Why the fuck were they working on the fucking roads right now? You open your eyes and close them immediately to the evil, stabbing morning light. No more of that. Two jackhammers are fucking in a dumpster, and you’re inside for the ride. You rub your eyes with the grace of a cranky infant, your throat uttering a noise akin to one the same creature might make. Sickness swirls in your brain, turning up into sideways and sideways into inside out. You roll onto your front and accept the bed as your lord and savior, but it isn’t silencing the ringing, pounding, and machinegunning noises.

“Gafucking dam-gauh..” you burp and breathe hard, regretting opening your mouth. You hiccup, then lurch, moving your face over the edge of the bed just in time to hurl. Your throat muscles pull up rancid beer and rum and rumpleminze and red bull, maybe. You wipe your mouth, feeling a little better. Sight isn’t torture, besides the ugly pinkish mess on the floor of, where was this? You struggle to pull yourself upright. “Ah… fuck me.”

You stumble half blind to the bathroom and ride the sink like a rollercoaster. Running water, no not the fucking hot tap, cold, it’s so good. You rinse your teeth, gagging as you try to swallow and ease the burn of bile. You fall on your ass and just rest… so nice.

Three shotgun blasts reported, making your ears ring. The police had a megaphone, a damn powerful one. “HOUSEKEEPING!”

You just lay on the cold tile, so nice, so solid and refreshing on your slender chest, hands on your ears. The door opens with a hard kick, swinging open gently. A little woman with terrible posture meets your eyes, frowns, and shuts the door. She mumbles something behind the shut door, loud but inscrutable.

You open your eyes, the sunbeam from the window had moved to slow cook your puke. The clock was a few hours after noon, and the world doesn’t sound like the inside of a fish tank at a preschool where kids knocked on the glass.

You sniff, regretting that immediately. The counter helps you up, your legs a little less shaky. You manage to keep down some water, and drain out last night’s fun into the toilet via the proper end. “Guuh… That’s dark.”

You flush and wash your hands, glancing to the shower. You start the hot water and use a towel to sponge up the puke. You toss the rag into the trash, suddenly remembering. She was blonde, sorta ditzy, maybe? It was hard to remember. The girl from the crowd had been one fun lay, nice perky, big tits.

You enter the water slowly, sighing deep. The wall supports you as you scrub off last night, oh Celestia it was exactly what you needed. Your twig and berries are sore, more than every other muscle, so something must have gone down. You rub your forehead, groaning. “Why the fuck do I drink like that?” You sit in the shower and relax, moaning as water splashes over your sleek arms and legs.

“Glad I don’t gotta play tonight.” Post ten minute soak, you pull yourself to your feet and burp, swallowing back a little bile. You soap off some more, especially your groin, and step out. You towel off and rinse your mouth again, swallowing a whole gulp. You find some motrin in your cluttered bag and knock it back with some more water, enough for now. You pull your little pipe from your bag and plug a little grass inside, a little indica, and spark a few small hits, just enough to dull the sharp pain. You fall back naked and close your eyes. When you open them, you’re cold and it’s dark outside. Your phone is dead, so you hook that up to the charger, groaning as you rise to your feet.

You use the bathroom and drink a few glasses of sink water, so delicious. It’s just before midnight, but there’s no way you can sleep. You turn that phone on, the latest greatest model, and rub your dully throbbing groin and see the dozen or so missed text messages. Only one really stands out, that girl from Ponyville.

“Sup? Remember me? You played in ponyville like, forever ago! Five years! It’s Pinkie Pie, you played at my shop. Well, wasn’t really mine, but… Anyway, I saw you were headlining for the first ever Ponyville Amphitheatre show! I figured we could, ya know, chill or something. Except you probably have roadies to help now!” You read and reread, remembering smoking and fucking, those fuckng tits, and her blonde friend, too. You smile wide, recalling your first session of groupsex, just a month after your first time in bed with a girl. You lay back, sprawled out, and look at the tour schedule. Ponyville, that was tomorrow, almost today. It seemed like a week ago, but… was it five years? Hard to believe, now. Those damn changelings had come and gone again, so had that Tirek guy. Was it so hard to believe it had been five years since Luna came back? She made one hell of a motif for a trance track.

You look at your cock, it’s getting hard. You open the music app and play something, anything, the silence so boring now that you recall that music exists. You type your reply, smiling, nodding your head to the music.

She replies within a few seconds, and in a quarter hour, picture message, bare tits. She rings five minutes later, uber eager to see you. Her voice is chirpy and happy as ever, and only a little slurred. It’s a four hour drive tomorrow, though, so no meet and fuck tonight. She giggles at the idea of having a threesome with the blonde girl. She’s married, who knew?

Pinkie hangs up after about two hours, and by the end you’re hard. You groan and pull out your laptop, but not to open the web browser or spank bank. You pull up the song you’re working on and plug in headphones. Might as well do something half productive.

You tinker with the bars and melody, dropping in different instruments and sounds, mixing new ones, it takes about ten minutes to break through the artist block. You find yourself smiling as hours pass, but enough staring at a screen for now. You stand and stretch, it’s four in the morning. You check your phone and lay back again, wondering if sleeping again was worth it. New message, from Pinkie. She sent it five minutes after she hung up, it’s her panties, pulled down so low her little lips were just about free. There isn’t a hair in sight. The text reads “Told ya I waxed :D”.

With the new song just needing some polish, you reach down and polish the broom handle.

At ten there’s a hard knock on the door, the driver. “Yeah!” you shout, sniffing and sitting up, holding your head. You swallow and hop in the shower, again, and throw on some clothes. You gather up all your stuff and head to the bus, leaving a twenty with a frowny face scribbled on it near the vomit stain on the carpet.

As you wave goodbye to the clerk, you look at your tour bus, smiling behind cheap sunglasses. You climb in and plop down on the couch, closing your eyes, not looking at all the posters and lights and decorations.

“What the fuck did you do, Axel?” the esteemed Timponi asks, her voice raspy as ever. “I didn’t see you at all since we stopped here.”

A girl stumbles out of the bathroom and off the bus, wearing not much besides a tiny set of shorts. You pull your shades off and let them fall on your chest. “Not a damn thing… It was fucking great.”

“Well, glad you had fun,” she says snidely. “You missed out on the party last night.”

“Were all your local friends bummed cuz they couldn’t meet me?” you ask, sitting up.

“Yeah!” she clicks her phone and fixes her top. She has the nicest jugs, but more than that, she’s extremely creative when it comes to music, namely blending old and new. She was a wonder to work with, too, often providing plenty of “creativity” breaks, usually involving spit, sweat, or some other bodily fluids, often a little grass or something else. “But, that’s alright. Did you really not do anything?”

You shrug, spreading your legs as you sit back. “Well, one of those local girls wanted to hang out, so, yeah. She left sometime, then I made a few phone calls, worked on a song and basically tried not to die. I don’t think I’ve ever been as hungover as yesterday.”

Timponi rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Sure.” Getting her upset was sometimes an explosive situation. Her maternal worry was easily quieted, however, with a little reassurance. It was still morning, and the drive wasn’t too long. You get some breakfast at the little shitty motel breakfast nook, a delivered donut and some prepackaged cereal, and a little school milk, no, chocolate milk. You take a metal spoon, no intention of returning it.

You open your computer on the bus as the roadies all pile in or climb into their own cars. The bus snorts and lurches forward, taking off on the short journey to scenic Ponyville, wish you were here.

