Freack On A Leash

Black Diamond Dog
by TrollestiaSubject

Chapter IV: Freack On A leash

Pinkie Pie had been waiting anxiously for Blacky during a few minutes now. The deal had been meet with him as soon as possible at Sugarcube Corner, but in Pinkie Pie's timer, that had been ages ago. She was starting to imagine weird things, like Blacky forgetting about her, or even worst, he had lied to her, and he wasn't going to come at all.

After some arrangements, and trying to add some volume into her mane grooming herself for like half second in front of a mirror, Pinkie impatiently saw how the hands of the clock strangled the morning, hit midday, and stretched her limited patience for a few minutes more. She had been waiting for Blacky, and when the first thought of him forgetting about their meeting hit her head, her mane had went straight if not because it was already flat enough.

With the cakes in Canterlot for the ‘Great Baking Exposition’ the place was empty, and they probably wouldn’t be returning for a couple of days more. Yet Pinkie had started to imagine them going through the door way before Blacky could remember his meeting with her.

“What if somepony is talking with him, and that pony isn’t going to let him go for a couple more days? What if he’s distracted with his job and has forgotten about Me?! What if a guard caught him for unspecified reasons?! Dogcatcher! Veterinary! Alien cockroaches from outer space snatching the bodies of everypony! Some exotic paw sickness that only exist in places where Nopony usually has paws anyways! Fluttershy is giving him a whole year treatment in which he can’t use them! He’s probably rolling on his way here! Or what if Rainbow Dash dragged him away to that trashy alley again!?” Pinkie concluded, doing a devious grin at that last, more probable idea.

All those seemed like reasonable reasons in that moment, except for the fact that it had been only five minutes since she was waiting there. Nonetheless, Pinkie was already imagining all the possible scenarios that she could find ahead, trying to select the best equipment for what she was going to need during her immediate and resolute rescue mission. With a small saddlebag with her best gear and using her black tights as infiltration suit, she was ready to get out through the back door in the kitchen when, after enter the kitchen, something held her up pulling her forelegs into the air, and covered her mouth, softening a slight shout of surprise.

“Hey, Pinkie. I thought you were going to wait for me.” Blacky softly whispered to her ear, before let her go.

“You’re here!” Pinkie shouted startled. "How long have you been there?" Pinkie asked confused.

"Well, I found the door open, and I didn't know if you were with somepony else. It seems like fun when ponies go around sneaking on me, so for a change I tried it myself." Blacky explained, while he walked in four legs around Pinkie Pie.

“Sorry for take so long, it’s not like if I didn't want to come, I just had... arrangements to do.” He vaguely explained, holding her to stand both on their hindlegs. Passing his paws from her shoulders to her buttocks.

“Ho... no. Wait” Pinkie said, doing her face away when he tried to kiss her. “I’ve done some... arrangements too. Come with me.” She said returning her forehooves to the floor, and walking to the next room where the dog found a table set with candles and a pair of seats in a very romantic setting.

“Hey, what’s this?” The diamond dog wondered really surprised.

“Well, Granny Pie told me once that I had to do this before getting too close to somepony special." Pinkie replied as serious as she could, yet with a slight blush hard to distinguish on her pink face.

'More like getting laid' The dog thought "She said so?" He said instead, pulling a chair for Pinky. Thinking that maybe Granny Pie meant that a decent stallion should do that for Pinkie Pie before 'getting too close' to her. “What else did she say?” Blacky asked, while getting the other chair for himself.

“Well, she told me to not let anypony break my heart." Pinkie answered, while stuffing a lot of fruit in her mouth.

"Seems like Granny Pie was a very wise mare?" Blacky said in yearning tone, just snatching a small piece of the bread from the cover of a pie on the table.

"Was? What are you talking about? She lives very happily in Mareami with her coltfriend." Pinkie retorted surprised, after almost choking because of Blacky's last comment. "Wegh, Ihgm gheghy!" The pink mare announced, after taking a last mouthful of fruit, and rushing with open forelegs to kiss the dog. Movement that he was barely able to avoid.

"I'm going to close the back door!" Blacky said walking in four legs to the kitchen, leaving Pinky who stayed in her seat patiently chewing her breakfast. She found a little weird his way of walking but was happy because everything was going according with her plan.

The romantic lunch had been successful, she hadn't thrown balloons, confetti, or used any cannon. She had talked about her personal life, and he had proved to be a good listener. All points that Granny Pie had told her were important. She was even wearing a dress. It was a spying suit, but it was some dressing. Not one that Rarity would approve, but this wasn't Rarity's date and Pinky was starting to feel good about it. At least till she finished her chewing, when she noticed that the diamond dog hadn't returned.

Leaving her seat, Pinkie made her way to the kitchen wondering a reason for Blacky's delaying. Wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no pony ever dared to dream before; But her fears were broken when she found that the dog wasn't a goner. He was there waiting for her. Laying on the kitchen's floor, over his belly. And the only word he spoke was "Pinkie, come here." and nothing more.

