Ancient Equine Analysis 2: The Second Course

It was not a common proclivity of ponykind to excel at the pursuing and seduction of human men. Ask anyone, and they would assure you a pony's talents lay foremost in munching oats, whinnying, et al.

Up until now, this had never been a problem before. Bio-droid pony fillies had always found their human sex partners very accommodating in that regard, all the ponies had ever needed to do was assume everyone's favourite position: the lowering of the forequarters, the raising of the doughy, soft hindquarters, and the slow, teasing spreading of the backlegs, the lifting of the tail... and so on. And why wouldn't they? It was a simple gesture, easy to do, and it only took a moment out of their day.

And if he wanted to spend some time doing some other stuff after? Well, why not let him? Usually it ended with the pony face-down in a puddle of her own squirted juices, dripping with semen inside and out, and who could ever say no to that?

All in all, it definitely felt like the ponies were getting the better end of the deal here. Food, a roof over their heads, and a big hard cock messing up their insides on a daily basis? Any filly would be tripping over herself to sign up for that deal!

Pinkie in particular had always enjoyed it. The balloon-butted babe had the biggest donk in Ponyville once upon a time, and was used to receiving no shortage of stares as she waddled her way home from the cake shop every day. She knew people liked to look, and she liked to show off, especially when the position felt so pleasing to assume.

Physically, because it made her cake-padded rump settle on her haunches in a rather pleasing fashion, letting her experience the truly luscious weight of all those wonderful pounds... to say nothing of giving the pudgy pony's plump pink ponut a chance to breathe.

But, there were other aspects to enjoy, too! Like the showing off! In the venn diagram of Pinkie's favourite things, flashing her butt at passersby managed to fall within parties and surprises, which was probably why whenever someone did see Pinkie's upraised butt suddenly shoved in their face, it was usually accompanied by some of the naughtiest, happiest faces that pony could pull, all as she wiggled and jiggled for them.

Now, Pinkie was no goof. She knew the facts, she had the data. And she knew lots of people loved to see a big, plump, shake-shaking pony-butt. She was a mare with just the right proportions to make a man really sweat.

She felt confident that the sight was almost as good as everything else you could do with it... like taking a nice, long taste, or a bite, dragging your tongue over the creamy, soft contours... or sniffing, getting high off the pheromones just oozing off, a natural aroma Pinkie was proud to announce only got stronger and more potent the bigger her sugar-lump rump grew.

But nothing beat the big one, the best thing of all to do with a pony's ass at the end of a good, hard workday: taking her to task, giving that hypnotic wobbling booty the punishment it deserved, a slap to the cheeks and a long, thick cock deep inside. Turning her ponut into a crater, taking its savoury kisses... doing everything necessary to work off all the aggression built-up over a long day's merciless teasing, leaving her flooded and overflowing with sweet nectar.

All-in-all, Pinkie Pie had become rather used to that push-and-pull (mostly the push), and understood most guys would get the gist if she just gave her services a nice, long advertising... but despite all this, William was being quite the enigma. She'd been staying with him and the other ponies for a week now, and not once in that entire period had he tried to lay a hand on her.

Oh, of course it made sense. She knew Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle were in his bed every night, and she definitely couldn't fault her besties for going after a good thing, but...

Not even one grope to the bubblegum booty? Really?

Pinkie had begun to notice something was odd when she'd came into the kitchen one morning while William made breakfast, planning to make this the day where she presented her 'availability' to him... She'd even gone the extra mile with a few entire minutes of personal grooming, in which she lay on her back on the couch and ran her hooves through her chest floof, and even slicked her mane back with some saliva. Of course it immediately sprung back to its prior ponktastic perfection, but the thought was there.

The big, plump pony arrived around 9 AM, greeting William cheerfully. He smiled as he saw her come in. “Hey there, Pinkie Pie. What’s up?”

She clip-clopped forwards, eyes roving over the various shiny white devices lined up. “Ooh, you know, just... seeing what’s for breakfast!”

William turned around, one hand still clasping a batter-slathered spatula. “I think you’ll be impressed... Won’t be much longer now.”

“Great!”

So William went back to cooking, and Pinkie decided she wanted to watch. So she waddled back to the centre of the room, found a comfy spot, and settled in.

