Author's Note

In this chapter, Pinkie discovers an amazing new addition to her diet. They’re delicious, low in calories, often full of cum, and every mare in Ponyville has one!

4. Fish, hold the taco

Pinkie Pie wiggled happily beneath her blankets, letting the morning sun play over her smiling features as she awoke from a pleasant dream, special delivery from Luna herself! The cheerful party pony had found the secret to the Griffonstone Diet: frequent spunk injections from every horsehung guy in Ponyville! For the first time in days, Pinkie’s stomach was content.

Her jaw was another story, however...

“Aww, heck!” Pinkie grumbled her first words of the day as she rubbed her aching muzzle and throat. “Nopony told me blowjobs were exercise! Geeze, just talking to myself hurts!”

Pinkie rolled over in her bed and stretched out, her love handles jiggling. “I bet I sucked a hundred dicks yesterday! I wish there was some way the cum could just plop into my mouth without me having to bring the guy off... aww, but that’s crazy talk!” The determined mare hopped out of her bed and began her morning bondage stretches. “C’mon, Pinkie, you can do this. Just three more days of constant cocksucking, and you’ll be nice and trim for Cheese!”

Suddenly a knock sounded at her bedroom door. “Pinkie, are ya in here?” she heard Applejack call out. Pinkie happily flung open the door to see Rainbow Dash standing next to her wife, both mares had serious expressions on their faces.

“Yay! It’s a breakfast pastry party! I’ll get the muffins and the danishes and—oh.” Pinkie’s mane sagged as she remembered her commitment to her diet. “Never mind. Want some green beans and some unsweetened coffee?”

“We already ate, sugarcube. We came ta town early fer a serious discussion with ya.”

“We heard you blew Thunderlane yesterday,” Rainbow Dash accused Pinkie.

“I blew a lot of guys...” Pinkie admitted with reluctance. “Who told you I blew Thunderlane?”

“Thunderlane.”

Pinkie shrugged. “Welp, you got me, but what’s it to you?”

“Thunderlane’s our personal plaything. We’d appreciate it if ya didn’t go stealin’ his hardons.”

“Um, aren’t you lesbians?” Pinkie queried. “Cause I’m pretty sure I catered your lesbian wedding.”

“Now where’d ya learn a fancy word like ‘lesbians?’” Applejack put a hoof around Rainbow Dash. “We’re just a couple o’ gals who love fuckin’ each other!”

“Yeah.” Pinkie deadpanned. “That’s lesbians.”

“We’re hot bi babes,” Dash explained. “We keep a few good looking stallions around to cool us down between rounds of steamy mare on mare action.”

Pinkie scratched her head. “Is that normal?”

“Normal as sunshine in an apple orchard,” Applejack firmly declared. “Heck, you’d make a pretty hot bi babe yerself, all squishy an’ roly poly. We’re all surprised you never gave pussy a try.”

“Well, erm, my parents... they never approved of that stuff.” Pinkie felt shameful emotions surge inside her as she looked over her beautiful, hard bodied friends. She’d always been told to push these feelings down with food, but now there wasn’t any food! “I-I’m totally cool with you being that way, it’s just not for me.”

“Sugarcube, is somethin’ wrong? Ya look like yer bout ta start cryin’.”

Pinkie bit her lip, frantically recalling a song Mama Quartz had taught her. “It’s sinful to think about another mare’s pink — just eat, eat, eat til the urges go away!” “I kinda don’t want to talk about it, if that’s OK?”

Rainbow Dash and Applejack glanced at each other. “Sure, Pinkie,” Dash said, quickly. “You know we’d never try to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry, guys.” Pinkie dejectedly started to close her bedroom door. “I hope Thunderlane’s not in too much trouble.”

“Nah, he took his punishment like a big colt. Real proud of ’im.”

“Oh?” Despite herself, Pinkie’s pussy twitched. Her hoof slowed and her door stayed half open.

Dash puffed up with pride. “Yep, he mounted Applejack, and then I flew up and pegged him good!”

“Tween you an’ me, I think he kinda liked it!” Applejack grinned slyly. “Didn’t last thirty seconds fore he was nuttin’ up in my business somethin’ fierce.”

