Pinkie pIe was prepping for a Hearths Warming party and was working on making sure that punch was hella fine. she wente to her capboard ad found aw whole buch of potitions that she think would make a spucy pubch. She rummegdd through the cupbaord and the one that immediately caight her eyewas a big jar full of fuschia liquid , the label on it reading “ boner hurting juice.”
“I don’t remember getting this boner hurting guice,” Pinkie Pie said, out “louf, though no one was int he room for her to saybthat to. “But i mean , if its to make a goodd fumking punxh, i don’t see why i shoulnt try some!”
Pinkie Pie unscrewed the lid ans she took a swig.
“Mmm,” she hummed in ckntentment, “this boner
Hurting juice is tasty!”
One thing led to another and the jar of boner hurting juice was empty. Pinkie Pie wiped her mouth off with her arm and drew a great big sigh.
“Boy, that really hit the spot! I’ll have to try and remember where i got that so i can -“
Pinkie pie started moaning and groanin as her waist began tk feel like ass.
“Ouch,” she squealed, “my titties are hurting!”
Just abover her sweating crotchnips, something was prodding the inside of her belly, pressing and pushing as it tried to get out. Finally, her lower stokach tore open, ans a long, big hors penis broke through like a baby xenomorph, wigglinf ans flopping around as pinkie pie tried to controll this new , unfamiliar dick of hers.
“Oh no, that wasnt my titties At al! Its this boner!”
Worst of all, the boner hurt. Like really, hurt. Like, it hurt as bad as eating too many backed beans and jalapenos.
“I have a boner, and its hurting!!” Pinkie Pir wailed . “Curse you boner hurting juice!’”
And the boner wont stop growing and it wont stop coming, back to the rules and i hit the ground running, except Pinkie Pie was frozen as stiff as the hurting courseing throughh her boner would allow as it grew betwen her forelegs and could easily be seen by looking down.
The round thixx head of her bony then tilted up to face her before it flares open, the uretrha opening wide as a scream poured out from it.
“Oh my poor boner,” Pinkie Pie wept, “why are yiu screaming?”
“I hurt!” The boner cried with its toothless, urethral mouth. “Oh, Pinkie Pie, i hurt so bad, and its all because of that boner hurting juice you drank!”
“But how can i stop it? I dont have any boner helping juice lying around, you kmow?”
“There’s is another way... all you need to do is let me fuxk you like the proud marr who dont need no stallion like you are!”
“Wh-“
“Oh, thabk you!”
Mr. Boner slammed onto tje ground and catapulted Pinkie off her hooves and onto her stomach, her boner now hot-dog-bunned between her boobs and stretchinf out behind her. Like a covra charmed by the flute pipe thingy, it slithered its way upright on its own volition, Pinkie Pie moaning worh the sensatkon of her boner acting on its own accord.
Upon spotting her unprepared pussy, it dove in and plunged past her lips and through her cavernous cunt caves. Pinkie Pie cried out as her puss was pumped wirhout reprieve, feeling the girth widening and squeezing in as her boner made swweet swet love to her vaginan.
“This feels very naughty!” Pinkie Pie cries out.
“It also feels oh sonright!” Her boner’s exalted voice vibrated through her tummy and into her chest.
Ponkie pie giggles, liking ghe sensatin. “Oh mybcelestia! Whatever you do, keep screaming! This feels super diper good!”
“You got it, sweet cheeks! Oh, Punkie! Pinkie yes! You feels so fucking good all around me!”
And you feel so fucking good insode me, Mr. Boner! I love hou!”
The boner stipped, striken by these words. “No, no one has ever told me that before!”
“Oh, Mr. Boner, please dont be upset. Im telling the truth!”
“You, really mean it.”
“Of course i do! And by the way, my boner still hurts really bad, so im going to need you to hyrry up in there!’
“You,.. you got it! I loce you Pinnkie Pie!!”
“And i loce yiu Mr. bober!”
Pinkie pie managed to stand her self onto her back hooves, her cheat still on the florr. She then reached underneath herslef and grabbed both sides lf the edge of her boner began to knead at it, her dick tensekfn up at her touch.
“Pinkey!” Her boner bellowed out. “Whatre you doin”?
“Less, taking, more yelling and less bonder hurting!”
“Fuxk, this feel too goof!”
“This also feels good!”
Oh my god, im going to cum!”
“No way, me too!”
“aaah’ AAAAHH!”
“Oohhs OOHHH 0hhhh!”
And then, as they were of two minds yet of one body, Pinkie Pie came all ober Mr. Boner, his mouth open in his own orgasm as pinkie’s juices splashed inside it. Without a tongue to swallow, Pinkies jizz juice could onlu dribble from the biner’s moth, and it made him sad.
The fortunate thing though is that as the high of theor orgasm sinsided, so did the pain of Pinkie’s boner. Pinkie’s boner then slid slowly out of her vagina, not jnlike if pinkie pie was pooping out of her vagina, except the poop was her friendly, loving boner.
Tired and exhausted, Pinkie Pie crawled up into bed woth her boner dragging behind her. As she finnaly relaxed onto her matteess, her boner slid up and rested its head onto her pillow.
“This is the best hearths warming i could have asked for.” Pinkie Pie said.
“Happy hearth’s warming Pjnkie pie.”
“Happy hearth’s warming, you sweet, big boner!”
Pinkie Pie and Mr. Cock then came and put their faces togther, Pinkie Pie sliding her tongue down her dickhole as they shared their first kiss of what they hoped would be one of many.
Through, the window, Twilight, Spike, and all of Pinkie’s friends cried in joy as they watched Pinkie Pie and her boner’s joyous union, jacking off.
