Author's Note

Author's Note: Highly sensual scene inbound. If you wanna skip to the next chapter, go ahead, you won't be missing anything too storyline-central.

Part 7 [Mature]

With the soft thud of her body on the covers, Pinkie Pie flops gently onto your bed. You follow suit, positioning yourself over her and letting your eyes, your breath, your lips meet with her own.

She has no hesitation towards your tender treatment, wrapping each of her limbs around you, as if she’s trying to give multiple hugs at once. Once you’d plucked up the courage, you push forward yet another step, testing your tongue into her mouth little by little.

A short, hot connection is made. You can feel her shudder with… was it bliss or anticipation? Either way, her sweet-tasting tongue gives a cautious lick in return, before keenly slathering yours in a clumsy, rhythm-less dance. Her heart can be felt beating frantically behind her ribs as her body is held close - so very close - to yours.

There’s no sound as you lie there, kissing her. No sound but the gentle breathing from her snout as her lips remains locked in yours, no sound but the occasional creak from the bed as you both try to rearrange, trying to find a way to become closer than you already are.

Your fore-hooves begin to caress the back of her head, taking in her downy mane. They gradually work their way down her, bit by bit, past her neck, her shoulders, her ribs… her flank. You sense the slight vibrations of a chuckle from her throat as she giggles naughtily, your wandering hooves cheekily tracing her soft, round hips.

You wonder how much further she’d allow you to go? You slowly test her yourself, your hooves massaging the inside of her thighs. The kiss breaks with a slightly surprised gasp on her part, before it changes to a calming sigh. However, her foreleg reaches out and stops you before you get too close to anywhere personal.

“Wait,” she breathes, “I’ve never… I’ve never gone this far before.”

Of course, you remember; she’s never had a special somepony like you before - never even thought of having somepony like you before - so this would be her first time.

“Are you okay?” you reassuringly whisper, “We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to. This is our first time… like this after all.”

“I don’t know,” she makes to attempt to hide her reddened cheeks, “It’s weird. I want this to be… well, really special. But I’m a little nervous.” Her uneasy chuckle betrays her tension.

“Pinkie Pie,” you tell her, “so long as you’re here, it’s a special moment to me.”

“Daaawww!” she metaphorically melts under your loving words. You continue to lavish her with kisses, because what you told her was true; there doesn’t need to be any sexual activity tonight, so long as you had the pleasure of lying by her side.

You loved every inch of her, after all. You love her mane that bounces with life as she walks and skips. You love her smooth, pink coat that covers her from head to hoof. Her blue eyes, always looking for happiness, and radiating it in kind. Her tail, twitching in excitement as she curls up with the one she loves. The steady rising and falling over her chest, and her racing heart that beats behind it. Her lips, that taste as sweet as her personality. Her tongue, that sensually dances with your own right now. Her hips, pushing subconsciously against yours…

She stifles another giggle amidst the passion, before breaking the kiss and giggles aloud.

“You’re… you’re poking me!” she laughs.

What? How am I p- oh.

You look down and turn red at the sight. You can feel the heat rising to your face when you notice your rather… enthusiastic member pleading for more of a show.

All you can do is apologise. “It’s been a while…” you explain. To your relief (or rather, soon-to-be-relief) her giggling fit as changed to a mischievous grin.

“You know, I think I could help with that.” she says, her fore-hoof stroking your face, sliding down your body and making its way further down still, “It’s not really going all the way, but I’m sure you‘ll enjoy it…”

Before you even think about saying a word, you feel a pang of pleasure as she grasps your member. From there, she slowly rubs it up and down, kneading it like gently, as if it were putty in her hooves. Very rapidly hardening putty.

You lower yourself onto her, focusing on each soothing stroke, letting your moans get the better of you. Pinkie would want to enjoy this kind of pleasure as well. With a wayward hoof reaching just short of her lower entrance, you give her a pleading, yet trustworthy glance, as if to say ‘May I?’.

She gives you a blushing smile and a wink. Go for it.

