Salt: Tickle You Pink

by CrimsonWolf360

Rating: mature
Tags: Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Comedy, Porn, Sex, Pinkie Pie
Length: 6581

After his romp with Fluttershy, and a lengthy discussion about boundaries, Anon decides to pay a visit to the town confectionary herself, Pinkie Pie to get a celebratory cake. Little does he know, she's been expecting him...

After his romp with Fluttershy, and a lengthy discussion about boundaries, Anon has more mares in his herd than he knows what to do with. Waking up covered in sexy, cute, downright adorable mares, he decides to pay a visit to the town confectionary master herself, Pinkie Pie, to get a celebratory cake for the herds rapid growth. Little does he know, she's more aware of what he's been up to than she's let on...

Coverart by: TheBatFang Derpi tag #3267885

Proofread and edited by Pillowfight

Contains: lots of tongue stuff, kissing, cunnilingus, cock worship, lots of sweat licking, oral, vaginal, and more cream pies than you can shake a stick at

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Published 2024-12-12 18:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-12 18:10:02 UTC

Extra Salty Stuffing

Soft rays of gentle sunshine bathed the world around him in warm hues of purples and blues, all refracting off of the interior of the crystal castle Anon now resided in. Of course, the warmth of the sunlight was only compounded by the warmth of seven mares all snuggled atop and around him, adding tinder to the fires of their cuddly warmth while they all rested after a particularly arduous lovemaking session.

Anon lazily stretched in bed, his legs and arms straining against the weight of the mares all resting on him. Though they could easily feel his struggling muscles as he tried to free himself from under their weight, they paid it little mind, as they were too busy coming down from their own highs and dances with heaven itself.

To his right, burying his arm under her barrel, was Fizzy, and though she was damp with sweat, lubricant, and seed, she gazed lovingly into his eyes with the most serene expression of devotion and adoration he'd ever seen. Truth be told, she... might not have been aware of the struggle his arm was going through, trying to free itself from under her. It was only as his digits brushed against her still overly sensitive slit that she gasped and finally broke free from her trance.

"Oh, sorry, Love. Did you want to get up?" She asked, quickly pushing herself to her hooves.

"Thanks, hun." Anon smiled, puckering his lips as Fizzy quickly leaned down and planted a long, loving smooch on them.

With one arm free, Anon quickly turned his attention to the other one, finding his newest and frankly, most possessive member of the herd, clinging to him like her life depended on it. It was only once his attention was fully directed to Fluttershy that he noticed she was licking his shoulder, her long, soft tongue trailing up to his collar over and over as she needily rubbed her snatch against his knuckles.

"Flutters, what did we talk about?" Anon deadpanned.

Pausing mid-lick, Fluttershy's eyes flicked up to meet his. If it were even possible, the normally timid and meek mare became somehow even more shy and bashful, her cheeks heating up as she was caught in the act. She quickly retracted her tongue and released her death grip on his arm.

"No molesting you while you're asleep?" She asked.

Anon nodded, "That's right, no molesting me while I'm asleep."

"But... you aren't asleep anymore?" Fluttershy offered.

The deadpan look in Anon's eyes only grew more dead-pannier, "Flutters. Off."

With a sad whimper, the butterscotch pegasus acquiesced and pulled herself off of Anon's arm. She was swiftly met with a gentle pat on the wither by Fizzy as she comforted her herdmate.

"Tonight we'll have some more fun, but for now, I need to get up, girls." Anon offered, apologetically.

Truth be told, no matter what she did, Anon just couldn't stay mad at Fluttershy. She was simply too cute for the normal laws of grudge-holding to apply. Regardless of that, he still had a mission to complete, and five more mares to escape to do it. Sitting upright, or rather, trying to, Anon found the next wrench in his plan.

"Dashie, upsies. Let's go." Anon ordered, gesturing with his hands.

The cyan blob of fur and rainbow hair that rested on his chest simply snored in response, much to Anon's chagrin.

"Could someone please get Dashie off of my stomach? Gently would be preferable." Anon inquired.