You kill half an hour on trash internet, mostly stupid cat pictures or other wastes. You manage to be productive on the new track. With Timponi’s approval, you planned to debut it. The great thing about mixing was you could really do it on the fly. Numerous artists were “caught” playing premixed tracks, and the fallout was usually between a hissy fit and a full on scandal, depending on the fame and reaction of the artist. It didn’t make much sense. Why would you ever play premade stuff? Mixing wasn’t hard, and watching the crowd and playing them up or down was by far the most fun aspect of being a DJ.

“Soft part isn’t long enough, gotta give everyone a chance to breathe,” was what she had to say after listening to five minutes of the track. “Chord is weird, just before, too, why does that sound major?” she asked, sipping on her drink.

You listen and relisten, closing your eyes, softly stomping your foot, just imagining being in that sea of people, pretending you’re a drop of water in that ocean of sound. She was right, the soft part just left you as it got interesting, and the chord wasn’t triumphant, or maybe it was, but that just didn’t fit the darker sound. This was a song about deep heavy trance, the bass booming and breaking down walls, the perfect thing those college girls would dig. The hook was fine, great. She didn’t mention it, so it had to be perfect. You tap your fingers along with the melody, biting your lip and throwing your head left and right. It was heavy, and it was great. You double the slow low part, building, building, avoiding the cliche of just doubling the hit sounds as it reached the drop. Pinkie had liked that, looking up, face covered in…

Instead it got to this ramp, low incline at first, but it rapidly steepened, the pitch rolling higher repeatedly, a sort of canon as it just grew, more and more layers, twenty-five at the peak with a rhythm that cycled and shifted just enough. The last note that climbed to the top sung for a few bars, every other sound dropping away.

Then, you hold your hands in the air, and slam them down on your thighs, bobbing your head to the disgusting drop. “Fuck yeah,” you shout, nearly throwing your headphones to her.

The signs on the road say Ponyville, twenty miles. You barely even feel like going to take a piss, it had been over three hours. The trip into town is pretty quick, the traffic is not bad, the town is a bit of a sprawl, it seems.

You’re the first one off, stretching, headed to the venue to see what’s going on. A man is waiting in jeans and a tucked in shirt, he looks like military or government type, despite his long hair. His stomach was too big for his youngish looking face and broad shoulders. “Axel!” he says, hand held out to shake. He had the body of a heavy drinker.

You take it, immediately irritated. He just exuded a tool vibe, but he seemed dependable. “I’m Psi, manager of the Ponyville Amphitheater. You sold a lot of tickets, sir. Want to see where everything is? The green room, the stage, the tunnel out for musicians, shit like that.”

“Yeah, man, lead the way. I’ll let everyone unwind after the trip, then we’ll start setting up.”

You follow as he leads, noticing the walkie talkie he had on his belt, a clear tube leading to an earpiece. “Awesome, right this way.” He takes you under the concrete structure, an open forum with a sinister network of cement pillars and columns behind it all. Advertising flags hung on all the fences for beer or soda or whatever, it was dizzying. “We’re ready to seat fifty thousand, with thirty thousand more standing room. Parking was the real challenge,” he said, droning on as you check your phone, replying to a text from Pinkie Pie. Busy baby sitting? Didn’t seem too much like her.

The young manager guy, what was his name, was alright, if a bit stiff, but he didn’t bullshit. He was helpful and at least energized. He knew every door and hallway, showing off semi-hidden door handles for getting to and from the vip sections. You hope you can remember half of it come showtime.

With plenty of help, thousands of bits of gear is ferried from the bus and everyone’s cars into the stage area, segregated from the opener's. You meet them all, local guys and girls, one group was familiar, even. You get reacquainted with a few Ponyvillians over some bowls and beers, nothing too much. Your liver is still a little sore.

You check your phone almost constantly, Pinkie is texting whenever she isn't busy with the toddlers. You get to know more about them, finding yourself more interested than you'd expect. Thankfully, they're not hers, only her close friends’/landlords’/boss’.

Three knocks ring out on the as the tingling really hits your body. You smile behind shades as someone opens the door.

“Hello?" a girl asked, accompanied by another shorter, who was dressed a little more appropriate for a rave. “Um, Pinkie sent us.”

You look up from the first’s chest, she's sporting something fierce under her little hoodie and tank. Her shiny black hair fell to her shoulders. Her friend stepped in in her tiny tube top, matching her rainbow hair. “Who are you guys? “ You ask, sitting up.

They make their way over and stand in front of you as two men walk in. Did those guys know each other? “You the DJ Pinkie knows?” the rainbow haired one asks.

“I know her, yeah. Sup?” You take the pipe as it comes your way and keep it rolling.

She cocks her hip, god, those shorts are painted on, you could see her lips clearly in the silky fabric. You suck a deep breath, looking at the other girl. She looks as uneasy as the man standing near her. The rainbow girl looked cocksure, and the dark-brown-haired guy closer to her was sitting next to you. You offer the bong as you hold in a hit. “Do I owe you money or something?" you ask as you blow your lungful out. “Ease up, why don’t ya?”

The local group, god, what was their name? They started to rise. “Yo, Axel. We're up first. See ya later, bro.”

You wave them out, leaving you alone with four new people. “You seriously don't recognize either of us?”

You shrug. “My porn tastes gotta be getting stale.” That made the tall girl blush. The brown haired guy takes a healthy hit and offers the bong to rainbow, who passes to tall and innocent. She sheepishly accepts, smiling.

“I'm um, I'm Twilight Sparkle. I'm Pinkie Pie’s good friend."

“Hmmm… Princess?" you ask, looking at her, the motion blur is turned way top high. You laugh at how the world sluggishly struggled to catch wherever your eyes wander. The focussed circle falls onto her cute face.

Twilight nods. “I'm Rainbow Dash, the one and only,” the shorter girl says, sitting on man 2’s lap after he sat on the couch you resided. “This is my boyfriend Jake and that's Tyler, he's dating Twilight.”

“Cool. Axel. I melt faces. Puff puff pass, princess, you're fuckin up the rotation.” Rainbow erupts with laughter, two hands finding her perky little tits. You watch as she's held down by her boyfriend, her neck getting slowly devoured. So it was one of those kind of parties.

Twilight made an awkward little laugh as she and the square looking nerd sat in a big comfy chair. It looked much older than the new concrete stadium around you. “Oh man. I haven't done this in a while…"

“No one's making you," the guy said, holding her tight. You turn back to the show, a hand getting under that little shirt. She was grinding her little hips like crazy. Biting her lip and moaning, the whole nine. You shift over a bit and give them more elbow, knee, foot, tongue, et cetera room.

“Crystal Thunder Fuck, excuse me,” you inform her majesty. “Some serious sticky. I didn't know the princess of friendship liked to smoke grass.”

Her chest swells as she draws a dense cloud into the chamber. She sucks the carb clean, yanking the bowl out quickly. Twi smiles and looks over to Dash having her nipples tweaked. “Haven't-” she tried to talk, but coughed out a surprising lungful. Tim took the bong and cleared the chamber the rest of the way, smiling as he kissed her wet, pouty lips. God, she just looked cuter by the second.

You reach for the bong, but Taylor holds up a finger, saying “one minute”. You grin and relax back, a little hand with colorful nails on your thigh.

