A Sharpened Smile.

“What do you think if we go to my bedroom?” Pinkies asks me wiping away if her nose a little residue of icing , a provoking glance in her eyes, while she gets up and begin to walk upstairs without waiting my response, Which I am sure she know pretty well.

The go to the second floor of Sugarcube Corner in complete silence, the only sound is made by her hooves and my feet patting on the creaking wood that composes the pavement, al a deep twilight. I follow her closely watching her posterior swaying slowly in front of me, her tail playing with my sight, just leaving a partial vision of her nethers. I gulp. This is the first time I go all the way with a.. pony: my mind returns on her sentence said just an half hour before. ‘It’s different’: I tried initially to take it as a compliment, and seeing the results my opinion seemed well proved, but now the problem is a little more essential. I shake my head: no time for doubts, she liked it, after all.

“You know you already seduced me, right?”

She looks over her shoulders a little clueless. Oh, she is so random sometimes. I adore it.

“I mean.. there is no need of all this show back here..” I say with a smirk.

She giggles.

“Just a little teasing..”

“Oh, you bad filly!” I said patting her cutie mark. Not sure she likes spanking: better avoid some involuntary kick.
She laughs loudly, while we finally reach the entrance and she pushes the door open, allowing to see inside. After snatching on the light.

Wait: electricity?

You know what? I don’t even care.

Strange.

It seems pretty ordinary.

Almost everything in there is colored in white red and pink, the decors shaped in their particulars as sweets, a large and thin couch in the center of the room, it seems very comfortable.

Before I can say anything, a pink blur runs on my side into the ambient, jumping on the bed.

Some pony is really impatient.

My eyes follows her jumps on the bed, Pinkie’s mane almost touching the roof, her smile wider than ever.

“Isn’t - that - the - most - comfy - woimpfy- bed - in - everywhere?” She asks to me intercalating her words between the jumps.

I can’t help but grin myself and nod.

“Come on big colt! Get in here!” she shouts landing on the surface of it with her belly, letting her mane to fall on her muzzle.
I’m not in the mood to correct her now.

I move a couple of steps inside and sit on it slowly putting my left arm around her neck and pulling the filly closer conjuncting our mouths again in a more relaxed make out, that prolonged for some minutes, her tongue now not more invading my mouth, but playing and dancing with mine, giving ourselves the time to enjoy each other’s attention, and permitting to me to give some more teeth playing, almost chewing her delicately, letting her moan and blush deeply, a lighter tone on pink on
Pinkie’s cheeks.

It was just perfect.

When we decided finally to separate, we exchanged a little chuckle , and I begin to put off my shirt and pants, still wearing my grey boxers, a bulge under it signaling that I was ready. While I was denuding myself, the young mare tuned around herself on the couch, still staying on her belly making me face her butt, lifted thanks to her hind legs, the rest of her body pressed down. Her tail was swishing in excitement, and I could already see familiar juices flowing.

When I’m done with clothes, that now lay on the floor next to us, I stay on my knees and position my abdomen behind hers, grabbing firmly her sides and making my fingers touch her skin again. Inclining my body on hers, my face is near her ears. I take a long deep breathe of her scent, almost closing my eyes to concentrate on the extreme sweetness mixed natural smell she emitted. It arouse me only much, and with an impulsive decision, I lick the back of her neck, from the base to the ears, making the filly shudder, while my hands works on her haunches, creating big circles on it, sometimes patting them a little, just to make Pinkie cringe a little. Her mouth is agape, panting loudly while her posterior legs tremble a bit.

Okay, foreplay is over.

Pushing down my boxers, I finally can feel the heat coming from her sex on my erected member that soon is grinding on it.
“Ready?” I whisper to her.

She merely nods, keeping her eyes close and keeping her lower lip between her teeth. My grip on her flank thighens as I push my hips back a little pointing the head of my throbbing penis at her entrance, with little adjustments. Finally, I apply a delicate pression, parting her outer lips slowly, letting the first inches of me sliding in. I stop for a moment: she is so damn hot inside, and completely lubricated. I observe as Pinkies deepens her face in the pillow a suffocated cry coming from it.

Keeping my erection inside her as best as I can, I pass my palms on her coat, against the natural sense of it, until reaching her shoulders, my fingers imprisoning it gently them. A vicious grin appears under my nose.

Just had a little idea.

In the same moment I decide to go forward, my canines clench on her right ear suddenly, carful to not be too harsh. The sudden sensation of complete tenderness around my dick makes me scream in pleasure as my sack hits the filly’s crotch. Immediately, pinkie lifts her muzzle from the pillow and she join me in an in wordless cry. We both enjoy the mutual pleasure for a moment, my dripping with pre cum head pressing on Pinkie’s womb entrance, while hew wet walls suck me in further, making me grunt and release unwillingly her ear.

A little less carefully, I begin to move inside her, trying to relax as more as I can, all the stress concentrating on my hands, my just discovered force making her gasp.

“You okay?” I ask easing the grip ans repressing the instinct to begin immediately to pound her.

