PoFWB: Evolution

Pinkie smiled as she made her way to the front door of the house, delivery in hand. Her heart beat like a drum in her chest and her hands gripped the cupcakes so tight it was a wonder how the plastic hadn't folded in on itself and crushed them yet. Of course, there was also the fact that she was holding three boxes at one time and her thumbs couldn't quite reach the top, but still.

She could hear music and voices coming from inside the house. For a moment she briefly wondered why someone would order three dozen cupcakes, but then she reminded herself that it was for a party. A party that she was invited to! She gripped the sides of the plastic container a little tighter, and bounced up and down on her heels to keep herself from outright jumping in place,

This was the first time she'd ever been invited to a party! Usually it was her throwing the bash, or shindig, or get together, or bar mitzvah, or whatever. But for her to be invited over by someone, now that was a first. She couldn't help but wonder what was waiting for her on the other side.

Was it some colt's birthday? A Welcome to Ponyville party? A family reunion, maybe? So many thoughts ran through the party mare's head as she swayed in place and bounced on her heels some more, growing impatient with all the excitement running through her. She wanted to burst right in and yell, "Surprise!", but she thought better of it. What if it wasn't that kind of party? What if she shocks everyone instead of surprising them? Or worse, what if it's just a small little get together and her naturally overexcited nature ruins the mood?

She thought back to that time at the gala when all her good-natured attempts at partying were met with weird looks or sideways glances. This caused her mood to sour some, and she stared down at her feet.

She lifted her arm to check her watch for the time, and saw that it she was mere minutes away from being late to the party she was invited to.

"Oh no, I better let them know i'm here!"

With that said, she quickly knocked on their door three times in quick succession, ringing the doorbell for good measure.

"Ah, that must be her now." She heard a voice say as all other voices in the room slowly lowered, blanketing the room in silence as she waited for whoever was on the other side to open the door.

When the door finally opened, Pinkie's eyes lit up with up glee as she spotted...

"Soarin?" Her expression quickly went from cheerful to confused as she said, "What are you doing here?"

The stallion in question simply chuckled. "Nice to see you, too, Pinkie. And to answer your question, It's the Wonderbolt's day off. Dash didn't tell you?"

"No, she didn't. And I didn't think to ask her either..." Pinkie crossed her arms and raised one finger to her chin in thought. "Hmm..." She shrugged. "Oh, well, guess what's done is done."

Soarin simply nodded. "I guess so."

After a little awkward tension, Pinkie said, "So...You're the one who ordered the cupcakes?"

Soarin smiled. "That I am."

Pinkie smiled back, shifting on the spot to adjust her stance in case she tripped. "In that case..." She lifted the box of cupcakes in front of her. "Cupcake?"

"You know it!" Soarin exclaimed, the pep returning to his voice. "Come on in, the party's just gettin' started!"

Soarin was right. The party was just getting started. She'd been there for two hours and she hadn't grown bored at all. Even if it was just Soarin and a few of his friends, they certainly knew how to party!

They had drinks, talked for hours, played a few rounds of poker, courtesy of Pinkie's all-consuming hair, they danced and sang, and laughed and just had a good old fashioned fun time.

But, a few hours before the night was over, while Soarin and his buddies, along with Pinkie, of course, were sitting down on the couch and resting after the party, Pinkie began to feel strange. It wasn't a...bad strange. More like an odd feeling. Yeah, that's how she would describe it.

She couldn't quite put her finger on why, but for hours now, every time she laughed, smiled, or felt cheerful or happy, she would get a tingling feeling in her nether region that would cause her to suddenly jerk this way or that, or to rub her thighs together. At first, she thought it was her Pinkie sense trying to warn her of something, until she realized that she's never felt anything like this during her Pinkie sense before. That being said, it wasn't entirely foreign to her. She recognized the feeling of being horny from her time under Twilight's spell.

But this felt...different, somehow. More intense, more wild, and yet, more focused, and directed. As if it was coaxing her to relieve herself of her urges right there in front of Soarin and all his friends.