You let her do anything as Abram or whoever pulls out a little slip of paper. “I wanted to try this while I was still mostly sober. It's an entropic spell, in reverse. It might get a little warm in here, laws of physics, don't worry about it. But Axel, gotta ask, don't you hate it when you run out of bud? Duh, everyone does. What if you could sprinkle some trash in the bowl of ashes, cast a spell, and rejuvenate those ashes into fresh greens?”

“Sweetie, are you doing to do this here?"

“Why not? Worst case scenario, I-”

“Burn your damn hand! I, oh Celestia it's hitting me." Twilight leaned into him and touched her head, smiling dreamily, the guy looking at Dash taking her tiny shirt off. No bra, no need obviously. She was kinda butch, maybe she was packing a sausage down south.

“Hell yes,” the guy breathed over her neck. He spread her legs a little as she leaned back, her little body clinging to his. Dash’s hand found your groin and cupped your package firmly.

“Come on, Twi. I’ve only burned myself twice.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not with this in your hand.” She took the bong and handed it to you, sans bowl. “And oh my goodness, Dash, you can’t even wait five minutes?”

“Mngh- If I can’t smoke because of the damn Wonderbolts rules, I’m going to have fun somehow.” She giggled and leaned on you, fingers working between her upper thighs. You touch her hair some as a heatwave suddenly blasts out from the left. You look over at the bowl and see the burnt green was capped with a grey mass of what looked like tissue paper.

He inspected it closely, looking just mind-blown. You grin wide and lean a little into that channel, interested in this plotline, one hand on Dash’s little hip. “Hmm, not exactly what I was expecting,” he said, interrupted by a short trio of knocks on the door. Dash and friend don’t bother covering up. The guy who was practicing magical botany used his green magic to open the door. In walked in four strangers and Pinkie Pie.

The first was familiar, actually, Applejack, looking country girl hot as ever. The guy behind her was familiar, Brian? The other girl with super long black hair was wearing something far too fancy for a hazy backstage party, turning orgy. She had some fancy-type, too. What were they doing here, appraising the building? Hopefully they wouldn’t mind just a little smoke damage. The colloseum still had had the new car smell when you came in earlier.

And those jugs, in a tiny blue hoodie, were massive as ever. There was no way they were mere D-cups.

“Hey! The party’s not supposed to start til I walk in!” The pink-haired girl bounced over and landed in your lap, facing you, and dropped her tongue right into your mouth. Your hand shoots up to her breast as you taste cotton candy, blue flavor, as evidenced by her wet tongue. She giggled and planted a wet kiss on your forehead, leaving a nice lipstick mark, you can feel the makeup drying as it caked your skin. She wore a healthy amount, but her vivid, neon blue lips were the centerpiece. They would look great wrapped around your now hard cock.

“Y’all partyin’ in the quiet? What gives? I thought we were backstage at a rave.” AJ laughs and gives Dash’s nipple a quick pinch, they fight briefly, ending up in that one guy’s lap kissing, AJ leading the dance. You breathe deep and watch as Pinkie grinds her round ass into your lap, moving your hands to her zipper. You look up and undo her tiny hoodie, smiling, seeing her itty bitty matching blue tube top. God, it was about four sizes too small, and was she even wearing a bra?

You accept the bowl, at last, and brush off some of the weird ashy paper. You get things rolling again with a little spark and hold your hit in, giving the bong up to Pinkie as she sits at your side. Dash lays her body back, head in Pinkie’s lap, AJ sitting on the arm of the couch with Dash’s feet in her lap. You rest your hand on that little chest, her boyfriend has his hand on her warm little crotch. Pinkie coughs as she lets out a gargantuan hit, the other duo content to chill on the chairs the other band occupied earlier. The chair Twilight and her boyfriend were in faced the couch, an arm's length away. The metropolitan girl turned on a little stereo hiding in the corner with a smile, using her own device to play something poppy. It’s not half bad.

You hold Pinkie sideways as another pipe makes its rounds, but you’re ripped for now. A jazzy little melody plays from behind a wall of cement, the first band is starting at last. “Nice trip, Axy?” Pinkie Pie asks, resting her head on your shoulder, her own hand pulling Rainbow’s shorts down. The nubile girl in everyone’s lap helps to strip herself nude. There wasn’t a tan line or a hair on her. Her boyfriend gently fingers her as AJ helps to light his bowl.

You give those big, blue, perfect lips a kiss as her hand strokes your chest. “It was awesome. I finished my newest song.”

“What’s it called? Spweed, right?” she asked, her voice so cute and bubbly, but you can tell the grass was creeping on her. The body high had her skin tingling, just like yours. You reach full around and grip her breast firmly, making her flinch. “Ah, I’ll take that as a yes. I can’t WAIT to rock out later!”

You laugh as the bong makes the telltale fwosh as it’s cleared by AJ. She lets out a meager puff of smoke, the bowl cleared. The busty girl fishes out a bag from her bra. “Woah woah,” you shout, holding out your hand. “We’re in the good times, Applejack, let me feed you. Uh, bag on the chair by her, the… the girl. With the clothes. In the zipper pocket.”

Her little white cotton shirt looked painted on, too, like Dash’s tiny little shorts which were now on the floor. She’s got tiny jean shorts on, too, showing off those long legs, which are being stroked by a pair of calloused hands. Tim number two looks a little worse for wear, now that you look. Small bags under the eyes, a hearty beard on his chin, his tight T-shirt had some of those douchey fighting sport logos and stuff. All he needed was a pair of sporty expensive shades and a camouflage ball cap. He was good people though.

It was a backpack, every pocket was zippered, but city girl found the bag and marveled at a bud the size of her head. “Poor no more!” you shout, beaming. “Hah, I love being a rockstar.”

“Oh Celestia,” Posh Spice said from her chair. “That’s quite a lot.” How did they all know each other again? Some sort of magic, celebrity thing. They all were sorta familiar.

“I’m just glad you all can enjoy-ah! Fuck!” Dash squirms as she has one finger slid deep, deep inside her. You move your head so she can lift her leg high, resting her knee on her shoulder. You stroke her muscular, slim thighs, her skin so warm and soft, her knee by her face.

It’s close quarters, but Pinkie slips her little hand down your pants and cups your groin gently. “I bet rockstars get tons of pussy,” she whispers in your ear, giving it a little lick. AJ takes a gigantic hit as Pinkie giggles and leans back, slipping out of her hoodie and little itty bitty tube top. She shifts forward, her massive breasts hanging in Dash’s face. The athletic girl takes one and sucks, hard, her little back arching, pressing her hard nipples into your hands as you touch her. She’s the line at an all you can touch buffet.

Posh squeaks as her body is made to sit in her mate’s lap. There’s a speaker that’s turned on beyond the wall, and a deep trance starts to play. Finally, your tingling skin feels like it’s at home in the sea of sound. AJ and her lumberjack are the first to whip it out. She leans back in a chair as he takes his pants off, then hers. They moan into each other’s mouths as the princess giggles away, her little neck is devoured, bringing the bong to her lips. Dash flips over and Pinkie spreads her thick thighs, lifting her skirt.

Dash climbs off the sofa and goes mouth first into that cave as Pinkie strokes your bare cock hard and fast, moaning as you pinch her little nipple. The guy on your right stands on the floor and drops his pants, taking Dash in his strong arms like a sex doll.

