A Great Many Pies

Pinkie Pie sighed as she placed her pickaxe on the ground and leaned heavily on the handle. The last few weeks had weighed heavily on the party pony, and the results of these changes were evident across her body. The baker had gotten rather used to her cushy and far less physically demanding job in Ponyville, to the point that she had begun to pack on the pounds despite her frankly ludicrous metabolism and cardio filled life.

Pounds that she was now shedding like nobody’s business now that she was back home and working full time on the farm. Not like she was complaining mind you, but the party pony felt a little useless as she took her third break of the day, her breathing coming in sharp, labored gasps as she struggled to stay standing. Sweat dripped down her body and for a second the pink pony’s legs quivered, before giving out completely and making the mare land on her butt with a soft thump.

“Thank goodness for my junk filled trunk.” Pinkie Pie muttered to herself.

The mare placed her pickaxe aside and wiped her hoof across her forehead, mopping up what felt like gallons of sweat. Pinkie Pie leaned back and looked up at the bright mid afternoon sky, a sigh on her lips. She was sweaty, stinky, and utterly exhausted, and still there was a metric ton of things to do, so many in fact that the party pony could confidently say that she was now more stressed than she had been in months if not years.

And that was without mentioning the fact that her parents had recently gotten a divorce.

Sure it had been amicable, and semi mutual, but Pinkie had overheard a whispered conversation between the two, in which Cloudy admitted that there was a hole in her life that he simply couldn't fill. Though it made Pinkie feel better to know that it was at least half way mutual, that didn't dismiss the fact that the party pony had to leave her comfy life behind in order to help out on the farm. It also made Pinkie Pie realize that maybe all the little assumptions she made about her parents were wrong, as the party pony had always assumed they would stay together forever. Either way Pinkie Pie kind of hoped that her mother found someone else, or hired some extra help, as she wasn't cut out to be a rock farmer anymore.

As she sat there in the sun, Pinkie Pie couldn't help but think back to everything she had left in Ponyville. From the job, which Mrs cake had been kind enough to say would always be there if Pinkie Pie decided to come back, to the friends she had left behind.

“Silly pony, you didn't leave them behind.” Pinkie Pie corrected, tapping the side of her head with a hoof. “You can go visit them at anytime remember?”

Despite her encouraging words, Pinkie Pie’s brain didn't seem to want to listen and the mare closed her eyes and tried to force her mind to think of something else. She sat there struggling for a long time, the party pony wanting desperately to leave the dark thoughts behind and to think of things in a less black and white fashion lest she succumb to her own inner turmoil. She remained there for several long minutes, eyes shut tight, sweat cascading down her body and further reducing her fur to a matted, disgusting mess. In the end she growled and flopped onto her back, staring angrily down at her crotch, and the dick that sprouted from there.

“And what am I supposed to do with you?” Pinkie Pie asked angrily before her head fell back, and the party pony groaned in exasperation.

“As if being away from my normal friends was bad enough, but out here the closest sex friend is over a two hour walk away.” Muttered the pony, whining to noone in particular. “This is awwwwful.”

“Unless…” Pinkie Pie suddenly shot up, a hoof rubbing her chin as she considered the few options laid out before her.

There was always the option of sprinting all the way back to Ponyville, and fucking the brains out of whomever she could find until she finally burnt herself out and ran back to the farm. But she didn't have two days to spend fucking and running back and forth from the farm, so that was unfortunately out.

Jacking off did little to help matters, and Pinkie Pie had never been the best at giving hoof jobs, even if they were just to herself. So with a resounding sigh, that was marked off the list as well, leaving Pinkie Pie with only one option, though it was a long shot.

“Marble was pretty tight that other time.” Pinkie Pie muttered. “She moans really loud and does that thing with her butt when she's about to cum…” The party pony groaned and fell back to the ground, limbs splayed in all directions, hoping against hope that the cold stone ground would dampen the white hot lust that burned inside her.

“That wouldn't work either, she's my sister, and also we were like super young so that doesn't even count I don't think.” Pinkie Pie explained to noone at all.

With another groan of irritation, Pinkie Pie hefted herself back into a sitting position. “Well I gotta do something.” The mare sighed, looking down at her hoof dejectedly. “Come on righty, time for round three of paint the rocks white.”

Lifting herself into a standing position, Pinkie Pie took a nervous glance around before creeping off towards the ill used south field while making sure to keep an eye out for her sisters. Seeing noone, and nothing other than dust, rocks, dirt and a solitary tumbleweed bounding across the field, Pinkie Pie relaxed.

It didn't take her long to find a nice spot to jack off, a small crevice appearing out of the ground, and giving her just enough privacy to sneak inside of it and masterbate without being seen. The party pony ignored the crystals she saw growing in the small six foot deep crevice and instead gripped her cock tight in her hoof.

Pumping a hoof back and forth Pinkie Pie closed her eyes and tried to imagine something sexy to help herself along, the mere act of touching her stiff erection not being enough for her. Yet try as she might, no matter who she thought of, or what she imagined, Pinkie Pie couldn't seem to think of anything that really tickled her fancy. Even imagining that one time where she had fucked Rainbow Dash in the weather factory hadn't helped matters, and that was like Pinkie’s go to beat off material that wasn't zero g jugs, and she didn't have her magazines on her.

