It was about seven years ago today when their stars crossed paths for the first time. One of them sported a flashy blue flight suit, the kind that was usually saved for spectacular feats of dazzling airborne brilliance, although tonight was somewhat of a substitute for a proper dress. The other wore an eye-popping pink dress, covered in stripes and sweets that seemed more fit to be worn as a uniform at a fancy candy store than at a festive event such as the Grand Galloping Gala. As the woman with the flight suit chatted with society’s higher ups, the pink earth pony had a plan of her own: to liven up the gala and turn it into the biggest party Equestria had ever seen!
Before that, though, she needed to get some snacks.
The pink party pony gawked at the array of sweets lined up along the dining table, ranging from salad and soup (which she respectfully declined) to marshmallows, candy and an enormous chocolate fountain! The earth pony could hardly contain herself as she filled her plate with half of the sugary hors d’oeuvres on display and practically dipped her face upside down to let the chocolate fountain drizzle into her mouth. Before she could go that far, though, she momentarily stopped at the sound of a feminine giggle coming from behind her.
“Looks like somepony’s excited about the food here,” the yellow pegasus chortled, grabbing a plate and gently filling it with salad and croutons.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Pinkie said, pulling her face out of the way before she accidentally allowed her instincts to dive her into the fountain. “I guess I got a little carried away there. Want some chocolate-covered cotton candy? It’s deliciooouuuuss!”
As Pinkie lifted up her plate towards the pegasus, the yellow mare chuckled again, holding up her hand to politely refuse the offer. “How do you even manage something like that? Doesn’t the cotton candy just melt underneath all the chocolate?”
“No, silly! It melts in your mouth. Like this!” Without wasting another moment, the pink pony tossed a cone filled with brown and pink fluff into the air and gulped down the entire entrée, including the cone itself! “Aaaahhh,” she cooed, rubbing her belly. “That hits the spot!”
Again, the yellow pegasus pony was left to giggle femininely at the sight of something completely unbecoming of somepony at a regal occasion such as this. “You’re quite the character, ain’t you, Pink? How did you manage to even get a ticket here?”
“Oh, my name’s not Pink. It’s Pinkie Pie! And I got a ticket from my pal Twilight Sparkle. OH! Speaking of pals, you’re a Wonderbolt, right?!”
“Yup,” the pegasus replied with a grin, pointing a thumb towards her chest. “The name’s Spitfire. Captain of the Wonderbolts.”
Pinkie Pie’s jaw dropped with her eyes sparkling like they had when she first entered the gala. “No way! My friend Rainbow Dash is your biggest fan! Hang on one sec! I’ve gotta introduce you to--”
As Pinkie began to walk away, however, Spitfire quickly grabbed hold of Pinkie’s arm, stopping her before she ran off too soon. “Hang on a sec, Pinkie. I’m actually trying to take a minute to avoid socializing with spectators. I left all that to Soarin for the time being.” The pegasus then motioned towards a stallion with a cornflower blue coat hidden underneath his dark blue flight suit, telling terrible jokes and laughing loudly with a group of fancily-dressed ponies. “Besides, you seem like you’re plenty interesting already.”
“I am?”
“Well, it’s not like I’ve ever seen somepony enjoy cotton candy so much that she ate the entire cone. Actually, you’ve got a little something…”
Spitfire then pointed towards Pinkie Pie’s muzzle, who quickly crossed her eyes to see a drop of chocolate on her nose, and after licking practically her whole face, she pulled her tongue back in and sighed heartily. “That’s some gooood chocolate.”
As soon as Spitfire began laughing once more, however, she looked back at Soarin again and saw him doing something weird with his face, making the sophisticated ponies around him step back while cringing. “Sorry, Pinkie, but I should probably get back to the party before Soarin does something to make us lose donors. If you want, you’re free to join us.”
“I’d love to!” Pinkie exclaimed with excitement, but just as soon as the words escaped her mouth, her ears drooped as she suddenly remembered one key detail. “But I can’t. I’ve got to get these ponies dancing to something other than waltz, and between you and me, I see a tuba with my name written all over it.”