Needless to say, if she had to be careful just walking around, that went doubly for settling down on the floor and getting comfy.

First, Pinkie lowered her back legs carefully, making sure everything was properly apportioned. Then, she slunk her whole body back, slowly but surely transferring her centre of gravity to her considerable nethers.

Finally, with a relieved sigh, Pinkie came to rest on the tiled floor of William's kitchen. While at this point a slimmer pony might be free to recline rather like a cat, Ponk was more used to using her ass as a cushion, and lounged against it one the pleasantly cool tiles.

She got a little more comfy, spreading her back legs further, and almost immediately regretted it when she heard a loud, naughty 'schlorp' from between her legs. Pinkie had no problems having her girthy, powerful ponut in plain view, of course, but perhaps in her excitement she’d settled little too comfortably... and as it sunk in what had happened, the situation gave cause to colour Pinkie’s cheeks.

But really, she had nobody to blame but herself: a glance to Pinkie Pie’s pussy might mislead an onlooker into surmising she was as chaste and virginal as ponies came... but that was a view that would be heavily revised with one glance at her backdoor.

The universal grippers wielded by the other ponies had nothing on this bad bitch! Twilight being able to suction up an LED without damaging it was one thing, but wait till you saw the heavily-muscled chamber buried in Pinkie’s rear do the same... with ten times the power!

Pinkie Pie did so much anal she’d size-queened herself into the proud owner of a giga-donut, a modern miracle of both technical performance and insatiable lewdness, built up over many hours of ‘rigorous physical training’ into a beefy toy that instantly conformed to the shape of a cock. And what was happening now was just... part of having such a highly-developed organ, a well-exercised ponut with suction to compete with any Garfield car window toy. It could suck a cock in and then keep it there until it was good and fully drained.

In other words, Pinkie Pie was stuck to the floor by her hungry butt.

“Eep! What in hooey’s up with this floor?” she gasped.

How could this have happened, anyway...? Was it normal for humans to floor their kitchens with... with pony-ass flypaper?!

William looked up. “Did you say something, Pinkie?”

Sweating bullets, Pinkie played it cool: “Naw, of course not! Everything’s peachy-keen over here!”

Then when he turned back she spent a few moments trying to lift her ass off the floor. Each time it suctioned back down again immediately.

It’s even hungrier than normal... she thought to herself despairingly. Well, not like I can help it... Hangin’ out with a guy like Willy is gonna set it off...

The pink pony's expression changed to one of concentration as she continued to buff her ample hindquarters around the floor in an effort to free herself... only to sit stock-still when William glanced over again.

"Everything okay, Pinkie?”

"Oh, totally!" Pinkie laughed. "Just doin’ regular, everyday pony stuff over here!" She poked her tongue out as she concentrated, writing out her name on the floor in butt-wiggles.

He arched an eyebrow, wondering if something was up. When she continued to grin sheepishly with beads of sweat running down her forehead, he reliably stepped in to fill the gap in understanding. "... Are you stuck?”

“KIIIIINDA?” Pinkie shot back, voice rising an octave higher.

“How the... How’d you even get stuck like that?” he asked.

Come to think of it, how had she?

“Just... getting used to this floor, I guess...!”

He shrugged it off. Pinkie needed his help.

Seizing Pinkie by her front hooves, William braced one foot a little further back than the other and tugged with all his strength. Pinkie put her back into it too, even as she did her best to keep a straight face as her poor booty was stretched and strained. Long moments of intensive labour stretched out as a grown human man wrestled against the full power of Pinkie's ponut... and nearly came up short.

But finally, with a comedy 'ploik!’ straight out of a cartoon, the airtight seal was broken, depositing an ahegaoing Ponk face-first between William’s legs. She lay quietly, waiting for her booty to stop stinging even as William slowly set about climbing to his feet.

Oh! This was her chance!

Moving like an excitable puppy that just smelled a bone, Ponk skittered around on the linoleum to turn about-face, assuming the position... She might not always know the most about human cultures and customs but she felt for sure he’d probably feel like plugging an asshole right about now! So, with an energetic wag of her plus-sized tail, the pink one prepared to raise an equally plus-sized booty in William's direction.