"What are you doing here? You silly dog." Pinkie retorted, walking there to tap his pointy nose with her hoof. The door behind him was safely closed, so she decided to lay next to him in the same sphinx position. Her serious look behind her straight bangs while she was wearing those black tights gave her a look totally different from the one of her cheerful and poffy normal self.

"Here is where you work, isn't? And you love your job, don't you? Therefore you do here things that you love to do. And since I'm here to help, I thought you would like this place." Blacky explained, passing one foreleg over Pinkie's shoulders. "You're the very first friend that I made here in Ponyville. You thrown me a party, danced with me, and to be honest I feel kind of... attached to you. Of course you being the wild party pony that you are, I thought you had some... pony special. Later when I was with you, doing all those pranks around, I found that you were too busy on your 'ways' like to be in any kind of relationship with any stallion. That's what I planned that... 'joke' with Rainbow Dash, but it didn't turn out pretty well. I was hoping that if you had any feelings for me, you would say something right then, but all I did was give you a stressful week, and I'm sorry for that." the dog explained, before placing his head over hers.

"Pinkie, you're my friend, and friends can tell everything. If you need help I'm glad I can help you out, but to be able to help you, I need you to tell me how do you like it." The dog said, gently rolling Pinkie from her shoulder, to get her laying on her back, next to him. "Now show me how you do it yourself." Black y requested, while grabbing her hoof, to leave it alone in her own crotch.

"I- I'm not sure... " Pinkie muttered, retracting her forehooves to her chest with a shameful expression.

"Don't be afraid, friends can share anything. Let me show you mine." He proposed, unsheathing his hardening meat from his coat between his hindlegs. Starting to caress himself, only with the pads of his paw.

Pinkie, who had started to lower her hooves to have a better show of the spectacle, felt a bit intimidated at the beginning by the menacing shapes of the dog's weird-looking organ. But after watching at the serene and patient expression on the dog, she knew there was nothing to be afraid.

"Just do what you were doing earlier in the alley." He pleaded, but she didn't need to remember the events of that shameful morning to feel aroused. The simple spectacle that the dog was putting in front of her, was enough to make her feel stimulated.

"I was really enjoying watching you there." Blacky confessed, as he saw how Pinkie's right hoof had slowly made it's way to her crotch. She didn't even seemed aware. Her concentration was focused on his indulged member

"If you weren't about to lick that dirty crate, I hadn't even stopped you." He added. "Hey, I have an idea! Do you want to taste the real thing direct from the source?" The dog said deceptively, knowing that the stain there, was mostly Rainbow Dash' fluids.

Pinkie's first reaction was a cold shiver of fear, but soon she forgot about that as she noticed her hoof, again looking for something between her thighs, but for first time it seemed like a good idea leave it there. As grotesque as the proposal had been, it had been somehow, also appealing to her.

Pinkie was pondering the opportunity of increase her internal encyclopedia of flavors, versus the idea of touch something so ugly and misshapen in such manner, when she noticed the wetness from her loins had trespassed her clothes, leaving her hoof soaked.

"It- It always get dirty there when I touch myself." A sad Pinkamena said, opening the zipper in her chest to take her humid hoof out of her stealth suit.

"Your love juices aren't a dirty thing." Blacky retorted, holding her exposed hoof, passing gently his tongue along it. "Tastes like the sweetest thing in the world." He added with a soft smile on his face, before licking her temple.

It had been a long but quick lick. His slim and wide tongue was soft and warm, yet it had leaved a feeling of coldness in the wetness of his trace left from her cheek, by her temple, to the mane. Pinkie had found disgusting, under any other conditions, how her own body fluids had made its way from her hoof, to his mouth, and now back to her face. But right then, that dog had done something that she found very flattering. Too excited to notice the creepiness in his plans, she felt relieved for how Blacky was being so comprehensive with her own creepy plans. She even felt a bit funny after being licked, and a small smile started to form in the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, sorry, Pinkie. That's how we, diamond dogs, show affection." Blacky explained, but Pinkie knew how dogs usually kiss each others, and just when she was starting to feel less naughty and have fun, the dog got closer and whispered in her ear, "Pinkie, you should try to licking me too."

When he took away her muzzle from her ear, she turned at him, and in a playful gesture she liked the tip of his nose.

"No, Pinkie. I mean here below." The dog clarified, signaling with his sight at his soft masturbation.

A cold shiver ran again, through Pinkies body at the revelation. Just when she was Starting to feel comfortable for the first time in days, the dog bluntly proposed something utterly disgusting. After all, Pinkie knew that part of his body had in the tip the equivalent of her pee hole, and she had never imagined herself savoring such flavors.

