Audition!

Audition! Pt.2

Pinkie Pie slowly turned the knob to the room that she and Twilight had shared for the extent of this trip to Manehattan, which begs the question why she bothered to tell the director that she knew everyone in Ponyville, which was completely irrelevant here. Either way, it may have been all for naught since she might not get the part of Pinkie Pie. She sullenly stumbled into the hotel suite and collapsed onto the bed, allowing herself to brood in the grief that she had felt over her disappointing audition. She’d also taken much longer than needed when getting back home for it had been roughly ten A.M. when she had left and was now well past sunset.

Twilight was sitting in a chair reading contently when Pinkie had, much to her surprise, calmly walked in a fell to bed. She quickly noticed the off shades in her girlfriend’s hair and knew something was wrong. She set the bookmark in place, got up out of her chair, and went to lay in bed next to her lover.

“What’s the matter Pinkie? Did something happen on the way home?” Twilight cooed in a caring, even mistakenly maternal tone.

“Huu…I don’t want to talk about it.” Pinkie whispered voice still ripe with disparity as she turned away from Twilight.

“Pinkie, don’t be stubborn! Let me help you, not as a good friend, but your girlfriend okay? You should be able to tell me anything right?” Twilight gripped Pinkie shoulders, as she was now lying on her side, and began to give them a vigorous massage.

“I…I might not have gotten the part…” Pinkie voice now dreary and dead, she’d just confessed to facts she was trying to suppress the entire day. But she didn’t have long to be chill and cold…

Twilight had enveloped her partner in her warm embrace, arms wrapped tight around her, hand maybe caressing Pinkie’s breast a little too.

“I know how much that meant to you, and I’m really sorry that they didn’t pick you right off the spot. You practiced months for that role, I was there with you when you did it! But don’t cry yet Pinkie, I have just the thing to get your spirits up.”

“Really? What?” But instead of an answer, all Pinkie got was a blinding flash of magic. She was about to ask one of many possible questions, but Twilight simply hushed her up and reached down for her nether region to caress her fine, pink…cock?!

Pinkie jumped back into Twilight at the feel of having her new device stroked, she was fascinated and scared all the same, how had that magnificent tool gotten there?

“I learned some new spells just for us last month, the magic archives aren’t just full of growth magic and teleportation calculations you know. I wanted to save them for a special occasion, or to cheer you up. But with you here it’s still special isn’t it?”

Pinkie remained dumbfounded and speechless, not to mention trapped by the velvet touch of Twilights strokes, a bit of pre-cum already forming on the tip of her dick and wetting a small dot of her panties. That simply would not do however, as Twilight stood up off of the bed and coaxed the still greyed Pinkie into an upright siting position from where she pulled of her panties and tossed them across the room. This allowed for Pinkie member to stand fully erect and Twilight basked in the glory that was unicorn magic.

Twilight hovered close to the tip of Pinkie’s penis, being sure that she got wind of her hot breathing. This sensation sent chills down Pinkie’s spin and served to increase her libido and pull her ever so slightly out of her funk. She proceeded to swivel her tongue around the tip of the magic meat a few times over, before quite suddenly plunging the whole thing deep down her throat. Up and down she bobbed, even though she had no experience with stallions what so ever, Rarity would have been proud of Twilight’s performance, not too slow or too fast.

Pinkie on the other hand, could barely control herself. As each muscle of her love’s throat constricted around her member, as her tongue twisted and turned around the long shaft of which it had to work. The wet warmth and soft muscle around the temporary and because of such, extrasensory nerves was the definition of bliss, heaven on earth. Or Equestria, whatever suites you fancy. Anyway, such pleasure is so simply divine that you simply crave more, and more is what Pinkie wanted.

She stood up off the bed, positioning herself so that her crotch was directly in front of Twilights face and began to thrust. She honestly hadn’t the slightest idea what she was doing, she simply allowed instinct to take over as she worked, and so did Twilight. Twilight could hear the faint moans of contentment as her mate thrusted deep inside her mouth, anything to make her friends happy was Pinkie’s motto, and she could spare the same.

Pinkie could feel herself reaching climax as the muscles of her meat drew tighter and tighter. She pumped mercilessly into her dear friends throat and released hot streams of spunk and a relieved sigh, hair perking back up to its original bright pink before promptly passing out on the bed.

Pinkie awoke to the sound of ringing, wrapped again in the embrace of her love. The pestering ring was her cellphone, but she was in no particular hurry to answer. She stood to find that her hardware had vanished and she again had Mother Nature’s gift to be proud of instead. She barely managed to stumble over to her back pack, where her phone had been left yesterday, to answer it on the final ring before voice mail.

“Hello…?”Pinkie inquired, dream stasis still having quite the hold despite it being high noon.

“Hello Pinkie, you have the part.”

The celebratory festivities were worthy of legend.