Afterparty With Pinkie

“Thanks for sticking around, Pinkie,” said Twilight Sparkle, magically plucking streamers from the high walls of Friendship Castle’s map room.

“No problemo!” said Pinkie. “Pinkie Pie provides a full-service party experience, from planning to cleanup. Everything you need to make your evening perfect!”

“Well, it’s not necessary,” said Twilight, “But it’s nice of you to stick around. This castle feels kind of empty when it’s just me and Spike.” With her magic, she wound the streamers back into tight little rolls and lined them up at the table’s edge. They were almost like new, and the sight of them pleased Twilight’s orderly mind. She stared at them for a while, silent - and Pinkie, as she often did, opened her mouth to fill the silence. But before she could speak, Twilight found her voice again.

“Pinkie, am I pretty?”

It wasn’t the sort of question Pinkie expected to hear from Twilight Sparkle. Twilight seemed to realize how unnatural it sounded coming from her own mouth, and she amended the question. “Am I attractive? Am I a… good-looking mare?”

“Sure you are!” said Pinkie.

“I never paid much attention to my appearance. I mean, I… take showers…” said Twilight, laughing at herself. “But I don’t wear makeup and I always just let my hair sort of… do what it wants to. I know I’m not…” She sighed. “I’m not pretty like Fluttershy is.”

“Twilight, look at me,” said Pinkie. Twilight didn’t turn around at first - she just kept rearranging the rolled-up streamers on the map table - but Pinkie’s silence made her stop and look over her shoulder.

“You’re beautiful, Twilight,” said PInkie. When Twilight turned away again, she insisted: “I mean it! I guess I don’t go around telling ponies they’re beautiful, but that’s really how I feel!” She trotted closer to Twilight. “And when you came to town, you made everybody’s lives brighter! You’re not just a princess, Twilight, you’re special and beautiful and… there’s just no reason for you to feel bad about yourself, Twilight!”

“That’s nice of you to say, Pinkie,” said Twilight. Still turned away from Pinkie, she levitated a cup to her side, then brought over two bottles and poured herself a vodka cranberry. “You want a drink?” she asked, then started pouring a second cup before Pinkie responded.

“For a while,” said Twilight, “I said to myself that… as long as Fluttershy and I are both alone, we could be losers together.” She took a sip from her drink, and levitated the other cup in Pinkie’s direction. “Uh, I don’t really think Fluttershy’s a loser. But I’ve never been with anyone either, and when Fluttershy and I had that in common, it made me feel less like… like there was something wrong with me.”

Pinkie took the drink Twilight offered, tucking it into a curl of her mane - which somehow held the cup securely, dangling it at mouth level. “Twilight, there’s nothing wrong with you,” she said. “You care about learning, and magic, and friendship, and making Celestia proud, and protecting Equestria… all this time, you kept yourself so busy, doing so many things for so many ponies! And if that meant you didn’t have time to find a special somepony, that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you!”

Pinkie leaned her head back, downing about half her drink in one gulp. “In fact, I bet there were plenty of ponies who saw you doing so much good, that… even though they liked you, they thought maybe you were too busy for a relationship.”

“So I blew my chances at love by being unapproachable?” said Twilight. “That sounds about right.” She finally turned to face Pinkie, and her wry smile suggested that Pinkie’s words had brought her a little comfort.

“No, that’s not what I mean!” said Pinkie. “I just mean that you were putting your mind to other things before now! If you put your mind to finding a special somepony, then you’ll do great, just like you always do!”

“Maybe you’re right,” said Twilight. “Romance seems dauntingly complex from the outside, but I’m good at tackling big problems step by step.” She began to pace, levitating her drink beside her as she trotted in a circle. “I’ll plot out the first steps before bed tonight, I’ll schedule some research and some practice in the field… I’ll take notes, I’ll keep logs, I’ll iterate…” She gulped the rest of her drink and tossed her disposable cup into the nearby trash can. “Whoo! Thanks, Pinkie. I feel better about this already!”

“Well, that’s good,” said Pinkie, stifling a chuckle. “Making schedules and taking notes wasn’t exactly what I was trying to suggest, but… if that’s what makes you comfy, then I say go for it!”

There was a crack of thunder, and both ponies stared upward, listening as the patter of raindrops gradually grew louder. “Golly!” said Pinkie, “I thought I was being pretty smart, but then there was an ominous thunderclap! What do you think that means, Twilight?”

“I think it means it’s raining,” said Twilight. “I don’t want my party planner walking home in the rain - come on, let’s toss out the garbage and I’ll get you into a guest room, okay?”

“Okey-Dokey-Lokey!’ chirped Pinkie.

“Here you go!” said Twilight, magically fluffing up the pillows on the guest room’s single bed. “You’ve stayed here before, right? You know where the bathroom is…” She trotted to the door - then paused and turned to look at Pinkie. “Pinkie,” she said, “How do you do it?’