Her nubile little body is lifted in the air, she must weigh no more than eighty pounds. She squeals out as he little pussy is teased by his cock, your own hitting her cheek thanks to Pinkie’s guidance. She sucks instinctively as she’s speared from behind, Pinkie’s hand on her head making her go viciously hard. “Don’t worry,” Pinkie pants out, the room growing hazy and hot. “She fucking loves th-IIIS!! Cold! What is, ooooh! Thanks, Twi! Tyler! You two having fun?” Pinkie wiggled her big butt, god it was bubbly, not too fat, as she took the bong as it made its rounds.

“I didn’t think it’d be… this fast,” he said, timidly stroking Twilight’s massive breasts. She was red from her hairline to her cleavage, her body was on fire by the look of it.

Pinkie sucks a deep hit as Dash swallows your cock whole, her neck bulging a little, her tiny body recoiling as she’s roughly fucked. You find your lips suddenly locked with Pinkie’s, wet breath pushing into your lungs slowly. You suck it down deep, touching her face, leaving you with full lungs and saliva hanging from your lips. You blow towards AJ as she’s riding reverse cowgirl, failing to get her attention. Even in a sturdy pushup, her big tits bounce so fantastically. D cups? Doubles? She’s riding for life, long rolling strokes. You motion to the fashion models across the way, but find the bong yanked from you by the gym rat ploughing Dash from behind.

Pinkie giggles as he pauses to take a deep hit. He holds it out to the girl behind him, the pretty city type. The well dressed girl was ogling Dash’s boyfriend’s butt and back, then proceeded to poke at the ash with the corner of the lighter and portioned herself a place to spark.

“Everyone’s going to cum on my face,” Pinkie whispered in your ear. “And I’m gonna wear it all as I go out into the crowd!” She kissed your cheek and pushed Dash’s head down hard, making her gag out, spitting up on your balls. You groan, feeling that pressure already. Pinkie cups your balls gently, keeping you from feeling too overwhelmed. Her massive tits in your face help, too. This was too kinky.

“Dash, that’s enough!” she shouts, yanking on her hair. The little bit of lipstick she wore, she wore lipstick, was smeared on her face and your throbbing, wet dick.

The girl rolled onto her side, her foot aimed skyward as her leg was used like a hand grip. You get up and let her face fall into the couch. Pinkie lays back, legs spread, ready for it all. “So much kinkier when the clothes are on and the panties slipped to the side, don’t you think?” she asked. She looked like she was abducted from a porno. Her huge breasts, her slutty makeup, her little waist and massive hips, her nearly flat stomach, her waxed smooth pussy lips, even her asshole looked like it was treated. You aim your leaking cock at her slit and suddenly stop.

“I’m on the pill!” she said, gripping your raw dick and popping it in, pulling you deep inside with her heels on your ass. You groan, eyes fluttering for a second as she bounces your hips back and forth. Dash is thrown like a pillow onto the couch and made to fuck in the same manner, her ankles by her face. Pinkie isn’t quite as flexible, and bounces a lot more when she’s fucked, but both pussies look young, tight, and juicy. You groan, trying to keep pace. You suck air as you stare at the girl below, she’s drooling just a bit.

Pinkie draws a breath and swallows, a cloud of fresh smoke billowing from your right, the royal onlooker. Your eyes flick to the side to see Twilight slip to her knees, turning to face her boyfriend where he sits, his hand resting on her head as she undoes his pants.

You look back down and buck your hips, listening to the music. She’s so wet and tight, it’s amazing. “Having fun?” Pinkie asked, beaming, her G cups or whatever ridiculousness bouncing with her. She inhales sharply and arched her back, you get a little lower and fuck up into her. “Took a lot of convincing getting all my friends to agree to this, Axel. Ha! Ah, right fucking there, ah Celestia, yes. Guess what else I got!”

Endless energy. “Ah, what, Pinkie?” her huge breast is sucked by the smaller girl, their fingers entwined as you lose the other guy in the beat of the music, his rhythm not quite on the beat, which was whatever.

She kissed Dash on the forehead. “Acid! Good, good stuff! Let’s drop it later, what do you think?”

You smile down at her and go deeper and faster, making your flesh slap aloud. “Yeah! Ah, fuck. Down.” You change the angle again, squatting down, really sucking for air, balls swinging as you roll deep and hard. One thing the rockstar life didn’t provide was much incentive for exercise, beyond sex. Your whole body feels tingly, there’s this watery feeling in your legs as you swing your hips back, and forth, deep inside. You squeeze her huge tit once just to remind yourself it’s real.

You pull out as the guy in Dash grunts hard, pulling out and stepping onto the couch, straddling the fucked to death pile of rainbow hair. He strokes his member in Pinkie’s face, who beams up to him, tongue out. Her little slutty face gets a trio of thick ropes shot across it, a slimy glop falling over her hair into the couch. He groans as Dash eagerly slurps his dick down, moaning and touching him, hands shaking. He falls down onto the couch and lets Rainbow just pant and sweat as Pinkie shivers, smiling wide, face covered. She giggles and wraps her legs tight around your waist, pulling you in to fuck her deep and raw.

Her juicy little pussy was dripping wet, tight, hot, the sensation building. You push a hand on her breast and give it to her faster, harder, until suddenly you pull out and stand tall, masturbating in front of her. She falls to her knees, looking up and leaning back, one eye glued shut by the last shot.

You watch her lick the tip and smile. “Mmm, I taste great. Come on, give it to me!” You ignore everything else and groan, staring at her bright blue eyes and long pink hair, jerking your throbbing cock as hard and fast as you can. She shivers with anticipation. Suddenly, that pressure reaches the top of the hill, and you feel her hand on your balls as they rise up towards your body. You roll your hips forward, Pinkie’s hands moving yours away and milking it effectively. You pant and look skyward, groaning. Your eyes fall back down as she vigorously strokes the whole shaft, licking the tip, thicker precum leaking out. You shiver slightly, watching her go, looking at how hungry she was for it.

Dash was watching, rubbing her clit, Twilight taking a break to watch closely, kneeling just an arm’s length away. You don’t check on the other two. Pinkie makes a little shiver and smiles desperately, drawing you to finish. You grunt and flex your legs as she milks your dick rapidly. “GYAH! YES!” Her hands are a blur as they stroke at supersonic speeds, sending splatters and drops of semen all over her face and far beyond. The sensation is surreal, like a great pressure was released.

Pinkie is nice and blinded, wet pools of cum soak her cute face as her thick lips wrap around your hot, wet, pulsing cock. She moans deep, vibrating it as she slurped you down into her throat, her neck bulging, leaving a vivid blue ring towards the base. She looked up through cummy bridges over her long eyelashes and donned a triumphant look, spitting your cock out slowly, slurping up her spitty, cummy treat. “So good…” she says, gulping loudly, finishing with a loud “AH!”

“Pinkie,” Twilight pouted, wiping her face. A few small spots dotted her dark shirt, but there was a heavy pool on her nose and lips, a wad dangling from her finger where she wiped her eye. Twilight glanced back at her boyfriend, then forward to you and Pinkie. She opens her mouth wide and samples the hot seed, breathing hard and deep.

You suck a few deep breaths and watch Pinkie yank Twilight over for a deep kiss, semen swirling over their tongues as Dash has a pole injected into her tender little pussy again. There’s more than enough moaning behind you as you rest on the arm of the sofa, watching AJ bounce her perfect ass up and down rapidly for a second. The main stage was the two girls spitting a serving of semen into each other’s mouths. With a little moan and Pinkie’s hand on her tender, reddened neck, Twilight swallows her gift, smiling and looking energized.