A few snores and snorts of sleepiness was the only response he received, prompting Anon to sigh and grab Rainbow with both hands under her forelegs. With newfound strength that he was still coming to terms with, Anon lifted his prismatic mate into the air. Much like a cat, her hind legs and belly dangled below her forelegs as Anon held her up and swiftly plopped her onto the mattress, beside him. Somehow, some way, she slept through the entire thing.

Next up, was none other than the pair of alicorns in his herd. Luna, being the larger alicorn of the two, took up the entirety of Anon's left leg, all the way to his hip, while Twilight only came up to his groin. Thankfully, both mares were still awake and lucid, though Luna was much less so compared to her bookish counterpart.

"Mmmhh?" Luna mumbled, lifting her head from Anon's thigh. A string of drool trailed from her mouth to the small puddle she'd made on Anon's thigh while she slept.

"Hey girls. Time for me to get up. Mind if you scooch over a bit?" Anon asked, gently.

Luna's only response was a soft grumble that sounded distinctly like a small whinny, before plopping her head back down on Anon's thigh and closing her eyes once more. Twilight, thankfully, was much more awake and able to respond with proper words.

"I think she's still mad about the last time." She giggled.

A snort of agreement emanated from the lunar alicorn as she squeezed Anon's thigh tighter.

Anon chuckled, "Aww, Lulu? Don't be upset. Twilight just had to get you to the castle before your sister could freak out about you being gone. Now that you told her you're taking that vacation, you can stay as long as you like. Besides, I'm only going out for a little bit. I'll be back and then you can snuggle as much as you want." He offered, gingerly pinching and rubbing one of her fluffy ears with his fingers.

A piercing teal eye opened up and stared back up at him, her gaze as scrutinous as it was unflinching, "Promise?" She mumbled.

Anon nodded, smiling down at her, "Promise."

With another small grumble, Luna hesitantly released her hold on his leg, Allowing Anon room to move. Twilight, having enjoyed the show, was already off of his other leg and lazily trotting on the mattress around him to nuzzle and kiss Fizzy, just behind Anon. All that was left, was the last two mares who'd spent the night, still huddled together between his legs: Nurse Redheart and Rarity.

The two bundles of white were snuggled up with each other, forming a sea of white fur that filled up all the space between Anon's legs. Though they were both trying their best to not show it, they were both very much awake and alert, if their flicking ears and tails were any indication.

"Alright, come on you two." Anon groused, gently nudging the pair with his hands.

Rarity simply continued to pretend to be asleep while Redheart lifted her head off of Anon's inner thigh and gave her best attempt at puppydog eyes.

"Just five more minutes, Anon?" She pleaded, her voice a quiet whimper in the morning air.

Try as he might, Anon could never say 'no' to the mares of his herd when they pulled out the puppydog eyes. Rarity quickly picked up on the tactic as well, making it a two-front assault as she batted her long eyelashes at him as well. The combined assault was simply too much for Anon's mortal willpower to withstand, and with a heavy sigh, he laid back down in bed.

"Five more minutes. That's all." He relented.

No sooner did the words leave his mouth that Anon was buried in all the rest of the mares around him as well. Each one reclaimed their position, snuggling against him. Anon could only sigh as he was buried in warm, fuzzy, and soft mares all over again. Truth be told, he didn't really want to get up that early anyways.

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Slightly More Than Five Minutes Later

Anon strolled out of the crystal castle, waving goodbye to his herd of mares as he set out on his mission. Getting out of bed was a struggle every morning, but as the days passed by and the number of mares coming by to spend the night or remain as permanent members of the herd only grew, Anon found himself struggling more and more to just get the day started.
"Heh, soon enough I'm just gonna wake up and bang mares until the sun goes down, and then in my dreams too." Anon chuckled to himself, laughing off the thought as preposterous as it was lofty.

Certain that only a chauvinist or sex addict could find happiness in such a constant state of lust, Anon shook his head and proceeded onward through the town. As he made his way through the main street of Ponyville, he saw several familiar faces.

"Hey Derpy!" Anon called, waving to the cute little mailmare.

"Oh! Hi, Anon!" Derpy called as she fluttered on past him.

"Oh, wait, Derpy watch out for the-" Anon called, just before a *crash* and *bang* echoed from down the street, "-mailbox..."

