Pinkie's Politeness Practice

The sounds of sizzling food and the steady murmur of the crowds filled your ears as you plopped down at a wooden table, eager to stop the rumbling in your belly. You snapped off a bite of your carrot dog and chewed with purpose, eyes still scanning over the crowd. The smell of fresh cum and the sounds of moans still made it to you here, all the way in the food court, you noted. Though maybe that was some sorta ultra slut sense kicking in, considering how pent you were. Who knew… All you knew was right now, things could be better.

The sun sat low in the sky, shrouding the area in an orange glow as ponies milled about, some clearly having been satisfied by some source or another as evidenced by their cum smeared fur and blissful expressions. So far a few mares had asked for your help, and you’d let one colt use your mouth, but you hadn’t been able to get relief from the stallions you wanted. There was a list of ten but none of them could help you for one reason or another. Most were already busy with other mares or drained by the time you found them, or in the case of Anon, totally AWOL! You thought maybe you could settle with at least a strong looking stallion but even that started to seem like a pipe dream at this point.

Stallions had flocked in droves to Rarity and Fluttershy’s gangbang booth, sometimes even going through the line twice to have a go at them. To be fair, that booth often got a lot of attention every year, but with Fluttershy AND Rarity headlining the event, it was a total blowout. Much to Fluttershy’s dismay, she’d be taking miles of dick before the sun even set. Rarity was probably basking in all that sex right about now, you thought, taking another bite.

Those two really were popular with the guys… I mean, it made sense really. Rarity was gorgeous, and had heaps of sex appeal. On top of that, she was just a really good lay. And Fluttershy, well, with the legs and face of a supermodel, and the demeanor that screamed ‘use me however you want’, it wasn’t hard to see why she attracted so much male attention.

Suddenly a white mohawk poked out from a throng of ponies, heading towards the sex quarter. Thunderlane! You shoved the rest of the food in your mouth and zoomed off, chasing after the dark coated pony. Thunderlane was far from your first choice, but he could probably keep up a decent pace. He never really impressed when you asked for help at work, but he wasn’t bad per se. Flitter and Cloudchaser were always screwing him, so he had to be doing something right. Maybe just gotta give him the right motivation?

As you rocketed over the heads of the crowd, his face came into view. Your eyes darted downwards, and you let out a happy squeal when you saw his cock, not covered in any mare’s juices, hanging out of its sheath. You did a quick loop then headed over to him. Looks like you were getting some after all.

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Thunderlane pulled out of you slowly, his firm cock dragging against your sensitive marehood as you moaned. You let out a long mewl and involuntary clenched around him, not wanting to be left empty.

“H-Harder please,” you gasped out, barely able to keep your hindquarters in the air.

You were close. It had only been a few minutes since you convinced a somewhat hesitant Thunderlane to give you some attention. He’d come looking to rut the pegasi twins of course, and even now, kept his head on a swivel as he pumped away, his cock pistoning at a much too gentle rhythm for your liking. You like your males to really pound you, the faster and more aggressive the better. At least he had the size and musculature, but would it kill him to be a little rough? A-And maybe give you a compliment or two? That’d be nice… but you can’t just ask for that. You could, however, tell him to stop being such a slowpoke.

“Thunderlane, come ooon,” you whined, looking back at him with a glower. He slowed his thrusting and you tsked, pushing yourself down to the hilt with a slap before he could do it himself. “Hey, don’t slow down!”

“Sorry, what?”

You groaned. “I said, harder. I really need this, okay? And maybe, you could... you know. You know what I like, right?” He gave you a blank look. “Oh come on! Just lay into me! Rough me up and stuff. I know you can, I’ve seen you do it with other mares.”

He sighed. “Look, Dash,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m trying to save my energy for some other mares, okay? Your friends are running the gangbang stall, right?”

You furrowed your brow. “Yeah, Fluttershy and Rarity… So what?”