“Then how about this?” Before she let Pinkie Pie go off to whatever crazy antics she was planning, Spitfire reached into her flight suit between her breasts and pulled out a marker, popping the cap with her teeth as she began to write on the pink pony’s wrist. As Pinkie Pie looked down in curiosity, she began to make out what looked like a phone number with her name on it, and as she looked back into Spitfire’s eyes, her expression seemed to verify the idea. “Promise me you’ll get back to me after tonight and I’ll let you get back to your party.”
The earth pony gasped, staring down at her wrist with wide eyes and an even wider smile. “Of course I will! I just got the phone number to the captain of the Wonderbolts!”
“But uh… keep it just between you and me, OK?” Spitfire said, looking around to make sure nopony heard. “I can’t have rumors going around already. You understand.”
With a stern salute, Pinkie Pie stood at attention and replied, “Affirmative, captain!”
“At ease, Pinkie,” Spitfire chuckled, grabbing Pinkie’s hand and bringing it back down to her waist. “Oh, and here’s a little something to remember me by.”
Suddenly, Pinkie Pie’s eyes went wide, her jaw dropped slightly and her face went from pink to bright red as she tried to comprehend what was going on. Before she had time to fully process everything, though, Spitfire was already waving goodbye and walking back over to the other Wonderbolts, leaving Pinkie Pie with her hand covering her cheek. Once the message of what happened finally sunk in, she pulled her hand back down just enough for her to see Spitfire’s name on her wrist once more, and with a sudden bolt of energy, she raced her way back inside.
“Grand Galloping Gala, it’s time to move those feet!”
Five years later…
“Pinkie Pie, is all this really necessary?”
As Pinkie Pie looked back into Rainbow Dash’s eyes, she saw her friend gesturing towards the mountain of chocolate in her arms threatening to break her back at the slightest misstep. “You think it’s too much?” the pink mare replied.
“Too much? It looks like you’re trying to feed half of Canterlot! I don’t think anypony would be able to eat that much candy in one lifetime.”
Pinkie Pie then looked back at the chocolate in her arms, then back to Rainbow Dash, then back to the candy again, then back to Rainbow again. “But… Why would somepony not be happy about getting candy for Hearts and Hooves Day? It’s both a super yummy treat and a way to tell somepony that they’re the most wonderful, beautiful, terrific pony in the whole world!”
“That may be true, buuuuuuut I think that much chocolate would just end up scaring her.”
Then, with her ears drooping down, Pinkie sadly placed the mountain of chocolate back onto the cart where she had taken it from, filling the empty container immediately with one armfull. “What do you think I should get her, then?”
“Well, it would help if you told me who she was first.”
“Nope! No can do, Rainbow Dash! She wants our relationship to be top secret.”
Rainbow Dash sighed, pulling her cheeks and eyelids down her face. “Is she really that much of a celebrity where you can’t even tell me who she is?”
Pinkie Pie then folded her arms, lifting a finger to her mouth while she pondered in deep thought for several moments. “Would answering that question be telling you too much? I wanna tell you sooooo bad who it is, but I don’t want her to get mad at me if she finds out you know.”
“Wait, is it somepony I know?!”
“That’s the problem, Rainbow Dash!” The pink mare then grabbed her friend by the shoulders and began shaking her frantically. “I DON’T KNOW IF I’M ALLOWED TO TELL YOU THAT!”
“OK! OK! I get it! You can stop shaking me now!” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Pinkie Pie let go, but Rainbow Dash continued to wobble back and forth as if her body hadn’t quite got the message yet. Her eyes travelled in circles going in opposite directions before she violently shook her head and snapped back to reality. “OK, so I might not know who it is, which would make this kinda difficult for me to pick the perfect gift for her, but I can at least tell you that so long as you’re not dating a yak, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to get her a mountain of chocolate.”
“How about a molehill of chocolate?”