"Maybe you aren't confident to do such thing." Black added, after seeing her react with a sheepish attitude. "Maybe it's a little scary for you right now to do such things," the dog said getting closer, "but since I'm here trying to help you with all this, I could start doing it to you first, to help you build up your confidence." He finished, placing his lips over hers. Nose to nose kissing her, he could measure the rhythm of her accelerated breathing, and she felt relief after being relieved from his proposal, but, in a double standard expectancy, excited about her being now the one tasted.

He took the paw with which he was caressing himself to Pinkie's tummy through the exposed part of her black tights. Playfully roving his pawn between her chest and just above her coatless teats near her crotch, just to measure her level of rejection, that was near to zero if not just for a little bit of nervous ticklish, before taking his body closer to hers and feel her fast and strong heart beating.

Confident with his advancement, the dog started to take his lips more and more to the corner of her mouth and beyond, to start touring slowly through her neck and below. When he was passing his tongue through her chest, she hold his head between her hooves and wasn't afraid anymore. She felt in complete control of the situation, like if she were really guiding him. She felt deared and desired. She felt almost in love, and that was somehow fun for her, and she loved to have fun for sure.

When he started to struggling to reach her belly through the slit of her camo suit, he ripped open her tights, and had for the first time at reach, one of the best parts of the pink mare, the flawless skin surrounding her soft, yet firm young teats.

All the stress of the past days and the secreted pheromones during the previous foreplay had leaved its trace on Pinkie's bare skin. The enticing smell of a young mare ready to copulate was pouring from her, almost perceptible only for the dog's sensitive nose. Her sweet hormones and the salty tasteful flavor of her sweat, had subtly varnished her skin with Invisible stains to which his tongue couldn't resist.

The flirting time had ended. He had been teasing her so far, but the real tasting was about to start. He knew that he might have 'help' her in that alley, but she had felt abused just after that, but now, when she started to move her hips at the peace of his tongue, he knew that she was ready to be scratched out of his list.

Her excited and sweet teats, almost of the same pink than her coat, had forgotten absolutely about any ticklish feeling, and their sensitive tips were making her tremble every time he passed his flexible tongue over them. His paws had invaded Pinkie's bare skin, after tearing apart her suit and caressing everything they could under it.

Pinkie couldn't care less about her clothes even if Celestia herself knocked at the door asking her to take care of them. In fact Pinkie was enjoying being the center of attention. His caresses weren't provoking any tickling at all, yet she felt each as a nice reason to smile.

She was enjoying the playful tongue of the dog as much as a relaxing massage after so many stressful days, and was enjoying the experience way more than any new game before. The anticipation of what would come after that was as fun as any party in her past. However she noticed that this was like some one-sided kind of party that only she was enjoying, but she couldn't help but to keep enjoying all the job her canine friend was doing for her.

For him, however, the job was more than pleasurable. Tasty could be the right description of his activity. With Pinkie Pie completely willingly to enjoy the moment, he continued his touring through the aromas and flavors from the excited mare.

Ripping apart more of her costume, he could this time get his tongue to the hooded crown of her marehood. The one he had earlier been the first one exposing out, but that had remained willingly untouched till that very moment.

Pinkie Pie let some moans go out after a first grunt. Her grip on the dog's head had tensed, but she was barely guiding his movements. In fact her body was trying to move synchronized with Blacky's soft licking, and when his tongue went further than her hooves even could, provoking a warm and electric sensation that was hard to resist, her back arched backwards. With her rump held in the air and her excited marehood well lubricated, it was easier for his long and soft tongue reach the inner parts of her lower lips while he kept rubbing her love button with the base of his nose.

Pinkie, who was fighting for breathing between moans, had a hurtful face. Her hooves were simply exploring the dog's head. From his ears to his muzzle, she was desperately rubbing his face, minding it as a surrogate for her own marehood, and the replacement of the fear for what she had liked to do since the night she found Rainbow Dash doing what the dog was doing now for her.

With his bows in the floor and his head between her thighs, while holding her rump up, he held her body up into his face when she stretched her hindlegs into the air. His chin was being restricted by the disjointed stitches of her camo suit, but his tongue that was being familiarized with Pinkie's most sensitive areas. Soon found itself constricted by something else, a thick and resistant membrane. It's taste was particularly alkaline, and for the dog was easy to feel it only using his tongue. With a predictable pace of movements, he tested it's resistance, and Pinkie could at last normalize her breathing to a constant and accelerated soundful peace.

They had managed to reach certain synchronization, Pinkie Pie with her body and Black with his tongue. Her hooves were now fixed on his muzzle, pushing downwards but occasionally caressing its way to his ears to pull from them. Suddenly a big clear smile slashed her face when she felt him pushing stronger inside of her.

He meanwhile, was doing his part working his way through her maidenhood. Rainbow Dash' had been thin and elastic, way more fragile than Pinkie Pie's, hers was stronger and that meant it was going to be more painful for her to lose it.