Pinkie raised an eyebrow. “...Are we still talking about the bathroom?”

“No, I mean.. Flirting. Romance. I’ve seen you do it, and it seems like it just comes naturally to you. You’re interested in ponies, you’re cheerful and encouraging... I don’t know if I can match that kind of energy.”

Pinkie laughed. “Well, you don’t have to do it my way, silly!” she said. “Ponies who like you will be attracted to your brains, and your magic, and the way you inspire your friends, even when you’re afraid… so you need a way to put those qualities forward!” She hopped onto the bed and patted the covers beside her with her forehoof. “Come on, we can practice!”

“No harm in that, I guess,” sighed Twilight. She joined Pinkie on the guest bed, and the two of them bounced as one mare’s weight joined another on the mattress. “So what do I do?”

“Well, I guess it depends what you’re looking for,” said Pinkie. “If you want something serious, or something fun, that’ll change how you approach!”

“I think I get you,” said Twilight. “So when I see someone I like, I should go right up to them and say ‘I’m Twilight Sparkle, and I’m sick of being a virgin. I wanna get laid as soon as possible so I can stop feeling like a loser. What’s your name?’”

“Twilight, is that really how you feel?” asked Pinkie. “You don’t have to be in a hurry to get laid, Twilight. Sex is great, but it’s not as big a deal as some ponies make it sound.”

“Well, if it’s not such a big deal,” said Twilight, “All the more reason to get it over with! I used to imagine my first time being special, but at this point I’d like to just have it behind me so that the idea doesn’t seem so scary. You know?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” said Pinkie Pie. “I was super nervous before my first time, and looking back on it, it just seems silly! I could help you find a one night stand, if that’s really what you want. Just think it over, and-”

“Oh, I’ve been thinking it over,” sighed Twilight. “I’ve been thinking over how nice it would be if I didn’t have to embarrass myself with my inexperience… go through a gauntlet of rejection… make myself vulnerable… if someone would just...” She went silent, staring down at herself.

Twilight suddenly felt herself falling backwards onto the bed. It took her a moment to realize that she’d been pushed; one minute she was sitting upright on the bed, the next she was flat on her back, with Pinkie’s hooves pinning her shoulders and Pinkie’s face looming just inches above hers. “Just what?” asked Pinkie. “Push you onto the bed and do you? Like this?”

“Uh… yeah, kinda, I guess…” laughed Twilight nervously. She blushed and turned her head aside - but the little smile on her face encouraged Pinkie to keep pressing forward.

“You don’t really want someone to just ‘do you,’” said Pinkie, bringing her face a little closer to Twilight’s. “You want someone to show you a good time. It’s just like planning a party, Twilight! You want something quick and fun… but with the right touches, something quick and fun can be really, really special.”

“The right touches?” said Twilight. Her laughter had gone from being nervous to nearly manic… but it seemed to Pinkie that Twilight didn’t mind being beneath her. “Like… streamers and confetti?”

“Those are great for parties,” said Pinkie, “But in the bedroom, it’s a little more like… this.” She put her mouth next to Twilight’s ear - not difficult, since Twilight had helpfully turned her head to the side - and breathed a slow, hot breath into her inner ear. Twilight shuddered, moaning softly - and then let out a tiny gasp when Pinkie began to nibble at her ear, softly stimulating the tender flesh.

“Hhhah,” breathed Twilight, “Are we still practicing? Is this… practice?”

“Sure!” said Pinkie. “Your first time will be way easier if you practice for it!”

“Yeah,” said Twilight. “That makes sense.”

“Of course, it is pretty late and I just sprung this idea on you,” said Pinkie, “So if you get tired, just let me know, and we can stop! But if you want, I can take you through the whole experience step… by… step.”

Pinkie brought her mouth down to Twilight’s collarbone and kissed her way up her neck. “Every little step,” whispered Pinkie. “We’ll see how you feel… what you like…” She stroked a forehoof through the fluff of Twilight’s chest, making the princess whimper. “We’ll see what your body reacts to…” Her kisses made their way to Twilight’s chin, and she brought herself face-to-face with her friend again, their lips nearly touching.

“So how’s it going so far?” asked Pinkie. “Is your body reacting?”

“Yes,” gasped Twilight. “I’m definitely… reacting.”

“Great,” Pinkie whispered. “How about this?”

Pinkie planted a kiss on Twilight’s lips, and Twilight melted into the covers, falling almost limp as she surrendered to the kiss. Pinkie went deeper, pushing her tongue past Twilight’s lips, tasting her.

