Popping Pinkie

by TAW

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex, Pinkie Pie
Length: 2284

Pokey Pierce takes out his fantasies on a too-willing Pinkie Pie

Because sometimes ponies have nothing in their life but popping balloons, and sometimes they think that's symbolic. Sometimes they decide they'd like to pop Pinkie Pie, and sometimes that doesn't quite go to plan.

Published 2012-01-10 01:36:35 UTC
Last updated 2012-01-10 01:36:35 UTC

Chapter 1

Pinkie x Pokey

Pinkie Pie bounced over the crowd, her predator-like eyes flickering over the audience as she searched for that night's victim - she was hungry. Not for food, she'd had her fill of cakes, pastries, ice creams, buns, cookies, muffins, chocolate, icing, and more besides. Pinkie Pie was hungry for something else entirely - though her stomach was sated, her loins were not, and they yearned for the attentions of a stallion.

Though Pinkie was not normally choosy about who she spent the night with, enjoying a roll in the hay with Applejack just as much as with her brother, tonight her needs were more physical, her body undergoing the all-too-common estrus cycle meaning that, to the disappointment of Ponyville's mares, Pinkie Pie desired little more than a good dicking.

Such a thing was difficult to get in Ponyville, affectionately termed "Lesbian capital of the world" by many travel guides, especially with Big Mac out of town with Caramel. This had posed a problem for Pinkie, as she'd laid there on her bed, rolling around and presenting herself to Gummy, who simply blinked and walked off to gum the furniture. Lying there, stewing in her own juices and realising that her hoof just wasn't going to cut it today, Pinkie had looked up at her desk and found the blueprints to a humongous mega-party she'd been working on barely days before, previous to being struck down by this perfectly natural, but perfectly debilitating status.

Holding her extra-erratic thoughts together as best she could, Pinkie finished up the invitations and delivered them around town with a spring in her step and her tail held high, the unkempt pink maelstrom of hairs wobbling about in the wind as Pinkie simply didn't bother to try and keep it down. Soon, the entire town knew about the party, and knew why Pinkie was throwing it - she needed a man. This wasn't the first time.

Back in the present, Pinkie ducked under ponies and jumped over others, weaving through the gathered guests looking for somepony - anypony - to fulfil her burning desires. Eyes swing left - Lyra and Bon-Bon are talking to Rose, taking a sip of the lightly spiked drink. Eyes swing right, Dash is drunkenly making a pass at Twilight, who's blushing and holding her back with her horn. Eyes forward - spotting movement in the shadows. It's Fluttershy, she's cowering. Music clearly too loud. Should consider lowering volume.

Pinkie's mind worked as fast as ever, a second to the rest of the world lasting a minute to her as she surveyed the entire room. Suddenly, she smelled movement from the little colts' room - the door was opening! Only stallions were allowed in there! Taking off in mid air, Pinkie landed just outside the bathroom as Pokey Pierce swung the door shut behind him. "Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name?" she quipped, flipping her head a full 180 degrees as she stared at Pokey's face.

"Uh... hi Pinkie, I'm Pokey. You know who I am. I live here. I come to all your parties. We talk like, all the time" the confused blue unicorn said.
"Well, duuuh, Pokey, but I can't have a one-night-stand with somepony I already know, that'd be awkward!" explained an excitable Pinkie as she rolled her eyes up, explaining her obvious intentions to the clearly clueless horned beast before her, "So let's start over - Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie! Wanna get a drink?"

Grabbing Pokey by the horn, Pinkie pulled him towards the nearest buffet and pushed a cup of slightly alcoholic fruit juice into his waiting magical grasp. "Drink up", she giggled, "We have a long night ahead of us!"

Pokey had gone to the party simply because there was one thing he enjoyed in life - popping balloons. This did not make for a happy, or fulfilling life, but it did make for one that involved a lot of partying, a lot of getting drunk, and a lot of waking up in rooms devoid of balloons. Pinkie Pie had caught his eye not for her bubbly attitude, her gorgeous bubblegum mane, or the way her innocent eyes could turn nasty in an instant, but for the three marks on her flank.