Every time he tried to stretch his tongue further inside, she seemed to react negatively, like trying to get down from his paws, or hitting his nose with her hooves before pushing him away. He'd closed his eyes, focusing on her alkaline flavor. He had been exploring enough to stretch a fine aperture into it, and when Pinkie reached climax, he took the opportunity to go all the way further.

At the same time, Pinkie's felt a hot and constricted liquid escaping from her body. She'd liked to tell at the dog not to drink it, but any word was able to think, wasn't able to leave her mouth. Her body had started to twitch, and her hips were trembling while a tired scream slid out through her throat. Blacky could barely but attention to it since her ripped veil had been shed that characteristic rusted and sour taste that he missed so much in his meals living in Ponyville

His carnivorous instincts took over, even after Pinkie's spasms had long stopped. Now her only reactions were at the dog licking her. She felt a mix of pleasure and pain from the dog tasting her bleeding insides, but she felt him more like taking care of a fresh wound.

"I- I'm sorry. You shouldn't have drank my p... my..." Pinkie started ashamed.

"hon'th ghoghy , it'gh nogh gheal phee." The dog explained, yet with his mouth on her hunches and his eyes closed.

"What was that? It felt so good that it hurt!" She tiredly asked him, as soon he went out of his trance and opened his eyes to look at her.

"It always hurt the first time. Don't worry, it's a natural thing." He bluffed. "It'll only feel pleasurable from now on." He continued, still savoring the aftertaste of Pinkie's maidenhood. "What do you say, are you ready now?" He asked at least.

"Ready? Ready for what?" Pinkie answered, as weak as the bangs of her mane on her face.

"For paying the favor." He retorted, taking a seat in the floor. With his legs open, and his crotch next to Pinkie's head to give her a good sight of his well erected meat dog, right in front of her.

Taking one of her hooves to her mouth, Pinkie startled, using the other on the floor to take some distance between her and the dog, who seemed to be much closer to her of what he really was.

"Oh, come on. After seeing you earlier on those boxes in the alley, I thought you were going to be more... willing, to do this." Blacky added, after seeing her negative reaction.

"I wasn't thinking very clearly this morning." Pinkie explained, hiding behind her straight mane. Her suit was ripped in half and her thighs were still warm and humid. She was feeling much less stressed of what she felt a while ago, somehow satiated, like after the finest of banquets before, or the best party ever, and after such satiated feeling, she felt like if she owed something at the dog. So she started to walk around, thinking two options out; Start smoking her bubbles pipe, or suck what the dog so anxiously seemed to want sucked.

Taking instead one muffins out from one of the drawers in the kitchen, Pinkie took a place in front of her canine friend. Laying on her belly, she was decided to examine the strange organ in question. It had a weird shape, with curves outside of the stallion's cylindrical shape that she had been taught in school. It looked bloated with some kind of clear liquid that was dripping from the pointy tip, also very different from the flourished tips from the males of her species. And the raw meat texture was so disgusting, even when Pinkie diet wasn't strictly herbivore.

"Are you sure I might use this thing like that?" Pinkie suspicious asked, while slightly poking on it with a forehoof, and taking her muffin for another bite with the other.

Blacky's member reacted involuntary to her hard touch, but she didn't seem amused at his sudden spasm. In fact she seemed all critical and serious now. Her mane still straight wasn't helping either. After all she was still hurtful after her first time, and was kind of unsure about how of a good idea was to take another part of the dog inside of her again.

"What's the matter, Pinkie. I thought you wanted to taste it." The dog stressed at Pinkie, while she was gulping down a mouthful of cupcake, and suddenly her expression changed from worried, to a maniacal smile. Her pupils were contracting while separating from each other, and a sharp smile started to slash her face.

"I have an idea!" Pinkie calmly claimed.

The dog was starting to wonder if it was a good or bad idea for him, when Pinkie suddenly smashed her cupcake on the tip of his erected rod.

The dog rolled backwards whining, while Pinkie started to inspect her new half cupcake, half donut pastry. Her curious nose could definitely detect something new, but her tongue didn't dare to confirm the real difference in her new creation.

"Ouch, Pinkie. Why did you do that?" Blacky asked, but Pinkie didn't answer anything. He just watched her staring at the deformed cupcake. "Hey, Pinkie , are you afraid?" The dog dared.

"Wha... No." She answered, shaking her head and her straight mane along with it. "I- I just..." She started without finish, in a thoughtful tone.

"It's actually fine if you're scared, it 'is' scary, you know?" He said, going closer to her. "That's why you do things like these with your special somepony. I just want to let you know that I'm here with you in all this, and I'm not going to think any thing you do is weird." The dog softly said at her ear, as he was surrounding her with his upperlegs. "You just have to do it, if you want to do it. Don't worry. It's not shameful." He concluded, kissing her cheek.

