Far as the eye could see, revelers packed the night time streets, many of them tourists who arrived from all over to celebrate. The air filled with the scent of sweat and alcohol, a multitude of colorful costumes and the brilliance of popped fireworks almost blinding. However for someone like Pinkie Pie not just any party would do; this was surely a time to go all-out!
Wearing a stylized butterfly mask, a string bikini that matched her bright curls, booty shorts, and sandals, she made her way down a path overrun with parade floats, dancers, and other various entertainers, the medley of voices and music overwhelming. She beamed and waved while making her way past, headed away from the main district to a more private section.
What better way to commemorate her eighteenth birthday? She figured if this truly was a fertility festival, she might as well go all-the-way! Cutting through an alley, she soon arrived into a much seedier section of the city. Bits of debris lined the way, whoops and cheers sounding. “Show-us-your-tits! Show-us-your-tits,” came the refrain from a crowd of boys.
The girls there were all too happy to, lifting their shirts and letting bared tits flop down with a bounce. Beads were tossed their way, mostly cheap plastic trinkets, while they were filmed from every angle by dozens of camcorders and cellphones.
“Wowee,” mumbled Pinkie to herself with wide eyes. “Isn't that Soursweet?!” Her bulbous breasts appeared to fall out in slow motion, a freckled pair with wide nipples, jiggling and smacking together. She practically salivated at the sight.
Unsatisfied with just the sight of SourSweet's luscious tits, Pinkie sneaked up through the throng of boys, many of which were tossing beads or gawking, and squatted down behind the oblivious girl. “Oopsy-daisy,” shouted Pinkie who yanked down Sweet's skirt and panties to her ankles, giving her an unobstructed worm's eye view of her ass and pussy. “Hey, it's freckled too!” She ignored Sweet's glare over her shoulder, landing a swat on her plush sweet cheeks which wobbled.
“Ugh.” Realizing the damage was done, Sour-Sweet shrugged out of her clothes to the delighted jeers of her observers.
“Looks like fun!” Pinkie undid the string of her top, letting her own even more ample milkjugs wobbled free. The gelatinous orbs smacked together, and she posed with a shit-eating grin, soaking in the leers with a snort and giggle.
Getting into the spirit of things, she followed by shaking her wide hips and asscheeks, shimmying out of her shorts which were kicked aside. SourSweet openly pouted, her thunder stolen, while Pinkie bent forward, breasts hanging and swaying when she slowly peeled down her bikini bottoms, offering them a view of her tight asshole and puffy snatch, pinker than she was.
Grabbing SourSweet's hand, she started to make her way through the masses. “Don't be shy, boys! Touch all you want!”
Hands roamed over their supple curves from all directions. Titties and buttocks were slapped, squeezed, kneaded, their slits stroked to wetness, the drooling crowds of guys unable to resist. Soon they were lifted up, crowd-surfacing. “Whee~”
“Okay,” admitted SourSweet with a roll of her eyes and a laugh. “This isn't so bad!”
“Huh, I recognize a lot of these guys from back in highschool!” Pinkie made it her business to befriend everyone she could, putting names to all the faces around her. “Guess they wanted to celebrate the same way I did!”
By the time the two of them came down they were a sweaty, bedraggled mess, huffing and covered in red spank marks. “Well, that was fun, but...umph?!” SourSweet was cut off when Pinkie grabbed and pulled her close, their breasts smashing together when their lips locked. She melted into her advances, their tongues wrestling, their hands wandering aimlessly.
Pinkie knew they wanted a show, she wanted to get laid, and Soursweet appeared receptive; so why not kill three birds with one stone? She sank onto the street with her, messily making out all the while, until she had her prey on her back, heaving and blushing. Giving her no quarter, she parted the girl's legs, sliding forward on her bottom until their moist pussies kissed.
Juices trailed in ribbons between inflamed lips, their swollen clitorises squirming on contact with noisy wet squelches. SourSweet rammed her own hips, meeting Pinkie each time they scissored, a tangle of legs and breasts beaded with perspiration that rolled down in droplets each time they bounced.
The contents of beer cans and bottles were poured over their slick, shiny skin, smooth and soft as it caught the glint of pale moonlight that shone from above while they fucked each other senseless.
Rough hands groped them all over, but Pinkie and Sour only had eyes for each other at the moment.
Doing this in public before an audience, being filmed, having sex with a girl she barely knew; it all combined to make her loins heat up and her body tingled all over. Their slimy clams continued to make out, meaty pussy lips squishing and slathering, juices running down their tight, hot pink assholes. They helped claw at their partner's tits and ass, furthering their stimulation.
Squeals erupted from Soursweet when Pinkie started to suck on each of her individual fingers, taking each one all the way in, then letting them loose with a pop and leaving them drenched in saliva. “O-oh, Pinkamena~”
Moist squelches sounded with each hip thrust, thighs jiggling under repeated impacts. A puddle of feminine nectar collected under their sticky asscheeks. Heated tremors rippled throughout their nethers, and the two clenched their teeth with a groan, fuckholes clenched when spatters of womanly honey turned to a deluge that sprayed their shrieking partner.
Pinkie waved amidst her climax, the blissful contortions of her face captured in closeups. SourSweet was similarly filmed, and they rode out a series of multi-orgasms, finally breaking apart when the over-stimulation proved too much to bear.
“F-fuck...that was intense,” admitted SourSweet between pants with a stupefied grin.
“It sure was! What a way to celebrate!” Pinkie flashed peace signs with both hands and smirked wide.
Clambering to her feet and helping her new friend up, Pinkie held Sour's hand and went for another stroll through the mass of bodies. "I'm sure the other Shadow Bolts are slutting it up elsewhere," mumbled SourSweet with a grimace.
Again they were spanked and molested, ample flesh slick and shiny with feminine release slathering their curves; but they simply laughed and slowly made their way down the streets, satisfied with the start of their little vacation.
