The Super Sexy Party Pony
The Super Sexy Party Pony
Oh man. Ohhhhhh man. Today was your twenty-first birthday. What made that day so special?
Well, not a lot, actually...except the fact alcohol was fully legal for you to drink now. No more adrenaline of sneaking into bars and using a fake ID to swallow half a quart of Hooviet vodka.
You didn't care about that too much, though, because Pinkie Pie told you to meet her at Sugarcube Corner today. And knowing this mare, she had a party of the AGES planned for you. So, despite the terrible heat, you donned your sunglasses and white-trimmed blue jacket with 'IC' embroidered on the chest. Celestia knows what that meant, you just got it as a hand-me-down.
On your way to Sugarcube Corner, you began to notice something odd about the town you loved so much...it was quiet.
Too quiet.
Literally nopony was on the streets today. The market was empty, the parks were silent, and not even the Hayburger (open twenty-four hours) was open.
But then you heard the music.
Giggling like Tree Hugger on magical mushrooms, you skipped off in the direction of the bakery shop. When you arrived, you saw an enormous crowd of ponies gathered around, dancing to some beats that you recognised as Vinyl Scratch's work.
And then, there it was. That hyperactive, adorable pink missile. Pinkie Pie leaped out of the cafe and rammed into you so hard, you thought your spine snapped. You felt like a six-year-old being pounced on by a ferocious tiger outside of his own house.
"Heyaaaaaaa!!!" the Element of Laughter squealed as she hugged you. Your hooves immediately wrapped tightly around this ball of pure sugar rush, and the tighter she hugged, the lower your hooves trailed...directly onto her padded, plush flanks. Did she care where you touched her? Of course not, she knew exactly how you saw her, and was perfectly ok with it.
"Heyyyy Pinkie, I know it's a party, but do you mind le-" you gasped out, only to be interrupted by the sexy pink mare and her little purple dragon friend, who grabbed out microphones and a sheet of paper, and they began singing the loudest song you'd ever heard.
"HAPPY PONY BIRTHDAY
MAGIC PONY BIRTHDAY
FUN PONY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
FUN FUN FUN FUN
PINKIE FLAVOURED BIRTHDAY CAKE
UNICORN WISHES YOU WILL MAKE
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANCE WITH EVERYONE TWO THREE FOUR
BIRTHDAY MAGIC HORN
PARTY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
TWILIGHT PARTY SCHOOL
KINDNESS KINDNESS PONY KINDNESS PARTY
LOYALTY
LIBRARY
HONESTY
FLUTTER SQUEE
LAUGHTER
DO HER AFTER
PRETTY SURE THAT'S EVERYPONY
HAPPY PONY BIRTHDAY
CELLY SCHOOL PARTY
FILLIES EATING CAKE INSIDE THEIR MOUTHS
FRIENDSHIP LESSON NUMBER ONE
NEVER NOT BE HAVING FUN
FILLIES EATING CAKE INSIDE THEIR MOUUUUTTTTHHHSSSS"
And then everypony let out a loud cheer. Your ears may have been destroyed, but you'd never felt better than this. Oh, if only you knew what was to come next for you.
As the guest of honour, everypony parted to allow you into the cafe itself, which was stacked to the ceiling with delicious snacks, various sodas, and enough desserts to give the entire town stage five diabetes. But that didn't stop you from eating your own body weight in those refreshments.
And then you saw it.
Pinkie's five other friends, behind a red rope and sitting together in a corner, were drinking alcohol. You could smell it in the cider from a good distance away. And as you stared hungrily at the delicious liquids, Applejack, the farmer, called out and beckoned you over, slurring her words.
"Heeeeeyyy, ya wanna...ahhh, shhhhit wi' ush?"
Your eyes turned from bright and happy to mildly amused in less than an instant. You could understand any of Pinkie's other friends getting absolutely hammered, but...Applejack? This wasn't like her at all...how hard WAS that cider?
Pinkie hurriedly ran over to where you were standing, tapping on your shoulder, causing you to turn around and look back at her. As soon as you did, she forced your head upwards and poured a glass of hard cider down your throat.
"C'mooooon, it's a party! Don't ya wanna drink a little?"
You gagged, coughing hard when you managed to get your breath back.
"Agghhh, Pinkie...what was THAT all about?! Sheesh, if you want me to drink that bad, I'll do it...but, is AJ ok? She seems...a little-"
Rainbow Dash was the next to shove some alcohol towards you. "You know, if you manage to drink more than I do...Pinkie and I have a little...birthday present for you...now wouldn't THAT be AWESOME?" she grinned, flying up above the table and gently swaying her toned, athletic flanks in the air.