"I'm okay!" Derpy called back to him, shaking the stars out of her vision as she got back to her hooves and tried to prop the broken mailbox back up.

"You sure!?" Anon called back to her, taking a step toward the blushing, ditzy little cutie pie that was Derpy.

"I'm good! Just gotta-" Derpy replied, only for the door of the house to open and BonBon to pop out.

"Derpy! That's the third time in a month you've broken my mailbox!" BonBon exclaimed.

"I... I just don't know what went wrong..." Derpy mumbled, looking down and pawing at the dirt with her hoof.

Though he would have liked to stay and help, Derpy was quite well known for breaking mailboxes, to the point of Filthy Rich opening an insurance company specifically for her 'accidents'. Not only that, but he knew BonBon wasn't truly angry. He'd seen that once before and that was not something he'd be forgetting any time soon. Who knew she could do so much with rope...

Shaking his head free of the thoughts accosting him, Anon bid Derpy and the slightly peeved BonBon goodbye and headed onward. The rest of his walk to the town square was uneventful as usual, only the normal greetings and waves that he'd usually get as he waltzed through town. It was only as he came to the destination he had in mind, that he finally realized his shirt smelled. It smelled of him and no less than six mares from the past few nights.

"Did I forget to wash this one?" Anon grimaced, pinching his collar and giving it a good sniff.

Even to his humble human nose, the scent of sweat and sex reeked from the shirt, making him wince. Having known for a while now, and having come to terms with his strange condition when it came to ponies' smelling his scent, Anon knew full well what might happen should he proceed into the enclosed space of a building with the mare he was looking for. However, as he thought over the predicament he found himself in, he also found that should the 'worst' come to pass, he was more than happy to indulge his favorite pink menace.

Pinkie Pie was bubbly, cute, funny, and more than a match for his comedic abilities. Not to mention, having all five of her best friends involved, only to exclude her just felt somewhat... wrong to him. Quickly deciding that he'd give her the opportunity, should she want it, Anon stepped up to the front door and entered the establishment.

Sugarcube Corner was, in a word, colorful. The exterior of the building was designed in such a way that the entire structure looked as if it was made of candy and sugar. The interior, however, was much more normal and appealing to a human like Anon. The rustic interior decorating and trim along the ceiling, combined with honest-to-goodness hardwood floors, all tied together by just a few candy-themed decorations and such, made him feel right at home.

The familiar jingle of the bell overheard rang out as Anon entered and closed the door behind him, and much to his relief, there were no other ponies in the building at the moment. The only pony he could hear at all, was in the kitchen, her bubbly and excitable voice reaching him and making him smile long before she could round the corner and greet him with her fuzzy pink fur and sparkling blue eyes.

"Oh! Just a minute! Making triple chocolate decker fudge cakes over here, and you knooooooooooooooow how messy that gets, haha!" Pinkie Pie chirped.

"You know, if I'm being honest, I really don't." Anon called back, chuckling over the pink mare's antics.

For some strange reason, the sound of a record scratch sounded throughout the entire building, nearly making Anon jump. He only had mere seconds to prepare as a blur of pink darted through the kitchen doorway and slammed into his chest at mach one.

"Oh my gosh, Nonny! There you are! I haven't seen you in weeks!" Pinkie exclaimed, squeezing him as tightly as her little pony forelegs could.

Anon smiled as he returned the hug, the soft poofiness of Pinkie's mane just as fluffy and nice as he remembered, "Too true, Pinks. It's good to see you again."

"Oooh, you just have to tell me what you've been up to lately! Come, sit! I have scones!" Pinkie quickly prattled off, dragging Anon over to one of the tables in the dining area of the bakery.

Anon allowed himself to be led over to the table in question, taking his seat and watching as Pinkie disappeared behind the front desk, only to reappear just seconds later with a tray of scones on her back. She quickly zipped over to the table and deposited the sugary confections on the table and took her seat.

"Okay, so tell me everything that's happened from the last time we hung out. I want all the juicy details and don't let even a single moment out!" Pinkie ordered, before taking a bite out of her scone.

Anon nodded, "Well, that's quite a lot of information to dump. Would it suffice to say that I've started a herd and been really busy with that?" He offered.