Pinkie didn't answer anything, but she looked somehow less stressed, and she dared to lick the hole in her cupcake. Despite the smell, Pinkie found it disappointingly tasteless. It was until she bit her new invention that she found some differences. At first taste, it was definitely bitter, but as she shewed the mixture of bread, saliva, and diamond dog's essence, her mouthful become rather salty, and the aftertaste was sweet. Something that she had never tasted before, which leaved her with a slight smile on her face.

"You see? Nothing to be afraid about." The dog said. "Don't you want to know how does it taste fresh from the source?" He added in a devious tone.

"I- I could give a try now. Under one condition!" Pinkie answered. "Youhavetotrythis!" she concluded in a fast pace. Smashing her half-eaten donutcake, this time inside the dog's mouth.

Without time to react or properly receive it, the dog almost chokes behind the bread projectile.

"Why did you do that?" Blacky asked again, after coughing a couple of times and threw up the part of the cupcake that wasn't already inside of him.

"Seems fair!" Was Pinkie's cheerful answer.

"Fair, why?" Blacky wondered out loud.

"Because I'm about to do this!" Pinkie retorted, in a fast pace again. Hastily taking the dog's mistreated member between her hooves, and sucked on it like if there were no future. As hard as she could, before nibbling on it.

"Ouch, ouch! Pinkie! No!" Was everything the dog was able to say. Between whimpers and doggy cries, he took her straight bangs from her face to look at her eyes, but she kept her face down and her eyes closed, until he drawn her doghood away by pulling from her hears.

"No, Pinkie. That's not... the best way to start doing that." The diamond dog commented, feeling lucky for the mercy of her blunt teeth on his exposed meat.

"Hmm... No?" Pinkamena wondered, passing her tongue over her lips in delight. Which helped the dog to keep his excitement alive. "I just chewed it like if it were a creamy cake!" She clarified, savoring the bittersweet essence of the dog.

"Well, it was not... Unless you really... Bites, are usually... I don't really like being bitten there, do you mind if..." Blacky started, as Pinkie hid her face between the hunches of the dog again.

She strongly wrapped the tip of his rod with her lips, and just stood there sucking as hard as she could, which made the dog whimper by the overwhelming sensation.

"It's not a straw, you know?" He said, pushing her face out of him again.

Pinkie, who was getting used to the weird taste when he pushed her away, wasn't really listening, but the fact that Blacky were denying her such activity, made it more enticing for her.

"Pinkie, stop." He pleaded, when Pinkie threw her head teeth-wise at him like a pink piranha. "Sorry, Pinkie. We all born with a natural talent, but this isn't yours." He said, getting up, lifting her by the armpits, and placing her backside down. "It doesn't matter. It's not the most pleasurable activity you could enjoy." He finish, placing his body over hers, face to face.

Surrounding each side of her body with his paws, he aligned his nibbled meatpole over her swelling and damped marehood. They both feel the unmistakable heat of bare skin against each other between her ripped suit, and they both kissed simultaneously as in a well-practiced dance step. He didn't penetrate her though, he was only rubbing his doghood on her, long enough to stimulate the entrance of her lower lips, along her own tiny erection, to between her soft and exited teats over her crotch.

"Wait! Wait!" Called Pinkie, tapping a hoof over his shoulder. "There's something... I'm forgetting..." She explained, breathing heavily, and sliding herself out from below the dog.

Getting prepared for any crazy surprise that the party mare were forgetting, Blacky let her go. He feared the worst when he saw her fetching under a kitchen drawer. At first with a tongue-out wondering expression, and later head on. He felt relieved when he saw that what she hadn't taken out an oversized female strap-on, or some psychedelic drug, but instead a lot of condoms in their individual wraps.

"Ghghanny Phie alho tholdh mhe abouth thehe, ghphehially dughing phremadhithal intheghcoughe." She said with a straight face, holding a bunch of condoms in her mouth.

Blacky felt moved by the sanity of his friend, and also a little guilty for abusing of her innocence. He had traced plans though, and there's not like if there were somebody better to learn from anyways. So he kept playing cool.

"What are you doing with those in there?" Blacky asked rhetorically.

"I just stashed condoms all over Sugarcube Corner in case we... well..." She timidly explained, after dropping some of the wraps from her mouth.

"Pinkie, are you sure you want to use those? I mean, we really don't need them." Blacky said, referring to the birth control method.

"Why? No, It's fine, I want to..." She answered, thinking on getting laid. She actually gained some trust on the dog for not forcing her in any way, and care about her feelings. Actually she was kind of horny, and she couldn't notice what was really going on with him.

"Then we shouldn't do something like this in the kitchen, there should be a better... place for you..." The dog tempted. Getting up in two legs without even trying cover up his erection.

"Do you want to go upstairs, to my bedroom?" Pinkie proposed, grabbing again the bunch of condoms in her mouth, as the dog ears, among other things, perked up.

