Stendhal Syndrome and cupcakes.
A Sharpened Smile.
‘Come on everypony smile, smile, smile!
fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine
all I really need's a smile, smile, smile
from these happy friends of mine!’
Another day.
Yes.
Still can’t find any reason to get up.
I put my foot on the floor, trying to descend from my warm soft bed. A horrible sensation of coldness awakes me a bit more than my ringtone already did. As I stand up slowly, I can fell my wole body waking up from the deep sleep just passed. Just feeling more cold, my sheets becoming so, so damn comfy all at once. I shudder while I walk to the desk near the couch and, with my eyes still almost completely closed, try to find in the twilight of my bedroom the cell phone.
‘Come on and smile!
come on and smile!’
Finally I can feel in my hand that squared shape, vibrating, while the song I set for alarm is ending. I just hoped that it would cheer me up in the freezing winter mornings, when I’ve got to wake up at 6:15 AM to work. I was so foolish: now I hate that song, like everyone else I used on this purpose in the past. Automatically my thumb press the ‘off’ button and the place turns back in complete silence. I stay still for a moment, the complete quiet almost making me fall asleep standing on my legs.
After what could be an hour of that, I force my eyelids on, checking the hour: thank God only two minutes passed.
There must be some reason to get out of here this morning.
I try to focus on the date: not any special festivity coming close, no important meetings, no payday, no time with friends, no friends, no girlfriend.
That bed becomes more inviting by any single instant.
My first instinct is to sit back on it, but I already know that trap: too much times coming late to work because of simply passed out again.
Walking to the bath, I turn the switch of the little blue room on. Too much light: I close my eyes again.
I position myself in front of the large glass above the sink, the water beginning to flow slowly, hating up gradually as it continue to pass on my palm.
My eyes are puffy and bloodshot: I must begin to go to bed earlier than 00:30 AM. Why I continue to stay at my computer for so long?
Ah yeah: ponies.
My morning depression continue to grow as I wash up my face an teeth without giving to attention to those actions, my mind wondering still why that day I had to face the rest of the world, and the probably terrible weather, my boss my coworkers and my daily duties.
Dammit, bed.
Drying my face and brushing rapidly my hairs, finally the first work of my schedule is done.
Shit: 7:00 AM. I’m late.
As fast as my still sleep weaken arms can, I bring the first clothes I find and put it on.
Wallet.
Cell.
Mp3.
Ponies.
‘RAINBOW DASH:
Three months of winter coolness, and awesome holidays..’
With my ears filled on the only anti-depressive I find still effective, a little smile is forced on my mouth, as the earphones make flow my favorite song since I began to displease ‘Smile Smile Smile’. I wear my long black jacket and my old red muffler around my neck, lifting a little its borders to cver my mouth and the unmotivated grin on it.
‘PONIES:Winter Wrap-Up, Winter Wrap-Up!
Let's finish our holiday cheer
Winter Wrap-Up, Winter Wrap-Up!
Applejack: 'Cause tomorrow Spring-
Rainbow Dash: -is here!
'Cause tomorrow Spring is here!’
Fuck.
It’s only November.
Hi, I’m Richard.
And I’m a Brony.
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Oh Jesus Christ, yes, home sweet home, again.
After leaving my jacket fall on the floor, I kick off my shoes, in a corner of the entrance. I landed with a ‘thump’ on the sofa, as a death weight.
It’s friday night finally, and I perfectly know what to do.
Seeing My Little Pony old episodes, alone, in peace, consuming a quick dinner in front of the tv.
Yes I know, but there is no need to be upset for that: pony time.
Taking the first bite from the salami sandwich in my right hand, I press the ‘on’ of the controlled and I a couple of seconds, I am in paradise.
‘My Little Pony, My Little Pony,
aaahhh..’
I’m in Equestria.
And I’m happy.
For the following 45 minutes I’m outside this crappy apartment, watching colorful girly talking ponies messing around.
Imaginary little horses.
Oh! I know that episode! My favorite!