“Well, Flitter really loves Fluttershy and we made plans to fuck her at the same time. Been looking forward to it all day. And just—It’s fine if you need help at work but… I don’t know Dash, you’re just not my type is all.”

You paused, not sure what to say to that. I mean, you figured it’d take a little bit to grab his attention when there were so many mares flagging around here, but you thought you had enough going for you. Didn’t you have at least some connection? He screwed you enough times at work that you thought he was kinda getting in tune with you. Do you really do nothing for him?

“I… do you even want to do this then?”

He blinked. “Huh? What do you mean? I thought you just needed some help getting off.”

“I do. I just thought…” You sighed. “Well I thought you’d be a little more into it,” you said.

“What does it matter?”

You opened your mouth to answer but paused. He was right in a way. What did it matter if Thunderlane had a thing for you or not? He’d still get you off. But you wanted something more for some reason. Truth be told, you’ve asked a fair few stallions to rut you who clearly didn’t care one way or the other, and it never bothered you before. Not everypony was going to be all pent and horny at the same time as you, nor could you guarantee they find you attractive. It wasn’t a big deal normally. So why’d it bother you so much now?

Thunderlane tilted his head and leaned down, looking you in the eyes. “Dash, you feelin’ okay?”

“Yeah just… I don’t know, I guess I don’t feel like it anymore.”

“Aw hey, come on, Dash. I didn’t say I wouldn’t give you a good one. Just let me know when you’re close and I’ll go a little harder, just like you want, okay?”

You pushed a pebble around in the dirt as you mulled the offer over. That was really sweet of him, but for whatever reason, it didn't make you feel better. It was just so impersonal, and something about that didn’t feel right. He wasn’t doing it because he wanted to, or because you wanted to. It was because that was part of being a good friend. And that felt… kinda lame.

Ugh, this was so annoying. Why was it even a big deal to begin with? You briefly wondered if you should just get some relief now and worry about getting something better another day. The sun had already started to set and the fair was running down, several ponies starting to head home with happy, satisfied looks. You knew you should just take what you can get at this point. If you waited any longer, you wouldn’t be getting off till tomorrow, and trying to sleep while horny was the worst. But still, something about doing it this way felt so empty. Why can’t you just… get a colt to like you.

No, stop it, Dash. He’s trying to be polite for your sake. It’d be rude to turn him down now, and there was an ache between your legs that needed tending to.

You paused, almost afraid to ask. “Thunderlane, you really don’t mind? I don’t want you to be forced. I’d rather you enjoy yourself, you know?”

Thunderlane shrugged. “It’s not a problem. I’ve got nothing better to do while I wait for Flitter,” he said.

A weight settled on your chest and you rubbed a forehoof. “Right, heh. Yeah… ” With a sigh, you bent over again and presented yourself. “Alright well, if you’re okay with it, go ahead I guess. And um, thanks for the help.”

“No problem, Dash.”

Without further pause, the stallion reared up, lining up his member, then pushed back into your folds. You bit your lip, unable to stop yourself from pushing into him and letting out a mewl. Thunderlane inched forward as your marehood clamped down on him involuntarily, trying to desperately milk more sensation from his cock while also slowing him down. Celestia, you’re never waiting this long again. Every inch drove you mad with desire. It became a mix of blissful torture as he pushed forward, and finally, you felt his hips tap against your rear. A shudder ran through you. You wanted to scream at him to just fuck you into the dirt but you bit the words back and waited patiently. After several achingly long seconds, he began thrusting again, faster than his original pace, though only marginally so. It wasn’t bad, per se, and you soon found yourself letting out little sounds of pleasure as he pumped into you.

“There you go. You sound like you’re feeling better already.”

You clenched your eyes shut and bit back another moan. Yeah, in a way you were feeling better. Maybe you just needed some dick. It could be better but it still felt really good admittedly, like a warm shower after a hot day. It didn't take long before you were pushed to the edge again, your back legs trembling every so many seconds as bolts of pleasure rolled through your spine. A little bit of roughness would send you over. You just had to ask and he’d finally treat you the way you wanted.