Drinking up, Pokey fantasised about ramming his lower horn into the side of Pinkie's cute little body, holding her down so she couldn't escape and covering her sides in his goo. Pokey did not have fuzzy, family-friendly fantasies.

He didn't have long to spend thinking, however, as Pinkie Pie grew bored of watching him drink and pulled him up the stairs of Sugarcube Corner into her personal bedroom, locking the door behind them and eagerly presenting herself against the bed.

"So uh", Pokey started.
"FUUUUUUUUUCK", Pinkie began to finish, "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

The party downstairs grew silent for a moment, before continuing on slightly more awkwardly, as Pinkie's desperate beg attracted the attention of more than just its intended recipient. It worked wonders on Pokey Pierce's mind, though, easily triggering his love of seeing confident women degrade themselves. Pokey Pierce was not a very politically correct stallion.

Walking up to her, Pokey slapped a hoof over those glorious balloons, feeling Pinkie's fur give way moments before hearing the loud slap and seeing the wince of pain as he made contact, leaving the area a little redder than pink. "You want it, do you Pinkie? Why don't you tell me how much, and I'll consider it", Pokey began, living out his nighttime power fantasies, "and don't forget to beg". Pokey considered spitting, but felt that might be taking it a little too far - Pinkie was, after all, as much of a friend as he had.

"Pleeeeeeeeease? Pretty please with a cherry on top, AAAAAAAAND a blowjob?", Pinkie pleaded, putting a single hoof on her chin as she thought his request through, "I really really reaaaally want you to fuck me because... it'll feel really good, and my rear end is just super duper itchy, except I can't scratch it, but it's telling me you can!"

"You really want it, slut?" Pokey suggested.
"Sure! Slap my flank and call me Shirley, I don't care!" replied Pinkie. Pokey realised he wasn't quite going to get the sort of begging he'd find in one of his bad porn comics, but Pinkie was still laid bare before him, point her firm ass in the air and letting her juices drip freely down her inner thighs as she struggled to cope with her own arousal, and that was pretty close.

Jamming a hoof into each side of Pinkie's flank, imagining the orgasmic sound of 6 balloons splitting open at his touch, Pokey began to pull himself up and mount Pinkie's desperate body. Moving his forelegs up to straddle Pinkie's waist, he wiggled his enormous erection until he felt it brush against Pinkie's burning hot folds, and then rested it there for a moment, letting Pinkie lie there panting as she waited for her release.

Rather than granting it to her, though, Pokey simply held out a hoof to Pinkie's face. "Lick it, and maybe I'll go further", he snarled, pushing at Pinkie's blushing cheek. Pokey didn't get much enjoyment in his life, but watching the ballooned mare pop under him would make his day. Visions of pinning her down and violently ravishing her screaming body passed across his mind again as he watched Pinkie's tongue extend and touch his hoof, wrapping around it and squeezing. Squeezing and pulling, powerfully, forcing his extreme length to penetrate Pinkie's area of need.

Pinkie gasped around her extended tongue as she felt the sensation she'd yearned for, the feeling of Pokey filling her up inside driving her loopy with pleasure, and the sensation of effortlessly slipping inside Pinkie's hot, sticky vagina driving all mean thoughts out of Pokey's perverted mind.

Pinkie released Pokey's hoof and closed her jaw, anchoring her forehooves against the bedpost as she started to thrust backwards, impaling herself on the metaphorical spear behind her, and enjoying Pokey's strained gasps as she slipped up and down his slick rod, his desires rising even as Pinkie's began to be satisfied. Letting out a pleasured whinny, Pinkie began to rock up and down in tandem with Pokey's happy thrusts, smiling when she wasn't biting her lower lip in an attempt to keep quiet as she watched his head poke at the air as he imagined himself in a field full of pink helium balloons.

Pinkie, not wanting the experience to be over so quickly, effortlessly dropping down and rolling over, feeling the extraction as she heard Pokey's Piercer pop out and wiggle around, just before a confused "Huh? Pinkie?"