‘Lesson Zero’: I will never get tired to see Twilight freaking out. A little snort escape my mouth as I accommodate on the sofa, landing my head in the couch.
‘.. it’s just that some of the icing on the extra cupcakes is getting all over the one next to it.”
Oh boy, here we go.
A devilish grin appears on my face.
As the most wonderful of dreams, the three episodes ended too soon: they always do.
Well, I still have internet.
As most of the not original members, I discovered the show and the fandom around it in the screen of my computer: pony memes seemed incomprehensible just some months ago, while they first appeared in my FaceNote page, coming out of nowhere apparently.
As a grown up male Alice I decided to see through the Vanity, into a complete obscure mysterious universe behind those smiling animals.
In a Week, my web history was filled with dozens of new sites, my list of favorites was composed by blogs, forums, videos, animations of them. Not every time I use Internet, the first thing that appear in front of me is not a research engine, but the home page of FimFiction.
I can’t count the hours, the days, I spent on it.
Maybe it’s better so.
That website just picked me up and guided to know every aspect of the new community. And I say every, I’m really implying EVERITHING: From my little Dashie (The first fic I ever put the eyes on, and still the best one –oh, tears) to Rainbow Factory and Cupcakes (Only different kind of more tears), passing through all the strange variants of it.
Now I know more background ponies than real people.
Yes! A new update in my favorite list! Check!
Sometimes I recognize something of the Twilight’s obsession for books in me.
Oh, only a story I faved almost two months ago.. what was it about? Can’t remember quite well.. Maybe checking the first chapters..
Nope.
Maybe I should moderate myself about MLP: talking like them is probably a little too much. Can still remember when I called accidentaly my little sister –an eighteen years old depressing hysteric monster- ‘Sugarcube’, even with the right southern accent.
Log Out.
Well, maybe I’m not a great lover of reading as the objectively best pony.
Yes I just said it. No regrets.
And now.. now what?
Equestria daily: nothing new.
Tumbrl: Nope.
Well. Guess it’s time to write something. Yes, I write fan fictions: no very talented, but full of time to waste.
I open the document I’m working on and read the last three sentences at the bottom of my old story. I began to work on it by almost three months now, creating places, imagining characters and interactions between them, inventing a plot as original and full of suspance as I could, not still reaching a satisfying development.
Results: 32.487 words, still full of little incoherence, two characters that I have no idea how to handle now. I’m blocked. Completely. In the middle of something that must be very important, a change of the entire story, my brain stopped to generate ideas.
I wait still almost fifteen minutes, observing the pages I spent the summer on, modifying it for the thousandth time, still not completely convinced of my work.
This time it has to be really good: my first narration was not.. well one of the most appreciated; but it wasn’t a serious one.
This is serious business.
No inspiration today, as in the last two weeks.
Guess it’s time to find some more ideas: FimFiction.
Today I fell a little sad and introspecting: let’s try with the ‘sad’ tag.
Rainbow Dash blind: checked.
Fall of Equestria: Done.
Love story between Celestia and an antagonist : Predictable.
Derpy dies: oh God no.
Nothing that is worth a little tear.
Boring.
Not that I’m thinking, there is something I still not controlled.
View adult [\/].
Oh come on, don’t judge me. If you are reading this you are in it too.
My eyes scan the principal list.
Already written infinite times.
Stupid.
Troll.
What the heck was thinking this guy?!
This. ‘A sharpened Smile’: Human Tag, Alternate universe, Random.. Romance?. Not exactly the most original beginning, but it has a good rate, and it’s not too long even if using the fist anonymous person style.
Give it an opportunity.
Did you ever heard about the Stendhal Syndrome? Is a particular mental weakness that affects some rare individuals who own a very developed sensibility towards art, in its every multiple form. The manuals of psychology describe the signs of it in felling sick, fainting, crying or identify too much reading or watching some artistic production.. in some cases it comprehends also visions and day dreams.
Not quite the best thing for a person who likes animations and fanatsy books.