Of course, she knew she couldn't do that. She was already getting weird glances from some of Soarin's friends for her odd behavior. And none were more obvious than Thunderlane, sitting in between Braeburn and Soarin himself, with Trouble Shoes off to the side, nursing a drink as he leaned on the bar counter.

The reason this particular stallion's gaze stood out so much as opposed to the other two stallions in the room, was that his eyes held a little something more than suspicion when he looked at her. If Pinkie looked closely, she could swear she saw a hint of lust in his eyes.

She couldn't blame him, though. Her recent actions were not the most modest, if she were to say so herself. Nor were they the most inconspicuous. Little twitches of her body as she talked or her tail as she walked no doubt gave the three stallions quite a show, and the constant rubbing of her thighs in an attempt to quell her urges had to have brought attention to her wide hips, curvy figure and nice legs. Combine that with her soft, smooth skin, glistening with sweat from how hard they had just partied, her very well endowed assets, and her naturally inviting and cuddly frame, and she was a walking aphrodisiac. Pinkie very rarely praised herself, as she believed she should save the compliments for making others happy, but this time, she had to say she thought she looked quite attractive, and to be honest, she hoped they thought so, too.

This wasn't to say she was exempt from the staring herself. There were several times when she caught herself looking the three stallions up and down- as well as in other, more private directions- and she had to stop herself before they caught her.

The problem was, as they continued talking and drinking and laughing and having an all around good time, the feeling in Pinkie's nethers grew and grew, to the point where it was almost unbearable. The only reason they hadn't caught on to her was thanks to her many years of being stone faced as a child. She'd developed a really good poker face. Almost good enough to rival her sister Maud's.

And that wasn't the end to her torture. The fact of knowing that the stallions before her were all sporting tents in their respective pants was driving her crazy with desire. If one more thing happened tonight, she was sure she'd lose it.

But, deep down inside, a part of her wanted it to happen. She could just imagine how much fun they would all have if they all fucked right then and there, on the carpet of Thunderlane's home.

She whispered under her breath, which had begun to get hot as she started to pant, "That would be so much fun..."

Unfortunately, Soarin overheard her. "What was that, Pinkie? You say something?"

Pinkie was knocked out of her trance by Soarin's words, and she was finally able to remember what was happening. She had missed an entire thirty minutes of conversation, but considering none of them were trying to remind her of it, it must not have been about her, which was a good thing right about now. " Huh? What? Oh, nothing, nothing!"

She looked deep into Soarin's eyes, but unfortunately, he didn't seem convinced. "You know Pinkie. You've been acting weird all night. Are you sure there's nothing going on with you? You can tell us, you know?"

"A-are you sure?" Pinkie asked. She had never been this nervous. She felt like Fluttershy right now.

"Of course I am. Any friend of Dash is a friend of ours, right boys?" He looked over to the other three, who nodded their heads resolutely.

Suddenly, all the apprehension she felt about asking the question flew out the window, along with her inhibitions. "Alright, then. Well...can we have sex? As in...all of us?"

The silence in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Jaws had long since hit the floor as the four of them considered her question. Soarin was the one to recover first.

"Pinkie, I...you...what?"

"I said-" Pinkie tried to ask again, but was cut off.

"No, no. I know what you said. It's just that...well, are you sure you want to?" Soarin asked, giving her a questioning look.

"Yes, I am." Pinkie said, standing and putting her hands on her hips, a wide smile spreading across her face. "Come get me."

Soarin wasted no time in standing with her after hearing her answer. Thunderlane and Braeburn did as well with Trouble Shoes making his way over soon after. "Well, boys, looks like we're gettin' lucky tonight!"

And with that, their night of debauchery began.

