When Pinkie Pie felt a hoof between her legs, two different feelings rushed through her.

There was the pleasure she got from the touch, the primal urge inside her that was begging for physicality being satiated. She felt warmth coursing through her veins, trembles running up and down her thighs as she twitched in place.

There was also fear.

She had never gone through something like this, and though she wasn't commonly one to be afraid of new endeavors, there was something off about this. The rubbing was a little too rough, slightly scratching her. The hot breaths against her face hit her like they were chunks of molten lava. An uncomfortable feeling permeated in her stomach as hooves wandered where they shouldn't have been.

She didn't want any of this. All she had wanted was to spend a day with her coltfriend, baking together at Sugarcube Corner. It would have been the first time he'd gotten to cook something at her home. But instead they'd wound up in her room, in her bed, their bodies closer than ever.

Red Velvet smiled down at her when his hoof became wet. "Yeah, you like that?"

"Uh.." Pinkie looked into his eyes. She could see the passion burning in them, the love he harbored for her even if he was showing it in this manner. He looked happy. She would do anything to keep things that way. She forced a moan, hoping that it sounded delighted enough to answer his question.

Red Velvet began rubbing faster. Pinkie felt her skin crawling, like ants had found their way inside of her and were now trying to escape through her. The smell that wafted up into her nostrils nearly made her retch. The sweat that was pouring down her face mixed with the warm fluid coming from between her legs to create a repugnant scent, like an overheated oven left to burn.

Being in the room felt like she was in that same oven. It was so hot, and the burning of her lower half made her feel like she was being boiled alive. Red Velvet's hoof was like a branding iron against her skin. She wanted nothing more than to get out of there and get a breath of fresh, clean air.

Her climax began to build inside her despite her. It felt different than the times where she had explored her own body. Everything was slightly off, not pleasurable enough to feel good but not bad enough to be painful. The tension in her muscles was more annoying than anything else, her heart beat with dull thuds instead of fast thumps, and the ecstacy that normally filled her head and placed stars in front of her eyes was missing.

When it came, it was more out of necessity than anything else. But Red Velvet was happy, and that was all that mattered.

He moved a bit of her hair out of her eyes, and she tried her hardest not to squirm at his touch. His lips brushed against her neck, like horseshoes scraping against concrete, before he pulled away suddenly.

A stiff, throbbing object pressed against Pinkie's outer thigh. She looked down at it and held back a sigh. She knew what was coming next. A look into Red Velvet's eyes reminded her of why she was doing this.

She got off the bed and lowered herself to her knees, the hardwood floor seemingly digging into her skin. As she stared dead ahead, she took a breath in, preparing herself for what was to come.

Then a hoof grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her down.

She struggled slightly under the hoof, but as the member drew closer, twitching directly in front of her, she gave in, letting it slowly enter her mouth.

The taste that welcomed her, flesh that was sweat coated and salty, was nauseating. She gagged from the taste as it filled her mouth. All of the air she had inside left her, and she could barely breathe enough through her nostrils each time she tried.

A satisfied grunt sounded above her.

She could feel her head swimming as more seconds passed by, the length being pushed further into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She choked on it, combined with the spit that was beginning to pool in her mouth.

With each twitch, each moan that left Red Velvet, she felt weaker. She felt the emptiness in her chest grow wider after each gag, threatening to overtake her entirely. She was being used by the pony she loved the most.

And that was the worst feeling in the world.

But he was enjoying himself so much. The euphoric moans as he instinctively thrusted forward, the permanent grin etched onto his face. They told her everything she needed to know. He was loving this.

And that was the best feeling in the world.

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she tried her best to make it better for him, if only because he couldn't make it better for her. She wanted it because he did. She moved her tongue slightly, and though it felt like rubbing it against sandpaper, the response was immediate.

He let go of her and rougly shoved her head up, a wet pop coming out as the member left her mouth. She gasped, sputtering as she tried to inhale as much precious air as she could. The fog in her head dissipated as the breaths she so desperately needed were had. Trickles of spit ran down from the corners of her mouth, along with spilling tears coming from her eyes.

Hot ejaculate landed on her chest, dripping down and staining her coat on the way. It was sticky, the clumps rubbing against her fur uncomfortably. She felt her heart drop as a bit of semen fell onto the floor, leaving it as a reminder of this event for the future.

"That was," came a breathy voice, "really fucking good. You're amazing."

Pinkie forced a smile at that. It didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thank you."

"Well, uh, I gotta get back to work. I'll see you later." Red Velvet placed a kiss on her cheek before walking out.

Pinkie felt shivers run through her body as he left. The taste remained in her mouth, making her involuntarily gag once more. She sat in place, hugging her legs together, her body shaking.

A bird sang outside her window. Its tune was muffled, though she could tell it was off-tune. The white noise scratched at her ears, nearly overwhelming her on top of the vast sea of emotions that were creating a rampaging tsunami in her mind.

But it didn't matter. Nothing did, besides the fact that Red Velvet was happy.

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