Pinkie Pie crawls over to Taylor and licks his wet cock, now, too, letting you reload. Dash pants out as her hands find your body. You lean over and give her unhindered access to your spent cock, mostly rigid, still. The walls vibrate as a deep, deep sound rocks the world. You sigh as you sink your hot member into her little wet mouth. She moans and sucks it deep as she could, not much compared to Pinkie.

The deep music is a tease, being so quiet across the wall. You buck your hips fast and shallow in her mouth, making her gag some, he body bouncing from recoil. Dash doesn’t shy away as you sink into her throat, yourself groaning as you listen to the music of flesh and the music of technology. Her little body rocks as she’s speared so deep, her little waxed lips look incredibly wet.

You pull out and let your dick throb against her face, giving Dash a chance to breathe. You watch Pinkie suck Tyler’s tip, Twilight working his shaft, he’s gonna cum soon. AJ and the other girl have moved closer, holding hands as they both ride their boyfriends, husbands? Rings were glinting in the colorful lights.

You stand up behind Pinkie and grab the bong, sparking one last hit to clear this bowl. You hold it in and return to Dash, letting it out as you let her suck your cock in again, her face a mess with a little cum and a lot of saliva. It is so fucking hot.

The body rush hits you as you touch her little boobs. You feel stiff as steel when a sudden grunt happens behind you, the nerd standing up and feeding his girlfriend and Pinkie his load. You watch some, gritting your teeth at how fucking hot Pinkie looks covered in sperm. She sits back, panting, openly stroking her pussy lips, Twilight sucking on those giant fucking boobs. You grin and step to the facialized girl and feed her your dick, which she eagerly slurps up, moaning. Twilight stares closely, touching your leg, her own little tongue out.

You quickly check the clock, still over an hour til you go on. “Open your eyes, Pinkie,” you order, smiling down at her. She peels her eyelids open, little strings dangling down from her eyelashes. She giggles, wincing as some gets in her eye. She moans and spits your dick out, saliva dripping from the pink tip.

“Oh my god, I’m so fucking painted,” she moans, laying back on the floor. You move between her legs and gently slip your hard cock inside, making her inhale sharply. “AH! Oh, yes! Nice and deeeeep…” she giggles. AJ and her friend, “Rarity!” Pinkie called out, looking up to the girl with the long hair. “You look so fucking sexy,” she said, looking over her body. “You always do!”

The girl, Rarity, laughs, moaning, eyes rolling back as she’s speared deep by her boyfriend from behind. “Thank-ah! You, darling. Cum suits you well. Beau, sweetie, would you be a dear and cover her face some more?”

That was Beau, wasn’t it?! You smile at him as he goes faster, ignoring you mostly. Funny how college was such a distant memory. You make Pinkie’s huge, messy, nude boobs bounce with some deep, rapid thrusts as your ex-friend bucks harder and harder, grunting, making his girlfriend arch her back. AJ bent over and took it doggy style, her perky tits swinging near Pinkie’s face, and kissed Rarity tongue first. They held each other’s faces and breathed hard, their mates railing them, both sucking for air.

Suddenly, both guys stop and twitch as they scramble over, stroking their cocks at Pinkie’s face. You stand tall on your knees and lean back as Pinkie shrieks with bliss, taking two fresh loads, one thick and goopy, falling out like cream, the other shooting across her face and tits. You just keep bucking as Pinkie cleans both cocks, the women beyond panting for breath, tongues and legs tangled in an awkward arrangement. They rested on one another, clothing half ripped off.

All the men in the room sit back and let their members rest, besides Dash’s boytoy, but you’re nearing the next climax. You feel the smoke swirl in your skull, your body is on fire and tingling like mad, that wet little pussy is so fucking hot! You look down at her drenched face and groan, finding your next orgasm rising quickly. The pressure builds so rapid you almost cum inside. You yank your throbbing cock out and stand on your knees, straddling her thick hips and spread legs, stroking your cock. The first rope hits her lips, but the next seven splash over her cleavage and belly, the consistency a little thinner than before. You sit back and lean on the couch as everyone just sort of stews, Dash moaning as she looks up to her boyfriend and touches his chest.

Pinkie rubs her little clit, playing with her sticky breasts. Twilight is nuzzling Tim’s long, half hard dick, AJ and Rarity are barely able to slip together and cuddle as their partner’s catch their breath. You feel thoroughly spent, happy, with an hour left.

“Ah! In my mouth!” Dash moans, as her boyfriend suddenly pulls out and straddles her waist. Pinkie barely registers. You watch her wrap her pouty little lips around the head and moan as she’s fed hot cum into her mouth. She strokes his thighs and sits back, smiling, swallowing hard.

You sit up and move next to Pinkie, grabbing one of those truly giant tits. “Feel pretty?” you ask. She nods, smiling a watery smile, her knees shaking, her pussy gaping just a little. “Want a shower?” Again, a little honest nod. You sit back and look around the room, the sweat and smoke dominating your nose. You stand and stretch as Twilight joins you, only to sit in Tommy’s lap and kiss him. There’s a pack of water bottles on the floor behind the door. You grab it and set it on the table, opening the plastic wrap. You drink half a bottle right away, the cool liquid more delicious than anything. You grab three more after slipping into your jeans again.

Jacket over your shoulders, you find Pinkie’s tiny top and matching hoodie. She wearily gets up, slipping them on, careful of her drying mess of a face. “Oh fuck yes,” she groans, touching her cheeks. “This is the hottest fucking thing. Thank you all, so, so, so much!” she’s near tears, tiredly blessing everyone. “Ah… I need a quick shower, some water, then I’ll be ready to party again!” she giggled, eyes still shut. She gets to her feet as the wonder twins writhe on the floor, giggling, kissing, their bodies being touched by the boys.

Dash rolls over, her face a mess, her body covered in sweat. She is picked up like a toy and brought to be a little spoon on the couch. “Wait! Pinkie, aren’t you gonna wear all that cum?” she asked.

Pinkie groaned, mulling it over. “Axel? What do you think?”

“I wanna play with your huge tits in the shower. Also, you look great both ways, but I don’t wanna kiss you right now, and that’s a problem.”

“See you guys from the stage!” Pinkie calls out, slipping into her pants, her panties nowhere to be found. With that, you grab your bag and leave the smelly, smokey little room, just a little sore.

As she struts by through the corridors and past concession stand lines, a dozen guys and girls stare at Pinkie Pie, confidence just oozing off her sweaty body. She giggles as her big nipples poke through her tight little shirt, cum staining her face and hair. She pushes past a pair of girls to exit onto the little paved area behind the stadium, you can feel jealousy and ire radiating off of one, lust and a friendly pride from the other.

You follow her up into the bus, eyes on her ass. The mobile apartment is vacant, when you turn on the hot water and climb into the toilet stall sized room, Pinkie strips and enters the shower immediately. You spoon with her as steamy hot water cascades down.

“We gotta be quick in here,” you softly say in her ear, your hands cupping those gigantic breasts, hard cock rubbing her wet ass. You massage soap into her skin and bite her earlobe, groaning. “I’m not done fucking you. That bud got me so fucking horny.”

“Fuck yes,” she said, lifting her ass up, spreading her legs some. “Just stick it in me, we can multitask.”

You breathe deep and hard, pumping your hard cock into her hot little wet pussy. The water robbed her of her natural lube as she scrubs her face, but her hot little pussy was slick deep inside. You angle her so that part doesn’t get wet, quickly as you shampoo her hair. You don’t even bother with your own, just soaping and rinsing your body quickly. You pop out and dry off, letting her use more of the towel, and lead her squealing into the bedroom in the back.

