Author's Note: CLOP, CLOP, CLOP.
If that's not your style, have a nice day ;}D
Adapted from S2E20
Straightforward as fuck.
Dappled with stars and stitched moons upon sunrise purple, the tent stood isolated in the center of Ponyville's market square. The sign, "Madame Pinkie's Fortune Telling" was eccentrically painted, with curving letters next to sharply angled ones, creating a bizarre cacophony for the eyes. A triangular flag with the picture of a familiar pink pony staring down on all the world flew from the pinnacle of the structure; perhaps it was a metaphor for the bravely proclaimed future-sight.
Parting the hanging curtain door with a hoof, Twilight Sparkle parted the barrier, to the sight and scent of incense drifting lazily into the newfound breeze.
“Come, enter the chamber of Madame Pinkie Pie! For the answers you seek, let us consult the mystical orb of Fate’s Destiny!” The mysteriously lilting voice called as she entered. Seeing that it was just her friend who had entered, Pinkie said, “Do you like my mystical orb of Fate’s Destiny? I just got it!~”
Noticing all kinds of stereotypical ‘mystical’ decoration, from strung out glittering beads, to dreamcatchers and other good-luck charms, to a chest arrayed with a vast amount of antique objects, Twilight looked around the space. With a skeptical look on her face, Twilight replied in an off-tone, “Yeah... It’s the best one I’ve seen”
Getting right back to her act, Pinke waved her hooves around her translucent orb, “Look deep into the crystal ball, for soon it will reveal all! Ah yes, I see something... It’s a vision of *the future*! I see you, Twilight,” she proclaimed dramatically, pointing a hoof, “You will get... A really cool birthday present next year!” The frizzy pink pony bobbed in excitement as she made her prediction, her brand-new fortune telling ball clasped between her hooves.
“Yes? And?” Twilight was on the edge of her seat.
“That’s it!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. Cool birthday present,” the ordinarily effervescent pony replied, her hind hooves kicked up on the table as she leaned back in her chair, content at another successful reading.
The purple unicorn fumed at this knowledge, "Pinke! I need your Pinkie sense to tell me what the impending disaster is that future Twilight was trying to warn me about!”
“Oh, well my fortune telling has nothing to do with my Pinke-Sense, silly! It’s only good for vague and immediate events.” With that said, the earth pony's tail rattled furiously, going twitcha-twitch-atwich! Out of nowhere a flowerpot crash-landed on top of Twilight’s head. “Like that, see? Where did that even come from?"
Approximately next year, birthday night, after festivities:
"See Twilight! I told you it would be amazing!" Pinkie Pie gushed as she examined Sugarcube Corner's party room, scattered with debris from the best party that the pony could have hoped to throw.
Candy wrappers littered the floor, mingling among crunching potato chips while at the same time a monkey pinata swung lazily from one arm, it's bottom leg crushed in where sweet treats had formerly been spilling out, a torrent of figurative lifesblood.
Twilight Sparkle was nearly unconscious in the corner as she dealt with her post-party daze. From the beginning of the day, when all of her friends had woken her up to a free, city-wide, breakfast buffet that had wound up as the Apple family's birthday present (rumor had it that Pinkie Pie had been up all night with Applejack as the baked together), to the flight routine that Rainbow Dash had convinced the Wonderbolts to do, 'in honor of one of Equestria's modern heroes', to the new series of limited edition outfits that Rarity had claimed were inspired by, 'Dear Twilight's studious and hardworking nature', which had ended up being a blur of plaid cloth and thick glasses frames, it had certainly been a taxing day.
In her half-awake state, the introverted unicorn reflected, I sure have come a long way since I came to Ponyville... I'd never have been able to accept a city-wide holiday in my name... and that speech the mayor gave, sheesh...
Seeing her friend mumble incoherently to herself made Pinkie giggle, yet thinking about the real surprise in-wait made her giggle harder. Not wanting to stir her temporarily distracted friend, the earth pony snuck out of the room to prepare her gift.
The day's images were aswirl in her foggy mind. She had been terribly upset at first, finding out that the town had consented to her birthday becoming a holiday. Their reasoning? That she had saved Ponyville multiple times since moving there, never-mind that she had been helped by her friends every time, they had been glad to focus the spotlight on her.