“Wew...” William grunted suddenly. “So I guess you didn’t have to cook at your old place or anything, huh...?”

“Oh! Uhh...” His question caught Pinkie off-guard enough that she dropped her butt back to the floor. “Well, uh...”

“We had a bunch of cook staff, so - ” Suddenly, Pinkie froze. Almost let it slip! Rather than say another word, the little pony clapped her hooves to her mouth.

“So...?”

Looking out for any opportunity to talk about something else, Pinkie got up on all fours. “Heeeey, so like um uh... I wooooooonder what Rainbow Dash and Twilight are up to! Let’s go find ‘em!”

And then she was off out the door as fast as her pudgy little legs could carry her.

So much for that. Getting stuck on the floor, while an impressive achievement in itself, had proven to ultimately be her undoing, and the moment had passed.

Thankfully for Pinkie Pie, in times of strife all ponies had a fallback mechanism hard-coded into them that never failed to see them through to a solution... and enough hijinx to pad out your typical 22-minute episode.

That's right! It was time to take bad advice from other ponies!

And when it came to bad advice, nopony topped Rainbow Dash. Pinkie waddled around the house for some time trying to locate her pegasus chum, before finally stumbling on her out in the garage seeing how hard she could buck a bag stuffed with sand hanging from the ceiling. Pinkie reclined for a time, feeling like she'd had a whole day's exercise just watching, before finally broaching the question she wanted to ask:

"Rainbow?"

"Yuhuh?" asked Rainbow, not pausing in her assault.

"How do I get William to look my way?"

Rainbow had been just about to hurl herself into the bag full-force, when Pinkie's question saw her skidding to a halt, kicking up dust clouds despite being in mid-air. "Look your way? You mean, like... notice you?"

"Yuhuh," Pinkie teased, echoing her pal's prior inflection.

Rainbow landed in front of her, giving the other pony a curious look. She planted one hoof on a spare basketball, rolling it around in a circle. "Hmmm... Well, I've known William longer than anyone... and I can say what he likes best is a sporty pony. A speedster, like me! So try that!"

"Gee Dashy, I dunno..." mused Pinkie. "I think I ate a few too many cupcakes to be able to do some of the stuff you do..."

But Rainbow was cool as a cucumber. She swagged it out, tilting her head and sweeping her hooves. "Just fake it till you make it, bro. Look the part and he won't know the difference. I even got some old lycra you can borrow if you want."

"Ooooh! Stretchy!"

Rainbow puffed her fringe up with a little huff, pulling one of the many classic RBD goblin faces. "Yeah, you darn well better be."

Which was how, just an hour later, William found himself not at home in his comfy room, but unexpectedly plopped onto his local tennis court, opposite a simply spectacular Ponk. Following Rainbow's advice, Pinkie had dressed for success, with every teasing detail planned out in advance. This time it was a sure thing.

She really did look mouth-watering. Of course, Pinkie looked pretty nice most days, but a little theming always helped tease interest out of a man... and today’s theme was tennis bimbo. The ‘horny housewife special’ any sophisticated lady fell back on when she needed an excuse to wear a polo shirt, pleated miniskirt and no panties.

And that wasn’t even accounting for how this fashion choice looked on Pinkie’s rosy-pink derriere! Not only did the perky pony have a habit of strutting just so as to raise her patoot high in the air, but her hefty raised tail did its fair share of work too. Coupled with her hindquarters redefining wide load back there - wobbling assets engulfing the tops of her stripey white socks, she seemed intent on raising the question as to whether some distant ancestor of hers had been part shelf.

Was that it? Had Pinkie's grandma been knocked up by some handsome homewares at some point in the past? Her storage capacity was without compare!

Either way, as Pinkie strutted up and down the court, skirts a-swishing, it was impossible to not get a glimpse of the gooey, steamy, inviting folds within. The stiff skirt put paid to that, Pinkie’s pink puffy ponut permanently on display.

In short, Pinkie Pie's flanks, curves and bumps were as obscene as could be, and she knew how to make those wiggles work. This plan was a sure thing. All she had to do now was fawn over William, wiggle her butt in the air... maybe even shamelessly tug her top down a little to teasingly reveal a little chest floof here and there!