There’s no one lounging here, thank Celestia. Pinkie rubs her hair vigorously and lays back, legs spread. “Come on, we gotta be quick! You’re up pretty soon.”

“Don’t worry,” you tell her, rubbing those perfectly plump little pussy lips. “I’m gonna fuck you raw like we did years ago, and you’re gonna love it.”

She moaned as you spoke, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her little waist and huge tits went well with those wide hips and thick thighs. She wasn’t fat, no, she was still so fit. She ate a lot, too, mostly sugar and booze from what you remember. Either way, she was fantastic, sporting cups beyond F. You molest them as you rub your wet cock on her lips, leaning back, and sliding it again up her slit. At last you pull back and push your rigid head into her sopping wet cunt, the two of you groan as you sink your weapon deep, deep inside her velvety soft insides. Pinkie grips her hair in her hands as she lays back in your bed, holding a pillow to her face. She hugs it to her chest and looks up, smiling. “Axel, your bed smells so good, like you. Ohhhh, do me!”

You pant out and roll your hips deep and fast, sliding deep inside and out. She’s so hot! Pinkie grips your shoulders and sits up, jerking her wide hips back and forth, sitting in your lap sort of, panting and moaning and kissing your face and neck. “Ah, so big, do me, do me do me do me!” she breathes in your ear. You pick her body up and slam it to the bed, standing on your knees, holding her big ass in the air, railing with all your strength. The bus creaks under you as you treat her body like a dog treats a leg. No intimate, sweet rolling thrusts, just brutal, animalistic fucking. You grunt in her ear as your body ignites, the THC making the skin all over you tingle, but especially on your sack and cock.

Pinkie shrieks out, shivering, her feet rising as her long, curvy legs go rail straight. You grip her thick thighs hard like a hunk of meat and spread her legs, going deep and hard in her, sucking air as you break another sweat. “Ah, fuck yes!”

“I want your cum in me,” she pants, her huge tits bouncing. She bites her thick lip and plays with her boobs, her makeup not quite rinsed from her face, a little mascara on her cheek. You kiss her deep, tongue first, and push your long cock all the way in. You jerk a dozen hard thrusts, making her moan and bounce from recoil. The sensations build, and your irregular, deliberate thrusts are to milk your own dick with that perfect pussy.

You lick her face and stand tall, throwing your hips forward, grunting out as hard and as loud as you can. “Gah! AAAAAGH!”

Pinkie whimpers, back arching as her legs curl around your ass, pulling you deep inside.

The eruption is volcanic, and feels like a bomb has gone off in your core. You pant and look down at her as your throbbing orgasm rolls on and on and on, a dozen ropes pumping out deep inside. You relax at last, falling limply to the bed, sucking air and covered in a layer of sweat. You reach out to her as Pinkie rolls her body onto yours, still rolling her hips, kissing you again. Her skin is hot, her insides hotter. You moan in her mouth, smiling as she rolls her hips in loving motions.

“Feel good, Axel?” she sighed in your ear. You dumbly nod, groaning. “Good, because that was fucking magical for me. Come on,” she said, rolling onto her side, your milky cock popping out. Pinkie moans and gets to her knees on the floor, eagerly slurping and sucking you clean. “Tastes so good…”

You check your alarm clock, digital, black, velcroed in place after the first nasty turn on a night trip. Forty minutes to showtime. You make a noise between grunting and moaning as you sit up, your balls quite sore. You make your nude way to the bathroom two steps away and piss in the toilet. Pinkie appears behind you, dangling one of those stupid midget bottles of water, but it’s deep purple.

“Drink this, now,” she orders cutely. You uncap it, cock hanging as you let it all out, and take a sniff. It smells like a dark, wet basement. “Don’t smell it!” She giggled and grabbed you from behind, biting your shoulder. She aims your cock for you, giggling as she circles the pool of water at the bottom with your stream, fingers squeezing and massaging your sore shaft. “It’s a health potion. For whatever reason, it just refills guys almost instantly. And this one’s super strength!”

You laugh and smile as she bites your ear lobe, your stream finished, her hands starts pumping your slimy, mostly soft cock. You gulp, then take a deep breath and hold it. You tilt the bottle back and will it down your throat, ignoring the consistency. Some little solid chunks catch in your throat, making you choke. You clamp your lips shut and cough, trying not to spit any purple gunk out. You work the bits out with your tongue and bite into one, tasting some sort of chalky sweetness.

“Sprinkles?” you ask, gulping down the foul mixture. You clean your mouth with your tongue and force the watery potion back.

She just laughs, pressing her huge boobs into your back. “I thought it’d make the potion more fun!”

You look at the little bottle and swirl the last few drops around. You finish it off and chew on the rainbow sprinkles. “Pinkie, why would you put sprinkles in a drink-oooooh, oh woah…” You swallow again, the taste really not that bad, thanks in part to the sugary sprinkles. Your balls stop aching quite quickly, your sore dick feels just, well, wet, Pinkie’s hand still massaging and stroking it. She reaches around with her other hands and juggles your sack.

“Feel good?” she breathes sweetly in your ear.

You nod, breathing deeply.

“Good!” Pinkie said, turning to wash her hands. “Because there was like, three hits of awesome acid in that, too. You cool with that, right?”

“What?” you ask, nearly shouting. “I, fuck yeah! But, did we even talk about that? I can’t even remember.”

You sit on the seat and look at her curvy, busty, boobs…. You look up to her face as she shakes her hands dry and sits on your lap, her hands aiming your half stiff cock at her little pussy and- “Ah, fuck, yes. Did you take some too, Pinkie?” you ask, stroking her thighs as she rides you with slow motions.

She nods, giggling, pressing her nipples into your shoulders, leaning her head back. That mass of pink hair hangs behind her arched back as she rolls her wide hips up and down in slow motions. “I took it just as soon as the Cakes let me come here. Hasn’t kicked in yet!” She giggled and looked back down, smiling ear to ear. “I did some a few weeks ago with my gal pal Berry Punch. You’d like her! HUGE boobs, like, maybe even bigger than mine.” She suddenly gasped sharp and deep, her hips dropping hard, making you grunt. She was still wet and warm and tight as ever. “I bet they’re even bigger than Celestia’s!”

You laugh with her and grope those big boobs, rolling your hips as best you can under the thick girl. “I wonder if she’s here, in the crowd,” you think aloud, pinching those puffy nipples, making Pinkie squeak.

She laughs, again, as often as breathing it seemed. “Maybe! I’ll text her later. She might still be with her boyfriend, buuuuuuuuut, just imagine getting a double titjob! You’d need to send a TEAM in to find even YOUR cock, Axel!”

Pinkie stood suddenly and helped you up, the world spinning just a bit. Everything snaps back instantly, the vertigo sensation leaving as quickly as it came. “Come on, let’s do it on the bed again!” she said, diving onto the bed, bouncing until you followed suit.

Her face over the edge, you grab her thick thighs and spread them as wide as possible, she can easily do a perfect split. Her body isn’t fat, but it’s far from thin. She’s not nubile, but Pinkie is definitely pliable. She breathes, desire in her eyes as she looks up, bringing her ankles near her head. “Eighteen years of gymnastics and counting,” she bragged, spreading her puffy, reddened vulva.