Grumbling silently the mare groaned aloud. “Oh come on you stupid thing, just cum already.”

Shaking her dick angrily did little to help her orgasm situation, but it did feel kinda cathartic to take out a bit of her aggression on the offending appendage. When shaking it also didn't work, Pinkie Pie closed her eyes and tried to think back to the last thing that had really made her hot and bothered, only to realize it had only been a few minutes ago, when she had remembered that time with Marble.

Pinkie Pie considered stopping there, or thinking of something else entirely, but her dick twitched expectantly when Pinkie imagined her sister, and the party pony was not leaving this depressing hole in the wall unless she had managed to relieve herself. With a shrug, Pinkie ignored the moral quandary around jacking off to the thought of her sexy sexy sister, and instead imagined Marble teasing her seductively.

Pinkie’s imagination conjured images of the young mare rubbing and grinding herself up and down a pole, her body gyrating to some upbeat music playing in the distance. Instantly Pinkie Pie’s cock began to twitch needfully, and the party pony stroked it vigorously, her imagination doing wonders at making her orgasm come faster.

“Yeah, that's right, work that pole.” Pinkie whispered, imagining Marble was stripping just for her.

The imagined Marble continued her sexy dance, the normally shy pony revelling in the wanton lust and flashing Pinkie Pie her privates nearly constantly. The view was exactly what Pinkie wanted to see and thus she imagined Marble doing it more often, the pretend pony pressing her crotch against the pole as she dragged her wet pussy up and down the peice of metal.

A bead of precum dribbled down the mare’s length and she couldn't help but moan aloud, her pent up desires getting the better of her. If she was in a sound state of mind she may have wondered if it was a good idea to moan so loudly, in such an odd place, but Pinkie Pie was rarely in a sound state of mind, and certainly wasn't at that exact moment.

She continued to stroke her cock harder and faster, pursuing the physical release that came with orgasming, and less the pleasure that came with the act itself, the mare well aware of just how little time she would have before someone came looking.

Dream Marble continued to dance for almost a minute longer until Pinkie Pie couldn't take it any longer and dismissed the pole entirely before leaping up onto the stage and mounting the mare in a single fluid motion. Pinkie Pie was unbothered about the impossibility of such a thing, focused purely on just how good it felt to imagine herself mounting and fucking the hell out of her sister in such a debauched manner.

Their sexes met, squelching wetly as their hips were pressed against each other, Pinkie Pie’s cock as deep as it could possibly get in a single titanic thrust. Marble’s loud moaning filled the air, and a single sniff of the air told Pinkie Pie that her sister wanted this as bad as Pinkie did.

The mare’s real hoof moved faster, gripped tighter, Pinkie Pie desperate to get at least a small sense of relief before anyone realized she had wandered off alone again and tried to come find her. Her moaning grew louder, and more debauched as the imagined Marble put her hooves up and braced herself against the wall while dream Pinkie fucked her.

Dream Pinkie Pie continued to rail the mare with reckless abandon, the real Pinkie bucking her own hips in time with what she what was imagining. The party pony imagined what the little bulge she would see on her sister’s stomach would look like if she craned her head in order to catch a peek. And she knew it would be there if Pinkie Pie looked, the shy mare being so thin that the party pony knew from experience that she would be able to easily see the bulge that not only her flare made, but also the mid point of her dick.

As she imaged Marble going faster, the mare’s hips becoming a blur of movement, Pinkie Pie’s hooves gripped her waist and heldon for dear life. Pinkie Pie didn't notice that her own real voice was becoming louder still, growing to the point that she was almost screaming in ecstasy. Not wanting to let up on the best masterbation session Pinkie Pie had experienced in over a month, the party pony continued, utterly heedless to her surroundings.

After only a few minutes Pinkie Pie could already feel her orgasm coming closer by the second, the mare eagerly awaiting the release that would come after her hormones finally died down for a little bit. “Come on, come on, I’m so close.” Pinkie whispered, her hoof becoming a near literal blur as she stroked her cock as fast as equinely possible.

Imagination Marble was moaning and whimpering Pinkie’s name over and over, the fake pony begging be cum inside of, to have her womb painted white with her sister’s hot seed.

Upon hearing that imagined bit of dialogue Pinkie Pie knew her orgasm was secured, and just before she began to cum, she heard something that broke her out of her fantasy and made her spin around. “Honey, are you alright?” A gentle voice asked.

Their eyes met, and for a second Pinkie Pie thought she would be able to hold back the wave of cum she felt churning inside of her. Yet her body and orgasm had other plans, and after a twitch, the party pony’s cock erupted with seed, shooting a heavy stream directly into Cloudy Quartz’s face. The two mare’s shared the same shocked expression as Pinkie’s dick erupted over and over, covering the older mare’s features in hot seed.

When finally the party pony’s pocket party cannon died down, and began to soften, Cloudy Quartz’s fur had been nearly completely matted. A particularly thick wad of seed having also landed on her tongue where it was apparently forgotten of in the heat of the moment. Pungent mare seed dripped down the older pony’s face and neck, staining her fur and ruining her mane.

Pinkie Pie winced. “I can explain?” She half asked half stated.