At first she had been furious at the thought that these Ponyville ponies would hijack her birthday from her (for her schedule was always rigorous and surely the whole month would be thrown off if she spent an entire day in celebration) but eventually it dawned on her that not one single day spent with all of her closest friends and loved ones could ever be considered a waste.
After stumbling upon that clarity, she perceived something in front of her, practically screaming its presence out, despite the fact that none of her senses actually reported anything changing. The lids of her eyes slid open and before her loomed a box, gift wrapped in pink and purple polka dotted paper, sealed shut with a bright pink ribbon.
Twilight reached out a hoof and tugged at one end of the ribbon. As it came undone, the mysterious box literally exploded into a shower of confetti and bright streamers, as well as a loud shout of, "SURPRISE!"
Jerking back in shock, Twilight asked, "Pinkie, how on earth did you?! ...Nevermind. What's this all about?"
"It's your birthday present, duh!"
"But you already threw an all-day party for me! surely you don't need to give me another present. I am the sort of pony who can appreciate such a wonder of organization."
"But everypony else helped with that, it wasn't from me!"
"Ugh... Fine, what is it then?" She stared at the ground by her friend's feet, searching for a gift of some kind, yet all she saw was Pinkie's most recent hooficure.
"It's me silly!" The pink pony was exuberant.
And it was only then, that Twilight Sparkle noticed the white splotches of whipped cream covering Pinkie on her chest and between her legs, the pink pony reddening at her long, thorough stare.
The sensation was unbearable as warmth spread through Twilight's loins and up her body, as if somepony had injected her with hot fluids, "I don't... I don't know what to say to something like that"
"Oh! Well you don't have to say anything if you don't want, just doing is fun too!" With that statement, Pinkie leaned in, puckering her lips. It was with surprise that she noticed that instead of soft flesh, she had connected with a solid hoof.
Twilight was giving her a strange look, her eyes and face cold and serious, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Pinkie... I don't know. Are you serious right now? I'm not the kind of pony to just do something like... like this without committing. This kind of thing means a lot to me, it's a very important personal matter."
"Well gosh Twi, I don't know why you think I'm not serious about this. It's not like I'm springing up on you randomly, (though that does sound like a lot fun!). Besides, I've been working up to this all day!"
It was as if an arrow had pierced Twilight's heart. Of course Pinkie Pie was serious! She had not only planned an entire day-long party in her honour, which had then turned into an Equestrian holiday, but she had executed it flawlessly! Practically everypony with a gift had had help from Pinkie Pie, that's how much she had been around. It was nearly unfathomable to think about the sheer amount of effort that the bubbly earth pony had put forth the past two days, she must have never slept! For Twilight to even think that Pinkie might not be fully committed after the enormous setup for this 'gift' was the height of arrogance.
Twilight's face softened and her mouth widened into a nervous smile as she came to that realization. A blush crept into her cheeks, though whether it was from her growing heat or her embarrassment at questioning Pinkie was unclear. Then she started really seeing Pinkie for the first time that day. She noticed the pink pony's wide, shimmering eyes, her mane curling attractively around her perky ears, the wonderful rounding in all of the right places, a direct result of Pinkie's passion for sugar. Though only a few moments had passed, the room had grown noticeably hotter and both ponies were now locked at the eyes, transmitting an unquantifiable feeling.
Finally, Twilight broke the silence in a hoarse voice, "How... how could I have doubted you? You, my wonderful and genuine friend?"
"Oh don't worry about silly stuff like that, just come here already, will you?"
Obeying, Twilight Sparkle embraced her true friend, their lips joyously meeting, but soon they were pressing against each other with their whole bodies, hip to hip, breast to breast. The cream from Pinkie's torso smeared messily across Twilight but she didn't care, not while she was enveloped in the feeling of mutual love that had sprung up on her so unexpectedly.
The soft, undulating movements of their hips against each other, plus the unicorn’s tongue exploring inside of Pinkie, lashing against her cheek walls and swirling up against the earth pony’s soft tongue sent blood coursing all around the pink pony’s body, warming all of her parts. Stroke after luscious stroke intoxicated the mares until it was with reluctance that Pinkie let go of Twilight’s tongue, the taste of the other mare effusing in her mouth.