The gasp that escaped Pinkie's lips could have shattered glass.

"You did WHAT!?!?" Pinkie exclaimed, her bright blue eyes bulging out of her head.

"Uh..." Anon began.

Pinkie suddenly darted over the table, pressing her forehead against his as she bore her eyes straight into Anon's soul, "Iwantallthejuicydetailsanddon'tyoueventhinkofleavingevenasinglesecondout!!!" She demanded, in one breath.

Anon owlishly blinked at the pools of blue pressed against his face, "Uh... it just sorta... happened?" He offered, weakly.

Pinkie recoiled back slightly, "What do you mean it just... happened?" She asked, curiously.

Anon, having told the story before, quickly recounted the events that lead to his first tryst with Rainbow Dash all those weeks ago. Leaving out the saucier details, he explained his scent and its effect on mares, up to the most recent addition of the herd, Fluttershy. With the story recapped, and Pinkie having sunk all the way back into her seat, Anon found himself staring at a mare who was much more subdued than he was used to. Though it was hard to tell, what with her naturally pink coat and such, but he could just faintly make out the barest hint of a blush on her muzzle.

"So... yeah. It just kinda happened and now... well, I've got about a dozen mares and Shining Armor all practically chaining me to the bedroom at this point." Anon trailed off, a sheepish chuckle escaping his lips.

Pinkie held his gaze for a few moments, her expression unreadable. The silence in the air began to grow tense and despite himself, Anon felt himself growing a little hot under the collar. Had he gone too into detail? Pinkie was a fun mare, but maybe explaining his sex life over the last few weeks was just something that she wasn't comfortable with... then again, she did demand all the juicy details.

Before Anon could ponder any further, Pinkie suddenly spoke up, "Well I knew all that, silly. I was asking about the actual sex!" She chirped, her expression turning much more salacious than Anon had ever seen on her before.

"I... wait, what?" Anon asked, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Well, come on, Nonny. Everypony in town knows your scent turns us mares and stallions into drooling, sopping wet messes that need a good, hard rutting from you before we can come back to reality. That's old news," Pinkie dismissively waved a hoof, "What I want to know is what kind of raunchy, kinky stuff you've been getting up to, and more importantly... why you haven't. Invited. Me." She explained, tapping the table three times for good measure.

Once again, Anon owlishly blinked at the pink pony before him, his brain struggling to catch up to her sudden straightforwardness. It wasn't unlike her, to be so frank and direct, but the abrupt change in her demeanor from silly and fun, to downright seductive and demanding, was outright alarming.

"W'-well... I... wasn't sure if it was a... you know, scent thing or if any of it was real." Anon awkwardly explained, shyly rubbing the back of his neck.

Pinkie leaned on the table, resting her chin on her hoof as her eyelids drooped and she fixed Anon with a surprisingly lustful gaze, "You want to know something 'real', Nonny?" She asked.

"Uh... sure." Anon replied, hesitantly.

Though he was almost certain of where this was going, there was an undeniable level of unpredictability with Pinkie Pie. She could just as easily berate him for leaving her out of his herd while routinely smashing every one of her closest friends, as she could jump his bones and engage in a romp with him right then and there. Unlike all of his previous amorous affairs, Pinkie was something of an enigma, but more than that, she was an absolutely adorable and friendly mare that he treasured dearly. She was one of the first ponies to welcome him to Ponyville, and one of the first mares to truly become his friend. She was cute, smarter than she appeared, pudgy in just the right places, and an absolute treat to be around. The prospect of having offended her did make Anon's heart quicken, much as he tried to play it cool in front of her.

"I really need you to bend me over this table and rut me silly until I can't walk straight. You've been stinking up the entire building with that delicious, salty, sexy smell of yours and at this point, I'm making a puddle in my chair." Pinkie declared.

As if to prove her point, Pinkie lifted her rump off of her chair, a lewd squelch sounding as her damp folds were pulled from the puddle of arousal she'd dispersed over the wooden surface. Anon gulped in both shock and arousal at the sudden forwardness of the little pink mare. He couldn't help but lean forward, staring aptly at the string of marish fluids still connecting Pinkie's lips to the chair as she breathed in his scent from even closer.