Then, next thing you knew, they'd be hitting the showers, and he’d be hitting that ass! Pinkie was gonna show William the deepest, tightest hole he'd ever find outside of extreme caving! Mm-hm!

And it worked, to begin with. William was spellbound while he was getting ready, setting up some device or another...

“What’s that?” she asked, watching him launching a small drone into the air.

“Oh, well, it’s a drone... I thought we could record our matches for posterity, I’m sure a lot of ponies would wanna see it. Look, there’s even a livestream function so people can watch us as we play,” he said with a smile.

Pinkie nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah! You got a lot of fans... Ooh, maybe I should’ve worn panties then...”

He laughed, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure it’s nothing anypony hasn’t seen before, right?”

He fidgeted with it for a few seconds longer, before launching the drone into the air. He looked relieved to be done, since he’d much rather be checking out Pinkie right now.

And he did, he gave it to her alright. As Pinkie waggled her way up and down the court, returning his serves with poise and alacrity, she definitely had William’s full attention.

Really, as they played back and forth, it should have been easy to find a moment where she could twist William’s interest to her advantage, seducing him in some manner or another... but somehow Pinkie just wasn’t able to concentrate on that! In the end, the problem wasn’t with him... but with her.

As she scored yet another point that sent her companion packing, she found a stray thought making its way sideways into her head: why was this so fun?!

She’d heard about human sports here and there, and had a working knowledge of how many of them were played, but actually participating herself was a whole other thing! She looked more determined than ever as she firmly clutched her racquet in her mouth, working her butt off for each volley as she hurtled around the field.

Knowing she was giving William a run for his money, knowing she was driving him to put in his best... Ooh! She couldn’t believe how good it felt! She felt like whipping herself to even greater speeds, taking the pace and running away with it. She'd never had a chance to get this serious in a contest before, and something about the look of concentration on William's face just made her want to take it even further.

That was it! Pinkie wanted to win. She could win! Heck, she could have taken on Dashy with how she felt right now!

“Hold on a second!” she called to William, right before she darted court-side, retrieving a pair of hair scrunchies from her things. Pinkie sat down and began working them into her mane even as she poked her tongue out in concentration.

Now that was more like it! When Pinkie got back on her toes, her mane was piled up a pair of bouncy puffs, all the better to keep it restrained and out of her eyes. Couldn't have points slipping her by because she couldn't see where she was going.

So you bet she tied it up! This pony might be here to score, but she was here to play, too!

And poor William did his best, but the pink blur in front of him was setting a mean pace. "Come on, let's go!" Pinkie called playfully, right before smacking the ball high in the air and taking off like a rocket after it.

Which was, naturally, when the scales tipped for the accident-prone pony and her human opponent. Pinkie had a habit of letting her desires come out through her actions - even unconsciously - and today was no different! So as she rocketed into the air, high over Williams’ head, she swung for the airborne ball... and missed catastrophically.

“W - Wuh-oh!” Pinkie cried, suddenly losing all her momentum as her racquet whooshed through empty air. She twisted as she flew, trying to take a second pass at it, which just screwed her trajectory yet further still.

Next thing she knew and she was hurtling towards William like the world’s pinkest thwomp.

“Ahhhh!”

“Ahhhhhhheeheeheehee!”

The crash must have been heard for miles around, and the resulting dust cloud seen for just as far. It was like a nuclear bomb went off. And when the dust finally cleared, it was a thoroughly-dizzied Pinkie that raised her head and began to attempt to gather her senses.

It felt like... something was poking her in the butt. And you might assume it would take Pinkie a while to feel anything through all the truly ridiculous amounts of padding, but you’d be wrong! Quite the opposite, in fact, her rear end was sensitive enough she’d have been able to feel a pin dropping on it. And probably have had to stifle a moan of pleasure at that. And if anyone ever actually groped her buns? You bet she’d be climaxing on a hair trigger.

So of course she got a goofy little smile as the whatever-it-was continued squoosh (Was that a word? Pinkie decided it should be) against her bulging shelf of pastel-pink pony booty. “Mmmhhhahaha, what’s going on back there, huuuuh~?”