“Just rut me, you beast!” she shouts with a lustful glance in my direction. I remain a little perplex to that sudden chance of style from her, reminding me a little about Pinkamena, but, as it weird and silly as it is, is all the input I need. The grin on my face grows as I thrust back in in a single time, with decision but not with violence. My movements become more fluid and deep as I continue to penetrate her, the sensation if her insides, of her muscles on me almost overwhelming.
In the main time, continuing to fuck her in a increasing pace, my sides almost moving mechanically, driven by instinct, my mouth, and more precisely my fangs –why I’m starting to find this so exciting?- leave little bites signs an all her back, passing on all the length of her neck, then following her spine, my hands now concentrating in the research on her chest and belly of her breasts, finding soon two nipples just a at the bottom of her belly, two little soft nubs under them. She squeaks feeling her exposed sensitive skin squeezed between my indexes and my thumbs, stimulating the two buttons merciless, obtaining from her more spasms and grunts.

Felling my pleasure increasing rapidly, and having not sign of her incoming orgasm, I decide to try en last thing: taking again an ear in my mouth firmly, one hand remaining on her delicate breasts, the right one goes above her ass cheeks. I hesitate for a moment.

Ok, all in: just hope she does not kick too strongly.

I slap vigorously her mark, the mare’s cheek shacking under the spank, her screaming just more. When I her marehood begins to spasm on me, I understand that I’m not too far from the edge.

“Yes! Give me your icing!” she cries out again, almost making me laugh.

Repressing the laughter, and using the a strength that I was not aware to be capable, taking my arm at her sides, I turn her, making Pinkie lay on her back, and spread her hind legs a little, trying to not decrease the pounding, giving me a clear sight of her body. Her eyes are completely shut and her teeth gritted, a strip of her mane covering her left eye and bouncing like a spring, her eras now down; the filly’s anterior legs rest on her chest, and her belly shakes a little with every thrust. I notice how her hips are now following my movements, increasing the penetration thanks to her own pressing down on me.
I really can’t take it more.

“Pinkie..”

“Do it!” she shouts to me: it’s not a request, it seems.

The sensation of her vaginal liquids coating me erase any last resistance, as taking her in a final deep long kiss, I release the seed that remained from before directly in her, every throb by be causing a squeak from her, as her entire body tenses and the filly arch on her back, lifting her abdomen a little. Few interminable fantastic seconds passed before I can think again straight, opening my eyes and finding myself laying on the young mare.

Seems my arms gave up, at the end.

I look down at my mate: her mouth opened and her tongue lolling out, apparently satisfied eyelids still down, in a relaxed expression. She seems so adorable. Descending delicately from her, I remain on her side, stroking with and end her mane the other curled around her waist.

Oh I just can’t resist.

I give her a little smooch on the cheek making her smirking.

Pinkie turns her head to me and nuzzles on my neck.

We stay there for some minutes, embracing.

“You use your party cannon very well!” She breaks the silence - and the atmosphere.

“And I love your pie.” I reply not being completely capable to hold the laughs that immediately escapes at first from me, them by her, while I hug her tighter.

“Oh you! Tell me tell me! How did you know all those ‘fun spots’?” she asks to me a little curious, her eyes glistening.
I shrug.

“Just guessing, I think”

“Oh, I don’t believe you! Tell me the truth: you back on the.. how is it called?”
“Earth?”

“Yep! I bet back on the Earth you practiced on thousands of human mares didn’t you?” She points a hoof on my chest.

“Well, It seems you just discovered me, Pinkie..” I sigh, lying without any shame.

“I knew it! I should imagine that by your handsomeness!”

“Pinkie?”

“Yes?”

“You are fooling me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe, my big scary clever mare hunter.”

“Pinkie”

“Mhhh?”

“Please, stop.”

“Ookie dookie.”

“ Anyway I think you are cute..” She whispers.

“And I think you are a little cruel continuing this.”

“Hey! This time is for real!” She replies a little irritated.

I smile.

“Oh you’re such smarty pants sometimes!” She shouts almost suffocating me in a strong hug.

Before any of us could notice that, we were deeply asleep.

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Meanwhile, At the first floor of Sucgarcube Corner..

Mr Cake and Mrs Cake were on their bed, under the sheets, completely frizzed, their faces looking at the roof, they eyes completely open, a scared expression contorting their muzzles.

“Honey?” Mrs Cake asked with a little sqeak.

“Yes, love?”

“Maybe it’s time for Pinkie to find a place on her own.”

“I agreed, sweetie.”

THE END

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Aaand here I am back, in front of the screen of my computer, in the darkness and complete silence of my room, the usual after-pony melancholy reaching my chest.

Standing up from my chair, I look at myself in the mirror.

Handsomeness.

Yeah, totally.

Oh fuck off.

“Hey you.” I say to the guy who watches me a little perplex, his long hair and his short bear completely messy.

“Yes, you, freak.” I gesture to him.

He just stares blankly.

“Now you’re gonna move that flat ass and shave your stupid beard, go to bed, and tomorrow morning begin seriously to think how to get a real life, you understand?”

He is just more shocked.

“ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, FAGGOT?!” I scream to him, his face becoming almost white, merely nodding.

I observe him for some seconds more.

“Good for you. Bed. Now.”

He obliged immediately hiding under the blankets.

“Tomorrow is another day. I will change everything, this time seriously” I mutter to nobody.

Exactly like yesterday night.