You were still a little apprehensive, but Pinkie's tail lifting a little higher than normal, as well as her cutie marks brushing on your face, was enough to shatter any sort of rational thought you had.
You sat down at the table, next to the gentle, shy yellow pegasus, slamming your empty tankard down onto the table, right as Rarity smacks RD's flank, causing it to ripple sexily.
Rarity wasn't acting much like herself, either...butt, something about Pinkie's expression meant she wasn't kidding about this.
"Pour it. I'm thirsty."
Three tankards later...
You and RD were staring at each othwr dead in the eyes, neither of you backing down an inch, and you were being cheered on by Pinkie herself. You needed to keep going, and not collapse.
For her bubbly, curvy behind, you continued to chug your cider.
Seven tankards later...
You couldn't quite see straight anymore. But judging by the cyan and rainbow mass plopped on the table, you were able to guess that you won the drinking contest. You managed to outdrink Rainbow Dash herself.
It was time to claim your prize. Your sweet, sweet prize.
You managed to force yourself up out of your booth, leaving five VERY drunk ponies behind. Even if you did lay claim to those chiseled pegasus glutes, she wouldn't be able to give them to you properly. So you decided to let Pinkie lead you up the stairs...directly to her bedroom.
Her bouncing in front of you was enough to keep you fit enough to walk. Without her jiggling flanks moving up and down in front of you, you could never even hope to walk straight in this state. Quickly, though, she managed to lure you into her bedroom, and push you onto her bed.
"I think it's time for a little...PRIVATE party," she cooed in your ear. You gasped softly, your head swaying from the massive amount of cider that you ingested. But she went on ahead with her little tease regardless.
She grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup from her mane, her eyes turning even more seductive than they already were. The simple sway of her hips as she approached you closer and closer was enough to wake your member from its slumber, and clear a small amount of haze from your mind.
She placed the syrup on the bedside table, bouncing over to you, her chest landing on yours and knocking the wind out of your lungs. She allowed a deep breath from you before she hugged you tightly and pressed her lips on yours.
Your eyes went wide, your hooves instinctively feeling up this wild, unbelievably sexy mare with every ounce of strength they had. As soon as your hooves gripped around her plush, curvy flanks, you felt her tongue force its way past your lips and into your mouth. She deepened the kiss as far as she could go, and you had no choice but to return her fiery passion, your tongues engaged in the most lustful battle for dominance they could muster.
You felt your face turn a shade of red that Lord Tirek would find embarrassing, and as you broke the kiss with the loving party animal, you opened your eyes and saw that her face was burning hot as well.
But Pinkie's day-brightening, yet seductive smile remained on her face.
"I bet you could tie a cherry stem into a knot, with a kiss like that...but we can discuss that later..." she whispered into your ear. She grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup off the nightstand, pulling herself over to the foot of the bed, giving your painfully-hard member a stare that resembled a gryphon's when they found a slab of grilled meat.
"Mmmhhh, I'm so hungry..." she moaned softly, emptying the syrup in swirls all the way from the hilt of your twitching cock, to the tip. The slight shock from the cold dairy delicacy woke you up slightly more, enough for your eyes to see the strangely non-diabetic mare pressing her lips into your sack, and allowing her tongue to fall free from her mouth.
She stretched it as far out as it would go, firstly focusing on the underside of your length. She once again moaned quite sexily, dragging her agile tongue from the hilt to the medial ring of your stiff member, causing you to groan in delight as the syrup was collected on her tongue.
She bat her eyelashes at you and peppered the middle of your now eclair-esque tool (thanks to the copious amounts of chocolate) with lustful, passionate kisses. Each gentle assault from her soft lips sent unbelievably hot sensations through your entire body, and with each kiss, more cold syrup was sucked off the body of your member.
From there, she swirled her tongue around the entire circumference of your cock, greedily swallowing every drop of syrup that her tongue could grab. Her lips rested on your tip briefly, and you felt just the tiniest glide of her tongue over it.
"Mmmmmm, this stuff is a lot warmer...and tastier..." she murmured quietly. Suddenly, her lips slid over your tip and down your shaft. Due to her freakish supernatural powers, her cocoa-splattered lips were able to engulf your medial ring, and were also able to greedily suck off the rest of the tasty, sugary treat below the middle. You felt her lips hit directly between your legs, and the fact that you were so far buried into her tight throat was driving you absolutely crazy with pleasure.
After a short time enjoying your taste, forcing you to spurt a small amount of pre into her belly, and her tight insides vibrating around your length as she moaned, her tightly-sealed lips slid back off you with a small pop, leaving your member glistening slightly in the dim light of Pinkie's room, and crying out for the welcoming warmth of her gullet.