Then hands gripped her ass, and she lost any pretense of dignity. Eyes hooded, tongue unfurled, a generously slutty moan escaped the pony pal’s mouth. “Uoooooh... Willy...!”

William was on his back on the tennis court, and Pinkie was straddling him. She had a back-leg hoof resting near either shoulder... which meant her big, round, pink booty was directly into his face.

“Oopsy.” What else could she possibly have said after hurling her dumptruck ass directly onto her human owner’s face midway through a tennis game? This went beyond just a mere foul, right?

And in his grogginess, William had steadied his hands on it... or maybe he was just conditioned to grab fat pony ass when it was in his face?

Either way, he was in for it now...

Much has been said about Pinkie Pie's booty up to this point. And much will continue to be said. And as the possessor of Ponyville's biggest, roundest, heaviest dang rump, she deserves all of it and more. But despite William's time with Pinkie Pie - especially over the last few hours! - having made him intimately familiar with the pony's fat rump and ponut, having it shoved right in his face still proved to be a totally breathtaking new experience, totally divorced from anything he’d experienced so far.

Frankly, it wasn't for ass-amateurs. Any regular guy would be demolished in a flash, one sniff of her earthy scents enough to make him cream his pants in a flash. William was thoroughly experienced with big pony butts at this point and still even he felt like he was gonna lose it!

Two big cheeks, each larger than one of his pecs, able to engulf his whole upper body in a prison of ass-flesh if Pinkie so wished. Glossy, paint-coloured balloon Cutie Marks, one on either cheek, rippling and rolling like banners in the wind every time that enormous chunk of ass-meat jiggled. And the ponut, that big, pronounced, frankly fat asshole of hers nestled between... but more like so big it pushed her buttcheeks apart. It forced itself to be acknowledged with sheer size and girthiness.

A fat fuckin' ponut for a fat fuckin' pony.

William could lose an entire arm in there. It could tighten on his hand and schlorp him down to the shoulder in a single muscle contraction if Pinkie wanted. Such power should not be lightly tampered with.

At first William only thought of freeing himself from Pinkie’s weight and getting her off of him... or at least, that’s what the forefront of his mind was saying, anyway. The polite part of his brain.

Obviously, the side of his mind obsessed with fucking, mating and claiming females had a lot of other different thoughts rising to the forefront! Just because he already had two fat ponuts on tap didn’t mean he’d pass up an opportunity to squeeze and molest and bite down on a third thick flesh-pipe.

“G - Guhhhh...” Best he could manage at the moment as the cotton-candy tones of Pinkie’s perfumed rear felt like they were digging into his brain by way of his crotch. His shaft was rising to attention in no time flat, the visual stimuli of a giggling pony with a fully cheeked-up rump more than enough to titillate this perv like nothing else.

So he reached for her butt. Ostensibly to lever her off of his body, he told himself. But... it didn’t really play out like that in reality.

Clasping one of Pinkie's simply stellar booty mounds in either hand, William found his hands starting to play with her, squeezing and fondling all of their own accord. Pinkie Pie looked surprised for a second, but then giggled and grinned even wider along with him. “Oh, Willy! Feel something you like back there, hunkeroonie?”

“Well, as long as you’re back there... I should mention I really worked up a sweat on the court earlier... You probably don’t wanna find out what a hot, sweaty pink pony’s big fat butt smells like by sticking your nose right up her chute, amirite? Hee hee hee~!”

Pinkie couldn’t have been wrong if she’d tried. But she knew it. And William knew there was nothing he would rather be doing right now.

“Mmmmaybe just a little sniff...” he groaned, resolve passing him by at the speed of sound. In his dazed state, being face-first in pony ass felt like the only thing that mattered.

Pinkie wobbled her butt back at him, swaying from side to side, poking her tongue out. "Give it a sniff! Do that, then we can start the main event!"

