After countless months of exhaustive testing and research in the labs, you finally find yourself alone with your thoughts. The sciences were filled with intrigue at your unexplained arrival; you consider it unexplained because you yourself couldn't explain what happened; the ponies consider it unexplained because you materialized out of thin air into their world. You were befuddling to an entire population: your arrival, your anatomy, your nature... it fascinated everybody... something so inexplicable and enigmatic magically finds itself in Equestria—it's sure to puzzle and intrigue everybody for years to come, right?
Not the case.
You're alone; nobody even blinks an eye at you in the streets. One day you're surrounded by a team of scientists that attempt to understand the complexity of your body, the circumstances surrounding your arrival, and the next you're on Sugarcube Corner people-watching... pony-watching? You're not completely sure if that's something you'll ever get used to. Anyways, you're watching passersby trot along the walkway and you begin to feel a strange sense of sameness—sameness not because you see some semblance of likeness between humans and ponies, but because of the stunning lack of reaction. You were once the main attraction and spectacle of Equestria... now, you're seen as no more special than anypony else. You've successfully become accustomed and acclimatized to the wonderment that this world has to offer; the culture shock has worn off and you've begun to integrate with the rest of the world. The intrigue might have worn off from the Equestrian sciences and general society, but there was always an outlier that remained enamored about who and what you were—specifically the radiant party pony named Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie Pie always made an effort to befriend everypony she met and she wasn't about to let the potential barrier of species stand in the way of that longstanding personal commitment. Unfortunately, you never had the time to pay her proper heed because of how overwhelmed you were with the seemingly endless research done on you and the unrelenting bureaucratic nightmare surrounding how to "properly deal with you" from the words of Princess Celestia. Now, after that whole fiasco, you can finally respond to the friendly advances that Pinkie Pie might make towards you... that is, if she was still interested in you.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" You hear an all too familiar and perfectly timed voice that disrupts your gaze that was drifting towards an empty street corner.
"Ah, Pinkie Pie. Nothing. Just letting my mind wander, I suppose," you turn to face her and make proper eye contact for what feels like the first time. Her striking azure eyes pierce you and you feel your heart lurch. All these times you've spotted her making feeble attempts to befriend you—but you could never reply wholeheartedly because of the logistics surrounding your situation; wrapped in a frenzy of testing, always unable to give her the time that she deserves—what's more is that Pinkie Pie managed to remain intrigued this long in your species... it's only appropriate that you spend time with your one lasting admirer.
"And what have you been thinking about?" she replies, unaware to the flustered expression you had in response to the momentary eye contact you made with her. Well, what could you respond with? Responding truthfully would embarrass you—these times, when you felt alone in this new world, there was always an onlooker that stuck with you from the beginning, promising herself to make an effort to befriend you. And here she was, supplanting desires within you that you never knew you would have.
Perhaps you've integrated within this pony populated society all too well. You can't remember the last time you've seen an attractive women, yet somehow you can recall the first time you saw an attractive pony (by your ever-changing standards). Did the testing in the lab do something to you? Did they inject you with something that would make memories of your first world fade while reinforcing a mindset that aligned with theirs? When did you start looking at ponies as objects of desire? There were too many unanswerable questions... all you knew is that you wanted to breed with a pony.
"Well, Pinkie Pie, you, of course," you say after scanning her up and down, assessing just how much allure Pinkie Pie had. She had always made direct confrontations with you in her attempts to befriend you, so you never had a chance to get a sidelong glance, admiring just how shapely her rump is; you scolded yourself for not noticing before. A posterior seemingly so plump that your finger could sink knuckle deep before not being able to go any further. All this assessed from the side, yet there was so much more to see from the behind.
"You've thought about me, have you now?" Pinkie Pie says with a sultry look in her eyes. Those azure eyes once again... instead of piercing, however, they seemed to plead to you. Pinkie Pie was accepting of the longing looks you gave towards her backside; in fact, she encouraged it. She struck you out of your hypnosis with an even more mesmerizing wave of her pony tail: from side-to-side, Pinkie Pie managed to put you in a trance; your mind's deepest recesses, once untapped, sprung awake—you wanted to peer behind that waving tail; you wanted to see the bare marehood before your very eyes. As if reading your mind, Pinkie Pie nudges her head towards the entrance of Sugarcube Corner and says "You can take a look upstairs." Pinkie Pie took the lead and with a single swoosh of her tail let you catch a fleeting glimpse of her dripping marehood.
Your eyes, your face, everything was inexplicably drawn to that behind. Since Pinkie Pie took the lead, you got first-class tickets to admiring the culmination of what sweets and sugar can do to a mare. Ironically enough, her flanks were uncannily reminiscent of sweets: you wanted to lick and savor every morsel that lay before you. The mare, clearly aware of how enamored you were with her ass, made sure to accentuate every step that she took, the fold between her flank and thigh emphasized more than it already was. You sped up with her, wanting to miss nothing and capturing everything at the best possible angle. Every passing second created new desires that you didn't have before; you wanted to place a hand on each cutie mark and massage inwards, watching the plump rump somehow grow even more desirable than it already is. Pinkie Pie breaks your erotic train of thought, stopping abruptly and letting your pent-up erection collide with her rotund ass—an ass so plush that your erection leaves an impression before pulling away; you barely manage to stifle a grown as Pinkie Pie giggles. "I'm glad that we finally get to become friends," she says, looking back seductively as she takes the first steps up the stairs. You're not sure how you can make it to the bedroom; every hormone in your body is telling you to mate right here, right now on the stairwell. Pinkie Pie, doing what she does best, teases you by letting her tail drift to the side; her marehood dripping more noticeably than before—a rivulet even trails down her thigh before stopping at her hoof. You do everything in your power to stop from licking her chubby moistened thigh.