Rainbow Dash tilted her head, trying to wrap her head around the new analogy, but failing to get inside Pinkie’s mind enough to make any judgement calls. “Or, how about you and this pony have a nice dinner with just the two of you?”
Pinkie’s mouth dropped to the floor (literally), which Rainbow couldn’t tell was a good thing or a bad thing, but suddenly, her mouth curled up into a large grin as Rainbow was picked up into an unexpected hug. “Awwwww! That’s a great idea! Who knew you were such a romantic, Rainbow Dash?” Pinkie Pie wiggled her eyebrows for emphasis, making the uncomfortable mare wiggle her way out of the other mare’s arms.
“So it’s settled, then. You and this mare--whoever she is--can have a dinner that you make especially for her.”
“Perfect! I know just what I’m going to make!”
Rainbow Dash quickly flinched. “Which is…?”
Looking back, Pinkie Pie then noticed Rainbow’s eyes staring at the content in her arms as Pinkie had once again picked up the entire cart full of candy. “Cake!”
Rainbow Dash groaned, once again placing her aching head into her hands, but just as soon as she had done so, the door to the candy shop opened behind her, revealing a yellow pegasus in silver armor. As soon as Pinkie looked over her shoulder, though, she quickly dropped the candy back into the cart, breaking it off its hinges while blushing profusely.
“Hey, Spitfire!” Pinkie said awkwardly. “What are you doing her--”
Before Pinkie couldn’t even ask her entire question, however, she was quickly pushed out of the way so that Rainbow Dash could once again come face to face with the pony she had always idolized. “Spitfire? What are you doing here?!”
“Long time no see, Rainbow Crash,” the yellow pegasus replied, bumping fists with her old teammate. “I just came to check out what kind of sales they’re doing on candy this year, but it looks like somepony already planned on buying out the whole shop.”
“What do you need candy for? Wait, do you mean you have a special somepony too? Also, what’s with that outfit? And how come you quit the Wonderbolts? And--”
As Rainbow Dash continued to prattle on, Spitfire calmly pinched her fingers against the cyan mare’s lips, physically preventing her from asking any more questions. “Looks like you caught me again, Rainbow. I was here to see if there was anything I could get for my own special somepony, but now that I think about it, I doubt she would be very surprised. How’re the Wonderbolts handling things without me? You still keeping them in line?”
Finally, once Spitfire released Rainbow Dash’s mouth from her grip, her lips unfolded downward like an accordian before she shook her head violently, bringing her face back to its normal shape. “Yeah, I guess I keep them in shape a little bit. Fleetfoot still has her issues, and Soarin still has that obsession with pies that he’s had since the gala. Why did you leave anyway?”
“Sorry, rookie. Can’t say. Top secret.”
Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes, staring into Spitfire’s poker face pupils before turning her head and peering into Pinkie Pie’s smile, which was beginning to sweat profusely under the pressure. “Wait a second… Pinkie, didn’t you say that the pony you were dating was top secret t--”
“BANANAS!”
“Uh… What now?”
“Bananas!” Pinkie Pie repeated anxiously. “I just realized that I uh… need to get bananas for tonight! Sorry! Wish I could stay. Gotta run! Bye, Rainbow Dash! Bye, Spitfire! See you toni--I mean… I’ll see you Tuuueesday? For that… autograph session! Yeah! Tuesday for autographs!”
As Pinkie Pie looked back at Rainbow Dash, her look of confusion only grew, and before she had the chance to make her slip up on anything else, Pinkie quickly bolted out the door, leaving a trail of dust behind her. “What…” Rainbow began, “...was that all about?”
“Couldn’t tell you,” Spitfire said, picking up a double-chocolate, double-chocolate chip candy bar from off the shelf, which just happened to be Pinkie Pie’s absolute favorite. “I can tell you this, though. Whoever her special somepony is must be very happy with her.”
“Yeah, but I’ve kinda given up on trying to guess who her special somepony is. Figuring her out is way too complicated.”
