Quiver

Pinkie Pie bounded forward in her characteristic bounce, which caused the bed to shake with each landing, drawing even more attention to the sight of her erection flopping as she went

“Hey there!” she greeted the human with her typical manic grin. Her face was, if anything, uncomfortably close to hers.

“Uh, hey!” the human greeted back, smiling awkwardly.

“Oh, sorry! Got a little too close, though, didn’t I?” Pinkie asked rhetorically, backing away. “Um, how should I have done that? Like this?” She extended a hoof to her as if proposing a hoofshake, then shook her head. “No, wait, that’s too formal. Oh, I know! A kiss, right?”

“Yeah!” the human agreed, a sheepish smile on her face. “Starting with a kiss does sound nice.”

“Oh, great!” Pinkie agreed, the happiest of smiles on her face. “Because I like to start having sex with a kiss, too!”

“Small world, huh?” The human broke out into a grin as well, unable to help herself in the face of Pinkie’s infectiousness. “But what kind of kiss?”

“Oh, there’s so many kinds out there! Just like there are so many kinds of cupcakes, I don’t know how I could choose! Bad analogy, though, because I just end up choosing all of them. Or good analogy? But still!”

The human smiled. “Then let’s start with a soft one.”

She pressed her lips gently against Pinkie’s, just enough for her lips to make suction against hers before breaking off with a little pop. She looked into the blue of Pinkie’s eyes, who looked into hers in return. She giggled a low giggle, and Pinkie mirrored her, before she went in for another kiss. Longer this time, just a touch firmer, enough to feel the vacuum in the space between their mouths tug at them just a bit before parting. Enough to feel the softness of those lips against her own.

“Wow, I really like the way you kiss.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Pinkie.” She smiled, and took the pink pony’s hoof in her hand and held it, squeezing it gently. Holding hoof, she kissed Pinkie again, a fairly deep one this time, lasting long enough to feel the contours of its natural ebb and flow, which she accentuated by the pressure she placed on the hoof that she was squeezing.

When the kiss finally broke, Pinkie let out a little gasp as Twilight’s concubine went for her neck next, planting a firm kiss on the spot right underneath her jaw. Then, further down her neck to the point where it met her collar, planting a little belt of kisses around her throat like a decorating necklace. Then, further down her barrel, feeling the softness of Pinkie’s undercoat brushing against her face as she traveled, her hand still holding on to the earthpony’s hoof. Her two hands, since her other hand was now holding on to her other hoof, as her face continued its downward journey. Until she was planting loving kisses on that adorable pony belly, bulging round and full as a consequence of Pinkie’s sitting position. She could already feel the presence of something beautiful just below her. Letting go of Pinkie’s hoof, she wrapped the fingers of her right hand gently around Pinkie’s shaft, and began to brush the tip of her marecock up and down the softness of her own throat as she continued to plant kisses on her belly.

She smiled at the sound of Pinkie’s giggles and looked up, locking eyes with those clear pools of sky-blue, feeling the radiance of that warm and open smile underneath them. Not breaking eye contact, she moved her face off of Pinkie’s belly and guided her marecock to her lips with her fingers. After a lusty inhale of the faint sheen of musk on its shimmering skin, she kissed the tip lovingly, pressing the softness of her lips against the flat, round surface. Then, she wrapped her lips around the head, forming a seal around the perimeter ring, imagining the flesh that ring constrained expanding beautifully into a signal that her imminent reward was to come.

As she began to bob her head up and down, she also started working the remaining length of Pinkie that was not in her mouth with her right hand, using the saliva drooling down from her mouth as lubricant. With her left, she held on to Pinkie’s hoof, using her thumb to draw intimate little circles on the surface of her frog. With her eyes, she made sure that her gaze stayed locked on Pinkie’s own, even as she slowly ramped up the intensity of her movements, working her shaft harder and harder with her hand, lips, and tongue.

She reveled in the slickness of her flesh as she slid in and out of her lips. How the taste and texture of her changed depending on which part of her tongue she was focusing on. How she felt the cavity of her mouth fill and unfill. But above all, she loved that simple, open, uncharacteristically silent smile that Pinkie was giving her from above. That steady happiness in those eyes, which kept tempting her to break into a smile and a laugh of her own, even as she worked. But at last, at long last, it had begun. She could see that Pinkie was trying to keep her eyes open, but could not stop herself from closing them for longer and longer periods as the human’s work reached its fevered crescendo. Pinkie’s wide, happy, smile got even wider and happier somehow, against all logical sense, matching the pleasant flaring of her cock. At this, the human did smile, happily and goofily, as Pinkie began to throb and pulse in her mouth. The body of the pink party planner pony shuddered pleasantly with each rope of pony cum that she produced, painting the human’s palate with her pearly product.

The human was puzzled. The taste and texture were not quite what she had expected from pony cum. It was sweeter. A good deal sweeter, actually. Not to mention the consistency, which reminded her of, well, cupcake icing. As she swallowed, and felt the bolus of pony cum make its way down her throat, she confirmed that she was not imagining things.