"It will be an honor." He said. "Ladies first." he concluded, letting her go ahead, picking something carefully wrapped in thick white cloth from the kitchen's table without Pinkie noticing.

Following her in two legs, and hiding the object behind. He noticed that she was lifting her tail for him to see at her private parts, behind her torn black tights, when they were walking up the stairs. He could see her sultry look behind her straight mane for a moment when she turned her face back to look at him for a second.

Passing a couple of doors, her bedroom was at the bottom. It had a balcony with a gate window at the front of Sugarcube Corner. Many buildings in Ponyville had second floors, but since Sugarcube Corner seemed to be a building weirdly placed, breaking from the linear structure within most Ponyville's structures, nopony had a direct view at that balcony from another building.

Once passing the door at her bedroom, Pinkie stopped suddenly in front of him. Making her rump thump with his crotch. Yet with her tail up in the air, and with some sealed condoms hanging from her mouth, Pinkie just stood there, rubbing her own body on his, through her torn out camo suit.

"Pinkie, Don't you rather... I don't know, do it on your bed?" Blacky asked. Wondering what was going on in the mind of the random mare.

"Well... I do. What about you?" She asked, from behind her mane, slightly worried. "I appreciate everything you've done and all that, but you don't have to do anything you don't want. you don't have to keep sacrificing yourself anymore if you don't want to." Pinkie relieved, without stopping her rubbing on the dog.

"Pinkie, I assure you that you're one of the most gorgeous mares I've seen in my life. Believe me, nobody could even think of this, with you, as a sacrifice." He exclaimed, pulling a timid smile out from her, as she started to walk in. "You were the first pony that welcomed me when I moved here, remember?" He added as they both seated on her bed, where Pinkie noticed that the dog dropped some object on her bed. It was concealed or maybe just lazily wrapped with a white fabric, but in that moment, she couldn't care less about it.

"That night, when we were dancing, when barely anypony else had talked with me, I thought you were some experienced traveler, used to deal with any kind of body. When I asked about you, and I found out you were a long time resident that had been raised in a rock farm, I was confused, I thought you had a crush on me or something. That could explain the sudden party and why you had been the only pony dancing with me." Blacky concluded, laying on his belly, while Pinkie was laying on her back, next to him.

"Put one of this." She said decidedly, picking randomly one of the condom wraps that had fallen from her mouth. She had barely listened his story. Her mind was kind of busy trying to figure out how to bang with a dog.

"You know, it's customary for we, dogs, that the female is who puts it on the male, do you mind... ?" He teased, getting over her.

Holding it with a hoof, Pinkie opened the wrap from a corner with her teeth, and slid below to the dog's hunches.

"You know how to put it on?" Black asked, giving her enough space to let her maneuver below.

"I never was really a good student, you know? But that day in school, when the teacher was explaining that stuff, I dunno why, but I was really putting attention that day." Pinkie confessed, slightly ashamed, but confident that the dog was going to find that fact kind of funny without judging her.

"It's inside out, Pinkie." The dog interrupted, starting to feel too good by her hooves trying to unroll the condom out. "Isn't accomplish this kind of jobs a bit complicated with hooves?" He wondered out loud, at the time he felt the mix or her humid breathing and her warm tongue, sliding down the flipsided condom, through his erected member.

"It was easy for me!" She claimed from below, sliding back her body under his.

"Ever since we danced together you're my favourite pony, you know? I've been imagining we both doing this since that moment" He said, aligning his wrapped doghood over her moisten lower lips, to start doing the same repetitive movement in which they had achieved such great pace for both before. Like in a slow dance, like in the first night they danced together.

"Later, that night I noticed how oblivious you were of all that. On time I realized that you were so immersed in your everlasting party, that you don't have time for coltfriends. The lack of candidates in Ponyville also plays a role in all this, but I don't want to just be the best option next to nothing. Pinkie, are you sure you wanna do this with me? Won't you regret it?" He said, still grinding over her.

"Won't you regret it?" She replied reciprocally, unable to think straight, but trusting that the same could be applied to him. The feeling over her crotch had changed from a warmer and humid one, to a slippery, more fresh feeling. Equally pleasurable on her clit, but not so on her teats. Matter that lose importance the moment she felt the pressure between her thighs, when he was inserting himself, directly through her especial place.

Except for the dog's tongue, she had never explored that place, and receiving the hardened lust of the dog, was very different than his thin and flexible tongue invading her before. His tongue had been definitely more stimulating, but less forceful, yet somehow way hurtful.

She had read that her first time was going to be painful, but her puffed marehood and lubricating fluids made her feel his firm and thick member welcomed inside her, special since Blacky was making his way inside with calm and patience. Pinkie was feeling the smooth sensation of the slippery surface steadily grinding, eventually reaching deep inside her.

The winter was coming, and the air was fresh already. While Pinkie could feel the warmth of the dog in their embrace, and on his breathing while he was kissing her neck. Her interior was also starting to feel heated by his hardened member, teasingly reaching places in her body that she would never had been able to reach herself.