I’m still trying to consider the positive part of that disturb: I have the course and the honor of meet the characters, to live with them, to be them even just for some seconds and only in my fragile mind. Funny how it occurs to me more reading than watching the show.
Pretty cool huh?
Clicking on the title of the first and only chapter forming the narrative story, a wall of text appears in front of me.
Why these guys seem to not know the existence if the ‘enter’ key?!
Oh screw that.
Nothing new under the sky: a human that in some strange ways gets to Equestria and meet his –yes he’s a male, as always- heroes.
Things go crazy while he meet the mane six.
Twilight ask him what he is and how he got there.
Shaved monkey gag.
Dimensional travel with Doctor Who references.
Multiverse.
Meat eating problem.
Pony pet arguing.
Relativism.
Blah blah blah..
Oh, here it is: a date with.. Pinkie Pie? In .. an elegant restaurant? I can’t miss that!
Surprise me, writer!
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Her light blue round eyes, that are evidenced only more by the contrast with her shock pink coat. She is watching right at me: I can see even the reflex of my face in it, trembling with her pupils, that just continue to express a never ending enthusiasm and happiness. Her little adorable nose is just over one of the wider smile I ever saw in my life: it is so white, so completely confident, so.. sincere and genuine. A strip of her mane is still hanging in front of her eyes, forming a strange unlikely arch above her forehead; it’s bouncing a bit, as it always does.
I can’t tell if she is shaped in a realistic figure, or I am drawn like a carton and everything seems to be.. normal.
Who could imagine that on day the forth wall between us could completely be broken not by this little energetic mare, but from a dimensional travel device?
For the time we stay in silence at the opposite sides of the little table in a desert and closed sugarcube corner, a candela illuminating we both just the necessary, I wonder What she was thinking: Meeting an extradimensional creature in her house, in a formal date, is a odd situation, even for Pinkie Standards, after all; Maybe she is a little scared, as I am, or is just keeping her usual explosive energy to not freak me out.
Or she’s just thinking about cupcakes.
I look down at our plates, a couple of muffin, a slice of cake and one of the favorite baked good of the mare in each: not what can be called a light or healthy meal. As I lift my eyes for a moment, I notice something sparkling at the sides of her mouth: she’s watering.
Yep, totally cupcakes.
I shrug a bit before clear my voice and modulate the most gentle..colt tone.
“It was really nice by you to keep open this place a little bit more for me, Pinkie.” It’s strange how I figured to talk to my favorite ponies directly, and now, pronouncing their names in front of them still leaves me a little weirded.
“Don’t be silly, it’s a pleasure to me!” her voice. I Always loved it: it is so acute but not irritant, and whenever I hear it, mathematically a smile unwillingly finds is place on my face.
This time there was no exception.
I look at her as her smile fade away a little, her eyes freezing for a moment and her ears put down suddenly. Not noticing at first what is happenning, I keep the grin and ask her casually:
“Everything’s okie dokie?”
I remain astonished as she does not say anything. I look around myself for a moment, not seeing any pony behind me, checking the windows, then my clothes and my ears.
Casually my sight fall on the cup of water just some inches from me and see my face a little distorted by the film of liquid reflecting it.
Finally I understood.
I was smiling: I was.. showing my teeth, my horrible omnivorous fangs.
My eyes grow wide as my face become white and I cover my moth with an end.
“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! Please don’t be! I’m so so sorry!” I mutter, seeing the filly in front of me gulping and returning at her.. ‘normal’ state.
“No.. no problem!” she squeaks smiling again: It’s not the same, is evident. It is forced.
How the hell could I be so stupid?! How could I expect that those little creatures could accept a potential predator in their community without any problem?! Such a predictable and avoidable error from a person who know so much human travelling fictions. Even if they knew my nature since the first moment we met, those little horses could just not ignore their conservation instinct.
Stupid stupid stupid!
I stand up from the table, still covering my mouth, this time with the neck of my jacket.