"BUTT, teehehehehe....I think I promised you something else..." she finally finished. She bounced upwards, quickly turning to face the other direction, and she grabbed a can of whipped cream out from her tail. She slowly, deliberately, sprayed the cream in the shape of a heart, the halfway point of said heart meeting directly above her small, adorable tailhole.
You began to thrust upwards clumsily, but she held your legs still and took a seat quickly, directly on your face. Now your voice was muffled, but your face was in heaven. All that existed were the squishy, curvy pink flanks obscuring your vision.
But you knew what needed to happen.
You dragged your tongue directly between the soft surfaces of her flanks, up and down, and grabbed onto them for dear life. Your hooves sunk into them so easily, it was like they'd never seen strain or exercise in their life.
While rubbing your flanks in circles around the balloons of her cutie marks, you plunged your tongue directly into the snug hole of flesh, catching some of the dripping whipped cream on your tongue. You felt her jolt and tense up, and could sense her hoof furiously rubbing herself.
Judging by how much of her fluids were dripping down onto your chest and neck, she was incredibly close to the edge. You doubled down your efforts, tonguing her tailhole with a hunger that rivalled Rainbow Dash's for competition, making sure it was slick and glistening, ready for you...whether this party pony wanted it or not. She teased you too much to stop now.
An obviously powerful orgasm rocked Pinkie Pie's sensitive body as you dragged your tongue around the dock of her tail, and rubbed her wide, sexy flanks together. But she barely even took seconds to calm down from her intense ecstasy, and pushed herself up off your face. Her head turned towards you as she held your legs down, and she was grinding her right flank on your achingly-hard member.
"I hope you're ready to cum to the mane event," she giggled, and then held your cock still with her hooves. Inch by inch, she managed to squeeze your wildly throbbing shaft into the unbelievably tight depths of her flank. Despite the ridiculous tightness back there, she was still able to glide down your member easily, due to her magical lip work on you, and your tongue bath on her back entrance.
With only a few small grunts of pain, she managed to cram your entire member back there, her bubbly flanks pressed between your legs. You let out a loud, lustful moan of her name, spurting a little bit of pre into her snug, yet welcoming tunnel.
You began to thrust into Pinkie with all your drunken might, and she coordinated her return thrusts perfectly to meet your upward thrusts, for maximum hypnotic bouncing and rippling of her soft surfaces. You couldn't take much more of her teasing, or her expertise in bed. The desire for her flanks to be yours was simply too strong for you to last long with her.
The muscles inside her flanks were able to squeeze differing parts of your shaft in various intervals, driving you crazy with the unpredictability of where she was going to pleasure you next. Outside her flanks, the fine pink fur, combined with the slickness of both you and her from earlier, enabled her to glide with ease, faster and faster, up and down your cock.
Her tail suddenly wrapped around your right leg, and the tip of the squiggly coarse tail started to tease your sack. This was all that was needed to push you over the edge. A simple tease.
You cried out loudly in bliss, throwing your head into the pillow and arching your back. Heavy shot after heavy shot of your warm, sticky seed made its way from your member and into her randomly-tightening depths, and your hooves made sure to clamp down on her cutie marks as hard as they possibly could. Her flanks in your hooves, combined with the nearly painful snugness that was causing, was enough to milk nearly triple the fluids of a normal orgasm out of you.
Halfway through the explosive ecstasy running through you, you began to smash your lap against her adorable, soft flanks, driving yourself as deep as possible into her perfect body, and making sure none of your seed could escape her flank.
Once you finally managed to calm yourself down, gasping, you managed to drag the covers over yourself and Pinkie, hooves selfishly groping and roaming her flanks, making sure she knew they were yours. She looked back at you, grinning weakly and staring into your eyes with her bright blue ones, gently pushing your hooves off her flanks.
"H-hehe...ummm...shouldn't we get back to the party now...?" she said, trying to wriggle herself off your firmly-erect member. "I-I mean...if you're too tired..."
You yanked the party mare back into your grasp, impaling her flank fully on your member once again and causing her to grunt in pain, giggling. She was just too sexy to let go of.
"A-alright then, this'll be our little party for a while...happy birthday...love you..."
You lovingly, yet passionately kissed the back of her neck in response, too tired to hold your eyes open.
Author's Note
My friend may not love feet like I do, but he still deserves a nice present for turning 21. Make sure to watch me for more heated and sexy foot times.
And if you don't, that's just fine. You can get drunk on cider in the corner alone.