The temperature in the point of the rubber had increased, in part for the usage time, and part due to the fluids accumulating in the loose end. Yet Pinkie was feeling the part covering the bottom, fresh by the cold air being agitated on the rubber thanks to their accelerating movement in and out. Which was starting to make Pinkie's heart beat in a much more pleasurable way than the week before.

The dog was trying to be as slow and merciful as caninely possible, but the restless nature of the pink mare had surfaced way before of what he had thought, and soon she was the one setting the peace on their union.

"I've been waiting to do this with you ever since the first time we danced. Seriously, I've got a crush on you since then. I've imagined you and me doing exactly this since that night, except for one thing..." Blacky said, as he broke his coitus with Pinkie, and took off the damped condom from his stimulated doghood.

Lifting her smaller body, he brought her next to him to a seated position on the bed. The dog placed her over his hunches, where she had no trouble taking him again, inside her pleading entrance. This time unwrapped, his erection felt warmer from the beginning, and way rougher. It was pulsating inside her, and that was making hard for Pinkie to tell if it was more pleasurable or not, but definitely it was more 'itchier.'

The smell of their joint was similar to what Pinkie had nosed in the alley earlier, and way before when she found Rainbow Dash having her way with Blacky in the forest. It wasn't exactly the same, but this time it was hers, and that made her happy. Until she remembered why she had even given him a condom in first place.

"No, sorry! I don't wanna give birth to a half puppy foal." She expressed, slightly worried, but not slowing down her rumbling body.

"What? No! Pinkie, I'm sure that's pretty much impossible. Don't worry. Diamond dogs can only impregnate diamond bitches. You won't be the first mare having a half foal breed of puppies. Offspring is only possible between parents of the same kind." The dog clarified.

"But.. Then how you do explain griffins?" She asked, still without stop hammering her hips on the dog.

"Griffins can only lay griffins eggs, that's true for all creatures... As long they aren't using magic I guess... " Blacky replied, wondering if what breezies do with plants do count.

"And what the about minotaurs, or Discord?" Pinkie insisted.

"Apes got extinct like looong time ago, and I'm sure no minotaur is son of a cow or a museum fossil. In the other paw, I don't know what discords are, but I'm sure they look just like their parents. And since condoms don't serve any other purpose, don't worry, Pinkie Pie." He clarified, the last part pulling strongly from Pinkie's cutie marks, pushing himself further inside, along with lines of her fluids rushing through his hunches to drip down over her bed, before she started a seesaw movement on him. He convinced the ever-bouncing mare, who was looking strangely beautiful behind her bouncing flattened mane.

The irregularities on the dog's weirdly shaped pole were much more evident now that she was feeling him rubbing his raw meat inside hers. Blacky could feel her internal walls contracting him, sucking him forward as naughty sounds became evident with each one of their movements. Pinkie's heart started to race like it had never before, making her lungs plead for oxygen, and turning her legs weak, probably for the first time on her life.

Except for some moans between her accelerated breathing, Pinkie had been strangely silent, just turbulently hugging the bigger body of the dog, just hearing his heart and occasionally biting his coat, or submissively kissing him when he wanted. Pinkie also was enjoying when he was nibbling her ears or her neck, or when he was licking her shoulders or face, but those were just nice balloons and confetti compared with the fireworks exploding in her interior.

She was feeling how her body was being skewered by the dog's raw rod. His bare meat had much more friction than the rubber before, and she could feel his organ swelling up in each thrust inside. Her own vaginal walls were slightly being pulled out during every pulling movement they had mastered to synchronize. Pinkie was starting to wonder where was the pain that she was supposed to feel, because no book had lied to her before, but besides the waves of burning pleasure clouding her senses, she was feeling utterly in ecstasy.

"I feel something coming." She said, speeding up the pace of her hips on the dog's meat pole, and tensing up practically every muscle in her body. "I feel something coming!" She repeated with urgency, before kissing the dog.

Soon after a hammering pace, a gush of liquid escaped from her body as her mane puffed up, and her insides started to convulsing madly strong for a mare so small compared to the taller diamond dog.

Their kiss was broken only by an sliding deep moan, build by all the pleasure that she had been stacking in her body, now being released as an electric heat, breaking loose through her spine to her lungs, heart, brain, and even her mane.

After that, even her hooves felt softer when the diamond dog, yet hard inside her, held her right forehoof with his paw. He had been quiet inside her, just leaving her enjoy her own aftermath, slowly grinding her own hips on him.

"Pinkie, I got a gift for you." Blacky said, and Pinkie's puffed mane seemed to got brighter when she heard that.

"What is it?!" She energetically replied, with a big smile on her face.

He took from her bed the object wrapped on a white cloth, revealing a red and wide, fake leather strap, with a thick metallic buckle. Featuring three charms, each shaped as the balloons in the same colors than Pinkie's cutie mark.