The main event, huh...? Well, now she had his curiosity piqued. He leaned forward and did as bade... and the smell, sure enough, almost immediately knocked him dead. Pinkie Pie had a deep, strong natural smell that curled his toes and made his dick throb so hard it bordered on painful. A meaty body like hers produced plenty of strong aromas, and nowhere were they more pronounced and detailed and just... complex... than here. Sweaty pony assmeat, ripe and juicy, laced with a cocktail of pheromone scents that - once upon a time - would have needed to be strong to penetrate even a stallion's thick head and tell him it was breeding time. Rousing a horse to attention needed an approach with all the subtlety of a club, and right now Pinkie was definitely clobbering William with enough pheromones to get her mounted by every stallion for miles around.

Add millennia of breeding processes, and amp it up with the best science had to offer, and the effect was drug-like. Earlier William had assumed he’d be able to remain gentlemanly around Pinkie, but...

But now his cock was so hard it ached. Pinkie oohed and aahed as the bulge in his shorts rose to greet her, prodding it with a spongy hoof. She giggled as it sprang and wobbled.

"Seems like there's something really good between a human guy's legs... You wouldn't know anything about that now, would'ya? Something you've been sticking in all my pony pals to make 'em go cross-eyed?!"

William was still dazed, barely able to answer her question as he started burying his face between her cheeks: "Geez, how ridiculous... I can't think of anything like that..."

"Are you suuuure, Mister? 'Cause I think you've been fucking a lot of ponies with something big'n'hard for months now, training them till they can't get enough!" Pinkie continued teasing him as she sat on his belly, massive, thick thighs to either side of him. She was gyrating rather nicely on his stomach, mixing in a few fat-bottomed bounces for good measure. Pinkie meant business! And she showed it as she kept at him, poking his crotch all over with her enormous fluffy tail.

All this raunchy talk made something creep back into William’s mind... Something about it being a bad idea to be doing this out in public. But the cotton candy smell made it really hard to focus on anything other than what he was doing right now. What Pinkie was treating him to.

"Mmmh... Alright, alright, I’m hard... Nnnh... How could I not be...?" he groaned.

Pinkie was so overjoyed her tongue poked halfway out. She was grinning like a maniac as she looked back at him... things had worked out even better than she’d planned! "Now... You can have a nice little snack, buddy! Eat it!"

But while the idea was very familiar to Pinkie, William looked a little more startled. He’d never done this sort of thing with a pony before!

But...

Her asshole sure was big. Even in his head he'd always thought pony butts looked like a big, thick, juicy, backside-dominating donut sandwiched between two basketballs... Or more like two stability balls, in Pinkie's case.

And he did like donuts.

So... what was the harm?

Maybe under any other circumstances he’d have questioned his instincts, but the smell of her body felt wired directly to his crotch and his stomach, overwhelming his senses, making him curiouser and curiouser by the moment. Pretty soon he was raring to go.

"Mmmmhhhh..." He went for it. And Pinkie bit the underside of her mouth, eyes rolling back in her head with joy.

William dove hungrily in, driving his face into Pinkie Pie's ass, letting her buttcheeks mash down on either side of his face. He just kept on pressing forwards until she must have had a big ol’ imprint of his features on her flesh back there.

Then he stretched his tongue out... touched down on her creamy buttflesh... crested over her ponut... and tasted. Pinkie’s. Ass...

... and moaned like a dummy at how good she tasted. It matched the wildly wonderful smell beat for beat, as rich and flavourful as anything he'd get served up in a 5-star restaurant. This butt couldn’t be beat!

“Mmmppphhhh! ♥” What else could he say at this point, after all? There was a booty filling his mouth, and the best one at that.

William continued sliding his tongue around the rim, groaning, moaning, grateful to taste something so creamy and yet simultaneously so potent. Eventually he even let his tongue dip inside... and found a whole new bouquet of flavours waiting for him. A little more acrid and sweaty... harder-edged? He retreated for just a second to the relative ‘safety’ of the outer rim... but oh, not for long! A second later and he embraced it all over again, swirling his tongue around the inside and outside of her ponut, scooping up every droplet of sweat Pinkie Pie wanted to feed him. His white-knuckled grip on Pinkie’s rump tightened and she squealed, pushing back against his tongue as it slipped inside.

Nice and deep. A mesmerizing taste. His cock felt ready to burst through his pants.

Pony ass was delicious! Why had he held off so long on this?

And Pinkie just cooed. There probably wasn't a single thing he could do to her ass she wouldn't like, frankly.