Pinkie gulped. Was everypony in Ponyville a big ol’ perv except for her? “H-he came inside you?”

“Heck yeah, how else is Dash gonna lick it out?”

Pinkie’s poor belly growled like an Ursa Major. “Is there any left?”

“I hope not!” Applejack snorted. “Otherwise it’s mah lovely wife’s turn ta git punished!”

“Heh, you’ll have to catch me first!” Rainbow Dash sped through Pinkie’s bedroom and vanished with a rainbow blur through her window.

Applejack gave an embarrassed chuckle and put a hoof to the back of her neck. “Awright, Pinkie, looks like I got mah work cut out fer me. I’ll see ya round. If ya want some dong ta tide ya over til Cheese gets back, come down to the farm an’ we’ll make it a friendly fourway, y’hear?”

“I’ll think about it,” Pinkie whispered sadly. Applejack bounced off of Pinkie’s bed and jumped through her window, whooping and twirling her lasso as she chased down her supposedly submissive wife.

Pinkie snorted and trotted down the stairs to start her day of work at Sugarcube Corner. No way was she going down on the farm! She’d just succumb to temptation, end up with a faceful of slippery apple-vag and make Mama Quartz cry! And make Applejack cum... quivering, beautiful and helpless... nope, nope, nope! Pinkie could handle this! She would keep her mouth full of dick all day long, and avoid the sinful temptations of cremefilled mare pussies!

“Hey, guys, sorry for the... wait?” Just as Pinkie stepped hoof in the restaurant, her jaw dropped with astonishment at her terrible luck. Yesterday, Sugarcube Corner’s customers had been an epic sausagefest, but this morning there wasn’t a wiener or peener to be seener! Queuing politely at the counter were Vinyl, Derpy, Starlight, Lily... all of them well known around town for the pert little pussies they toted between their hind legs, instead of the hefty feeding tubes Pinkie was depending on for her breakfast! Rather than the heady scent of stallion musk, Pinkie’s sensitive baker’s nose detected a most unusual brew: the slick scent of feminine arousal. And not just hers, either!

Pinkie walked to the counter with trepidation, as Vinyl Scratch let out a huge yawn. “Oh, sorry, Pinkie.” The blue maned unicorn looked just as tired as Pinkie felt, and her belly was freakin’ huge! Vinyl was pregnant now? How did that even work with her and Octavia? And why had nopony told Pinkie so she could get started planning the shower?

Pinkie forced a friendly Sugarcube Corner smile. “Good morning, Vinyl! Gosh, you look pooped! Did you do a big show last night?”

“Sort of. Tavi tied me to the bed and had stallions fuck me nonstop for twelve hours.” The mare pulled down her dark glasses to show tired and bloodshot eyes. “The life of a hot bi babe, am I right? Geeze, it feels like my womb’s holding every drop of cum in Ponyville! Anyways, two large coffees, please.”

Pinkie stared at the forthright unicorn in front of her. Her eyes crossed as she heard a rhythmic drip, drip, plap sound directed from Vinyl’s hindquarters. A record skipped over and over in her mind, playing a cruel song:

sinful to think

another mare’s pink

just eat, eat, eat

mare’s pink

eat, eat, eat

pink

eat

“Pinkie, are you OK?” Vinyl asked, waving a hoof in front of the distracted baker. “I’m sorry I was babbling on. I guess it is TMI to tell you about every handsome stud who seeded my sopping wet pussy, but I’m just so grateful Tavi still lets me have dick, you know? A lot of girls wouldn’t understand!”

“Turn around,” Pinkie panted desperately.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s no time to explain! Just do it!”

Vinyl reluctantly shifted her hips and turned around to present her cum glistening pussy. “W-what’s going on, Pinkie? Is Equestria in danger?”

“The only thing in danger is dat ass!” Pinkie just knew that Ponyville’s prettiest DJ would get the picture once the hungry baker started licking the glaze off that cruller. She dove her muzzle into Vinyl’s messy cunt and lapped up gobs and gobs of delicious nut, left there by dozens of hung stallions who didn’t know their cumshots were going to have a sexy second act as part of a public lesbian show!

