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Pinkie Pie

A certain pink party pony was just finishing up a final batch of late-night lemon-meringue cookies when she decided it was time to call it quits. She had been baking goodies all day for an upcoming birthday party she was hosting, and it had really worn her out -- and that was hard to do.

She had been given the task of designing the entire party by herself. Of course, she had given herself the task, but that was besides the point. As the premiere party planner in all of Ponyville, she was to take charge of any party plans, naturally.

It was just a hair past midnight when she realized she was done with the last of the baking. She had completed a tall order -- over 50 pounds of sweets, to be exact. It was time to be done for the night.

Pinkie Pie loaded up a decorative and brightly-colored basket with the last batch of sweets, covering the top with a pink-and-white-checkered napkin and setting amongst the massive pile of treats on the main counter.

"Whew... glad that's outta the way! Well, off to bed!" Humming cheerfully, Pinkie bounced up to her room, where she readied herself for bed and hopped in, pulling the covers up tight to her neck and snuggling into her pillow. As her eyes began to flutter shut, she began to count sheep to fall asleep. However, just before the lights went out, a thought crossed her mind that threw her eyelids wide open.

Why go to bed when she could totally play with herself?

Tossing the covers back, Pinkie lay spread-eagle on her bed, peering down at her waiting, needy nethers. But how would she please herself after a hard days work when she was so exhausted?

Reaching down between her hind legs and stroking her privates casually, Pinkie pondered with a hoof on her chin how she would go about getting herself off this very night. Maybe some toys? They worked well enough, and some didn't require too much effort.

She glanced over at the hidden shelf on the wall where she kept her weapons of mass pleasure. Nothing really seemed too enticing to her, despite her having over 40 different shapes and types of penises. Nothing in this monumental cock collection seemed to stand out this evening -- not even the Piston Dick 9000 she bought last year. It was used too often, anyways.

Perhaps she could indulge in a few of the lollipop dildoes she ended up crafting for when she wanted to eat the evidence after pleasing herself? After a few moments of consideration, as tempting as they were, she decided having long, hard things in her was a bit uninteresting right now.

No, tonight, maybe she wanted something less cliché. Maybe something super simple, like playing with herself with her hooves. Maybe... self-cunnilingus! That was exotic, but definitely not too complicated. But for that, she wouldn't just dive in -- she would work herself up to it. That seemed like much more fun to her.

So, she just kept rubbing herself. It felt good anyways, especially after a long, hard day like today. Sitting back and relaxing in bed while petting her pussy in all the right spots was a great way to end the night.

Pinkie focused on the sensations in her marehood, brought on as she applied generous amounts of pressure and rubbed in a tight, circular motion. The longer she did it, the wetter she got. She licked her lips in anticipation, wondering how she might taste. She'd never eaten herself out, but, there was always room for trying new things. Plus, it would probably feel amazing.

She stroked her slick opening up and down now, adding pressure as her hoof glided over her little pink button that seemed to buzz in protest. She couldn't help but sigh in pleasure every time. It didn't take long before she could feel the wetness beginning to soak her sheets, and that's when she knew it was time.

Propping her head up slightly on a pillow, Pinkie exercised some impressive flexibility skills, bringing her haunches back over her upper body, planting a hind leg on either side of her torso and forcing her dripping cunt into her own face. She took a big, heavy whiff and could easily tell why stallions knew when a mare was in season. Mares had a smell down there that rivalled even the sweetest of candies.

Gingerly lapping at her wet folds, she began running the tip of her tongue along her ultra-sensitive lips, gradually working up to her whole tongue. She moaned softly at the new sensations she was experiencing at her own behest.

She swirled her clit around with her tongue before moving on to gently suckling on it like a teat, giving it a little nibble here and there and making her hind legs wobble. She grew more and more antsy as she worked her way towards diving into her honey pot, hoping to see how she really tasted.

Finally done torturing herself, she gave the swollen pinkness of her opening a good cleaning before digging her muzzle between her folds, flickering her tongue around inside.

The taste was about how she expected -- sweet, with a hint of metallic flavor. Unable to resist, she thrust the entire length of her tongue out and pressed it against her soft, sensitive walls and lapped at them, giving muffled moans and gasps. She was barely able to hold herself to these new feelings, but she hadn't gotten off yet, so the show had to go on.

All around her face now was the wetness of her own fluids and saliva. She kept her eyes closed as she continued to orally assault her insides, relishing at the flavors and slithering her tongue all about. She focused on a couple areas, where she knew she would cum if she kept it up.

Getting more serious as she passed the exploration stage, she proceeded to press her tongue down across her nub as she licked from it down to her plothole. She did this slowly at first, the began doing it ravenously, like a hungry animal. It just felt so good, she wanted it more and more.

Sweat and fluids soon leaked down onto her bed, pooling around her. Right now, it didn't matter. She was enjoying herself far too much to care about a little mess.

With her tongue snaking in and out of her honey pot as fast as she could manage, she dove deep inside, over and over, moaning louder, despite being muffled by her own muff. Her back and oral organ began to ache, but she still hadn't climaxed. there was no way she was stopping until then.

Pinkie grabbed hold of her rear from behind with her forehooves and shoved it closer, nearly suffocating herself as she ate her pie out even more vigorously. The tastes, the sensations... she was being driven to madness. Why hadn't she thought of doing this long ago?

The tell-tale burning and tightness of an approaching climax was her signal to give it all she had. She braced her hind legs ever further and lapped as hard as she could at the top of her love tunnel, hitting her g-spot like a champ.

Using her forehooves to spread her cheeks and passage wide open, she marveled at how quickly the pressure in her loins built up until her vision went white and she cried out.

The merciless orgasm took her by storm, with her tongue still deep inside her hole, she got a mouthful of a new taste -- her own marecum flooding her mouth and face as her body shuddered violently in waves. Even as all this went on, she kept licking and sucking at her girl parts, prolonging the euphoria that gripped her mind and body.

After a few seconds of this intense pleasure that drove her to squealing, it subsided and she fell limp onto the bed, the sheets underneath her soaked even more. She still didn't care, as now she was in heaven. That was every bit as good as she had hoped it would be.

There was no toy that could give her what she had just experienced, and she knew right then and there that she had just found a reason to get off every night. She had a smile plastered to her face, and that was all that mattered.

Lying flat on her back in her own mess of fluids, unable to feel her legs and panting in pure exhaustion with her tongue hanging out, she closed her eyes and let sleep take her soon after.