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I opened the door allowing my bubbly pink guest to in first. She made it a few steps inside before I was on her back, quickly knocking her down and pinning her underneath me. She let out a delighted squeal as I started planting kisses all over her face.

We'd made out in front of a large crowd; easily the wildest thing I'd done in years. At that time we'd had to restrain ourselves to kissing and nothing more. Now that we were alone I didn't have to pretend my nethers weren't aching to be touched I was currently straddling. By the way her pink body wiggled and squirmed I could tell she was as ready to move on as I was. I reached back and drew a hoof down her body while simultaneously rocking my hips back and forth on her chest. I began to moan as the heated swelling started up in my nethers; when my hoof started down her inner thigh she let out a moan of her own to match mine perfectly. The instant I touched the top of her slit a loud yelp followed by a series of barely stifled, elated giggles escaped; I'm almost sure some of them were mine.

Quick hoofsteps from the floor above reminded me that I had a roommate. Before I could tell Pinkie to keep it down, Octavia appeared at the doorway to the living room. Even in the dark it was clear I had another pony under me.

Entering the room, Octavia looked worried; perhaps the high pitched squealing made her think I'd been hurt. When she saw me with a goofy smile, rubbing myself against another mare with an equally goofy smile her concern gave way to shock, embarrassment, and a little of something else; was it jealousy?

Whatever it had been was gone just as quickly as she was, before I could get out my half serious invitation to join us. I figured since she was up anyways she might as well, but she heard none of it. Rarely had I seen a pony move so fast.

Pinkie Pie was all for getting Octavia and formally inviting her to join us, but it was a bad idea and I told her so. She dropped the subject pretty quickly, instead initiating a long passionate kiss.

"Maybe we should head to my room." It was a suggestion, but I was already heading to the stairs. It was more for Octavia's sake than anything else; it was a struggle to pull myself off of her hot body, but my room was soundproofed. It'd been one of the first things I'd done when we'd bought the house. The only way you would hear noise from my room was if you were standing directly in front of the door, and it would be faint even then.

"Okey dokey." She said in a sing song voice as she rolled over and bounced past me into the kitchen. I knew she'd figure it out eventually so I just made for the stairs. She suddenly powered up the stairs ahead of me after a few clattering noises from the kitchen; she had an amazing looking sandwich balanced on her head. I was so going to eat half of that. I chased up the stairs after her and got a mouthful of sandwich before I could react.

Pinkie sat in the hall by my door enjoying the other half of the sandwich. She pointed at the door and raised an eyebrow, I nodded and she went in. Tonight I've met a mare who can turn bread and vegetables into a weapon, and I let her into my house; it really was a great night.

"Thanks for the sandwich." I said coming into my room. I froze when I spotted her next to my vanity, one hoof rolling my syringe around the other seeing how deep the drawer full of emptied containers went. I saw her face darken visibly when she touched the bottom.

I wanted to be a lot of things at that moment. I wanted to be mad at her for going through my things, but I could only shrink back from the concern in her eyes. She unburied her hoof and took a few steps for me; at that I wanted to also be invisible, or otherwise anywhere else in the universe. As excited as I'd been only moments ago, I only felt shame at having been found out for something that hadn't bothered me in years; it was as if I'd taken away her faith in me by not warning her. Maybe I had.

I looked away, but I could feel her eyes burning questions into my skin. She didn't have to ask, I knew what she wanted.

"Ten years." I whispered.

I heard her coming closer and suddenly felt vulnerable being in the same room with her. The realization of what I'd been doing started to come down on me, I'd done wrong and now I was in trouble As comforting hooves wrapped around me I gave a hiccup of surprise. The warm embrace drove all the horrid thoughts from my head, I leaned into a hug I probably didn't deserve.

"I think I know why you needed me." Pinkie asked, squeezing me tighter.

Was this why; did I need a pony to come into my room and find out about my bad habit? I was fully ready to believe that if it gave me an excuse to keep her with me; because now I was in desperate need of a pony to hold.

"It doesn't even mean anything to me, it's just something I do anymore." I confessed into her pink coat.

"Then you can stop, right?" As she said it, I was sure she didn't even believe those words.

If it were so easy I would've stopped already, or maybe I didn't want to; I wasn't sure. I said as much, but I knew and she knew too. Even though I couldn't say it out loud yet, I didn't need to; she understood.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Was that a question worth asking; if the alternative was letting her leave then of course I wanted her help.

"Please stay." It was the best I could do. Even if I wasn't ready to believe I needed help, it wasn't worth the risk of needing it and not having her. I'd been crying, and the hot tears were trapped inside my goggles causing them to fog up. As Pinkie helped me onto my bed I tossed my goggles away. I didn't need to hide from her, there was no point. She lowered me carefully down to my pillow as if I were made of porcelain; I relaxed and allowed her full control of my body.

"Do you still want me to- Do you still want to do this?"

I nodded slowly, "As long as you promise to be here tomorrow, I don't want to be alone."

She fell over me and wrapped me in a hug that said "Never ever ever..."

My forelegs, previously tucked in next to my chest, wrapped around her warm body to return the hug. One leg, of its own accord slid up to her head and pushed downwards. Pinkie Pie took the hint I was unconsciously giving and pressed her lips to mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. Our tongues had previously been equals in their sensual combat, now Pinkie waited for me to take the initiative. The way she worked her hooves over the rest of my body told of the great restraint she was showing orally. The further into the kiss we got the more my excitement and arousal returned; steadily growing above it's previous levels. I broke the kiss to take in much needed air, but Pinkie didn't stop. She planted soft kisses against my exposed neck and began to work her way down my body. My breathing became increasingly shallow the lower down she went.