Vinyl’s horn spat out sparks of surprise. “Oh my gosh, Pinkie! Wow! Erm... you’ve never done this before, have you?”

“Not even once!” Pinkie proudly proclaimed. She loved tickling her pussy, and tickling Vinyl’s was just as fun! Maybe even more fun, cause she could use her lips and tongue! Being a lesbian was like combining two of her favourite things: friendship and masturbation!

Vinyl sighed with frustration. “Yeah, I can tell. Long time slut, first time rug muncher, right? Let me help. Can you think about how it feels when Cheese Sandwich licks your clit?”

“I think about that ALL THE TIME! It’s like sparkly tingles in my love button and I just gotta cum or I’ll explode into confetti!”

“Well, if you lick my clit, you can make me feel that way.”

“Ooh, that makes sense!” Pinkie found the unicorn’s second magical “horn” and tenderly stroked with the tip of her tongue, just like she’d taught Cheese to do. You couldn’t go too hard, you couldn’t neglect the labia, and of course a little nuzzle with the lip goes a long way!

With Pinkie happily pretending she was eating herself out, it wasn’t long before Vinyl tensed up and moaned, her well fucked pussy squirting out globs of stallion seed mixed with her own erotic juices as she finally had a chance to relax and expel the loads she’d been holding all night. Mmm, breakfast was served! Mouthful after mouthful of hot, goopy mare flavoured treats! Pinkie drank it all down, and slurped for more!

“Ooh! Yeah! Now you’re getting it, Pinkie!” Vinyl wiggled her squishy, cummy pussy against Pinkie’s gulping muzzle. Pinkie vigorously tongued the other mare through her orgasm, swallowing cum all along the way, then kissed tenderly at Vinyl’s thighs, making sure to get every drop. Guy cum or girl cum, it didn’t matter on the Griffonstone diet!

“Wow, not bad...” Vinyl murmured with a silly smile. Her belly was flat now, and Pinkie’s was even rounder than usual!

“There ya go!” Pinkie said with pride. “The very first Pinkie Pie lesbian orgasm! Have a great day!” Pinkie set her friend and frequent party collaborator free with an extra naughty kiss, right on the flank. Heheheh! Applejack was always telling obnoxious ponies to “kiss mah butt,” but now Pinkie could actually... gosh, why is that so hot to think about?

“Hey, Equestria to Pinkie!” Vinyl suddenly butted in on Pinkie’s fantasy. “My coffee?”

“Woops!” Pinkie whipped out two takeout cups and filled them with Sugarcube Corner’s famous coffee. “Sorry! I forgot all about that cause girls’ butts are so cute!”

“They sure are!” Vinyl smiled happily as she sniffed the rich, fresh brewed aroma. “Thanks, I wouldn’t want Tavi to punish me for coming back without coffee... not that she could punish me without her coffee!”

“Yeah, totally, hahahah!” Pinkie blurted out. “Coffee’s super kinky!” Golly, what were they going to do with the coffee? Pinkie hoped Vinyl wouldn’t suspect she was totally clueless! She set the cups down on the counter. “Here ya go! Have lots of fun coffee sex with your marefriend!”

“Erm, yeah, see you around, Pinkie. Thanks for the eatout!” Vinyl carefully carried the coffee away in her shaky magic aura. “Coffee sex? What the Tartarus kind of drug is she on today?”

Next in line was Derpy Hooves, who turned and presented her cute, dripping mail pouch to Pinkie. “Can I have what she’s having?” the pegasus postmistress asked sweetly.

“Any jizz in there?” Pinkie growled.

“Nope, but I could make a quick booty call and come back!”

“Yay, that sounds great!” Derpy galloped out of Sugarcube Corner and flapped into the Ponyville sky. Pinkie looked down the line of her customers, hoping to spot an easy meal, only to find that her predicament had only gotten worse! Mare after mare had joined the queue and now stood expectantly, waiting to buy the baked goods Pinkie couldn’t eat and with nothing creamy to offer in return! Between yesterday’s blowjob feast and Vinyl’s all night gang bang, it seemed there wasn’t a stallion in Ponyville capable of crawling out of bed this morning... except for Mr. Cake!