William opened his mouth a little wider, leaning in, when suddenly he gripped the outer rim gently between his teeth. Pinkie immediately started wiggling faster, hissing through her teeth... but seeing she made no urge to stop him he grew bolder and started chewing harder. Pinkie bucked like a maniac as William’s teeth sank into the big, prominent bulge of her butthole; she started scrabbling for purchase, fighting to not be overwhelmed by the sensation of him taking a nice bite out of her. Her bucking grew more frantic as William worked his way all around it in a circle... and when he finally finished with a few teasing licks, she'd had enough: the Pie daughter arched her back, squealed, and buried her face in his chest, head swathed deep in her own mane as she grunted and groaned through her first William-induced anal orgasm, but definitely not her last. Within moments, she was reduced to a shuddering mess of twitchy hormones, her face cycling through a dozen demented expressions a second as she squealed, clung to him, shook... and finally looked up with a panting, fucked-out expression.

Teeth marks ringed Pinkie’s asshole, and judging by the look on her face she deeply felt every one. And when her marshmallow-y skin started to naturally regress to its smooth unbroken pinkness, every indent vanishing as if it had never existed in the first place, his cock lurched again. William saw it, Pinkie felt it. Both loved it.

Finally, William could take it no longer. He had to see what else this hole could do. So he opened his mouth alllll the way and dove in one last time, mashing his lips to Pinkie's rear end, fitting his mouth to her ponut in a naughty little smooch. He stayed stuck to Pinkie's ass like that for a minute or more, giving her booty passionate kisses that streamed together, a long, sloppy makeout with the naughtiest part of any pony. He kissed again and again, dipping his tongue inside, snorting her scent as he lapped up her sweat, losing his mind to the mesmerizing nature of it all. He felt like the stallion she'd been born to seduce, huffing her musk as he whinnied and fucked the air, clinging to Pinkie's ass like a drowning man.

Wet smack followed wet smack, his intoxication crept higher. He swirled his tongue around and around Pinkie's insides, faster and faster, a changed man, even more of a booty-fiend than before. He had to thank Pinkie... she'd turned him on to eating ass in a big, big way, and made him about as hungry for a cutie's rear end as a man could possibly be. He didn't just want to keep eating her ass now, he wanted to taste Rainbow and Twilight's butts, too!

But for the moment... he just wanted to keep chewing, tongue, grinding and squeezing the fat fucking slutbutt in front of him until the cows came home.

Of course Pinkie orgasmed again. Her butt was the most sensitive part of her body by far, and she'd spent all week dreaming about William eating her ass. Of course she was going off like a firecracker! And through it all, William clung to her butt with an obscene look on his face, snorting her body until it felt high off Pinkie’s fumes. Until his entire brain was stuffed with her ripe booty-aroma. He huffed and huffed and huffed and his dick got harder and harder and harder... until nature just, you know, ran its course!

"Uuuuuu!" he groaned, hips rising, suddenly and forcefully pulling Pinkie's ass into his face, cutting off oxygen, light, sound, making his whole world balloon-covered ass. He drank it in and drained his balls down the leg of his shorts, firing a triumphant salute to his total and utter conversion to her ass-slave, while his tongue ran rings around the pipe of pony-meat buried in Pinkie's ass that he'd fallen so utterly in love with.

Then he fell right back onto the bed, face stickier than ever with Pinkie's love juices. She giggled, and crowned her new booty-king the best way she knew how: sitting right down on his face and grinding him down into the tennis court until he was totally buried. It was easy when you had as much plump as she did.

"Heehee... You're a natural, Billy! Next, why don’t we...”

Click.

William and Pinkie Pie both froze. Her with bewilderment, and him with a sudden flash of memory.

Oh no.

That was the thing he’d forgotten. The drone. Recording their match. Streaming their match. Now every last pony watching from home probably had an all-too-real tingling sensation in the shelf of her donk from watching William eat out Pinkie’s ass... and those thousands of ponies would be needy for similar attention.

They’d also just seen him blow a fat fucking load of thick human seed all down his shorts and his leg from the act of eating said pony ass.

Fuck.

William picked up Pinkie, groaned in dismay, and - with his face shining red as a beat - barreled straight into the house.