"They jiggle!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed enthusiastically, after he placed the collar around her neck.

"It's metal, they'll jiggle if you want them to. They also will alert anybody around if your Pinkie Sense activates, which is a good way to prevent somebody of having something falling on their heads." Blacky explained, remembering that one time he was so amused watching her twitching for the first time, that he didn't pay attention to the sound of the pot falling just above his head.

"I know a good way we can make them sound." Pinkie retorted, seductively implying something, with a suspicious complicity on her smile.

"I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that you never got off of me." Blacky pointed out, starting to feel how the hindlegs of the mare were starting to embrace him harder, and her hips started to thrust again.

"Hey Pinkie, wanna try something new?" He asked, smiling back at her.

"There's more than this?!" Pinkie retorted, amazed at the idea of something new.

"There is lots, lots, more, Pinkie Pie. If you trust your partner, and he trusts you back, there's practically nothing you can't do." He said, grabbing one of her hindlegs, and passing it right between them, to the other side along with the other, making her spin on their raw coitus, pulling out a twisting sensation that even many experienced couples didn't know.

Pinkie's extremities went limp after that, that movement had been a complete challenge for her debuting marehood. But the thrilling sensation she was feeling soon was exponentiated by the dog pulling her hindlegs up.

Seated over him an a 'V' position, or rather being held, the only control she had, thanks to the flexibility of her extremities, was lost after feeling him trusting on her own hips, while he was holding her legs up in the air. With the charms of her collar jiggling wildly, and her rump held in place by his skewering member, she gave up complete control of her body to the dog, she just could threw her face upwards, and grab his head for what had started as a messy kiss, but ended in her just sucking the dripping tongue of the dog.

Being held in that position, with her hindlegs next to her head, Pinkie could feel the dog thrusting himself way deeper inside her. Surrounded by sharp teeth, Pinkie fearlessly kept holding his head above hers, sucking the tip of the dog's tongue for a while, until she gave up all her freedom, when he held down one of her forelegs, to start making her rub her own teats under his grip.

Blacky started to push down his tongue through Pinkie's mouth. Yet she remained fearless, confident that her canine friend wasn't taking anything from her that she wouldn't have given willingly. All she could do is enjoy the dog reaching all her secret places that nopony had reached before. In fact, she was now feeling like somepony desired, like a full flagged mare, provoking male's desires, and not a pitiful filly in need of explanations, or a second place prize after Rainbow Dash.

Learning from her own body in her confinement state, Pinkie tried to regain control over any part of her limbs, and while some attempts caused her pain, the pleasure she was receiving was greater than the uneasiness of some sharp teeth on her neck, or her legs being stocked into uncomfortable positions for a hard to quantify period of time.

The dog, holding her legs, was helping her to explore her groin. It was the first time Pinkie didn't have to worry about touching herself, thing that she had been informed, was pretty bad. But now, with her freedom taken away, it was like if she wasn't doing it herself. Even so, every pleasurable caresses on her indulged clit, and every well-timed squeezing on her excited teats, was only under her own and complete, control. She could even feel with her hooves the stiffened dog's organ crawling under her lower belly.

Holding her legs open up in the air, Blacky could reach further inside her, and with the level of excitement that their swollen erogenous zones had reached, the spear shaped end of the dog's member, was starting to slight prick on the entrance of her cervix. Which, like new previous sensations before, was very intense for the constricted mare, and was also very hard for her tell if it was something hurtful, or pleasurable. She even came to think that she was feeling the supposed painful sensation of losing her virginity, without realizing that the dog's tongue had taken care of that not long ago.

With the dog pressing himself carefully against her womb. She was starting to enjoy simply being a rag doll, when unexpectedly, a very important part of her body started to twitch uncontrollably by its own.

It was inevitable for both of them notice her fluffy tail twitching between them. and for one second they interrupted their submissive-dominant play, to look at it before realizing what it meant.

The ears of the dog perked up, and suddenly the gates of the balcony opened. A gush of multicolored wind came along with Rainbow Dash, who rolled trough the floor before striking a pose in a triumphant entrance.

"Never fear, your friendly neigh..." Rainbow Dash started, before being interrupted by the shocking picture of what was really going on there.

To be continued...

Author's Note

1.-Assuming condoms in Equestria are kinda crapy, and there's not fine or sensitive ones.

2.-Assuming condoms in Equestria are made out of plastic instead of latex, which kinda turns me on.

3.-if this were a theater play, we could have used zero buckets of cum as prop.

4.-If this chapter had been a porn movie, Rainbow Dash hadn't been paid.

5.-Next chapter is gonna be called "that shameful moment when you get caught, with a dog and another mare, by the cakes."

6.-This was going to be part of the previous chapter, but since it had such great cliff hanger, well, you know.

7.-Any comment regarding corrections is welcomed. Thank you.