Pinkie Pie stopped half way down and put an ear to my chest, "Like music." She whispered breathily.

I smiled at the thought.

It felt like centuries before she finally reached her destination; in all reality it was mere seconds, however hot and bothered I became during those seconds had something to do with the amount of excited impatience I felt.

Pinkie Pie looked to me as if asking permission to continue, while her chin rested at the top of my moist slit. Then she stared.

Was she staring at me or my eyes? I wouldn't blame her if my eyes caught her off guard. In all likelihood she probably hadn't had the mind to notice my goggles were missing for the first time tonight, while she was trying to comfort me.

"My eyes are blue." I felt the need to inform her, hoping it would put some of her questions to rest. In response Pinkie turned her head to the side in thought without lifting away from my crotch. I shuddered as her coat rubbed on my pleasure button. She did it again pulling more pleased tremors from my body.

Again she rolled her head slowly bringing her muzzle down further until it was pressed against my slit. She inhaled the scent of my growing arousal greedily. I knew her mouth was open, I could feel her hot breath against my marehood. I tried to wiggle myself closer to the source of the teasing heat, but she pulled her head back enough to prevent contact. I threw my head back in frustration and let out a grunt; I didn't want to wait another second, but she seemed content to see me struggle with my desire. I tried to protest and instead a squealed loudly; she'd waited for me to open my mouth before diving between my legs.

Forgoing any further teasing she plunged her tongue as deep inside my aching cave as her tongue would reach, parting my lips and squeezing in between my sensitive inner walls.

I lost my ability to breath for several seconds and soundlessly gripped at my sheets as my body was overwhelmed by sudden pleasure. My hips thrust forwards to meet her roughly grinding my crotch into her face. Pinkie didn't slow down after her initial motion, and continued to work her tongue both inside and outside of me. Occasionally she'd remove her tongue and suck at my puffy outer lips until my sticky juices began to trickle out, then she'd lap them up and follow the small stream back to its source as far as her tongue could go. My body twitched with every broad stroke of her tongue against my walls, or every graze of her teeth against my engorged lips. She repeated this process several times while intentionally avoiding my swollen clit; she had to be, my mind reasoned. Even after all this she was still teasing me; pushing me as close to the edge as possible while holding me fast, and refusing to let me jump over into orgasmic oblivion.

I tried my best to angle my hips lower to force her tongue to touch my clit, but she held my fast by my cutiemark disallowing any sort of further initiative on my part.

Pinkie Pie was smiling, I could feel it against me heated sex. I couldn't feel anything that wasn't between my legs, but I imagine I was too. She was enjoying it just as much as me. I'd barely touched her tonight, and now she was giving her all to please me; none of this she minded, as if it were her sacred duty to please others.

This was as far as I got in my thinking before a particularly hard nip at my lips forced all my attention back to Pinkie's magic tongue.

She was looking right at me and smiling now that she had my attention. Slowly she puckered her lips with a sultry grin, raised her head just slightly, and sucked my clit into her mouth, closing her lips around it tightly and lashing it with her tongue.

I'd been quiet up to this point, trying my best to avoid bothering Octavia anymore tonight; my fear in all this pleasure being that I might find a voice loud enough to make soundproofing my room pointless. I couldn't keep quite anymore as pleasure shot through my body in waves corresponding with every pass of her tongue. My hooves clumsily tangled themselves in her mane as I screamed bloody murder. My body began to spasm rhythmically muscles tensing and relaxing just before my impending orgasm. Then it happened, as Pinkie pulled her head back just slightly with my clip still trapped in her lips sucking as hard as she dared. Pleasure coursed through me and I began to shake violently, as orgasm gripped my body. Pinkie threw herself on top of me and rode each convulsion of my body with me; holding on to me as though her life depended on it, and smiling all the way. I was screaming her name and "thank you," at least my lips were working out those words as I continued to write in my ultimate satisfaction.

My vision began to fade and I passed out, still in the throes of white hot euphoria.

As my ceiling fan came into focus, slowly followed by the ceiling it was attached to, I groaned. Not a groggy, I want to be asleep groan, but a hopelessly relaxed and happy groan.

I was smiling, even though I'd woken up in the middle of the night; my dream must've been a happy one. My body felt lighter, even though I felt the weight of pillows I'd buried myself under; pillows I didn't know I owned. They were warm soft, and slightly damp. They were also, moving?

A hoof rested between my hind legs, leading me to believe I'd fallen asleep pleasuring myself. When realized both my hooves were tucked in by my chest, things started clicking into place.

I hadn't been dreaming, there was a pony on top of me; a pink mare that I'd just met. A mare that went out of her way to take care of me tonight. She was here when I woke up, like I'd asked; now it felt as though that was more than I should've asked for, but she did it anyways.

I shifted slightly and wrapped a hoof around her back.

"Thank you Pinkie Pie." I whispered, hoping she hadn't fallen asleep.

She returned the gesture by moving the hoof between my legs up to stroke my cheek. "You already said that, but you're welcome anyways." I could smell the musky scent of my arousal on her hoof. I gave it a quick lick, and hummed as the strangely bittersweet taste went through my senses.

"I don't think I've sad it enough though." I really hadn't, and I wanted to return the favor.

"Chocolate chip pancakes with strawberry syrup."

"What?" I shifted again to look at my partner and realized she was asleep, and probably had been for a while judging the small trail of what I could assume was probably more than just drool coming out of her mouth.

Instead of questioning it, I chalked it up to her mysterious Pinkie sense and got cozy. Breakfast was going to be amazing; I'd make sure of it.