The Thin Line

The Thin Line Chapter 1

*This is a clopfic. Be advised it is NSFW. Now enjoy*

People look at life in many different ways, with many different lines. But there is one line in particular we humans obsess over, especially our young adults and fandoms. This is the line between the bedroom and the rest of the world. The ways of the world are written in stone, rarely changed, and almost always there. But the ways of the bedroom are very general, and then you form your own fetishes and blaze your path from there. For most people, this line is extremely thick, only thinning after you have known and loved someone for a long time. But some people’s lines have been thinned over time...

This is the story of a certain pink anthro in a certain small town. Her metaphorical line had been singed and cut by her father’s and brothers’ abuse. Thus, when she was relocated by Social Services to live with the Cakes in Ponyville, she expected this abuse to be present, and even presented herself to Mr. Cake on several occasions. The young couple gave Pinkie the talk, and she finally understood more about the world and its lines.

As a teen, people spread rumors about her being a bitch in bed, and she didn’t like it. She proved that she wasn’t a bitch, but she did prove that she was crazy in bed when she rode a stallion with such skill, everyone wanted to be with her. She got a steady boyfriend, Time Turner, and they stayed together through high school. She left him after catching him cheating. Finally, she began working with the Cakes, and met her best friends.

Pinkie skipped down the stairs, humming as she went. When she reached the bottom, she checked the door sign. It said that the shop was closed at the moment, so she flipped it and started making donuts. She felt an itch, adjusted her panties under her short skirt, and squirmed. Lately she had been feeling more and more uncomfortable. She should probably ask Twilight about that.

She stood behind the counter with a wide, fake smile. Even she wasn’t immune to the morning. Mrs. Cake came down and greeted her. She responded appropriately, and felt another itch. This one she didn’t scratch. She picked up a cupcake and licked the frosting off. “If you’re going to do that, eat the whole thing.” Her surrogate mother said.
“Fine, Mom.” She took a large bite and wiggled her tail cutely. Mrs. Cake giggled.

The door-opening bells chimed, and a customer walked in. Pinkie turned, only to end up with a gasp. “Ti- Time Turner?” She managed to say breathlessly. Her face was so full of surprise, even the most naive person could see it. She appeared behind him and shouted in his ear “Time Turner!” At this, he snorted indignantly. Pinkie’s happiness dropped. “I’m here to buy a chocolate cake.” He said in a formal tone. Hearing his fancy voice raised Pinkie’s smile again, and she appeared back behind the counter.

Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened, and she had to suppress a snicker. Through the tailhole of Pinkie’s dress, she could see her panties. There was a large stain, growing wider as Time Turner talked. Is she getting off on his voice? She thought. Still suppressing laughter, she quickly ran upstairs.

Pinkie had trouble suppressing her moans of pleasure as Time Turner talked. She hadn’t been with him in so long, and had forgot what his voice did to her. She used to have to wear maxi-pads just to get through the day. “How have you been, Timey Wimey?” She blurted out. He looked bewildered at her for a second, then said, “I’ve been good, Pinkie. I’m afraid to say I’ve been focusing on my career.”

“Well why would you be afraid to say that, silly?” She said in her brightest Pinkie voice. “No, Pinkie, I’m not actually afraid to say it, it’s just a figure of speech.”

Pinkie appeared beside him once more. “Well I’ll get that chocolate cake for you then...” She said, her voice low. Time Turner Looked confused for a moment, then it dawned on him. “Missed me, huh?” He said, a smile on his face. She didn’t answer and simply walked behind the counter, beat some ingredients, and put the mixture in the oven. She set the time to 20 minutes and turned back to him.Time Turner winked at her.

Sweeping her off her feet and into his arms, he carried Pinkie upstairs to the hall. “Where’s your room, you dirty Pink Seductress.” She pointed to the room next to the open bathroom, and he walked through. Giggling, Pinkie began unbuttoning her short skirted uniform with her hands. Reaching the third button, her great big breasts broke free. Time leaned in and licked a nipple. Pinkie gasped and shivered. “No bra, eh Pinkie?” Pinkie responded, “Nope, they’re too constricting. Plus I get marks from them.” Time put her down on the small bed, and she finished unbuttoning. She waved.