"Fuck, that's hot." Anon muttered, looking up to Pinkie.

Before he could get another word in, Anon felt two plush lips press against his, and a pair of forelegs desperately wrap around his neck as Pinkie practically threw herself onto the table. He quickly caught her, dragging over over the table as he fell backwards into his own chair. Unfortunately for him, he misjudged where exactly he'd left it after standing upright and promptly missed the chair as he fell backwards onto the floor, Pinkie landing on his chest.

Throughout the fall, Pinkie maintained the kiss, her tongue brushing up and down against his lips until they parted enough for her to snake her way in. The white walls of his teeth quickly opened enough to grant her further access into his mouth, where his taste was just that much stronger. Much to her excitement, Anon intercepted her with his tongue, the two slippery muscles battling one another for dominance in the small expanse that was his mouth. His appendage was short and firm, but hers was long and dexterous, allowing her to slip and slide around him until she brushed the roof of his mouth. The ticklish sensation made goosebumps prickle all over his body as Anon let out a small groan into the kiss.

Deciding to fight a little dirty, Anon brought his secret weapon into the fight. He deftly trailed his hands down Pinkie's back, rubbing and clenching against her soft flesh as he made his way lower and lower. Finally, he found her flanks, the plush, thick meat of her thighs squishing under the pressure of his digits as he squeezed her cutie marks. The added bonus of grabbing two handfuls of Pinkie's flanks was that Anon could easily spread her dripping pussy and ponut, making her throw her head back and moan as the sensations accosted her.

"Oh... Nonny..." Pinkie murmured, her breath coming in hot, ragged pants.

Anon grinned as he wrapped his arms around Pinkie's back and quickly rolled over to the side, taking her with him. He was able to effortlessly pin her to the floor, a fact that she was quite happy with as she stared down at the tent pitching in his pants. His throbbing cock strained against its fabric prison, desperately trying to spear itself into the juicy pink folds that were ripe for the taking just in front of it.

Anon decided to drag the foreplay on a little longer, pressing his lips to Pinkie's once more and reaching down to her slit with his fingers. As he contacted the sensitive flesh of her labia, Pinkie sharply inhaled through her nostrils, involuntarily taking another heavy dose of Anon's scent straight to her brain as he started rubbing slow circles around her clit. She whimpered into the kiss as her sensitive little nub winked out again and again, eagerly brushing against Anon's digits and sending sharp waves of pleasure up her spine.

Pinkie eventually pushed him back with her forelegs enough to break the kiss, though she stayed very close, still huffing his breath as he exhaled into her mouth.

"N-Nonny... I need you in me so bad... take me upstairs, please. I'm begging you. I'll bake you a cake if you do?" She offered, pleadingly.

Anon chuckled at the tortured mare beneath him and relented his soft, gentle torment, "Alright, Ponks. Up ya' get."

Anon moved to pick her up and carry her bridal style, but much to his surprise, Pinkie darted out of his grasp and up the stairs so fast that all he could see was a cloud of dust where she used to be. Blinking at the vaguely Pinkie-shaped dust cloud, Anon gave a start as he heard her shrill voice call out to him from upstairs.

"Nonny! Get your cute, sexy flank up here right now before I lose my mind!" Pinkie cried.

Not one to keep a lady waiting if he could help it, Anon scrambled to his feet and rushed upstairs. As he barged through the door to Pinkie's room, he was treated to a downright sinful sight.

"Woah... Damn, Pinks..." He muttered, letting out a low whistle.

Laying there before him, her hind legs spread wide and her hoof playing with her clit as she half-liddedly stared at him, Pinkie was a sight to behold. Her tail swayed back and forth off the edge of the bed, acting like a pendulum to hypnotizingly glue his gaze to the perfect pink-on-pink of her syrupy folds. The puffy lips of her vulva were just barely reddened with need and lust, while her marehood practically leaked all over her ponut and dock.

Anon licked his lips as he approached, quickly falling to his knees before the pink pony as she bit her lip.