“No kidding.” Spitfire chuckled to herself, holding the candy bar close to her chest with a discreet smile. “That’s what makes her special.”
***
Once Pinkie got home after a long day of shopping (yes, she really did end up buying bananas), she took one look at the clock and realized how little time she had before Spitfire would come back home. She needed to have everything ready by the time she walked through that door, especially if she wanted Spitfire to see Pinkie’s signature “Kiss the Party Pony” apron the minute Spitfire came in. Rushing from drawer to drawer, preheating the oven, pulling out all the ingredients from milk and eggs to flour and butterscotch, she quickly raced from end to end of her little kitchen, creating their dinners at both record time and record quality. Even with still a little bit longer to go for the double-chocolate, double-chocolate chip cake to finish baking, Pinkie couldn’t believe how much she had accomplished.
Just as she was pulling out the icing to the cake, however, she looked out the window and saw her special somepony zooming through the sky, and looking at the clock, she frantically pulled out all the tools she needed and began decorating the cake with her mouth and both hands. Spitfire was coming home early today, no doubt thanks to Princes Luna sending home all of her recruits early to share Hearts and Hooves Day with their special someponies. She was excited knowing that she got to spend even more time with the love of her life, but couldn’t have Luna just waited five more minutes?!
Then, just as Pinkie Pie added the final touch, wiping some sweat from her forehead, she heard the door creak open with a familiar voice calling out, “Pinkiiiieee! I’m hoooome!”
“Welcome home, sweetie!” Pinkie said with a suspicious grin, hiding two frosting bags behind her back. “What brings you home so early?”
“Princess Luna just assumes we all have special someponies to get home to. You should have seen the look on Flitter’s face! It was priceless!”
As Spitfire talked, Pinkie Pie began setting the table, discreetly kicking her piping bags into the cupboards when she wasn’t looking. “Has Flitter still not found anypony she likes yet?”
“Naw, that girl is too high maintenance. Plus, when you’re a Stormbolt, it basically takes up your whole life. I’m surprised I even get to spend as much time with you as I do.”
“Oh, I know!” Again, Pinkie made it a goal to hide as much as she could, just so she could see the look on Spitfire’s face when she saw the surprise waiting for her, but as good as Pinkie was at surprises, the yellow pegasus continued to raise an eyebrow as the earth pony placed their fancy dinnerware across from both of their seats. Even Pinkie was beginning to see the suspicion in her eyes, which meant that she had to change the subject quick! “So, do a lot of the Stormbolts have special someponies?”
“Not in particular,” Spitfire said, keeping her eyebrow raised as Pinkie began lighting a candle in the center of the table. “I was lucky that I had you before Luna pulled me away from the Wonderbolts. I think the whole ‘having to keep it a secret’ thing makes it hard for ponies to mingle with other singles.”
“But you got to tell me about it!”
Spitfire chuckled. “Yeah, but you’re different. I think saving Equestria a dozen times over gets you special permission from the princess to hear about some lowly security force like us.”
“But you guys save the world every day! The Stormbolts keep Equestria safe from invasion!”
“True,” Spitfire replied, taking a swig of wine that Pinkie had so graciously poured for her, “but Equestria doesn’t get invaded all that often. It was mainly just that time with the changeling queen, but I guess that one time was enough for Princess Luna to feel like we needed more protection.”
“Which is why they hired you, the best flier in all of Equestria!”
“Which is why I started dating you, the worst pony at holding a poker face when she’s obviously preparing a fancy dinner for the two of us.”
Pinkie then looked down at the table to see that she had gotten slightly overzealous, decorating the table with fine dinner cloth, their best cutlery, a candle in the center of the table and rose petals everywhere else. With an embarrassed grin, she quietly muttered, “Surprise! Heh heh.”
Spitfire rolled her eyes before motioning for Pinkie Pie to come over, and once the pink earth pony mare was within arm’s reach, Spitfire put a hand behind her head and brought her in for a big kiss, making Pinkie’s whole body go spastic. Then, once their lips finally departed, Spitfire ran a finger up her chin, saying, “I don’t mean to turn this into a competition or anything, but I think you’re gonna enjoy your present too.”
