stall, she saw he was named “Chance.”
“Well hello there Chance, my name's Pinkie, and how are you doing tonight? she said, reaching in to pet his head
“Looks like I'm not the only one that's bored tonight. Where are all the other horse's?” Chance didn't respond, though she didn't expect him to.
“Well maybe we can keep each other company till that boring party dies down then,” she smiled, continuing to rub his head.
The stallion turned his head over and started to sniff her hand, probably smelling the perfume she had “borrowed” from Rarity. After giving her a smell he gave a slight snort and let her rub him some more before walking back a bit. When he turned to the side Pinkie’s eyes were drawn downward, his flaccid cock was slowly slipping out of his sheath. She watched in fascination as more and more kept slipping out, bigger than any man she had ever seen hard while still being soft. She wasn't sure what it was, maybe she had drunk too much of that fancy wine, but she could feel a tingle in her loins . Watching his cock until the whole thing flopped below him, she felt the tingle turn to an aroused burning. Slowly, while still looking at his cock, Pinkie opened the stall and stepped in.
“Wow. Looks like someone wants to have a party with me,” she said, her eyes starting to lid.
Slowly, as not to scare him, she got down on her knees in front of his cock. The shaft was a solid onyx black and it slightly moved with his breathing. Reaching out her right hand Pinkie put her palm against his shaft, it was warm and slightly slick to the touch. Suddenly it gave a jerk and hardened slightly and she pulled her hand away in surprise. Watching it twitch slightly she leaned forward and gave him a smell, the thick musty scent of a male filled her nose and made her pussy start to leak. Moving further up his member Pinkie then pressed her nose against his balls, inhaling the thick musk his cum filled balls put out. Moving back she slipped a hand under her skirt and started to caress the outside of her pussy while looking at his cock.
Leaning forward again she focused on his tip, getting a close look, then letting her tongue slip out and have a lick. The taste was salty and bitter but far from unpleasant. Slowly Pinkie eased forward, embracing his member with her mouth, his taste flowing over her tongue and causing her mind to fog. She worked her tongue over his head, feeling the blood rush to it as it was aroused. Once she tasted all she could, and coating as much as possible with her saliva, she started to push further down. The cock hit the back of her throat before being pushed down into it. As it pushed into her throat Pinkie sunk two of her fingers into her cunt, slowly working them like the cock she was taking.
Further and further she shoved herself down on the cock, it's girth stretching her throat as it went. Finally Pinkie pressed her nose against his belly as his balls caressed her chin. The smell was overwhelming, the little breath she could get was filled with it and she was fingering her cunt with full force now, plunging her fingers in while deepthroating his cock. Slowly, and regretfully, Pinkie started pulling herself off his cock, letting it slide out of her throat as she hammered her pussy. When she had the tip back in her mouth she ran her tongue around his tip again and felt it start expanding. As his flare opened in her mouth she pressed her tongue against his opening as the first spurt of his cum drown her in it's taste.
Slamming her fingers into herself and clenching down she rode out her orgasm while drinking down the stallion’s cum. Spurt after spurt of his virile semen entered her mouth and she started gulping it down. More and more semen kept flowing from his cock and, just when she didn't think she could take anymore, he finally finished cumming. Stepping away he pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop, a thick trail of semen and saliva connected his cock to her mouth. Reaching up Pinkie started lapping the last of his semen into her mouth, not letting it go to waste. When she stood up she saw her stomach was slightly distended from all the cum she had drunken.
Stepping outside the stall and turning right she saw Rarity leaning against one of the the stall’s beams, her dress slightly wrinkled like it had been hitched up recently. Standing up fully Rarity walked over and using her finger to grab some of the cum Pinkie had missed, plopped it on her mouth. Pulling her finger out with a wet smack, she grinned at Pinkie and said.
“Looks like you already met Chance.”
Author's Note
Sorry for the inactivity lately, had a lot of school and personal stuff to deal with that slowed things down.
Had some help editing by the wonderful Leech, go check him out for some better writing than what I can do.
If you see any errors or problems be sure to mention it, and thanks for reading.