“I.. think I will go.. sorry again.” I whisper sighing and turning to the exit, but I’m hit by a little noise behind me. Is he trying to say something? I stop for a moment and turn the head to the female pony, she seems still, a pretty strange thing considering her, emitting a whimper that reminds me of Fluttershy, even more not ‘Pinkiey’.
Silence. I hate it.
I try to concentrate on what she is just approximating to say, not understanding a single word.
“Did you.. say something?” I dare to ask, seeing her cringe a bit.
“Can you..” she gulps before continuing her thoughts. “Show it again?”
I can’t believe my own ears.
No, I misunderstood, it’s evident.
“W-what?”
“Um, yes, I kinda could like to.. watch it again.”
No, wait, let set this straight.
“Are your meaning..?”
She nods.
“Are you sure?” this time I completely turn to her, not having any courage to uncover the bottom half of my face.
“Yes.. I promise I will not be freaky weaky..” Not I recognize her again, a little timid smile reappearing. I feel so much relieved to not have messed up with my second favorite pony.
Yes I think Pinkie is the second best pony. Deal with it.
“If you say so..” I sit back on my –too low- chair and put of the jacket.
I give a questioning look at her as she nods again in my direction.
Breathe, Richard, breathe.
Ok, let’s do this.
I grit my teeth, at firs very careful observing with attention her reaction.
Her eyes are wide, staring only some inches from my parted lips, her mouth a little opened in a mesmerized expression that perfectly express her amazement.
Some pony does have strange tastes, aren’t we?
Oh well, just being.. you know it.
I stay there for some seconds, not moving a muscle, concerned to break the fragile harmony now just coming back.
It seemed an eternity, but finally I could close my mouth and try to calm down a little.
I was over.
Well, not completely.
“They are so.. sharpened.” She admits. I blush a little. “I like it!” she comes out nowhere, her typical behavior regained.
I can’t say if I am more pleased or surprised by that.
“Again!”
Yes, it’s becoming more a game than a curiosity now. I roll my eyes and repeat my previous action.
This time I fell something touching it and immediately try to understand what’s going on: she was putting a hoof in my mouth.
Now let’s get this overwith: pony hooves are completely soft, like the palm of an hand, but covered by coat and without fingers.
Oh God, it’ awful to say like this.
Stay still, do NOT shut on her hoof, or you’re gonna have a bad time.
“Hihi! They are so tickling! And pointy woinky!” Pinkie is laughing: that’s the only thing that matters in that moment.
I close my eyes, finally completely relaxed, my mouth still agape a I feel her leg exiting it and being replaced by.. something else.
What now.
Lifting my eyelids, everything appears clear as day: a stormy day.
Her nose is touching mine in his moment, the mane brushing on my forehead and her mouth, on mine.
I should be surprised and shocked by that.
Meh.
More aroused: I left the few social skills and common sense I had back on the Earth.
Now I know that it can sound very, very unusual, but I actually asked myself how pony tongue would feel, and taste. Needless to say, I was just like chocolate milk, but very large and slimy against mine, overwhelming in muscular mass, but not unpleasant at all. iT was contorting spasmodically in every corner of mu poor oral cavity, diffusing cocoa on the internal side of my cheeks and on my palatal, until the base of my own tongue, and under it. Understanding that trying to compete with that was useless, I retired and let her do whatever she liked, only be careful to not accidentaly bite her.
I have even to control my gag reflex after a while, as much as she is pressing forward.
More than a minute passed, and we are still here. I can’t feel her nostrils, breathing, and her tongue is too occupied: quite the lungs capacity.
Hey, is she.. passing on the edge of my teeth? I can feel the extremity of that appendage sliding on my gums and under them. A long moan attire my attention: time to do something.
Carefully, I caress with my tongue the down side of hers: it's so hot and soaked in saliva. A little more sure of myself, I begin to poke and press it with more decision every single time, forcing gently her to adhere on the crest of my dental arcade. I can feel her quivering while doing this, her hooves now pressing on my shoulders, as she presses me back, literally climbing on the table: In few moments, I find my back on the floor, a little aching because of the little fall from the chair, the pink mare with her four legs planted on my sides and on my legs.