“Present?! I love presents! Can I see it right now? Please? Please?? Pleeeeeease!”
With a chuckled, Spitfire gently pushed Pinkie Pie away, keeping her at solid arm’s length. “I think we should probably have dinner first, don’t you?”
“Do I? Is your present going to take some time setting up or something?”
“Yoooouuuuu could say something like that…”
Pinkie shrugged and went back to the kitchen. She may have loved presents, but the two things she loved even more than that were surprises and seeing Spitfire happy, both of which could be accomplished through the dinner she had been preparing. Although, it was still difficult to keep herself from smiling while she thought of all the things her present could be. A toy car? An actual car? A lizard? Well, she already had Gummy, so probably not that. Wait, are alligators lizards?
Pinkie Pie was so deep in thought that she could barely concentrate on making conversation while the two of them ate dinner, but luckily for her, Spitfire was unusually hungry today, chowing down most of the food like a garbage disposal. The only thing left on the menu was desert, and admittedly, Pinkie was a little disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to eat the whole double-chocolate, double-chocolate chip cake herself. Still, though, she was just relieved that she had not only made enough, but had also made everything right, placing a cherry on their perfect Hearts and Hooves dinner.
“Have I ever told you what a good chef you are, Pinkie?” the pegasus asked, leaning back in her chair with an inadvertent burp.
“Basically every day. I have a lot of self-confidence because of you.”
“Well, you should! I haven’t eaten that much since I after my accident that left me in a full body wing and arm cast drinking through a straw.”
“You know what else is amazing?”
“What?” Pinkie Pie didn’t answer, instead choosing to give her an uncomfortably large grin, wiggling her eyebrows flirtatiously for added effect. “Oh, right. Your present. It’s uh… *ahem* not exactly a kitchen table kind of present.”
Pinkie Pie then raised her eyebrows as the message sunk in. “Oooohhhh. You mean it’s that kind of present?” Of course, she still didn’t know exactly what she was talking about, but she at least got the gist of it enough to grab Spitfire by the hand and lead her into the bedroom.
Pinkie Pie’s heart felt like bursting out of her chest once she closed the door behind them, leaving them alone in a room dimly lit by a candle she had prepared just moments before Spitfire came home. During the entire time that the two had been dating, they had never slept with each other once, and from the way Spitfire was acting, it was looking like things were moving in that direction. She had the most beautiful curves of any mare she’d ever met, which were made even more beautiful when she wore that gorgeous armored flight suit that Pinkie wished she could rip off of her body right then and there.
“Alright, Pinkie Pie. I’m going to show you your present, but you need to promise not to scream. OK?”
“OK! I promise. I mean, what could you possibly surprise me with that would make me--”
As Pinkie began talking, however, Spitfire began to remove her flight suit, showing off her beautiful breasts for the first time as it clicked off of her chest. This, although enough to catch her words in her mouth alone, however, was not the reason she had stopped talking. Once the rest of her armor had fallen down onto the floor by her feet, she was met with a large limb that she was not expecting, pointing straight into the air and throbbing in the breeze. Pinkie needed to grab a nearby cupcake and stuff it into her mouth just so that she could keep her promise, but even then, she was worried she was about to begin choking.
“So… uh…” Spitfire began rubbing the back of her mane. “You should have seen the look on Flitter’s face…”
“HOLY COCKAMOLEY! How long have you had a penis?!” Pinkie had to look at her breasts one more time to make sure she was really a girl (and also because she had really attractive breasts), but sure enough, this girl had boy parts!
“It was a special way for Luna to thank us for all our hard work. Gotta admit, I never had one of these as a Wonderbolt.” Pinkie Pie, though, continued to stare at the giant penis speechlessly before moving her eyes back up to her tits. “You know, Pinkie, you could… take your clothes off too.”
