Pinkie Pie's Protuberance

Pinkie Pie didn't even notice whether Mr. and Mrs. Cake were hard at work in the kitchen or foyer or storage room or whatever. She had more important things to do. They wouldn't mind if she took a day off. In fact they'd probably welcome it. Unless they were utterly swamped with work, they usually got more done if she wasn't constantly sampling everything. Normally she would've stopped to see if anything yummy was cooking, but at the moment her mind was on only one thing, and that thing was in her pants. And had two other things dangling under it. So really she had three things on her mind, but they were kind of a package deal, so they counted as one. Although her mind was also occupied by the question of whether her genitalia counted as one or three things, so that probably counted for something else that was on her mind. But did that mean there were two things on her mind, or four? These things were complicated. Although it was really kind of irrelevant. The important thing was that she had a dick now and she was itching to use it.

She scurried into her room and slammed the door behind her. Time for the moment of truth. She dropped her pants and looked down. It was a bit smaller than she had expected. In fact it wasn't even long enough to droop a whole lot, and sort of stuck out, away from her body. Like Applejack's had been, the entire head was hidden by her foreskin. What was different was that the head/foreskin combo made up maybe half of her dick's length. Now, the balls were a whole other story. They were easily twice the size that Applejack's had been. Pinkie reached down and cupped them. They nearly filled her whole hand. Her nutsack was silky smooth, and surprisingly soft. She rocked herself back and forth on her feet and the whole thing (or three things?) bounced along with her. She grinned.

"It's so cuuuute!"

Pinkie hopped onto her bed and sat crossed legged. Her balls were big enough that they rested on her blankets, her dick resting atop them. She slid her hand under her balls, squeezing gently. She giggled at the thrill that ran through her body. It bounced around inside her and ended up in her cock, stirring it from within. Gently taking it between her fingers, she flopped it back and forth, snickering as she watched it bounce around. It just looked so silly.

She rocked her body back and forth, savoring the feel of her soft, soft blanket against her testicles. Amazing. So that was what having a dick felt like. She pinched her foreskin between her fingers and gave it a tug. Her heart began to beat faster. "Cool! So that's what getting a boner feels like." With each heartbeat, her cock seemed to get a little bigger. She knew that when someone had a boner, their dick would grow, but she had no idea that the difference would be so dramatic. Her penis stuck nearly straight up, now long enough for her wrap her hand around. She began to stroke, and it continued to grow. She watched intently as the bright pink head of her dick shoved it's way out of her foreskin and continued to rise. Her dick was now over twice as big as it had been, and it was still going.

The strokes got faster and faster, so frantic that her whole body started to shake. "This is so awesome!" She paused for a moment; she was starting to sweat. Her dick didn't seem to be getting any bigger. It had impressed her; if it were just a few inches longer she would totally be able to give herself a titfuck. She leaned forward a bit. Nope, she wasn't quite flexible enough, and the cock hadn't grown quite that much. She hunched over, but the best she could do was to just barely touch the tip of her dick. "Crap. I should ask Twilight if she could make it a bit bigger. It would be so great of I could get it between my boobs."

She stared down at it. She had to admit she was satisfied. When it was fully erect it had good length, and when it wasn't it was nice and compact. Still wasn't quite sure how she felt about the balls, though. She'd have to play with them a bit more before deciding anything. But the cock was all good, long and slender with a nice, juicy head. It was like the cherry on top of a dick sundae. Come to think of it...

Pinkie craned her neck forward and stuck out her tongue. If she couldn't titfuck herself, maybe a blowjob wasn't out of the question. The head was looking awfully tasty, especially that little bit of fluid that was oozing out of the tip. The tip of her tongue flicked her dick. I knew that my overly long tongue would come in handy! She curled herself a bit more, trying to shove her hips towards her head. If only she could get it into her mouth. She hooks her arms under her legs and tried to crunch herself even closer together. Her lips touched her dick. She bent a little more and the head slipped into her mouth.

She sucked lightly. The lobes of her cock head were hot against her lips. Her tongue tickled it, smearing the precum all around the inside of her mouth. It wasn't pudding, of course, but it didn't taste all that bad. It was almost sort of sweet. I wonder how the actual cum tastes? Only one way to find out! She sucked harder, and began to stroke her dick with one hand while rubbing her breasts with the other. Her penis grew hotter and hotter. Any minute now it would explode and she'd know for sure whether it would be worth the trouble to convince Twilight to make it shoot hot chocolate instead of semen. Just a few... more... seconds....

Then Pinkie heard a creak. In the space of half a second, she realized that while she had slammed the door behind her as she proceeded on her dick-quest, she had totally forgotten to lock it. Then she heard Mrs. Cake's voice.

"Pinkie, would you mind helping me with the--- Oh my."

Pinkie let her dick slip out of her mouth with a pop. She grinned as she turned to Mrs. Cake, a trail of precum and saliva hanging between her cock and her lips. Mrs. Cake's face was utterly blank; as if there was no possible expression she could take on that accurately represented what she was feeling. She didn't blink for an unusually long time.

"Uh..." Pinkie tilted her head slightly. "What was it you needed my help with?"

Without a word, Mrs. Cake walked backwards out of the room, closing the door behind her.