The letter was in the mailbox that morning, standing out so plainly from all the rest of the assorted gray mail that had accumulated in the recent weeks. People had found that doomcup lived there, and with taking any residence for any period of time came the inevitable junk mail. He mostly used it as note taking paper now. What didn’t offer good writing space was set aside to be used for paper machie and other such crafts.

This envelope, though, was in a signature style unmistakeable as coming from anypony else. The pinks and blues and yellows gave it away.

He struggled to remember the calendar. Was it some day? He couldn’t think of any holiday around this time; he’d managed to catch up on all the dates and details for the important ones.

No. Wait. It was that day? How did anypony find out that day, much less her?

Yes, today was doomcup’s birthday. He hadn’t told anybody, because he was so used to not celebrating it. It was a secret the whole time he’d been there, and now Pinkie Pie knew.

He had to open the envelope now. Was it a party? As much as he’d appreciated the one for his housewarming, the press of all the pones around had been too much to handle. And even though they’d made up for it later, some things still were sore about that day….

But Pinkie had defended him. Pinkie alone had his corner. That much brought warmth.

He stopped getting lost in the past and actually looked at what was in the envelope.

It was a card. Just as garishly pink and yellow and blue as the envelope, and in big writing it said “Happy birthday!”

He had never gotten a birthday card before in his entire life. He was already shedding tears from the warmth inside.

He brought himself to open the card. He expected some pithy joke or some such; cards in stories tended to have them, after all. But this card seemed to want to get to the point right away.

“As soon as you get this, come to Sugarcube Corner, go up the stairs, then knock ‘shave and a manecut’ on the door. Your gift awaits! --Pinkie Pie”

He meditated on this. Sugarcube Corner, eh? It wasn’t that big, so a party wasn’t waiting for him there, was it? But what would Pinkie be doing if it wasn’t a party?

He had to know. He went inside briefly to put the card in a safe place with his other treasures, tossed the junk mail into the pile with the rest of the scrap paper, and went on his way.

Sugarcube Corner was oddly empty today. There was Mrs. Cake at the counter just in case, who was giving him a wink as he walked past. Did she know what was up? There was no way, right?

Up to the door. What were these flutters in his stomach? He raised a hoof to the door.

Before he could give the special knock the door burst open, and to cries of “You’re heeeeeeere!”, he found himself pulled inside by a Pinkie who was clearly far stronger than she looked.

“Eeeeee, I knew since it was your birthday you’d wanna celebrate it but I know you were kinda off by yourself at that party so I thought a little one on one would be a lot more fun and I knew you’d come right after you got the letter and-”

“Pinkie!”

She blinked for a moment. As I prepared to ask the question bugging me, I couldn’t help but take her in visually. Her work at the bakery, and perhaps overindulgence at the treats of it, had lent a good bit of plush to the mare’s figure. There was plenty of soft cushioning to be had.

“Yes doomie?”

“How did you know it was my birthday? I didn’t tell anybody.”

She waved her tail at him, which she couldn’t do without showing her amazing ass. The wobble was very real and very hypnotic.

“It’s my tail! It just senses things I really need to know, and I got a really big feeling that it was your birthday today! Aaaaaaaand I may have gotten a little letter from Twilight who’d been looking through the royal records.”

doomcup was shocked for a moment. His birth was in the records? I mean, eventually everyone even in some far off corner of equestria would have some records, but his? He didn’t really think anypony would even have cared enough.

“So what’s the present you wanted to give me, Pinkie Pie?”

“Oooh! Righty tighty! You got here waaaay faster than I thought you would, so I still need to wrap it. Can you wait right there for a few teensy weensy seconds while I do that?”

“Of course” doomcup said not understanding, watching as Pinkie quickly dove behind a privacy screen

After a few cartoonish shudders, she came out again. To his amazement she was wearing…. A simply stunning outfit. The fishnet stockings, the skirt failing to hide anything, the big bow around her neck.

“Here’s your present, me! You get to do anything you want with me today!”

Once the stallion picked his jaw up from the floor, he double checked her ears. No, there were no eartags on either of them. She was offering herself to him without any kind of suggestion or loosening whatsoever? Just like that?

“Pinkie, I… I don’t know what to say”

“How about a ‘thank you’?”

“Oh of course. Thank you! You’re such a wonderful gift. Um, do you do this for anypony else on their birthday?”

Pinkie looked very surprised. “No, of course not! But I knew it’d be what you wanted cause everypony tells me how you can’t keep your eyes off me whenever we’re in the same room and I know I noticed you looking at my plot and my face and getting so flustered if I catch you and-”

“So, anything? Let’s get to the bed then!”

Flopping down on Pinkie Pie’s bed was the most comfortable feeling he’d ever felt. It was so soft and inviting, and threatened to swallow him like a pool of quicksand. Pinkie followed, before nearly running into his stiff pony erection.