"Mmm..." Pinkie moaned as she sucked Thunderlane's cock, savoring the taste. While she was busy with him, her hands were busy tending to Soarin and Trouble Shoes. Braeburn was the only one left out. But that would soon change. They had all formed a square, with Pinkie in the middle, bent down in front of them, her face level with all their waiting cocks. She switched between each one without slowing her pace, showing off surprising skill with multiple partners at once, no doubt due to her experience handling customers, as well as her thorough knowledge of pony's likes and dislikes. For her, this was just a party, albeit a different kind of party than what she was used to. All she had to do was find out what they liked, and she could make them smile, just like always.

And if the heavy panting coming from above her was any indication, they certainly liked this. She decided to switch things up a bit, no longer sucking on their cocks, and instead licking and kissing their tips before moving down to the base of their cocks, where she would suck there.

She sped up her jerking motions, earning her a collective gasp from the four stallions as she serviced them to the best of her ability. Being so close to their bodies, she could feel the collective shudder that ran through them as if it were her own body being pleasured.

So far, the strange tingling feeling had subsided, only to be replaced with a feeling of pure desire sitting deep in her core, just waiting to come out. It was hollow, intense, and heavy, and the fact that it stayed there meant that she was forever reminded of her strong desire for sex. Her need to breed.

In a sudden surge of that desire, she stopped jerking the others off, and focused exclusively on Thunderlane for a moment, moaning and gasping and panting like a dog in heat as she went to work on his cock, deep-throating him with surprising ease. She began to make swallow motions with her mouth, squeezing him even more as he buried his lengthy cock in her throat.

Each time she swallowed, she felt his cock throb, no doubt nearing it's climax already. She pulled away and started simply bobbing her head up and down like before, returning her hands to their respective places on the other's cocks.

She did much the same with Soarin and Trouble Shoes, though she had some trouble with his rather thick member, That is to say, at first. Her experience eating so many sweets had trained her mouth to take in things much thicker, so after some adjustments, there was no trouble. Though she had to say she enjoyed Trouble Shoes the most. He didn't say much, but his body was warm and inviting, and his cock filled her mouth well. She could only imagine what it would be like if they fucked. But she wasn't doing this for her. She was doing this for them, to make them smile. Her pleasure was only a side effect in this case. And she didn't mind at all.

In fact, the thought of bringing smiles to these stallions faces was what drove her throughout the entire ordeal. She dealt with the pressure in her core by thinking of their smiles, she made her self happy, by thinking of their smiles, she controlled her urges, by thinking of their smiles. The only problem was, that thinking of their smiles made her even more horny.

And so she continued to become even more cock hungry. until she finally couldn't take it anymore, and stood up.

"P...Please...fuck me..." Pinkie asked, her voice full of need and her eyes full of lust despite her giving them the most genuine smile she could muster.

"Y-you got it, Pinkie....hah...hah..." Soarin said, giving a thumbs up, even as he panted heavily and blushed ruby red.

"But...how are we gonna do this?" Thunderlane asked, looking around at his companions.

"I think i've got an idea." came Trouble Shoes' deep voice. Everyone turned to him and watched as he lay down on the couch and pats his lap

"Come 'ere, Pinkie. I'll give ya what you need."

Pinkie did as she was told, nodding in understanding as she climbed on top of Trouble Shoes and turned around, laying on top of him and spreading her marehood wide.

The other three seemed to understand what was going on, and quickly joined in, Thunderlane lining his cock up with her dripping marehood, and Braeburn looking to take her mouth.

"I'm gonna get my due." He said as he began to buck his hips, pumping in and out of her mouth as she continued to suck his cock. He let out something akin to a whinny of joy as she used her hands to squeeze his balls gently and began bobbing her head up and down again, her tongue working his shaft and his tip.

Thunderlane on the other hand, wanted to be a little more gentle with the party mare, pushing in slowly as he watched the farm pony give it his all. He didn't take too long picking up his pace though, and soon, he was ravaging her just as much as Braeburn was, causing her to shut her eyes tight and moan in uncontrollable pleasure. She was so close to cumming she could feel herself tipping over the edge, both of her climax, and her consciousness. But she managed to drag herself back long enough to take a few forced breaths of air. Air that stimulated Braeburn's cock with its warmth and caused him to push deeper, finally reaching her throat.

