The Butt Fetish Collection (Of Butts)

As you pull your shirt over your head, your hair still damp from your hot morning shower, you suddenly notice the sound of rapid hoof clops on the floor outside. You open the door of Pinkie Pie's bathroom to find her wearing a yellow and green aerobics outfit, jogging in place, her fluffy mane and tail bobbing with every step of her little hooves.

She's really pushing herself. You can see her cheeks puffing with her heavy breaths. Her forehead glistens with beads of sweat. It's already wetting the chest of her workout shirt. And at her backside, a stain has begun to spread, her high steps pressing and rubbing the stretchy cloth along the inner surface of her moist bottom, darkening the green of her shorts in an ever widening splotch.

You draw close as she pauses to rest, her body falling to the floor in exhaustion. You kneel, and she meets your eyes as you place a hand upon her and slowly bring your palm down toward her tail. You can feel her heaving, tired breath as you delicately stroke along the soft surface of her back.

“Are you … gonna join in … the workout today?” she asks as she pants.

You grin.

“Well, maybe something like that.”

Slowly, your hand slips into the waistband of her shorts.

As much as you're tempted to just let your fingertips linger at the tantalizing upper edge of her cheeks, you begin to slide your hand deeper into her pants.

The tight, elastic cloth forces your fingers deeply into the plush flesh of her backside. Your palm slides over the soft surface of her rump, both cheeks pressed firmly together, the crack of her ass along the center of your hand as it rides sandwiched between her shorts and the damp, fuzzy pink skin beneath. Inside her shorts, you can almost feel the moist, steamy heat rolling from her body.

And you can see from Pinkie's expression that things may be getting even hotter very soon.

She heaves a heavy sigh as you gently slip your fingertips into the sopping crack of her ass. Two thick, soft mounds of flesh press firmly against your fingers as you slowly draw them up, savoring the feel of the wet bare skin beneath your touch and the plush, fuzzy buttcheeks that squeeze along your knuckles. And it's not just damp, but positively dripping. Sweat rolls over her body and pools under your fingers as you slide them along her ass.

You hear her squeak as you reach the rim of her anus. Your already languid motions slow even further as you take your time, savoring every tiny ridge, every wet bump of her bulging pony asshole under your fingertips. It flexes under your touch, her thick, muscular ring pulsing under your hand as you continue to stroke, circling about, pressing and squeezing it gently, drawing a light spiral with your fingers as they slide over her slick skin and draw ever closer to her tight, puckered hole. She begins to squirm as you gently tap at the center of her ring, striking her hole, each time making a tiny, wet 'pop'.

A growl rises to your throat as you thrust your hand back down along her crack, sliding it roughly over her rump. Ignoring her heated giggles at your sudden ferocity, you grasp her between her legs and lift her up from the floor.

Returning Pinkie Pie to her feet, if just barely, you bring your hand up and hook your fingers into the waistband of her shorts. And with an eager tug, you begin to strip her pants off. The tight material squeezes and squishes her rump beneath it, leaving a continuous bulge of pink cheek rolling over the top – pouring over the waistband as you slide it off her slick haunches until finally, her round, plump backside is bared. You slide the shorts down along her thighs, her hocks, and off her hooves. With a careless toss, you throw them into the corner.

Pinkie gazes over her shoulder, still short of breath but clearly hungry for whatever you have in mind. She chews her lip and flips a curl of mane from her face as you hover over her backside.

You give her ass a firm slap. The sound it makes echoes with satisfying wetness, her meaty cheek still in your hand as you squeeze and kneed and pull it aside to bare the dark skin of her sweaty anus.

A smile on your lips, you suddenly grasp her hips and hold her firmly on the floor.

“Pinkie, are you still in the mood for a workout?”

”Hmm … ma~ybe. What did you have in mind?”

You dig your fingertips into her rump and lower her back-end down toward the floor.

“How about … squats?”

Pinkie grins coyly as she continues the up and down motions, your hands still squeezing her hips as she drops her haunches to the floor and raises them once again.

”Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. Keep going.”

She continues to do just as you said, and you let go. You lower yourself to the ground and roll to your back, and with a kick, you slip yourself past her tail, leaving her hooves just to the left and right of your head.

Pinkie gives you a funny look. “What are you doing back there, silly-billy? If you don't move, I'll sit on you!”

You just smile.

“I thought we were working out, Pinkie. I don't remember telling you to stop ….”

You lie there and wait, heart pounding with anticipation as you watch Pinkie's thick, wide backside growing ever closer as she lowers herself down, her thighs flexing, her curly tail flipping and tickling your bare chest until, finally, her big, plump butt slowly presses down upon your face. Her soft cheeks slip down. You can feel them sliding gently past the corners of your mouth. Her belly shadowing your vision, you can feel every moment as her muscular pucker meets your lips. The bulging cheeks of her ass lie softly upon your cheeks, her skin still damp and hot. Your nose is, as expected, flooded by the strong smell of her pony arousal and the thick, pervasive, sweetly-sour odor of her sweat.

Her weight comes down, her wet, warm flesh heavy upon your face. Your lips feel every ridge and wrinkle of her firm asshole as it flexes and stretches against your mouth. And with a breath of her sweaty scent, you pucker up and give her a forceful smooch good morning.

~The End