Note: ponies are heavier than it appears.
When we parts, a long thick steam of saliva is connecting our faces for an instant, before falling on my chin. Pinkie is panting heavily, her chest pounding rapidly searching desperately for some air. I love when her leaves her tongue loll out like that, an expression or momentary satisfaction in her eyes. We loo each other as she sits on my abdomen, making me gasp.
Yep. Al those candies went right on her flank.
“That was super dooper wooper!” Pinkie screams out suddenly, almost making me cringe.
It’s awkward how I bush more frequently since I’m here: am I.. ponyfying?
“Look at you, if you are not the most cutie snootie carnivorous in Ponyville!” She said Squeezing my face with her hooves. It hurts. This is the most unic compliment anybody or any pony ever gave me. Wait. Does she knows complicated words like ‘carnivorous’? Seems that Twilight put her hoof here.
“Thank you? Anyway, technically I am omnivorous..”
“Don’t be an eggy head!”
The correct word is egghead, whatever.
“Come on! Give me some sugar!” She invites me opening her mouth again. As I try to press mi lips on hers, she gave me a doubtful glance and gently stop me with a hoof.
I sincerely hope that at least they are clean.
“No silly! I mean some real sugar!” She says taking with her teeth a cupcake from the table, then throwing it up in the air and make it falling directly In her stomach, gulping it. At that scene, observing her swallowing an entire sweet, very naughty ideas are forming in my brain, that I repress immediately. Bad brain. Foreplay comes first.
Maybe one day Twilight will explain her the difference between literal expression and analogies.
We share a chuckle.
“Now now.. Ready for some hard fun?” her smile becomes gradually more malicious while saying that.
I’m scared. But nod nonetheless: I am the one with ‘fangs’, so I’m the one in dominant position, right?
I can be so naïve sometimes.
I you remember when Pinkie sat violently on Dash’s head? Now I understand her.
Before I could add anything, my visual shield was occupied completely by the rounded large form of her flank pressing on my face, the curled tail lifting, assuring me a complete view of what’s under it: Pinkie’s nethers were not of a different color than the rest of her, the outer lips of the pussy in front of me maybe had a little darker tonality, but was no evident at first sight. It was releasing little streams of mare juices, slowly flowing on her posterior cheeks and on the back of her legs. The little tail hole just above it. The both apertures are twitching with anticipation. I could almost see the little prominence of her almost red clitoris in arousal. It’ a bit too ‘puffy’: oh well , just more Pinkie to love.
Obviously, it smells like cotton candy.
After a moment of hesitation, I pass the edge of my tongue on it, licking away the globs of liquids exiting her vagina, enjoying the bitter sweet taste they leave before reaching my throat: It’s syrup. I love this filly. Gaining more security, I hazard to press my tongue forward, making it slip in her cavity, the sensation of her smooth soft walls around it. A gasp came from the earth pony, who immediately contracted her sex, imprisoning me inside: I could feel the pony muscles tensing powerfully under her skin. With both ends I parts her ass cheeks, in order to get deeper, and she seems to not mind it at all, at contrary, giggling in pleasure.
After some seconds of eating, iI fell a sensation of cold, under my belt.
She ripped off my pants. And also my boxers. Literally.
The first thing I can think about is the proportions between me and the average stallion.
Please don’t laugh please don’t laugh.
“It’s different.” She consider observing the organ pointing erected at her already covered in pre.
You don’t say.
“I wonder how it tastes!”
Oh boy.
Without other words, I feel the coarse surface of her tongue enveloping my hark penis and begin to suck, almost milking my appendage with more force by any second. She is quite straightforward. I try to keep her pace with my mouth, exploring every spot of her, pressing every point it felt sensitive thanks to her loud moans, my face covering in her secretions. After seeing no much progress I begin to massage her back with fingers, passing it on her coat in contrary direction, reaching almost immediately her bare skin-A strong tremble under my palm signals me that she actually loved it, and her more enthuses on me increases considerably, with her hooves stroking very gently my sack, almost playing with my testes. A shudder runs my spine at that and instinctively I plant my nails in her skin, tightening the grab on her flank, right on the marks at her sides.