Trouble Shoes, for his part, simply lined his cock up with her ass and pushed inside, the three stallions now stuffing her full of their long, thick members. The only one left out this time was Soarin, who was forced to settle for an- admittedly well executed- handjob from the pink mare. He bucked his hips involuntarily and found himself not minding his position, as he could feel her body heat given the closeness, and her palm was so hot she might as well have been sitting in the sun all day. It felt so good.

And with that, the four stallions had their places.

As for Pinkie however, she was in heaven. No, literally. She felt as though she had died and gone to heaven. Braeburn, while not as thick as Trouble Shoes had the combined quality of his thickness and Thunderlane's length, making him quite a mouthful in his own right. And with the way he was fucking her throat, she was sure she would lose consciousness soon enough.

Especially with Thunderlane ramming his cock in and out of her with the force of a freight train. His thrusts were fast and forceful, and his cock was so deep inside her she was afraid she might get pregnant. The good news was he was hitting her sweet spot, so she was this close to cumming. And it would feel so good when she finally did. The sound of lewd moaning and flesh against flesh fillled her with joy, and she found herself wanting to smile. She fought the urge and continued sucking Braeburn's cock as best she could.

But the final nail in the coffin came when Trouble Shoes entered her rump. She practically lost all sense of self. He was so thick that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fit all of him inside, and something about that fact excited her to no end.

She was so close cumming she was now losing consciousness. Why was she fighting the pleasure she wanted so badly to feel? Why couldn't she let herself feel good, instead of holding herself back for others? She didn't want to cost herself pleasure, but she wanted to make both herself and other ponies happy.

And just as she was about to close her eyes and enter the world of dreams for the night, she understood. It wasn't about one person's pleasure over another. It wasn't about making another pony happy. It was about being happy, together, in this moment, with each other. Their happiness was her happiness, her happiness was their happiness. And as they joined their bodies together in their passion and lust, they found the joy of sex. They were no longer separate. They were one.

Just before her eyes could close, she found her second wind and picked up her pace. No longer was she afraid of her own pleasure. she embraced it as a part of her that she could not, and would not, do without. She loved sex, and that was that. And she silently vowed to spend her life making sure others knew the joys of sex as well.

She bucked her hips and soon matched Thunderlane's rhythm, not even bothering to hold back as she squirted marecum all over his chest, covering the poor stallion in her juices and her scent. Still, she didn't stop. She swayed her hips as best she could in her position, tending to Trouble Shoes' cock as well. She closed her mouth around Braeburn's cock and proceeded to suck him dry, bobbing her head up and down and using her free hand to jerk him off as well.

Her other hand went to work on Soarin's cock, jerking like mad as she sped up her motions. Soarin could no longer hold back under the onslaught of Pinkie's soft, warm, relentless hand, and was the first to cum, covering the area from her left breast to her hip in cum.

The other two also buckled under the pressure, with Trouble Shoes succumbing to the intense tightness and warmth of Pinkie's rear, and Thunderlane having long since lost his mind to the pleasure, cumming shot after shot after lustful shot into Pinkie's dripping marehood.

The space on the couch below them was covered in cum as well, and Thunderlane didn't have the presence of mind to realize she had gotten some one his chest.

She felt trouble shoes empty himself inside her, and she moaned aloud, not caring how she sounded. This was just in time for Braeburn to let loose his load, cumming deep down her throat as her mouth was open. She swallowed the rest gratefully, not letting a single drop spill.

When the group finally finished, it was well past midnight, and the sun was starting to peak over the horizon.

As the dawn time sun shined its pale light down onto Ponyville, it's light cast down into Thunderlane's home, revealing five naked bodies, all intertwined as one, asleep on a couch not even big enough to accommodate them all.

And for a single moment, it's light landed on a pink mare. Her hair was down, her eyes were closed, and her body was limp and matted with sweat. And on her hips, her cutie mark of three balloons, each unique and bright in their own right, had all become uniform in their color. They were now all purple.