He answered her call and kissed her. She playfully flicked her tongue across his, and he pushed into her mouth. She answered strongly, pushing into his mouth. She rubbed her tongue along every inch of her mouth, stopping at his tongue. He pushed back in and did the same, only she kept tasting his tongue. Her hands pulled his shirt up, and they separated for him to get it off. She whined, loathing the pause.

His hands squeezed her breasts gently, and her hands wandered his muscled light brown chest. She moaned into his mouth. He pulled back, and she was pulling her skirt down, not bothering with the button. He pulled off his jeans to reveal his plain blue boxers. He looked at her, and noticed her soaked panties. He smirked, “Glad to see I still have that effect on you.” She blushed, and pulled off the panties, throwing them to the wall. She begged him, “Talk to me baby, you know it gets me so wet.” So he complied, reading a digital clock manual from his memory.

But she wasn’t listening to the words. Only how he said them, the delicious accent making her mouth water, and her pussy too. He slipped out of his boxers as he spoke to a mindless creature of lust. They fell to the ground, and revealed his brown dick. It was a large 8 inches of rock hard erection. he finished a paragraph and she opened her eyes. She saw him, fully naked on her bed, and wanted him. She pushed him over, the way she used to, and mounted him.

He leaned up to her, and she kissed him. As their tongues wrestled, Pinkie lined up her shot and let her lower half drop. He gasped into her mouth and she moaned into his, and they were connected.

She pulled up her upper half, essentially sitting on him pussy down. She smiled and began to lift herself and rock back and forth. As he hit her g-spot, she bit her lip. She leaned back down, pecked him on the lips, and flipped. Now her pussy was filled, and her ass was in Time’s face. He looked at the fabulous ass, and squeezed it. She squealed, and he spread her cheeks, looking at her asshole.

It was perfectly clean, in every way a pristine pink asshole. Spontaneously, he took one of his fingers, stick it in his mouth to wet it, and shoved it into her ass. She moaned almost instantly, and he put in his middle finger along with it. He began slowly inserting each of his fingers, until he had all five. He then began pushing further, and soon he had his whole hand inside of Pinkie. Through all of this she had paused in her rocking and focused on his hand.

Time felt around inside of Pinkie. The tunnel of muscle was straight in the beginning, and clear of any feces. Although he was stretching it to fit inside, it felt as if his fist was meant to be there. He pushed farther, his wrist going in smoothly as Pinkie began rocking again, pushing his fist farther in, then coming a bit out. Finally, he felt a bit of shit. He stretched out his fingers, making Pinkie moan as they rubbed her walls. He grabbed the shit, and pulled it out. He licked it, sneered and shoved his hand far inside of Pinkie, where he left the crap at the first turn.

She began to go up and down very quickly, making him shudder with pleasure. She thought of the pleasure he had given her, and got an idea. She reached under Time Turner, grabbed his sides, and said, “Missionary.” He smiled and supported himself as she flipped both of them. As they hit the bed, he rammed into her, making her gasp with pleasure. But it wasn’t the climax-hitting scream. Not yet.

Time began thrusting with all his might, and kissed Pinkie. She licked her lips mid-kiss, and pushed his head down. He was now nestled in her supreme bosom. They bounced around his head, and he smiled. As he was distracted, Pinkie reached up to Time Turner’s ass. She squeezed his cheeks, him still smiling stupidly, and stuck three fingers into his ass. That made him lean up like a surprised dog. She began fingering him in the ass, him still thrusting, and he squirmed in her grasp. Finally, he came.

