Pink

~Pink~

~Part Four~

In Canterlot, right after the conversation Pinkie and her two friends had, Twilight and Rarity still argued about Rarity’s job and why she’d be fired if she left. Twilight did the best she could to make Rarity understand exactly why she wouldn’t allow her to leave without consequences, but the unicorn wouldn’t listen. She just kept on with her ranting.

“Pinkie’s going out of her way to bring stress crashing into my emotionally conflicting life, and you won’t give me the opportunity to go save my Spikey? What kind of a friend are you?”

Twilight grunted. “The kind that’s so busy it makes my head throb in mental pain. I hired you because I knew you’d love this, and I told you about the situation just yesterday when you arrived. I had an entire line of professionals wanting this role you’ve gotten. Now, at the first hint of trouble, you want to run off to Ponyville because Spike might fall for Pinkie?” Clapping her hooves on the floor repetitively in anguish, Rarity seemed out of place while Twilight just read some old and rather dirty looking book. She glanced over to tell Rarity, “It’s your choice, and I can’t be sure whether going over there to save Spike is the best course of action. I mean, think about it. Spike’s grown now, and you were... well, his child crush. That sort of thing usually doesn't last. It’s more than often the two subjects end up growing apart from each other.”

“Twilight, please. Don’t go using some scientific example.”

“I’m just saying, that’s how it unfortunately is.”

“So, what? I’m supposed to just let her win?” Rarity looked at Twilight, who didn’t look back. “Pinkie’s a loose filly who does as she pleases, so long as it isn’t unlawful. She’ll make Spike her puppet!”

Twilight ignored that and continued her observations of the dress she wished to wear during a fast approaching event. “I think it could use more blue...”

“Are you even listening?”

Twilight sighed, closed the book she magically grasped and said, “Yes, I am, but all I’m hearing is ridiculousness. Pinkie, of all mares, making Spike her sex slave?”

Rarity blinked and looked around at all the fabrics in the white room they resided in. “I... guess you’re right... I’m overreacting, and should know Pinkie would never hurt him like that. At least not on purpose. Why, it’s not like her at all, to be so cold and heartless towards a sweetie such as Spike.”

The Alicorn smiled, happy Rarity was coming to her senses. “I know it’s tough to feel for him and watch the little tike grow up and just fall for another, but this sort of thing happens all the time. I’m not going to fib and tell you he’ll always be yours, and besides, you kinda brought this on yourself.”

“I know, leaving him the way I did... It’s not fair! I wasn’t level headed when I did that. I regret it, okay? Can’t I use that time spell and-”

“Whoa, absolutely not! Nopony is allowed to go near those scrolls unless they’re an Alicorn. You understand, Rarity?”

Pouting one last time, the unicorn admitted defeat. “I just wish I knew what to do...”

“You can pretty much start with helping me pick out an appropriate color.”

The two returned to their work, Rarity still uneasy about Spike being with Pinkie. She was still unsure about whether or not the job was more important than a meaningless effort at earning Spike back.

Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Spike walked through the streets passing many friends along his merry path. Applejack’s was just up the street, passed some woods and up a sloping hill. Unfortunately, Spike had to pass by a particularly dangerous area of town; the main market plaza. Why was this such a threat to the young being? Maybe it was because several spas could be found there. Perhaps it was due to the busy sections that attractive mares constantly walk through. More than likely, it was because he never paid much attention to anypony while venturing to his filly friends in their clubhouse, but this time, things were different.

Spike rounded the corner and was struck by instant lust for at least ten different flanks, all of which swung in extremely enticing ways. It wasn’t as if this was planned, but they all faced him; all of them being round and way too good to resist staring at. There was Rose Luck, Lyra and Bon Bon; even Derpy looked almost good enough to flirt with. Spike’s jaw dropped, and it was only a bunch of ponies shopping, some doing sales transactions. He felt his hardening rods unsheathing themselves in a very noticeable manner, but just before somepony turned their head to see him looking down, embarrassed by his bodily stimulation, he took off jogging for home.

Right before passing a pair of stallions, he ducked and hid. They wandered by the alley seemingly unaware of his presence. Just as their voices disappeared, Spike took off panting and terrified of being seen. His extra legs beat against him as he ran. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead, and with every imagining of being caught came the tense flush of freezing chills down his spine. Entering and slamming the door, leaning against it with his arms spread and claws digging into the wooden surface, Spike huffed and breathed deeply. Pinkie stared at him from behind the counter, a cloth in one hoof and some cleaning spray in the other.

“S-Spike? What happened? Are you alright?” Her shocked eyes looked him up and down, concerned with what had obviously went down.

“No, I’m not alright! Look!” he gestured down at his throbbing, pink and blue members. “Why’d these things come out and go up again?”

“Tell me what happened. Did Apple Bloom and Scootaloo see you?”

“No, I didn’t even get close to them. I headed into the main plaza, and bam! Flanks, everywhere!”

Pinkie couldn’t help but giggle, eventually laughing at Spike’s recent situation. Once finished, laying on the floor and staring up at the unamused dragon, she explained, “You’re more of a perv than I thought! Getting so horny just by glancing at a few pony plots?”