Yeah! Mr. Cake was working right behind Pinkie in the kitchen, and his balls were heavy with an overnight load! Pinkie just needed to take a quick break, feed on his awesome dong, swallow his cum and she’d be ready to sproing the day!

“Back in a minute, guys!” she called out, and dashed into the kitchen. “Mr. Cake, I need some cum, pronto!” But the stud of Sugarcube Corner was already spent, his limp cock slowly retreating back into its sheath. The lucky Mrs. Cake was bent over the kitchen counter, panting and rubbing herself to a juicy orgasm.

“Nooo!” Pinkie cried out. She dropped onto her hind legs and threw her hooves up dramatically. “My breakfast jizz!”

“Oh, gee, Pinkie,” Mr. Cake chuckled, “we didn’t know you were up for joining our morning quickie. Sorry, but I unloaded into the missus not thirty seconds ago.”

“Not a problem!” Pinkie waggled her obscenely long tongue and slapped a mining helmet onto her head. “Time to go spelunking for spunk!” She pressed her face into Mrs. Cake’s bounteous plot and jabbed her tongue into the horny mare’s slick pussy.

Mrs. Cake’s own tongue quickly dropped out of her mouth. “Pinkie, I never knew you were interested in — oh, gosh, I haven’t been with another mare since the twins were born!”

Despite her protests, Mrs. Cake juiced up and squirted readily, just as a mare should when another girl goes down on her in front of her husband. But as Pinkie slurped away she quickly noticed that something was wrong with this hot MILF pie. Pinkie knew flavour profiles, and this one was way off!

“Hey, what gives, Mrs. Cake? You taste great, but where’s the cum?”

“I’m afraid you’re looking in the wrong place.” Mrs. Cake blushed deeply. “Carrot and I are short on time in the mornings, so we usually use... well, the other hole.”

“I gotcha!” Pinkie pulled her wriggling tongue out of Mrs. Cake’s cervix. “Cheese always busts quick when he puts it in my plot, too! What is it with stallions and anal, anyway?” She pawed Mrs. Cake’s prominent plot cheeks apart and dove back in, soothing the sensitive, recently fucked flesh with her tongue.

Mmm, there it was! That sweet, salty, yummy foal batter couldn’t hide from Pinkie — even a mare’s butthole offered no refuge from her excavating tongue! Mr. Cake’s fresh seed was just as plentiful as last night, and even yummier, since it now had the extra taste of a happy couple in love.

“Oh, Pinkie, what a treat!” Mrs. Cake gasped out. “No need to worry, I’m all clean back there.”

“I didn’t ask but, thanks!”

Mr. Cake quickly found himself with a brand new erection watching the spicy show. His wife pounded her hooves on the counter, biting her lip with pleasure as the pretty younger mare thoroughly rimmed her out. Suddenly, the drooling stallion was shocked from his horny reverie by the words of his needy special somepony.

“Carrot, are you g-going to help, or are you making P-Pinkie do all the work?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sugar, of course!” The generous husband quickly knelt on the floor, slid in beneath Pinkie’s body and reached up to tend Mrs. Cake’s pussy with his mouth, just like Vinyl had taught Pinkie to do.

In their daytime trysts, the Cakes’ relationship was way gentler than in their bedroom at night. Mrs. Cake was definitely the domme for today, but instead of berating her husband she smiled and tenderly ruffled his mane as she quivered and came again under her double team, her plump ass cheeks squishing Pinkie’s head as the young mare noisily sucked the last few drops of cum out of her thoroughly satisfied butthole.

Mrs. Cake climbed down from the counter and gently embraced Pinkie and her husband. “I’m so happy to start the day with my two special ponies,” she sighed. She gave Pinkie a peck on the lips and then giggled. “Oh! I’m sorry, that just came naturally. I hope you don’t mind a little kiss.”