The first sign was when he began slowing down. He would thrust, come back out, get impaled by her fingers, moan, and thrust again. He then panted into her ear, his ass in the air. He jizzed in her, shaking as he did it. Pinkie’s face scrunched up, and she pulled her fingers out. She smelled them, looked away with disgust, and threw Time off. He looked confused at her, then it dawned on him. “You didn’t-”

“No, I didn’t cum. You couldn’t make me cum. You finished first. Congratulations, you won the race!” She said, anger on her face. “Do you know the rule for this. It’s a general rule across Equestria, but of course ‘this has never happened to you before.’” He looked at her shamefully, regretting that he couldn’t have held it for the full 20 minutes.

There was a loud beep! beep! throughout the house. “Great, now I have to go decorate your cake!” She pulled on her uniform very loosely and walked downstairs, making sure the shutters were closed and the sign said closed.She pulled the cake out of the oven, and took the frosting out. Then, Pinkie proceeded to spread it over the cake, not making it special in any way, because she was mad at him. When she finished, she licked frosting off the utensil.

Time Turner looked around, waiting for Pinkie to return to the room. The sooner, the better... He thought. According to others, going down on mares was supposed to be terrible. But he would push through it, because a mad Pinkie was the worst Pinkie there was. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and prepared himself accordingly. He kneeled before the closed door.

Pinkie opened the door to find Time Turner naked, kneeling on the floor. “Mistress Pinkie, I’m sorry for my transgression. I hope we can resolve our problem quickly and accordingly.” Pinkie smiled mischievously. “Mistress Pinkie, eh? I like the sound of that. From now on, address me as Mistress Pinkie or Pink Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress”

“Now, crawl over here.” She shut the door as he crawled on his hands and knees, his cock dangling. It was still hard; he was enjoying this. He reached in front of Pinkie and looked up hopefully. She smiled back at his hopeful face, and said, “Now go up on me.” He looked confused yet again, and then got it. He leaned up, still on his knees, and licked Pinkie’s outer lips.

They were still wet from earlier, and it tasted delectable! He didn’t understand why men wouldn’t want to do this every day! He continued to tease her outer lips, and she moaned in anticipation. Then with one swift transition, he stuck his tongue deep into her depths. She shuddered at the touch of the instrument of her wetting: his tongue. He licked up and down her cunt, and hit her pleasure button.

She yelped with sudden pleasure, then he did it again, and she moaned deeply. He smiled, his face covered in Pinkie’s sexual juices. This was almost as intense as actually penetrating her, and Pinkie would’ve agreed wholly. He licked as deep into her as he could go, and fingered her clitoris.

She shuddered, and he moved his mouth up to her clitoris, moving the hand underneath. He began to insert it like before, one finger at a time. Finally, his fist was filling her. He fucked her with his fist, and she liked it. She couldn’t stand much longer. She managed to grunt, “Falling,” before she fell on her side, him following and still fisting her. She came violently, as if she was having a seizure,

He backed off and watched her shake and roll on the floor. Typical Pinkie. Of course she would do this while cumming. She was moaning and screaming like a dragon. He sat on the bed and pulled on his boxers and jeans. Pinkie still screaming, he picked up her panties. He sniffed deeply. They were the most pleasant smelling thing ever, so he put them in his pocket.

“Want something to remember Mistress Pinkie, eh?” She said. Then he felt a tug on his tail. He turned, and saw a glimpse of pink. “Pink---?” He started to say, before there was a thump resounding in his head and everything went black.

Pinkie hummed happily, with a fresh set of panties on. She grabbed a piece of toast and walked through the door under the stairs. She walked down the dark, deep stairs. Flicking the light switch she knew the location of by heart, it was a normal cellar. Then she went to the far wall, and knocked a series of times. A secret passage opened, and she walked through that as well.

This room was not dark. It was dim, but not dark. There was a low pink throughout it, and it was barely enough to see. The room was full of a series of medical beds, as if it was a hospital. Pinkie nibbled the crust of the toast as she skipped to the far side of the room. On the last bed, there was a figure. “Pinkie! Let me go!” the figure said. “Oh, Timey Wimey, I told you to call me Mistress Pinkie!” She replied angrily.