“A few? There must’ve been over twenty! I could even see their... uh, what did you call it again?”

“Pussies?”

“Yeah, that! It was so weird and spontaneous... Why do ponies have to be naked?”

Pinkie chuckled even more and said, “Oh boy... I’m gonna need to start my lessons a bit early, huh? Well, you’re in luck! I think this place is pretty clean, don’t you? C’mon, Spike. You need this.”

“Need what?”

Without answering, Pinkie tugged his neck and almost dragged him up to her room. Inside, she instructed her student to assist her with setting up a chalk board. Then, Pinkie had him sit on the bed while she drew funny pictures. Once finished, the lesson began.

“Now then, this is your dick.”

“... But, I have two...”

She looked over, realizing he was correct and fixed it up. Placing the drawing instrument down, she continued. “Okay, these are your dicks. There’s many different words that can be used to describe it. Penis, cock, phallus, schlong; my personal favorite is drencher! See, these things go inside a girl’s pussy.” She hastily drew a detailed drawing of her’s and resumed the lesson. “I have one of these, but you know this. Scientifically, to match the word penis, it’s called a vagina.”

Spike chuckled, “Vagina...” while Pinkie played along.

“Yeah, I know. It’s pretty fun stuff, but seriously. Now then, a dick can be slurped, jacked off by its owner, or pleasured by a second. In your case, that’s me! When you get horny, which is a way of saying your dicks are getting bigger, you can simply grab them and just tug repetitively. It’s good to do it up and down to get maximum satisfaction.”

“But, what do mares do about it? I get how I can fix this because after last night’s blow job, I went pretty soft in no time...”

“Good question!”

Pinkie walked to the side of the bed, pulled out a medium sized dildo and explained, “We use this!”

“Oh, it looks like mine, only...”

“It’s an equine edition. See, stallions have thicker throbbers, and those have a ring at the base. It feels awesome when they go all the way in, but the substitutes are never like the actual thing. Sure, it gets you... well, me off, but whenever I’ve got a nice strong stallion in me, I can literally feel the pulsing and the tip ramming to slip me open. It’s so much more of a thrill than a dumb toy!”

Spike just continued to stare at it, his curiosity rising. “Could you... give me a demonstration?”

His blush was too cute. How could Pinkie resist acceptance to the request? “Sure!”

She had Spike stand at the edge resting his arms and head to get a nicer view while she relaxed and prepped her upper frame on the many pillows that scattered at the top. Her plot rose with the tail moving away so Spike could enjoy the show. Her hooves brought the dildo over, its summit slipping coyly in while she explained, “It’s normally really wet down there, so you’ll find it’s easy to get just about anything in the lower hole, but as for the other opening, you’ll need some lube to get anything in there. Understand?

Spike shook his head while saying, “Yeah...” partly from paying attention but mostly thanks to arousal. The toy slid halfway in making Pinkie moan. Both her hooves gripped the thing and sloshed it deeply in only to pull out, then repeat. Spike was pretty hard before, but seeing this made him almost hurt from the fullness. Pinkie gradually picked up the pace making Spike drool a little. She sure knew how to work the thing. Remembering this was to be a learning experience for the untaught teen, she said, “Now, Spike, this is actually a special m-model. It can vibrate. When I flip the switch...” He saw her push a small leveler to high and heard it activate.

“Holy cow! I-Is it safe to do that?”

Pinkie ignored the question, and instead squealed much louder than before. Her voice was muffled by the buzzing, but the more things progressed, the more Spike could hear her. Launching it as deep as it would go, she reached her climax. Her whole body shook from the incredible impact, and Spike just watched completely lost by the blissful show. Once her grunts of pleasure died down, she turned, slowly yanked the device out and sat it aside to face Spike. Surprisingly to her, the aftermath appearance she had pushed his mind too far and forced him into a nosebleed. Her gasp was just enough for Spike to snap out of the sex daze he was thoroughly stuck in.

“What the...?” he asked while feeling the liquid sleek down his chin and drip to his chest. Pinkie reacted quickly by grabbing a towel from her closet and gently dabbing his nose. “I don’t even understand that...”

Pinkie blushed and explained, “I take that right there as a compliment! You must’ve been so impressed by my performance!”

“Oh, I was. It was amazing with the way you handled that thing, and the sounds you made... I could barely hold on the the bed!”

Once the bleeding stopped, Pinkie put away the toy, thought for a moment and offered with a huff, “I think that’s good for today... You don’t need more excitement, unless you want another bleeding effect.”

Spike agreed. Besides, the sight of blood scared off his two twins. Leaving the room, Pinkie and Spike heard the Cakes enter and start thanking Pinkie for the wonderful job she’d done on cleaning. Spike returned to the room, though, concerned about what had just happened. If Rarity pleasured herself in front of him, would it have been enough to cause such a rush? She seemed like a distant memory, as though the events that lead up to all of this occurred months ago. He looked over at Canterlot just barely visible through Pinkie’s window and wondered if he was on her mind. Little did the dragon know, she was wondering if he was thinking of her as well.