You dive in without a second thought. She moans and lets go of her calves, one foot slipping between your leg, so that she’s straddling your thigh, sort of. She takes your hand and makes you grip her ass on the side that’s lifted, letting you sink even deeper. “Gooooowaah, so deeeeeeep!” she squeaked. “Oh goddess, yes! Do me, Axel, fill me up with your big cock!”

Her dirty talk isn’t diminished by her sweet giggles one iota. You bend over and give her what she wants as you roll your hips, lips touching. You kiss her tenderly as your body holds the head of your cock firmly against her cervix, her body gyrating with yours. You groan and hold her neck in your other hand, slipping your tongue deep into her mouth.

You tenderly, vigorously fuck her with little, fully deep thrusts, making the bus rock. The door up forward opens, but you just ignore it, the bedroom door was shut and, hell, it’s your damn van.

The bedroom door swings outward violently and shuts just as fast, faster than you can even look up.

“I need more,” a cute, high-pitched, maybe raspy voice says. It’s Dash, her tiny shirt has a couple of fresh cumstains. “I don’t know what you did Pinkie, and I don’t care, I fucking need more and no one back inside is putting out.” She swallows and goes on. “Twilight’s sucking her boyfriend’s spent cock, but he’s passed out. That weed was too much for him, I think.”

As she speaks, Dash undresses, Pinkie just giggles. “Come,” she says, shifting and pulling a pillow under her head. “Come sit on momma’s face, Dashie!”

“Can I get a facial?” she asks, red from her forehead to her collarbone as she straddles Pinkie’s face, facing you, begging you with her big magenta eyes. Dash takes your finger and sucks it deep, moaning. Her voice crescendos, eyes shutting, cheeks caving in suddenly as Pinkie presumably works her magic between those soft thighs. She’s such a petite girl, but you don’t doubt she could carry Pinkie for a mile hike with that incredible body.

There was a soft knock at the door, and it cracked open. A beautiful, barely clothed girl entered, blushing just as red, only her eyes were a little pink. “U-um, Dash? P-Pinkie?” her tiny voice was so nervous, her words cracked on every syllable. She seemed to be shaking.

Dash’s little body was thrown to the side as Pinkie sat up, wetness plastering hairs to her cheeks and neck. “Twi?! What are you doing here?”

She locked the door behind her. She took a deep breath and played with the hem of her pants. “I think it has to do with, um, being…”

“The body high and princess horniness?” Pinkie half asked, half stated. “Hmm… interesting. Well, foursome?” she offered, giggling, bucking her hips, reminding you and your cock you were still fucking. Dash was masturbating, thighs spread wide near Pinkie’s face.

“In a twin bed?” you ask, bucking her back, making those giant tits jiggle harder.

Pinkie shrugs, one eye closed as you go harder, making her squeak. Dash rubs her little clit hard as you touch her thigh, she’s panting, watching Twilight undress.

“Twi,” the athlete asks. “Do you, ya know, bat for both teams?”

“No,” she answered, grinning, standing nude, too. “But I think I can make some exceptions.” She came forward, laying her knee near Pinkie’s face, her hand cupping Rainbow’s sex. “Allow me.”

“Holy shit,” you grunt, Pinkie watching closely, too.

A lavender-colored flash blinds everyone briefly, but only Pinkie shrieks. You rub your eyes with wet hands and blink your vision back.

What you see is stranger than fiction. Sprouting from her hips is a massive, flaccid cock, but it’s not cut. It seems Dash is more surprised than anyone as she shrieks out in terror loud enough to pierce your eardrum like a railroad spike.

“Holy SHIT!” she rasps, her voice coarse as two grit sandpaper. “Twi, what the FUCK?!”

“It’s just a dick, silly! Look,” Pinkie says, grunting softly as she sits up, your hard dick popping out of her warm, wet pussy. She hoists it up and jerks it off in front of everyone. “See? Just a big ol’ funstick! Come on, Dashie, give yours a nice tug. Ooooh! Want me to?!”

“No-Twilight, take it back! I can’t be, ya know, floppin around in the cockpit!”

Pinkie chuckled harder than Twilight, then finally, the more reserved girl exploded in laughter. You barely hold in a snicker. “Don’t worry, it’ll go away after a few cumshots,” the princess casually stated.

Pinkie moaned and laid on her back, touching her little wet pussy. You take her thighs and spread them, sinking inside her again. “Oh, gosh, yes!” she sighed.

“I don’t- are you sure?” she asked, her new member starting to throb. Twilight sat on the edge of the bed and hoisted the limp dick gently in her hand. Her body came forward, her thick lips wrap around the thick cock, pushing the hood back. Her tongue snakes out and twirls over the first half of the shaft, her moans so thick and genuine. Twilight sinks to her knees on the bed, her back bent over as she shuffled close, curling into a compact ball. Dash threw her head back, leaning against the compressed wood paneling.

She sighed out, legs spreading, hands on Twilight’s head. You watch closely, not as close as Pinkie, eyes a few inches from the wet action. You give her a few harder thrusts, ready to cum soon. Pinkie sates her oral fixation on Twilight’s free hand, an occasional flash of magic fixing her lovely long hair as Dash musses it up. “Ah, shit yes,” Dash sighs out throatily. “Twilight, this… too good… I, I feel something,” she swallows and sits up on her knees, Twilight cups that thick cock between her big breasts, one hand working the uncut head.

“You like this?” she asked. “Tyler fucking goes nuts for my boobs.”

“They’re pretty fucking awesome!” Dash sighs, bucking her hips. Twilight giggles and squeezes her nice tits around that veiny girl cock.

Pinkie moaning sucking her own fingers, now. “Ah, I wanna see your new dick, Dashie!” she sighs.

With a little shrug, Twilight lets go. “Think you can take it down your throat?” Twilight asks warmly. “I modeled it after my boyfriend’s cock, he’s pretty big.”

“Ah! N-no way?” Pinkie giggled. “I thought he was circumcised-OH! Oh, Axel, so fucking deep!”

Twilight sat back and let Rainbow straddle her little slutty face. “Artistic liberties,” was all she proudly said. Twilight summoned another cock, this one made of obvious magic, and gave herself something to moan about. The color was of bright lavender, and seemed to sparkle and emit a dull light. Twilight sat on the far end, fucking herself, likely having a perfect view of that girl’s tight, perfect ass. Dash groaned harder than Pinkie as the busty girl gagged. You slow down and let her concentrate. Rainbow’s eyes roll back as Pinkie gags, her little neck bulging out, stuffed with thick, long cock. She grasps her own breasts, coughing up slimy spit over her chin and neck..

Dash bucks her hips, and you resume as well. Pinkie responds by sucking breath when she can, vocally protesting the fat dick in her throat as it rapidly penetrates and retreats. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” Dash breathes, leaning hard on Pinkie’s gigantic tits. You touch her lower lip and bring her eyes back down, those big magenta oceans could melt steel. You smile and kiss her suddenly. Rainbow reaches up and grips your face and moans in your mouth. She rolls her body forward, injecting herself fully into your girlfriend’s throat, that thick body below twitching and touching your waist as you spear her deep, too.

Dash breaks away, gasping for air, her hips pulling back to let Pinkie do the same. You resume thrusting fast, making her body jiggle. Pinkie reaches up and touches Dash’s strong legs. Her tan skin looks so soft and smooth. Pinkie’s smiling ear to ear, her face soaked in her own throat slime and Dash’s precum, all while little wet moans escape behind it all.