“Huh? Oh! Right! Sorry!”
Pinkie then quickly removed her apron, pulled her yellow sweater over her head and reached back to undo her bra, pulling the straps down her shoulders to reveal her ample bosom resting atop her sensual curves. Spitfire’s jaw dropped slightly as she examined Pinkie’s naked torso while she shimmied her skirt down her legs, and once Pinkie had managed to pull her panties down, stepping out of the holes one foot at a time, she looked up to see the pegasus’s erection at full mass, reaching halfway to her breasts. This time, it was Pinkie whose jaw dropped in arousal.
“So…” Spitfire started, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly again. The only thing more awkward than a girl having a penis was finding a way to transition her penis to actually being inside her partner. “Did you wanna--”
“Hey! You know what I’ve always wanted to try?!” Spitfire shrugged. “This!”
Suddenly, the yellow pegasus knocked her head back in pleasure as her entire world disappeared in the sensation between her legs. Before she even knew what was going on, Pinkie Pie had fallen to her knees, grabbed hold of Spitfire’s erect cock and placed it into her mouth, rubbing up and down while her lips moved further towards Spitfire’s abdomen. The yellow mare then heaved a deep sigh, closing her eyes before they fell into the back of her head while running her fingers through Pinkie Pie’s mane, flinching every time Pinkie touched her in the right spot.
Every inch the earth pony took created an entirely new sensation for Spitfire, encasing her with more pleasure in a way that she had never experienced. She didn’t know how to react to the new situations other than to squeeze her legs, breathe harder and try not to reflexively slam her hips forward, essentially giving Pinkie a surprise deepthroat. Then again, Pinkie did love surprises, but she still probably didn’t want to push it that much.
Pulling her mouth off of Spitfire’s cock momentarily to wipe up the saliva trailing from her lips, Pinkie looked back up at her partner and said, “Wowie! I didn’t know dicks tasted this good!”
The remark made Spitfire a little curious herself as to what she tasted like, but this was her gift to Pinkie. She couldn’t make it about herself right now. “You know, if you keep going, I bet you’ll get to taste something even better.”
“Of course! Spitfire, you’re a genius!” Then, without wasting another second, Pinkie placed her mouth on the pegasus’s dick yet again and went back to tenderly massaging it with her mouth as her wrist travelled from her lips to Spitfire’s newly created ballsack. The yellow mare could barely focus on what was going on, but the sight of Pinkie closing her eyes as her head bobbed back and forth against her shaft was making her brain do jumping jacks. Then, just when she thought Pinkie couldn’t get any cuter, she opened her eyes and looked up at Spitfire, giving her a wink as she put more of her cock down her throat.
Spitfire was going to make sure that Pinkie tasted every drop of pleasure that was stored in her balls, just like a whipped cream to top off the desert that was this evening, but at the same time, she also wanted to savor this feeling of being so close to the edge before she tipped over completely. Her eyes squeezed shut as she bit down hard onto her lower lip, tensing her shoulders while doing her best not to accidentally prematurely ejaculate. At this point, though, she obviously didn’t have much more that she could hold back, which Pinkie Pie was taking advantage of with every motion she made with her lips and tongue. Spitfire was about to lose this battle, and Pinkie was about to get her reward.
Finally, with a small, feminine moan, the yellow pegasus grabbed hold of Pinkie’s mane, pulled her closer to her pelvis and released all the tension that she had been storing, releasing all of her liquid lust into Pinkie Pie’s mouth. The pink mare’s eyes went wide in surprise at first, with Spitfire being able to see her whole mouth taking in more semen with every pulse from her throbbing cock, but once the initial shock had dissipated, Pinkie tenderly closed her eyes, angling her head backwards to allow the fluid to travel more easily into her mouth. Then, with one more squeeze between her hips, Spitfire dripped the remaining sperm out of her balls and released Pinkie from her crotch, to which she responded by opening her mouth wide, proudly displaying how much semen she was able to hold before drinking it down.