Now it was Pinkie who blushed. “That was really fun, but Cheese Sandwich probably won’t want me to kiss other ponies.” Slurping up other mares’ creampies was an important part of the Griffonstone Diet, but Pinkie couldn’t imagine explaining a lesbian kiss to her coltfriend... let alone how the kiss made her feel!

“Maybe he’d like it if you both got to know me a little better,” Mrs. Cake suggested. “I’ve seen the way Cheese looks at me.”

“He does?” Pinkie asked with shock. “I mean, you have?”

Mrs. Cake turned her head and hungrily kissed her husband. “It’s all right with you, isn’t it, honey bun?”

“Oh, sure thing, sweetie pie.” Mr. Cake lovingly cuddled the two plush mares who’d been pumping his balls dry these past few nights. “I need all the help I can get to satisfy my two hungry customers.”

“Hungry customers?” Pinkie screamed. “Woops! Gotta go!” She dashed out of the kitchen and back into the restaurant, leaving Mr. and Mrs. Cake to fall romantically into each other’s hooves.

The sight was the same as when Pinkie had left: a long line of mares eager for Sugarcube Corner treats. But now the mares were facing away from Pinkie, shoving their butts at her and showing off pussies and ponuts glistening with fresh sperm.

Now this was more like it! “C’mon, girls, step right up!” Pinkie cackled cheerfully. She slipped her tongue into Derpy’s pussy and took that first heavenly slurp of the mare’s fragrant juices, mixed with a fresh load of Doctor Whooves’ cum. Scrump-a-riffic!

“Ooh, Pinkie!” Derpy cried out. “I never thought you’d be interested in... gosh! Oh, but not a word to Doc, alright?”

“Sure, you got it!” Pinkie sealed the promise with a kiss, right on Derpy’s winking love button.

“Oh, right there, Pinkie! Right... down... there! You’re a natural!”

Pinkie just smiled. Applejack was right — she should have tried being a hot bi babe a long time ago! Or at least before spending a whole day giving out jaw-aching blowies! There was no need to put herself through all that trouble when the cum came right to her, wrapped in tasty velvety mare holes!

Just a little action on Derpy’s clit, and Pinkie had a mouthful of sperm and another happy customer. Her wet, wiggly tongue was the funnest thing in Equestria! Postage stamps knew it, ice cream cones knew it, Cheese Sandwich definitely knew it, and now Ponyville’s cute marepussies were becoming acquainted!

Derpy moaned and panted under Pinkie’s care, her wings extending out stiffly until she fluttered slightly off the floor of Sugarcube Corner, squeaking and quivering. The pegasus whinnied and pawed at the air beneath her hooves, wiggling her broad hips around Pinkie’s muzzle as she let loose with a thick stream of marecum. “Pinkie, Pinkie, please, oh, gosh, I’m cumming!”

The other horny customers applauded as Derpy reached her climax. Pinkie let her oral attentions simmer down to light kisses and teasing nuzzles against the mature mare’s messy thighs, allowing her to come down gently back to earth. An expert girl pleaser like Pinkie knew that keeping a hardcore slurp on that adorable nub after the orgasm hit would have been just too much, like adding an extra M to the Marzipan Marscapone Meringue Madness cake!

“MMMMM!” Derpy sighed. “Oh, gosh, Pinkie, that was incredible! How do you do it?”

Pinkie slapped Derpy on her jiggly plot. “Customer satisfaction is guaranteed!” she called out with pride. “Hey, did you want to order something?”

“Oh, yeah, a muffin would be tops!”

“You got it, cutie!” Derpy blushed and covered her face with a wing as Pinkie dropped a blueberry muffin into a takeout bag.

Wow, flirting with mares was just as much fun as with stallions! Muff diving was the way to go! That way Pinkie could stay 120% faithful to Cheese Sandwich and to her diet. The only dick to go inside her would be her coltfriend’s! And Mr. Cake’s. And maybe if she got really hungry, or the guy had a really nice one...

Maybe she should pay her friends a visit at the farm. That way she could get another taste of Thunderlane, right out of Dashie’s sweet pussy! Cheese didn’t need to know, right? After all, eating ain’t cheating!