“N-Now,” you said, breath ragged, hooves digging into the dirt. “I’m close, Thunderlane. Please.”

Thunderlane paused for half a second then wound back and thrust forward all at once. His hips clapped audibly against your ass, sending it rippling and making you squeal.

You arched your back the pleasure making you dizzy. “Mmf~” you moan, face now in the dirt. It wasn’t the roughest thrust he could put you through, not by a long shot, but after being treated like a chore this whole time, it felt amazing to finally feel some real force in his thrusts. You didn’t want to be made love to. You wanted to be fucked. You wanted to feel used by someone bigger and stronger than you. You wanted big, powerful stallions to slam into you over and over, like they were trying to bruise your womb then dump their hot seed deep inside you. The amount of times you came to the fantasy of being bred like that were too numerous to count.

Thunderlane pulled back then continued to piston, grabbing onto your hips and angling himself downwards. Each thrust pushed you into the dirt and your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Ooh, now he’s pounding you into the ground. That was one of your favorites.

Your orgasm, which you’d been fighting to reach for a while now, was finally within your grasp. Thunderlane seemed to be able to tell, and gave you one final, mind numbing thrust. You came immediately. Your legs gave out and you let out a soft cry, marehood spasming around Thunderlane’s cock. A long, low moan escaped your throat as you shook, your legs trembling as they were coated in several waves of mare cum.

Thunderlane held himself there, and you faintly realized he hadn’t came himself even as you spasmed and clamped around his cock, your body desperate to feel his hot seed. But it never came, and you realized at the tail end of your orgasmic bliss that he wasn’t even looking at you. He’d spotted someone and smiled over at them, giving them a wave.

“Oh hey, there you are,” he said, as his member slid out of you.

With no strength in your hindquarters, you flopped to the ground, a small puff of dirt kicking up around you. Without anything to keep pushing you onwards, your orgasm echoed through your core for a few more seconds, before fading entirely and leaving you with only a minor tingle. Your mind was a blur of muddled emotions—pleasure, shame, annoyance, jealousy—all swirling around in your frazzled mind as out of the corner of your eyes, Flitter trotted up to your partner.

“Hey, Thundy,” she said, giving Thunderlane a kiss on the cheek. “Helpin’ Dash out, huh?”

“Yeah, she really needed some attention.”

“You gonna be long? I’m dying to have some fun already. Cloud Kicker’s been edging me all day and I’m so excited. I finally get to screw that cute pegasus and I get to do it with my best fuckbuddy.” Flitter gave a girlish squeal, throwing her hooves around Thunderlane. “I can’t wait. We’re gonna rock that little pony’s world.”

Thunderlane spared you a glance. You shakily rose to your hooves, shaking your head as the post-orgasmic fog began to lift.

“You good Dash? You came, right?”

You did but you weren’t good. Deep down you knew that. Right now, more than anything, you felt like garbage. When you came, his attention was elsewhere. That wasn’t abnormal, or even rude. Ponies had stuff to do or things on their mind, and he gave you his time for your sake. But something about him not cumming at all, and just not caring once you got off really bothered you. It made you feel sick for some reason. You felt empty. Maybe something is wrong with you? Whatever the case, you were through here. That much was clear.

“Yeah I’m good. Thanks for your help,” you said, not too convincingly but your breathlessness helped to mask the disappointment.

Flitter did a little hop, then grabbed Thunderlane’s hoof. “Yes! Alright, now we can go have some fun. C’mon, let’s go!” Flitter tugged Thunderlane away, who didn’t spare you so much as a glance or another word.

You sat there, breathing hard for a little while until strength returned to your legs. A cold empty feeling settled in your chest, and before you could really think too long on it, you left the fairgrounds.