“Hnag huh ghuher huhn!”
“You can swallow now, Pinkie.”
Following her instructions, Pinkie gulped down her dessert, sticking her tongue out with a satisfied sigh. “That hits the spot! Anyway, I was just saying that that was super fun! Maybe Luna will let us do that again next year, or better yet, maybe she’ll let us switch roles next year.” As the party pony made her way to put her clothes back on, giggling at her own joke, Spitfire’s face began to grimace.
“Wait. Does that mean… you’re done already?”
Suddenly, Pinkie’s whole body froze other than her quivering lower lip. “Hold on a second! There’s more?!?!?”
“I was hoping so, at least. Is… that alright with you?”
“Are you kidding?! This is the best day ever!”
Before Spitfire could even recommend what they did next, Pinkie Pie crawled onto their bed with a huge smile on her face, getting on all fours while wagging her backside back and forth, raising her tail just enough to show off her wet genitalia. With a soft chuckle, Spitfire followed suit, climbing onto the bed behind her and scooching forward on her knees, grabbing hold of Pinkie’s hip with one hand and her dick with the other. Fortunately, it looked like Luna had given her a penis that had more endurance than the average stallion, which was made apparent by her shaft growing stiff already despite her recent orgasm.
Spitfire’s chest began to visibly rise and fall, holding up her dick towards Pinkie’s orifice and taking a moment to bask in the beautiful sight of her nethers displayed for her own personal viewing pleasure. She couldn’t say that she had ever done anything like this before, and living up to the high expectations that she had always set for herself was making her whole body shiver anxiously. What if the second she put herself inside, Pinkie felt underwhelmed? Would that ruin their sexual relationship? This was their first time officially having sex, with or without a penis being involved, so even though Spitfire was normally cool under any kind of pressure, the next couple of minutes could possibly set the tone for their sex life forever.
“Spitfire,” the pink mare began, breaking the pegasus from her trance, “I hope I’m not being impatient or anything, but I’m reeeeeeeally horny right now. Could you put your shiny new penis inside me, please?”
Spitfire almost began laughing out loud, but fortunately, she was able to keep it to a subtle grin as she realized that no matter how well this did or didn’t go, Pinkie would always care about her. Finally, with all the anxiety gradually dissipating from her mind, she angled her penis just below Pinkie’s folds and softly parted her lower lips, squeezing her cock into Pinkie’s feminine insides and having sex with her for the first time. Both mares sighed in arousal from the surprising gratification they felt right from the start as the earth pony’s vagina began tightening around the pegasus’s dick and in turn making it grow larger inside her.
Pinkie’s shoulders rolled backwards and scrunched together, adding even more femininity to the already intoxicating sight of her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her hips raised in the air. The view was beginning to kill Spitfire, who had no choice but to close her eyes and grab onto her waist as she thrusted deeper inside her, filling her insides with more of her erection. At this point, Pinkie’s gasps were beginning to turn into quiet, high-pitched moans, causing Spitfire’s humping to pick up so fast that even the normally athletic pegasus was starting to get winded. Sweat was beginning to trickle down both of their backs, not just from the exercise, but also from the heat from their bodies, being cooled down only slightly from the liquid arousal dripping down Pinkie’s nethers.
While Spitefire’s eyes closed, her other senses heightened, including the sounds of the pink mare’s horny moans along with the scent of her natural lubricants wafting its way up to Spitfire’s muzzle. She could practically taste the wetness dripping between her legs, encasing her shaft in a warm dampness that helped her slide herself even deeper within her inner walls, which pulled her cock all the way to the edge of her cervix.
“Spitfiiiire!” Pinkie wailed. “You know how earlier when I had your dick in my mouth, you kind of exploded all over?”
“Yeah,” the pegasus replied with a moan, digging her fingers harder into Pinkie’s waist. “You mean when I came, right?”
“I was just wondering… can girls cum too? Because I feel like I’m about to explode right now!”