“EEEEK!” she yelps and moans, a posterior leg kicking the air and avoiding my head, fortunately. I stop for a moment, not sure if continue. She does not stops at all, and I can feel that I’m closing to the release. After relaxing as much as I can, trying to endure longer, I take her clitoris with my lips and tease it a little. The mare on me shows her approval swishing the tail rapidly and arching her back. I caress the little bulb for a while, hearing more and more little screams from her.
Until an idea comes to me.
Not stopping to please her clit, in an instant I take it between my teeth, delicately.
“MMMPH!” the filly almost fall on me, her legs weakening a little. Bet thights contracts stronger than before, the mare shutting her eyes and lifting her tail more high than ever. Her legs cringe on the sides of my face, while uncontrolled tremors shake us both, her pussy expelling more and more juices on me, that I immediately try to drink completely, not capable of take all her orgasmic fluids. Continuing to pump my penis rapidly, she just lets slip out a suffocated cry, the vibrations coming from her chords stimulating me and taking me over the edge. My hips start unwillingly to move up and down, penetrating her oral cavity completely before feeling the familiar sensation of an incoming ecstasy. I try to not stop my licking on her, her rump pressing on my head with more force, not leaving me to breathe.
Finally I come, my mind going nub for some delicious seconds while spasms of my crotch induce a good load of seed to blow in Pinkie’s mouth, making her cheeks bulge while she takes every single shot with her tongue, not letting a single bead escaping by her tight lips. I already told that I love this mare? Until mi orgasm fades down almost completely, leaving me almost dried, she does not swallows, gulping the complete load in one time, after lifting her head from my abdomen. Still pressing her soft ass on my face, drenched in her secretions, she caress my still hard penis, removing with her hooves the residues of my seed and licking it away, a pleased and amused expression on her face.
“Eep..” I all I can say, almost suffocating under her, patting rapidly my hand on the floor. After some seconds, I can feel the air filling my nostrils once again. I missed oxygen down there. Panting after the little apnea and because if the fatigue, I sat up, still on the ground, the earth filly turning to me with her usual wide smile.
“Whoops! Sorry! My bad! Anyway you tasted reeealy super very good!” She exclaims clapping her hooves in joy, lapping my face and removing her own juices. My interior grammar nazi just committed suicide.
“Thank- pant- you.. you too.” I respond with an hand on my chest, recovering almost completely my breath, a pleased grin under my nose.
We kiss, this time only putting together our lips for a couple of seconds. It’s most a nice nuzzling than a real one, and I like it. A lot.
Cuddles are one of my greatest weaknesses.
A little pause and refreshing is what we need.
We finally decide to dinner, eating with a considerable hunger, after putting on my pants. As expected is all delicious, and a big cup of apple cider is all I need to wash my mouth and regain some energy. New don’t talk too much, thing that is equal to a normal relaxed and intimate conversation being with Pinkie who do not throws herself in a nonsensical monologue as always.
“So.. did you enjoyed?”
“Absolutely!”
“Even the fangs part?”
“That was the bestest thing ever never!” Thank God my grammar nazi is already dead.
“Glad you say so. You was awesome too.” I can’t help but fell a little fluttered by that.
“Oh, shush you! I’m just happy to make you smile!” Now I think Pinkie gained the first place of favorite pony for me. Sorry, Twi.
“So umm..” I try to find the more delicate words to say it. “Would you mind if we.. repeat this, sometimes?” She lifts an eyebrow.
“Did I tell he had finished yet?”
I shake my head with a blank expression.
“Don’t be silly! I’m not done with my favorite predator yet!” That nickname sounds still very weird to e, but I try to deal with it and just focus on what is coming onto me.
I'm gonna need more sugar for this.
“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.