“Um, Pinkie?” she asked worriedly, lifting her face up from between Pinkie’s thighs.

The pink pony smiled at her softly through the haze of her orgasm. “?” she asked.

“Just, uh, how many of those cupcakes do you eat a day?”

Pinkie blinked, and pondered that for a second. “I don’t know!” she said. “Seven?”

“Really?” The human pressed “X” to doubt. “Are you sure about that?”

The pony gave her a lazy pony shrug, a lazy smile still wide on her face. “I never really thought about counting it!”

“Well, um, Pinkie. Why don’t you walk me through a typical day for you? And we can see how many cupcakes you eat on average?”

Pinkie giggled at her. “This is the weirdest pillow talk I sure ever had, but sure! Let’s see. I’m usually pretty hungry when I get up, so I usually start the day with a little something to eat. Usually whatever I left on the end table from my midnight snack the night before, so there’s a few cupcakes right there! And after I scarf those down, I get myself right out of bed!”

“To go to work?”

“Oh, not that, silly! To go to the kitchen. I have to eat breakfast first!”

“Ah, even though you--” The human interrupted herself, knowing it was better to not try to point it out. “Okay, sure. Breakfast. And breakfast usually is…”

“Cupcakes, duh!” Pinkie rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “There’s nothing in the world more perfect for a breakfast than cupcakes! So I usually eat, like, three or four cupcakes for breakfast. Then I go to work.”

“Right. And since you live above the Sugarcube Corner, your commute is pretty quick, right? No exercise or anything?”

“That’s right! Good thing, too, because the mornings are always the most hectic, with all the batches of cupcakes I have to make! And you know what I have to do at the end of each batch to make sure that it’s good enough for our customers?”

“Is it…” The human sighed, already knowing the answer. “Is it ‘eat one of them’?”

“Yepperoonie!” Pinkie confirmed cheerily. “So, you know, with an average of six batches of cupcakes an hour, a full workday means I end up eating, like, thirty cupcakes! Oh, and there’s also the lunch break in the middle!”

“And what do you usually have for lunch, Pinkie?”

“Well, we are a bakery, so I just end up eating whatever of the many products we make that morning that we have the most leftovers of. Which is always cupcakes, because we, like, always make a lot more cupcakes than we end up selling for some reason!”

Pinkie laughed uproariously at this. The human did not.

“So then you have the rest of your day, right?”

“That’s right! You know, with all the wacky and fun and super random Pinkie Pie adventures I get up to every day, there really isn’t anything about it that’s ‘typical’ for me.“ Pinkie made air quotes with her hooves, in her adorable way. “Oh, except that I probably end up eating a few cupcakes here and there. That’s something I end up doing pretty much every day, no matter what weird thing I end up doing or what context I’m in, now that I think about it!”

“Right. And then you go home at the end of the day.”

“That’s right! No more cupcakes after that!” She blinked. “Oh, yeah! Almost forgot! Then I usually take a midnight snack to bed with me to munch on until I lose consciousness. However many cupcakes I eat at that point just depends on how long it takes for me to fall asleep. So that’s probably ten or twelve more cupcakes on average, right there.” Pinkie pondered this for a moment. “Huh. I guess ‘seven’ was a little low, now that I’m thinking about it!”

“Yeah,” the human agreed, frowning.

“Well, learn something new about yourself every day!” Pinkie’s tone was as cheery as it always was. “Say, why were you even asking about this in the first place?”

“Well, here.” She crawled her body forward on the bed until her face was up to Pinkie’s. “I still have some of you on my chin. Maybe it’s better for you to taste it yourself.”

She offered up her chin, and Pinkie licked herself off it with a single smooth motion of her tongue. She swished it around in her mouth with a look of contemplation, as if taking notes on the flavor.

“Hmm, yeah! I totally recognize this! It’s the breezy nectar base that we’ve been making all of our cupcake frosting with. Huh!“ Pinkie gave her a puzzled look. “Is that what’s made you all worried?”

“Um, yeah, I’m worried! Like, are you sure you’re not, like, diabetic?”

Pinkie looked at her with a confused expression on her face. “‘Diabetic’? Is that another one of those weird human words that you’re going to have to explain to me? Because, you know, we’ve already had sex!”

The human frowned. “No, I mean, like… Are you not surprised by this?”

Pinkie blinked. “About what?”

“You know, like, what you taste like?”

“Why should I be? That’s what I always taste like!”

With that, the human was enlightened.

“So that’s normal?”

“Duh! As we’ve just established, I eat a lot of cupcakes.”

Pinkie laughed, and this time, the human joined her in her laughter. Come to think of it, it was pretty funny.

She settled into a nice warm cuddle and lazy makeout with the pink pastel pony for a length of time that seemed to stretch on forever, but was probably not more than a few minutes. Then, Pinkie spoke.

“This is really nice, but I think there’s somepony next in line. Well, two someponies!”

The human looked up to see Applejack and Rarity standing on the bed above them both, holding hooves and giving her the most curious of expressions.

She smiled.