Spitfire wanted to laugh at Pinkie’s genuine naivety, but looking down at her legitimately overwhelmed face, she smiled and said, “Go ahead, Pinkie. Explode all over me.”
Before Pinkie could respond, however, Spitfire gripped her as tightly as she could and began running her member against her cervix as hard as she could go, making Pinkie bury her face into her pillow as she began screaming in pleasure. Her hips were now bouncing against her partner’s pelvis with full force as both pairs of legs fought just to keep themselves up, but right at that moment, with Pinkie pulling her mouth out of her pillow momentarily, she let out one more scream as her insides contracted against Spitfire’s anatomy. Her vagina squirted out fluids across the pegasus’s body like a thumb pressing against a garden hose, spraying even more violently and sending fluids flying in all directions. Her back spasmed with her only support being Spitfire’s hands holding up her lower body, but Spitfire was starting to lose composure herself.
Just like before, the yellow mare could feel something beginning to build up between her legs, like a clenching in her testes that was almost painful to keep back. She wanted to ride this feeling of coasting on the edge for as long as she could, balancing herself on that thin line before she pushed too hard and released all the pressure she was holding in. At the same time, though, she really wanted to feel that final sensation that Pinkie Pie was feeling, to surrender herself to the orgasm that was within reach, begging her to give into her desires.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” Spitfire groaned, her whole body shaking.
“Do it.” Spitfire looked down to Pinkie’s face, who was biting down on her lower lip, grabbing onto her bedsheets and nodding her head. “It’s OK. Do it.”
Finally, with one final thrust of her hips, Spitfire put her dick in as deep as Pinkie’s insides would allow and immediately started gushing semen, coating her vaginal canal with her thick, white frosting. Pinkie began screaming just as loudly as she had when she was experiencing her own orgasm, making each throbbing pulse even more explosive than the one before. Spitfire couldn’t breathe for the next few moments, experiencing for the first time what it was like to have semen bursting out of her body with an orgasm on both the outside and the inside. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t even stand up straight anymore, instead falling onto Pinkie’s arched back, wrapping her hands around her chest as the rest of her cum gradually diminished into a small trickle of sperm.
Then, it was over. It hadn’t lasted as long as it would have when she had a vagina, but the overall impact was so overwhelming that she immediately fell onto her back, breathing heavily next to her special somepony. When she finally had the energy to look over at Pinkie’s smile, though, both of them suddenly erupted into a wild giggle fit, holding onto their stomachs as they laughed not only at themselves, but at each other.
“You look so funny, Spitfire!” the pink mare exclaimed in between chortles. “Do you always have that face when you finish exercising?”
“Shut up!” Spitfire remarked, pushing Pinkie’s arm playfully. “This is my first time doing this!”
Pinkie then turned over onto her chest, resting her chin in her palm as she smiled femininely at her partner. “How long do you think Princess Luna will let you keep your thingamajig?”
“She’ll probably want it back tomorrow morning. It’s a work hazard, you know. Not exactly easy flying with one of these flapping in the wind.”
The earth pony giggled loudly again, making Spitfire’s heart race. She was hoping that Pinkie wouldn’t see her face growing redder, but in that moment, when she looked into Pinkie Pie’s eyes, she realized something that had never really occurred to her before.
“I love you.”
Pinkie’s giggling stopped. “What?”
“I… I think I love you, Pinkie Pie.”
Pinkie tilted her head. “Well that’s silly.”
“It… is?”
Before she knew how to react, however, Pinkie closed her eyes and placed a soft, passionate kiss on the pegasus’s mouth, and as soon as her lips were free, she gently whispered, “It’s silly that you need to think about it. I never think about how much I love you. I just know that I do.”
“So… it’s OK to say it?”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmm!! Why don’t you say it one more time, just to make sure?”
Pinkie fluttered her eyelashes seductively, making Spitfire laugh again. “I love you, Pinkie Pie.”
And with another kiss on the lips, Pinkie interlaced their fingers, held her tight and said, “I love you too, Spitfire.”