"I'm over heeeere, come poooookee me!" called Pinkie, lying on her bed, resting on her back and baring all for all to see. Pokey wasted no time in jumping up to follow her, wincing as his long, solid lump of pulsing flesh slammed into the hard wooden bed, but recovering when he saw Pinkie lying helpless before him. Taking his hooves and pressing them against Pinkie's upper arms, putting all of his weight down onto them to ensure Pinkie couldn't move an inch, Pokey stared into her eyes, willing her to crack under the pressure and show him the fear he was aching for.

Pinkie stared back with a grin on her face and a smile in her eyes, enjoying the sudden lack of mobility. "Oooh, are we gonna play a game?" she asked with a grin.

Raising a hoof to slap straight across her stupid pink face, Pokey snapped at her to stay quiet, droplets of spittle landing on the end of her nose, much to her amusement. "Okay dokey!", she replied, her grin widening. Pokey decided to ignore it and continue, pressing his shaft against Pinkie's stomach as she squirmed beneath it, lightly moaning as it brushed against her clit and between her two sensitive teats. Another hoof, this time across the opposite cheek, as Pokey reminded Pinkie that he'd told her to shut the hay up.

Pinkie smiled and nodded enthusiastically, doing her best impression of a zipping motion without the use of any of her hooves. Pokey scowled, and pulled back to align his wet, dripping length with Pinkie's wet, dripping hole, groaning as he pushed inside without a care for how Pinkie was taking it at all. Pinkie's rocking body and arching back told him she was loving it, which he ignored. Raising the speed and force of his thrusts to match his desires, not hers, Pokey closed his eyes as his crotch slammed into hers, producing a glorious squelch and an adorable squeal with each fresh push, as Pinkie tried her very best to stay silent - not because she was afraid of what would happen if she didn't, but because Pokey was having so much fun pretending she was.

Closing her eyes as her pupils started to roll up, Pinkie's world began to recede to only include getting fucked, the nerves in her body not currently dedicating themselves to feeling every part of Pokey's party inside Pinkie falling away into irrelevancy as the edges of her mind filled with pleasure as the start of orgasm began to overtake her mind.

Pokey's eyes were closed too, letting him better imagine how Pinkie's desperate, writhing body begged for him to release her, how her scared eyes and constant groans betrayed her fear and disgust at how her body couldn't stop itself from enjoying the brutal, merciless violation, and letting him imagine the tears streaming down her face as she realised she'd never be clean again. Between thrusts, he began to grunt words under his breath - "Slut!", "Whore!", "Bitch!" and a surprising vocabulary of expletives. Feeling himself getting closer and closer to his own release, and hoping Pinkie would come away unfulfilled, Pokey continued his thrusting until he could barely contain it any more.

Pinkie's moans filled the room, knocking Gummy off of his perch and onto the floor with its force as she finally, after so many days, let waves of mindless pleasure run over her as her body felt so very good, and so very fulfilled, and that pesky force of nature fell away. Letting her pinned limbs lie dormant at her sides, Pinkie lay there panting as she waited for Pokey to finish up too.

Pulling out just as he was about to explode, Pokey quickly pushed with all his might, throwing Pinkie into a heap on the floor just as the waves of passion shocked through his body as he finally came, directing the stream of thick, gooey semen to Pinkie's previously clean flank to drown those blessed balloons, before he struggled down off of the bed. Poking a clean bit of Pinkie to make sure she was still awake, Pokey knelt down and whispered into her ear, "You're mine now, bitch"

Pinkie rolled over, wiping a glob of gooey love-juice all down Pokey's leg as she pulled him down for a hug. "Of course I am, silly, I needed you today and you were there for me! I'm gonna give you...", she paused in thought a moment, holding Pokey to her chest as he struggled to escape, "...you can use my staff discount at the shop!"

Releasing him and looking down at herself, Pinkie giggled and flipped over, a single droplet of hot pony semen flying off of the end of her tail and landing on Pokey's nose as she bounced into the bathroom. "I'm gonna need to wash up now, dirty-pants!", Pinkie complained, before poking her head out of the door with a nasty grin and lustful eyes.

"Wanna help?"