"You know, I've always wondered something about you, Pinkie." Anon admitted, before leaning forward and drawing a long, slow, and heavy lick up her slit, capturing a healthy dose of her fluids on his tongue.

Pinkie hissed in pleasure, her hind leg twitching as she watched Anon go down on her, "O-Oh? W-what's that... Nonny?" She groaned, her body rocking with tingles as his tongue slid into her depths.

Anon slowly drew back, a string of her juices connecting his lips to hers, "Holy shit... you really do taste like cotton candy." He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Pinkie let out a giggle into her hoof, which quickly turned to a long, drawn out moan as Anon dove back into her folds with gusto. His tongue slipped through her labia, caressing the nerves of her most sensitive spot and sending waves of euphoria through her entire body. His nose brushed against her clit over and over as he lapped at her insides, greedily gulping down every mouthful of her essence he could as his cock throbbed in need.

Anon suckled on Pinkie's lower lips, holding her hips in place with his hands as he continued to eat her out. The pleasure drove her mad, making her try, in vain, to buck her hips toward the source of pleasure accosting her with such virile ferocity. He drew his tongue up her snatch until it reached her clit, and then flicked it off of the bulbous nub as it aggressively winked at him, begging to be stimulated. It didn't take long at all for Anon's skilled oral to not just push, but outright shove Pinkie over the edge.

Stars appeared in her vision as she climaxed, her velveteen walls convulsing on Anon's tongue as she squirted delicious, cotton candy flavored marecum straight into his waiting maw. She throatily moaned as her hindlegs quivered in Anon's grasp, her teats bouncing in place as she rode through one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced. Pinkie threw her head back, her back arching heavily as the throes of passion made her lightheaded and dizzy.

It took her a few moments to come back down to her high, but when she did, it was to the sensation of Anon continuing to lick away at her overly-stimulated cunt, her clit winking out in rapid succession as her hips pumped with each lick of his dexterous tongue.

"Hah... hah... N-Nonny..." Pinkie moaned, struggling to catch her breath as her chest heaved with each lick.

Anon glanced up to her, still continuing to feast on her folds, his eyebrows raising in indication that he'd heard her.

"I-I could... r-really use you inside me... right now, please?" Pinkie asked, having to fight to restrain herself from moaning.

Anon planted one last kiss on her folds, the perfect parting gift as she winked just in time with his kiss, allowing him to plant his lips entirely on the burning red nub. Pinkie whined in pleasure as Anon finally stopped his assault on her sex, opting instead to slowly trail his way up as he climbed atop her. He planted deft, loving kisses on her vulva, then lovingly suckled on each teat, before slowly trailing his way up her belly. He paused at her belly button, making her giggle as he licked the nub, before continuing his trail of kisses up to her chest, then her throat, and finally, her lips.

Pinkie moaned into the kiss, wrapping her hindlegs around Anon's hips as she felt his waist press against hers. She could feel the heat and weight of Anon's cock as it pressed against her sopping folds, through his pants. She pawed at his back with her hooves, getting him to pull back enough to see her to glance down at his crotch and bite her lip.

Anon smirked down at her and hooked his thumbs around his pants and underwear, slowly slipping the garments down his legs until they fell to the floor and his cock spilled out. The meaty shaft of manhood flopped onto Pinkie's moist snatch with an audible *slap*, making her gasp.

"Oh, Nonny... Buck, I want you to fill me up." Pinkie instructed, glancing up to meet his piercing eyes.

"Oh, so you want a... cream filling, then?" Anon grinned.

Pinkie rapidly nodded, "I want you to give me so many cream pies that I'll have to close down early for the day." She agreed, darting forward and licking Anon's neck.

Anon shrugged, "I suppose that can be arranged." He chuckled.

Reaching down with a hand, Anon grabbed his member and lined it up with Pinkie's slit. While she continued to lick and suckle on his neck, giving him a hickey in the process, he slowly pressed forward. The mushroom head of his cock speared into Pinkie's slippery folds with ease, piercing her interspecies barrier in one fell swoop. The penetration, while quick, was monumentous in its sensations. Instant, blistering heat assaulted Anon's cock as Pinkie's insides constricted around him like a snare, holding onto him tightly as his hips connected against hers with a meaty *plap*.

