Author's Note

Tags: pinkie x colt, foalcon, vaginal, birthday sex, semi/nc, bondage, fatal unbirthing vore

Pinkie Pie is Lustful

Pinkie stared at herself in the mirror. She was hot. Maybe more than that. Round breasts, baby blue eyes, flawless pink skin. Sure she was a lot of pink, but that didn’t detract from her beauty at all. Here in Ponyville, she could consider herself one of the hottest. Groping her own breasts, she smiled. It wasn’t the usual broad smile she shared with her friends. It was far more predatory.

The colt laying on her bed watched her. He was young. He’d received his cutie mark recently. She’d hosted his Cutecenera. His friends and family had all gotten him great presents. This wasn’t a present. This was just Pinkie Pie. Pinkie being Pinkie as her friends would say. Many stallions joined her in her room. She was careful. Pregnancy would get in the way of parties. She couldn’t have that. A colt though was safe. He was too young. The spells all across the land prevented anypony younger than adulthood to become a parent.

“Enough standing on ceremony.” Pinkie thought to herself. In three quick strides, she crossed from the mirror to the bed. Just watching him walk to her had him at attention. She didn’t bother waiting. She didn’t have to get him ready. She was ready. She was always ready. Climbing up onto the bed, she angled herself over him on her knees. He watched her. Waiting. Anticipating. He wanted this. What colt wouldn’t? Her body was perfect. A little pudge here and there but she liked sweets. All that weight went to her tits anyway.

She dropped. He sucked in a breath and let it out all in one motion. He was hilted, completely, inside her. She bounced on him, rotating her hips every other bounce. Frequently she would hilt completely and roll her hips. He didn’t move. He couldn’t. His arms and legs were bound to the corner posts of the bed. She bounced harder on him. It was starting to hurt but it hurt in a good way. Her plush ass cushioned every blow.

Suddenly he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust his hips up to meet hers as best he could. The tight ropes prevented much movement, but he managed to lift his rear off of the bed. She came crashing down on his waist. The force of the impact on his hips smashed him into the bed. His balls flexed; his cock twitched inside her. She didn’t move. Didn’t even squeak. He didn’t care if he was too small for her to really feel anything. He got to do it. On his birthday.

Pinkie climbed off of him. He expected to see his own juices leaking out of her sex. She didn’t even look wet. He knew she was. His waist was drenched. He knew his fur would be matted unless he showered soon. She undid the bindings around his ankles. He tried moving his hooves to stand, thinking she was going to undo his wrists next. She was rough when she grabbed his ankles. He winced, asking what was wrong. She said nothing.

He watched as she held his hooves together, positioning them specifically just over the edge of the bed. He didn’t move. He figured she wouldn’t want him to. She climbed back onto the bed. Her rear hovered over his hooves; her face was at his crotch. He wondered if she was going to give him a blowjob. She sat down. He smiled the dopey smile of a colt giving a hoofjob to a hot mare. Pressure on his hooves.

He looked down at his body, at his legs. At her. He couldn’t see his legs past her chest. He could feel them. Something was around his hooves. Her pet. She had a pet alligator that didn’t have teeth. Was it big enough to eat a pony? Was she feeding him to her pet? Hiding the evidence of what she’d just done with a colt who had barely earned his cutie mark? She moved. Just a little, but it was enough that he could see now.

Even without being able to see, he had some inkling of what was happening. His body had been forced into a sitting position with his back still on the bed. His legs were up. Inside Pinkie Pie’s sex. She dropped, the weight of her body forcing his legs to curl inside her. His thighs disappeared into her snatch. He started to worry, trying to kick his legs. To get her off of him. He couldn’t move.

She moved forward. He was forced to bend more, now at his stomach. More of his body slipped into her folds. She was wet now. Had his dick not been enough for her? Was Pinkie Pie so odd a pony that no normal sized pony could satisfy her? She had to have something the size of an entire pony inside her for pleasure?