"Your perseverance is going to pay off," Pinkie Pie says, looking behind you with a wink; you don't notice the wink, you're fixated on the rhythmic and hypnotic motion that her flanks make walking upstairs: one flank goes upwards and away, the other draws nearer to your face, gracing you with the aroma of baked goods and a sweet musk. The rhythm is disrupted: Pinkie Pie assumes a leaping position, in effect putting her posterior on full display for you to see; mere inches away from delving in, and the seductress leaps towards the opened door, skipping nearly half the flight of stairs in the process. You rush towards the door, disappointed, wishing you could have savored the moment before launch for just a bit longer.
But there is plenty more to savor in the bedroom.
Pinkie Pie, face shoved into the covers, has her rump proudly displayed right before your eyes. It's the centerpiece of the room; nothing takes away from the marvelous sight. You lick your lips in anticipation, thinking of all the ways you will ravish her. You let your hands do the thinking. First and foremost, your hands sink into her rear to accurately gauge exactly how plush her ass is: it's infinitely better than you could ever imagine; you wish you could use them as pillows. You begin to grope it more frantically, never letting your hand forget the rotundness of her flanks. You push her ass cheeks together, giving it the illusion that they're chubbier than they already are. All the desires you've had up to this point will be unraveled in this bedroom, you decide. Realizing you're only utilizing one of the five basic senses, you decide to be ambitious and see how the real Pinkie Pie tastes and smells compared to your nascent fantasies. Pinkie Pie's tail waves side-to-side invitingly, egging you on by displaying her soaked marehood.
With two handfuls of her flanks being massaged in a swivel motion, you go to work; your tongue darts forward, getting the first taste of blessed marehood. The smell and taste is sweet, exactly how you fantasized it would taste. Pinkie Pie, in response to this stimulation, groaned into a pillow while her body tensed up; there was more difficulty in gripping her ass as tightly as you wanted; more juices flowed, and you found yourself lost in a wave of pleasure. Your pants had a noticeable stain from the precum that you've leaked thus far. Standing upright, you decide to reaffirm your manhood by unbuttoning your pants and stripping naked. You decide the moral compass and societal taboos that you abode by were abandoned when you came into this new world. Pinkie Pie looks back at you, eyes fixated on your erect cock. She sighs with relief, "And I was beginning to think you were having second thoughts!"
You chuckle, "No, I'm just getting into the second course."
You let your cock guide you; naturally, it points towards Pinkie Pie's prominent ass. You let it poke her ass, a callback to earlier when Pinkie was teasing you, but this time nothing separates your cock from that perfectly shaped bottom. You graze your cock across her asses entire surface, tantalizing Pinkie Pie with a promise for sex. She jiggles her ass in response, coaxing you to be more forceful. You slap her ass as punishment, watching the ripples spread across the flank; Pinkie Pie moaned. The whole ordeal was impossibly erotic, driving you to put a standstill in the light teasing; you slid your dick in between Pinkie Pie's ass cheeks and squeezed them together and commenced moving back and forth; the friction was nonexistent—Pinkie Pie's marehood was thoroughly soaked and the moments transpiring were pure ecstasy. The pulsating rhythm combined with the fact that you couldn't even see your dick lodged between those ass cheeks led to a fast climax in between the crevice of Pinkie Pie's ass; it was the best orgasm you've had in your life—unfortunately for you, however, Pinkie Pie hadn't climaxed.
Before you knew it, the momentum that you had lost before after climax was regained; Pinkie Pie had taken the reins. Her perfectly round ass was creating ripples with each downwards motion she made towards your shaft. Your dick was sensitive; you had climaxed just moments ago, but this was an entirely new experience for you: you were mating with a mare. The moans from Pinkie Pie were reassuring for you that she was properly enjoying herself this time; you were in nirvana: the handfuls of pliable plush at your disposal, the ever-tightening walls of Pinkie Pie, the sweet sound of flesh hitting flesh—a second climax was foreseeable in mere minutes. As Pinkie's pace quickened, the grip on her flanks tightened. You smacked each cheek simultaneously and watched as the ripples that were created met right where her soaking marehood was coiling around your bursting cock. One final downward motion on your cock and you pull Pinkie's tail towards you, signaling to her that you were about to cum deep inside. Pinkie Pie's body collapses as your cock reaches an equally impressive second climax, planting your seed deep inside her womb.
Author's Note
my first fanfic. I kept coming back to the fanfic "Glazing Pinkie's buns" so I guess this is sorta an homage to it. my banal thoughts plastered on a computer screen using smut as a masquerade. sorry about any errors. i might regret writing this sorry for wasting your time