Pinkie whorishly moaned as she was utterly stuffed with Anon's titan of man meat. Her walls clenched and tightened around him as he slowly slid himself out, dragging his sinfully pleasurable cockhead out, millimeter by millimeter. As painful as the slow denial of the full feeling was, it was mercifully short lived as the moment Anon's cockhead bulged her labia, ready to exit, he thrust back into her, slapping his hips against hers with a wet squelch as her marish juices squirted out around the impact zone.

Pinkie's eyes rolled back in her head as Anon towered over her, his scent and taste flooding her sinuses and tastebuds while his cock stuffed her to the point she thought she would burst. Each impact of his head against her deepest barrier was like lightning shooting up her spine, sending tingles of pleasure and euphoria throughout her body. It was enough to drive the higher functions out of her brain, reducing her to a passenger in her own body as Anon's thrusts made her head spin. Her mind struggled to comprehend the sheer magnitude of ecstasy coursing through her veins as each and every impact drove her utterly wild with desire.

Over and over Anon pounded her pussy, the force of his impacts sending waves of jiggling flesh up Pinkie's body. Her teats flopped back and forth, beet red from Anon's suckling and pinching as her entire body blushed from how hard and fast her heart was beating. With how hot and bothered he was, especially after eating her out for so long, it didn't take long at all for Anon to reach his end. His speed increased, his balls slapping Pinkie's pert little ponut with vigor as his pace reached animalistic proportions.

With one more titanic thrust, Anon shoved his cock deep into Pinkie's depths, punching right into her womb as a torrent of his seed flooded into her. Pinkie gasped and moaned as she felt the firehose that was Anon's cock filling her up with seed. Spurt after spurt of his essence filled her and leaked out past her lips, dripping down over her ponut and into her tail. Through it all, Anon stayed locked in place, his heart hammering in his chest as his cock throbbed again and again, each time pumping another load of human seed straight into Pinkie's cervix.

Finally, Anon came down from his high, supporting himself with his hands as he draped himself over the pink mare beneath him. His seed drizzled down his thighs and Pinkie's tail, staining the sheets with his spunk as his sweat slid down his body. Beneath him, heaving in his scent with each passing second, Pinkie bit her lip and hooked her hind legs around Anon's waist, squeezing him just a bit closer.

"That was... amazing, Nonny... but I didn't hear no bell." She grinned, a salacious look in her bright blue eyes.

Anon returned the grin, "Neither did I... just gimme a second to catch my breath." He replied.

Pinkie eagerly nodded, giving him ample time. Once Anon was ready again, he moved to pull out, but Pinkie's leglock prevented him from pulling back at all. Unsurprisingly, as an Earth pony, she was infinitely stronger than she looked.

"N-no, don't pull out. I like having a bit of you inside of me." Pinkie ordered, shaking her head.

Anon snorted in amusement, "Alright, I won't. But can I roll you over? I wanna try a different position." He suggested.

Pinkie nodded, releasing her leglock on him and slowly rolling over on the bed while ensuring that his length did not slip from her depths and allow his seed to spill out. Quick enough, she was on all fours again, though her forelegs almost immediately gave out as Anon thrust deep into her slit once more. The jolt of pleasure and pressure knocked her senseless, forcing a deep moan from her lips as Pinkie was sent to new highs once more.

As it had before, the pleasureful pistoning into her folds began anew, and with his new position atop of her, Anon was able to wrap her curly tail around his hand and tug, yanking her dock upwards and sending yet another spike of pleasure straight to her brain. With the combined stimuli driving her utterly mad, combined with the fact that she was already nearly at euphoria's doorstep after Anon's previous efforts, it didn't take long at all for Pinkie to reach her peak once more. She moaned and mumbled into the bedsheets as she came all over Anon's prick.

Her syrupy nectar drooled out and around Anon's thrusting cock, dripping down her inner thighs and soaking the bedsheets as her legs trembled. Still, Anon continued to fuck her through her orgasm, not slowing for a moment as her walls convulsed and constricted around him, milking him for all he was worth.

"F-fuck, Pinks..." Anon muttered, yanking on her tail once more.