You gently run a hoof over her delicate area, all the while trying to keep yourself under control; her forelegs are still busy pleasuring you. For a moment, Pinkie’s eye turn distant as you massage her. Soon, she starts taking deep breaths from the wonderful sensation you’re giving her. Slowly, you feel her lower lips parting in preparation, inviting you to enter.

Despite what you said earlier, the temptation of entering her, combined with the rising pressure in your personal belonging… it’s all becoming too much to bear. Her rhythmic moaning of ecstasy, rising with each stroke, doesn’t help either. Finally, you shiver as you feel a warm, wet substance dripping out of her, little by little…

Suddenly, she gives a sharp gasp, You stop what you’re doing at that point. She stops too, and wipes a bead of sweat from her bright red face.

“I… I felt like I was about to burst.” she explains once she regains her breath, “But it felt good. It felt so good.”

“Do you want to feel far better?” you smirk.

When she agrees, you kiss her tenderly on the lips, before shuffling backwards slightly, until your head is nearly between her hind legs. With a moment of hesitation, you look upon her damp, quivering entrance before lowering your face closer to it, ready to-

“Wait, hold on a sec!” Pinkie stops you, “I have a better idea.”

You turn your head up towards her, wondering what she’s planning. She rolls over, until she’s the one on top of you. Then she turns over, so her head is level with your throbbing shaft, and your head just so happens to be level with her tender opening.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she says, her warm breath teasing your tip with each word, “But I think it’s gonna work out well.”

You say nothing. Instead, you calmly place your fore-hooves around her curvy flank, and slowly pull it down towards you. Pinkie’s breath quickens as she inspects your member with caution, trying to figure out how exactly to approach the matter. All of this is relatively new to her; she has every right to be cautious about it. Some pleasurable sensations should sooth her.

When her open slit gets just close enough, you bring your muzzle up to it and massage it with your lips, provoking an uncontainable, high-pitched moan from your pink partner. You push deeper, and you can feel her every muscle loosen in response to your performance.

From Pinkie’s side of… events, she plucks up the courage to press onwards, testing your shaft with a few slow licks. Soon, she wraps her mouth around it, her smooth tongue slipping and sliding around your tip. Your ecstasy heightens, sending dizzy chills through you. Your mounting pressure builds with each passing moment.

You groan, sending the vibrations from your throat forth and you continue to caress Pinkie’s blossoming sensitivity with your tongue, focusing on the nub that nestles above her dripping hole. Judging by her returning moan, you’d say she likes it. The more you tease, lick, massage her with your mouth, the more you feel her respond with a sexually-driven shiver.

You ignore the hot fluid that drips onto you as you bury yourself deeper into her. As if on cue, she takes it upon herself to envelop your member into her mouth, her tongue still working its magic alongside each blissful suck. The pleasure rushes over you, catching you unaware. You can’t take any more!

In a bid to give her such a wonderful sensation in return, you go all out with your tongue, ravishing her every inch.

“Mmmph… mmmph!”

Her muffled moans build in pitch and volume with each passing second, similar to the rising pressure in your tip as you feel her vibrations and moaning. All the more reason to coax a few more out of her before you’re overwhelmed by your climax.

“Mm’m… Mm’m gmmmph… Mm’m gmmmph brmph!”

In a flash of pure sexual gratification, you’re there at the brink of your orgasm. At the very last moment, you take a free hoof, and use it to pull your possession from Pinkie’s mouth as the threshold breaks. Finally, you release yourself, one indescribable spurt of relief after another.

Not only did you avoid getting her to swallow anything unpleasant, but you also returned her voice to her at the same time.

“I’m gonna burst! I’m gonna- aaahh!”

Those words only served to make you pleasure her more than ever. With a yell and a shiver of arousal, a final gush of her climax pours forth. By the time you’re done, all that’s left of her is the occasional twitching limb and the distant grin of her reaching satisfaction.

Being one of the few ponies in the world to strike Pinkie Pie speechless, she instead thanks you for the best feeling she’s ever had by cuddling up to you. With a smile, you’re more than happy to lie alongside her. You may not have gone all the way, but you had both passed far beyond the reach of ‘dear friends’ this night.