His hands were free. She’d removed the ropes. During his thinking, trying to figure out why she was doing what she was doing, she’d taken in more of him. Much more. He was inside her up-to his arm pits. He could smell her sex. It smelled like cotton candy. He wanted to comment on that, but something caught his eye. A glow. Right above her mound. It looked like a circle with an almost flattened out “s” in the middle of it. It was pink, though a darker pink than her own coat. The pink was outlining the black-ness of the mark.

He tried to call out, to alert her to it. It was too late. As if her sex was a mouth, it seemed to open to engulf his head. All he could see now was the world, upside down, from between her legs. His mouth and nose were no longer free. All that remained of him outside of Pinkie Pie’s predatory pussy was his eyes. Soon enough, that too was engulfed in the party ponies snatch.

Pinkie stared at herself in the mirror. The mark over her mound glowed bright pink, the colt now in her womb thrashing and fighting. He didn’t know what had just happened. Pinkie did. Pinkie knew exactly what had happened. The mark wouldn’t be satisfied with just one. Lust was never satisfied. She tried. Oh how she tried to pick from outside of Ponyville. Easier to hide the disappearance of a stranger. This colt had family here. Pinkie knew she’d see his mother tomorrow at the bakery.

There would be no sign of him. No stain of mare cum on her sheets, no lost shoes. The only evidence that he’d ever even existed at all disappeared into her body. The last few drops of cum he ejaculated as he was sealed away. A “panic jizz”. It had happened before. Caramel. He’d been an accident. Just a quicky, nothing special. He knew what it was. Pinkie didn’t want a relationship with him. Not really.

She sat on his face. Both of them had thoroughly enjoyed it. Up until he didn’t. Because his head was inside her snatch. Completely. And the rest of him was being drawn in. He may have been bigger than this colt, but he’d been quicker. Within moments, Caramel was sealed away inside Pinkie. He was melted down just as quickly. Not even a stain on her sheets, just a panicked jizz that splashed her in the chest and face.

She figured it was because as long as it was a pussy, stallions didn’t care what was happening to them. Whether they were being eaten alive or sucked dry.

Absentmindedly fingering the mark on her belly, Pinkie lay on her back on her bed. She barely remembered when it had shown up. Around the same time as her cutie mark? Maybe. Unlike her cutie mark, this one came and went. Every couple of years she had to “satisfy it”. Her first had been that colt that was sweet on Limestone. Lime hadn’t shown any interest in him, so Pinkie took over. He disappeared. Nopony asked questions. This colt had been her fifteen hundred and seventy sixth. She kept count. Names she didn’t remember. How many there were she did.

Did she feel like a slut because of how many ponies had disappeared into her snatch, never to be seen again? Maybe just a little. Did she feel like a monster because of it? Not so much anymore. It was just routine for her now. She didn’t have to do it every day, just every couple of years. Now that she knew how to handle it. When it had first appeared, she didn’t know. She took a new colt every other day. That’s why her number was so high. It wasn’t until after she’d officially moved to Ponyville that she’d learned to manage.

No pony knew about what she did. Not really. Rainbow Dash had her suspicions, but Rainbow had also been on the receiving end of Pinkie’s predatory pussy. When they’d first met, Pinkie was craving. She was hungry. Rainbow was always ready for a challenge. Pinkie challenged the blue pegasus to stick her head into a multitude of different soft, squishy things. The last soft squishy thing had been Pinkie’s own snatch. Rainbow’s head went in. Followed by her shoulders. Then her wings.

Then Rainbow had kicked off of the ground. Pinkie’s head collided with a wall. Rainbow slipped in more then bounced out. She didn’t talk to Pinkie for a month afterwards. She’d been the first to escape. She’d also been the last for a long while. They eventually became friends, but Rainbow was always very cautious about being near Pinkie’s behind. She still didn’t quite know what had happened that day, and Pinkie kept quiet about it. They were friends now. No reason to bring it up.

Pinkie continued to stare at her ceiling, stroking the mark gently. No pony even knew it existed. Not even the Princesses. “I should tell them…” Pinkie’s only thought before she drifted off to sleep. The mark was satisfied for now. Lust had been sated. With a "meal" this size, Pinkie was safe for another couple of months.