“Oooooh, you do like your gift! Whatcha wanna do with it first! How about-”

BLMF. Before Pinkie could get another schtick started, doomcup used his unicorn magic to grab Pinkie’s head and place his cock squarely into her muzzle. Without any further urging, magical or otherwise, she started sucking. She took his entire length down her throat, with no trouble whatsoever. He felt her tongue and her throat giving it the most special massage treatment all over as she started to bob her head up and down, applying suction that would be the envy of industrial vacuum cleaners.

“Oh, b’slest! Pinkie….” he moaned, unable to believe the sheer sensation. Every dip of her head, every cycle of her movements, she gobbled his cock as greedily as she would have any cake or pie. It was beyond belief, beyond rationality, just like her.

It was Pinkie Pie’s own signature fellatio.

How long was it going? He couldn’t tell. Every second was like hours in the best possible way. But pretty soon, he had a now familiar feeling building inside of him.

“Mmmmh… P-Pinkie, stop!”

She immediately hopped off his boner with a surprised look, a quizzical jack in the box popping up. “You don’t like it, doomie?”

“I do, way too much! There’s a thing I wanna do before I can’t go on.” He got up from the bed. “Can you lie down on the bed? On your back? I’m ready to truly take my gift.”

Pinkie let loose a squeal and a face that radiated joy, and immediately flopped on the bed. “Okie dokie lokie! On the bed, ready and waiting!” She spread her legs, and the stallion could see she was indeed ready. Very ready.

He climbed on top of her. The physical closeness between them was intoxicating. The feeling of her body against his was making his heart pound so hard. His erection rubbed against her waiting wet pussy as he looked into her deep blue eyes. He felt so good.

“I’m ready for you, Pinkie.” he said in a low tone.

“Take me, birthday colt.” She said in an uncharacteristic whisper.

And with a sloooow pull back and a quick thrust, he was in.

Pinkie gave a yelp of pleasure and moaned like she didn’t care who heard her. For his part, doomcup was lost. The entire world didn’t exist anymore, except for him and Pinkie.

This was far different from anything he’d ever done before, with anypony he’d done it with before. It was magic. It was so much magic. There was life, laughter, music, in every single movement, every single squeeze, every single tone of her voice, every single look in her eyes, every single thrust.

Was this… love?

Through Pinkie’s squeals of delight he tried to make out words, but he couldn’t make out any. At this point it was just a string of loose syllables. He found he couldn’t say anything either. It was all too much. The words had been pounded out of his brain like an iron bar rolling it into paste. The words in his heart wouldn’t get said that way.

He felt the buildup in his loins again. If he couldn’t make himself heard before then, it’d be too late. Finally, he looked into her eyes one more time…

…and kissed her.

Deeply, passionately, with everything in him, he kissed her. She kissed back, to his delight. They kissed eachother right as they both started bucking their hips. Was this…?

They both came. Together. Huge waves of hot thick semen hit Pinkie’s walls as her fluids splashed all over their crotches. The world around them was just a pink haze of pleasure now. It stayed that way for an eternity, but some eternities are smaller than others…

After a few more times, the door to Pinkie’s apartment opened, and in fell Mrs. Cake, tumbling at the sudden removal of the door’s support.

“Mrs. Caaaaaake, were you listeniiiiiiing?” Pinkie asked, in a teasing tone. She wasn’t embarassed, doomcup noted. He decided he wasn’t either.

“I can’t help it! The two of you have been making enough noise to wake the dead! Anyway, doomcup, your cake is ready downstairs whenever you want it. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks so much, Mrs. Cake. I can’t say how much this means to me.”

And soon Pinkie and doomcup were at a table eating a very delicious small cake, with a single candle.

“I didn’t know how old you were, so I told Mrs. Cake to just put one in. Your first birthday here in Ponyville!”

“That’s fine.” doomcup said, dreamily taking another bite of the cake as he stared at her. Suddenly, there was a hard clicking sound as something slipped out of his vest pocket.

“Ooh! Lemme get that! You keep eating your cake!” Pinkie blerped as she dove for it. “Oooooh, it’s an eartag! Those have been getting really really popular now!”

“Uh, yeah,” the unicorn said, a bit embarassed. “I give them out as tokens to friends, and I-”

“Put it on me!”

The surprise was plain on his face. “Of course. What we had today was really special. If anybody should be wearing one, it’s you. Though… I feel like it’s not enough.”

“Aw, it’ll do for now, more than enough! Now put it on me! Put it on put it on putitonputitonputiton-”

Cl-click. With that, the eartag was on.

doomcup couldn’t help but feel a little pang of guilt. The only one who he’d gotten intimate with before the tag went on… maybe he could talk to whoever had gifted these to him, that mysterious mare from that dream, to see whether he could release her from it, so he could give her something even better.

Maybe like a golden diadem or something. Maybe a special golden earring.

Something more than a plastic tag. Something truly worthy.

Author's Note

I decided to skip ahead just a little since going in sequence was giving me problems. Not sure who I'll be doing next. Watch this space!