"F-fuck me, Nonny... Celestia, why didn't we do this sooner?" Pinkie groaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as Anon did exactly as he was told.

"I wish I knew." Anon replied, climbing up higher onto the bed.

In doing so, he gained a better angle to thrust straight down with all his weight. While it seemed somewhat brutal to use his entire body weight on a creature less than half his size, he'd been with enough mares by now to know that if he angled it just right...

"Gyahh!" Pinkie squealed, her eyes shooting wide open as her g-spot was utterly obliterated by the full force of Anon's weight slamming his cock against it.

Her legs now violently trembling, Pinkie fought for words, but found none as drool leaked out of her open mouth, frozen in shock. The sheets below her cheek were soaked as she desperately tried to heave air into her lungs. Unfortunately, just as she managed to breathe some air in, it was just as quickly forced straight out of her by another titanic thrust from Anon.

Now pummeling her g-spot, yanking hard on her dock, and dripping sweat all over her as he pounded Pinkie's slit, Anon was the perfect picture of a dominating, masculine, male. The combined stimulus was so intense, so amazing, and so delicious that Pinkie could only hold on for a mere minute before she desperately tapped on the mattress, making Anon pause.

"Pinkie? You... you good?" Anon panted.

"Y-yeah..." Pinkie croaked.

"Want me... to stop?" Anon questioned, some genuine concern bleeding into his voice.

Pinkie shook her head as much as she could, "N-no... just... about to black out... is all." She replied, with a weak chuckle.

Anon glanced down at her for a few moments, his brow knitted in thought before coming to a decision. He reached down, wrapping his arms around Pinkie's midsection and slowly laid down on his side, dragging her down with him.

"H-hah... Non...Nonny?" Pinkie asked, weakly craning her neck to glance up at him.

Anon silenced any questions she had by planting his lips against hers and slowly, sensually thrusting his hips forward once more. The result was immediate, and Pinkie gratefully whimpered into the kiss as she placed a hoof over Anon's hand. He felt her lightly squeeze his appendage as his hips *plapped* against hers slow and steady. Both of them were so close to cumming already that it didn't take long at all, and with the kiss as their catalyst, they soon reached orgasm once more.

Just as before, Anon thrust his hips forward with one last thrust, spearing his cock as deep into Pinkie's womb as he could before pumping her full with his seed. Human sperm flooded her depths once more, swimming through her insides in search of an egg to fertilize while her walls quivered and convulsed, milking Anon's length for as much of his cum as she could.

Together, they rode the wave of passion flowing through them, their kiss connecting them somehow even more intimately than the lewd coupling they were engaged in at the hips. As their orgasms tapered down, they still continued the kiss, both content to roll their tongues over one another and just taste each other. Anon's hand slowly slid up Pinkie's belly until it reached her chest, where it promptly sunk into her tuft while she continued to hold his hand with her hoof all the while.

Finally, when they did pull apart, they stared into each other's eyes, the weariness of their physical efforts taking a toll and catching up to them at last.

"I'm... really glad we did this, Nonny." Pinkie smiled.

"Me too... and I know I don't want this to be the only time." Anon replied, brushing a strand of her curly mane out of her eyes.

Pinkie giggled, "So, is this a formal invitation to join your herd, then?" She smiled.

Anon nodded, "I... may have quite a bit on my hands these days but... well, it just won't feel complete until you're in there with us, Pinks."

Pinkie beamed, "Then I can't wait to do this with you and the rest of the girls. I'll have to make pies for everypony!" She cheered.

Anon snickered, "Cream pies?"

Pinkie gigglesnorted, "No, silly. You make the cream pies around here."

Anon smiled, "And don't you forget it." He replied, kissing her deeply.

Author's Note

Hey all! So it's about time we got our favorite Pink pony into Anon's herd! This one was a lot of fun and I hope you all enjoyed as well. To be clear, I don't see any more mares getting added to Anon's herd except Celestia. That does does mean that this series is over. What it means is that from now until Celestia gets voted for, the mares or stallions Anon bangs in the future, will be more like fwb or one night stands. Just fun rolls in the hay cause man, trying to juggle a dozen+ mares at once sounds like more work than fun lol.

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