"Pinkie-" Twilight began hoarsely.
"You don't need to say anything, I understand". Pinkie Pie leaned in again and pulled Twilight's neck to her mouth, her hot breath tickling the nerves beneath Twilight's fur. The pink pony made her way slowly down the unicorn's body, nuzzling sensually at any area that she came across. Pinkie directed Twilight onto her back, laying her gently down as she moved from neck and breast down towards her belly, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses.
Twilight, her hooves dangling above her, was steadily growing frenzied at the thought and feeling of her best friend's ministrations to her body. Her lower lips were swollen and throbbing, the rivulets of her flesh glistening with drops of liquid like sun shimmering atop a river. As Pinkie's mouth brushed against her opening, Twilight Sparkle shuddered all over, moaning out her longing for the contact.
Drawing out direct pressure to the most responsive of areas, Pinkie knew what she was doing. She nibbled around Twilight's inner thighs, skirting the marehood and delighting in the tremors she was causing throughout her friend's wonderful equine body.
Slowly, Twilight's unique musk gained a stronger presence in the room as Pinkie stimulated her friend. Her tongue flickered over Twi's slit and she cried out in pleasure as her internal fluids continued to stream. Permeating Pinkie's nostrils was the scent of lavender and primrose, overlying the tangy smell of a thoroughly heated mare. It woke inside her a carnal lust that, until this point, had slumbered, suppressed.
With renewed vigor she lapped at all of the sweet and salty drops before sending a first tongue-probe into Twilight's lovehole.
For Twilight, the initial penetration was as fierce as any explosion and her inner muscles clenched furiously down, an attempt at preventing any separation. In her mind's eye she imagined Pinkie's tongue sliding around her own pink walls, the rough texture of the foreign presence throwing out all of her reservations, encouraging her to engulf it, if she could.
But Pinkie had different things on her mind that moment, perhaps because she herself was dripping. She pulled her tongue out, leaving the unicorn to clench at nothing, her contractions oozing fluid out of the eager pony-slit. Pinkie clambered over Twilight so that the purple mare was staring directly up at her bright sex, her frizzy pink tail bobbing intriguingly from that angle, like some sort of lure. Those dangling folds rippled in patterns like a corporeal flower, Pinkie’s pussy wet and hovering above Twi’s face.
Twilight wrapped her hooves around Pinkie’s flank and drew herself to the beckoning marehood. She inhaled the scent of her friend’s nectar as she touched her lips to Pinkie’s trembling mound. She could feel the tongue lapping at her own marehood as she applied her own administrations, stroking and burrowing her muzzle to the flow of the ripples coursing through her own body.
It was a dance, of sorts: The two mares tangled in a heap of their own limbs and bodies, jerking erratically, moving and moaning with each other’s pressures; one would writhe as the other led until the other would grow more assertive, twisting her partner as she regained the lead. Back and forth it went.
By now, even when Twilight surfaced from Pinkie’s pie, she could feel the steady stream of her friend’s fluid onto her face. The pink pony lowered her hindquarters until she could feel herself grinding on Twilight, her body refusing to wait for pleasure as she renewed her assault on Twi’s marehood with vigor.
At first the fire blossomed only between her legs but soon the inferno was whirling through all of her other parts, rushing down limbs and up her torso until, with a veritable flash, it hit Twilight’s brain, triggering an orgasm that eclipsed anything hoofplay had done for her up till now. She gushed up into Pinkie’s open mouth, feeling her friend continue to work through her flowing juices, making sure that she harvested every drop.
Twilight reattached herself to Pinkie’s musky area, nuzzling at the stiff clit while she probed the slit with her tongue. She felt a tremor through her connection to Pinkie and knew that her friend was close. A flicker here, a thrust there, and she was done. With a great “Eeee!” Pinkie let loose, glazing over Twilight’s pretty, blinking face.
Pinkie slid off of Twilight and looked her in the eyes, grinning at the mess she had made over her friends features.
With a quick peck on the lips, the bubbly pony unleashed a wicked smile, stating through her mirth, “I told you it would be great!”