Pinkie hadn’t planned on taking things this far; when she pushed Twilight onto the bed, she told herself she was just playing around. She’d said the same thing to herself when she’d nibbled on Twilight’s ear, and when she’d felt the softness of Twilight’s lips against her own - but with every touch, she made Twilight Sparkle gasp or shudder or whimper with delight… and it only seemed natural to go further. Twilight had said she wanted to get laid… and then she’d practically said she wanted someone to push her onto the bed and just do her.

Well, that was what she seemed like she was going to say… and Pinkie Pie always trusted her intuition. Right now, her intuition was telling her to do something a little scary, but she trusted it, even now.

Still exploring Twilight’s mouth, Pinkie blindly sent her forehoof down the soft curves of Twilight’s belly. She drew circles on Twilight’s thigh, each circle a little closer to her marehood. Twilight moaned, her limbs quivering as the gentle touch of Pinkie’s hoof drew agonizingly close to the intersection of her thighs.

Pinkie lifted her head, putting a hair’s breadth between Twilight’s lips and her own. “Are you having fun?” she whispered.

“Hahh… fun is… not the word I’d use,” gasped Twilight.

“Are you excited?” asked Pinkie, bringing her hoof just a little bit closer to Twilight’s marehood.

“That’s… more how I’d put it.”

“Do you want me to touch your pussy, Twilight?” Pinkie’s whispered words were the quietest thing Twilight had ever heard her say - but they were loud and clear to the princess’ ears.

“Yes,” groaned Twilight, “Yes, Pinkie…”

“Okey-Dokey… Lokey,” whispered Pinkie, sliding her hoof over Twilight’s slick lips. “Ooh, you’re wet, Twilight! Do you know how wet you are? You’re one horny pony, that’s for sure…”

Twilight bit her lip, holding her eyes tightly shut as her body reacted - for the first time - to being touched in this way by another pony. “Pinkie,” she groaned, “Don’t tease me…”

“I’m not teasing you, silly!” said Pinkie. She lifted her head away from Twilight, sitting back on the bed as her hoof stroked Twilight’s slit. “I’m talking dirty! But if that sounded too much like teasing then…” Pinkie paused thoughtfully, and her hoof wandered up Twilight’s pussy until it touched her little pink clit. Twilight whimpered, her limbs rumpling the bedsheets as she writhed.

Pinkie seemed to arrive at a decision. “How about I tell you how beautiful you look right now, Twilight? With your face all blushy and your body all sprawled out on the bed? What if I said you’re the most beautiful pony I know, and how making you smile was always super-extra-special to me, and making you cum would be a dream come true?”

“Ahhh…” gasped Twilight, “Pinkie…”

“Ooh, I think maybe that hit the spot!” said Pinkie. “Or maybe it was the way my hoof is literally hitting your spot…” She slowed her hoof slightly. “Twilight,” she said, “If you’ll let me get a teensy bit more intimate, I can make this really special…”

“Yes,” groaned Twilight, “Yes, anything, I just need to cum…”

“Great!” said Pinkie. “Pinkie’s gonna give you everything you need.” She slid down off the bed and buried her face in Twilight’s thighs, letting her mouth take the place of her hoof. She sighed happily as the taste of Twilight’s marehood hit her tongue, and she plunged deep, lapping the wetness from Twilight’s folds.

“Pinkie…” moaned Twilight, “I’m close, Pinkie…”

Pinkie smiled - although no one could have seen it, with her lips so close to Twilight’s pussy. She wasn’t too far from climax herself; the enchanting musk of Twilight Sparkle’s marehood was filling her nostrils, and Pinkie’s pussy had been growing gradually wetter ever since she’d pushed Twilight onto the bed. She put one hoof against her pussy, touching herself with the same frantic energy she was imparting to Twilight’s cunt.

Twilight’s legs twitched and her whole body shook as she drew closer to climax. Pinkie focused her tongue squarely on her friend’s clit, lapping it at a pace that few ponies could match, and she felt Twilight’s quivering thighs shake faster and more violently. With a stifled grunt and a wordless cry, Twilight Sparkle came, her pussy pouring its fluid over Pinkie’s open mouth and nimble tongue. “Pinkie,” shrieked Twilight, “I’m… ah, ah, Pinkie-!”

Hearing Twilight scream her name was all Pinkie needed - and it didn’t hurt that she had a faceful of Twilight’s musk. Her hoof strummed across her clit one last time, and she came as well, collapsing into Twilight’s crotch as her limbs and her tail twitched uncontrollably. Through Twilight’s skin, Pinkie felt her friend’s pussy tensing and releasing again and again, until both of them lay limp and panting.

Pinkie crawled back onto the bed and wrapped her front legs around Twilight, spooning the other mare. “It was good, right?” she asked.

“‘S good,” mumbled Twilight, and seconds later she was softly snoring. It took Pinkie a little longer to fall asleep, but it was a pleasant way to drift off: warm and cozy, feeling Twilight’s chest rise and fall with gentle breaths.