“Okay,” Twi says, standing tall on her knees, she dwarfs the tiny pilot. “It’s about time you paid for your little present,” Twi says, slapping something on Dash’s back, making her gasp and look behind herself. She went pale in the face.

Dash pants out, but spreads her knees some anyway, Pinkie smiling and laughing as that fat, throbbing dick drops to her face. You remember you’re fucking, too, and resume the thrusting, making Pinkie moan some more.

“Gentle,” Dash said, smirking over her shoulder, standing on all fours. “At first. Pinkie needs to take it slow, I think.”

“Bull!” she shouted, her mouth suddenly full of hot dick. Pinkie and Dash both groan, smiles on both faces. Dash looks up and takes your hand, licking your thumb and making you depress her tongue. You buck your hips hard as her eyes weld shut, a tense squeak escaping her throat as Twilight sinks her hips in.

Everyone is humping in circular motions, all moaning, all touching and groping and sucking and stroking, skin growing wet as a beast with four backs stirs the sheets. Dash cums first, in under a minute, bucking back to blow all over Pinkie’s big boobs, both Twilight and the twitchy Dash slump down to lick it up, Twilight still deep, deep inside with her magic strapon-thing. You pant and buck harder, Pinkie giggling, a proud smile on her face, both girls sucking her tits and sharing Dash’s hot load, six thick pumps all over that soft, pale skin.

You watch and keep up the pace, rapidly injecting yourself deep inside Pinkie’s soft, tight pussy. You go to the limit, your dick already throbbing painfully hard and pumping cum out. Twilight sits up rapidly and makes her mouth the perfect wide target. She beams as her face is streaked, the first hard shot arcing over her and splashing down her back, you see. Most of the rest shoots out into her mouth, this shot quite a bit diminished. The load is thick as honey, and voluminous as any you’ve ever shot, a whole ten fat ropes. Pinkie sits up as Dash lays still, sucking air. The two coherent girls messily kiss, one of Pinkie’s hands tugging on Dash’s still stiff cock. You rest against the wall and watch the two get messy. This shit was unreal, like a real life porno.

“Time,” Pinkie blurted, not spilling a drop as she fed Twilight some hot cum via a long, slow drop from her thick lips. It was hot enough to make your spent cock ache painfully. You process her word and glance at the clock. It was five til showtime. No rush, the set was gonna be good.

You rest and watch, Rainbow sliding next to you, her limp cock pulsing and throbbing back to rigidness. She sighs as Pinkie lets Twilight have all the cum and lays her head in Dash’s lap, making her dick disappear in her warm, wet mouth.

Twilight giggles and winks at you, showing off her mouthful. She opens wide and lets the creamy, spitty white sauce slide down the back of her throat with a loud gulp. She giggles again and sticks her “clean” tongue out, blushing, sliding back behind Pinkie’s lifted ass.

Pinkie squeaked as that magic dildo sank into her, but her groans deepened as Twi found a quick, deep rhythm. “Big enough?” she asked, to which Pinkie nodded vigorously, whimpering some, mumbling something like “fo fick!”.

You laugh and roll to your feet, your upper thighs a bit sore from slapping hips so much. You hobble to the bathroom and relax as Twilight and Dash fill the bus with their moans. You lean forward and just groan, thoroughly sore. You wash up your hands and crotch, dry off, and pick your clothes out of the mess. Dash is getting the ride of her life, Pinkie bouncing reverse cowgirl as Twilight lays near comatose next to them, trembling some. Pinkie just couldn’t quit.

You watch, wearing what you’ll be in on stage: a set of reflective striped baggy pants, a tight shirt, flashy shades, and your cock out. For now it’s fine. Twilight looks up, she’s laying closer to the door, and smiles. Her eyes linger on your dick as she rubs her reddened vulva gingerly, Dash arching her back and throwing her hips skyward, head lashing left and right against the sheets as Pinkie gets injected with another cumload.

“Ah, Dashie! So fucking deep,” she sighed, panting, looking over her shoulder before laying back over the smaller girl. She cradles her face, smiling, Dash panting over her shoulder, both sweating some. “Feel good?” she asked. Dash only smiled and nodded.

Pinkie squirmed some, but didn’t get up or shift too much. “I’ll be out in about ten minutes, Axel!” Pinkie perked, smiling to you. “Um, how many more loads does Dash have, Twilight?”

“Uh,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I would say two or three.”

“Make that five,” she giggled, wincing as her nipples were pinched hard by the indignant pilot girl.

“No rush, girls,” you say, reaching over the tall princess to squeeze one of Pinkie’s huge tits. Seriously, they had to be some insane cup size only seen on the internet. So perky, too. “Ah, fuck, Pinkie, how are you doing?”

She lifted her hips up and let Dash’s member fall out of her pussy, half limp and covered in white cum. The girl grunted as her cock throbbed to life. “I’m great,” she said, moaning, eyes crossing as her big ass fell into Dash’s hips. “I think the acid’s kicking in. It looks like Dash has a fat cock, and Twi’s sporting a glowing dick, too!.” She laughed and licked her friend’s cheek.

You smile and pant, your cock so spent and sore. “Here,” Twilight says, floating her little bag up to you. Where did that come from? you wonder. “Healing potions reload men in no time. If I know Pinkie, she’s gonna need more later tonight.”

You smile and take a look at the little purple bottle inside, the glass stopped with a rubber plug. You pull it out with a satisfying cliche “thoonk”, and give it a sniff. It’s rather neutral, but has a sweet odor. The label has a simple yellow cross with a pink heart in the center. You take a sip, then a gulp, the flavor almost non-existent. You wipe your lips and feel it slip into your stomach and settle. “You’ll be cumming huge loads in no time,” Twilight said with a wink. “I, um, my boyfriend and I use them pretty often when we have the time.” She was red in the face all over again.

“Total cumslut,” Pinkie giggles, gasping as she’s fingered roughly by the blushing princess. “Ah!”

“Not untrue,” she said lowly, standing at the side of the bed, slipping between Pinkie’s hips. “Wanna see if both our cocks will fit inside, Dash?” she asked, her tight, round butt pointing to you. She was pretty tall, almost as tall as you, but her hips were so wide and nice. You debate for a minute, but there was a shouting crowd outside. You realize you can hear because the door to the front has opened. You whip the bedroom door closed and your hard cock back into your pants, just in time.

Timponi was at the door. “Axel? You’re on!” she called out, then disappeared out. You jump a few times, throwing your head around, then run out, blood pumping still. Psy is by the concrete door way. He leads you back stage, stopping at the “green” room to let you in. You pop in to see Rarity eating AJ, both guys taking the metropolitain girl from behind.

You slip around them and grab a pipe, take one last drag of supergrass, then a pair of waters. The stage was just a door away. You give the manager type a thumbs up.

The crowd was murmuring. You make eye contact with a roadie, your good friend from this town, and smile. You give a wave and a deep, ominous bass just rumbles. So deep, near the edge of human hearing, and so loud. You pump your fist, ready to just run up and start jumping, start mixing, start playing!

The bass pulses like a big, lumbering heart, but quickens. It grows into a hummingbird’s beating wings, then, the pulses grow into their own pitch, low, but rising. The pitch ascends slowly into a perfect concert C, the electronic tone slowly accompanied by a recording of an orchestra tuning up. You take the stairs slowly one at a time as the cellos and violas and violins and basses and horns all warm up, spotlight on you.

The light’s heat was nothing new. What was, was the crowd. A literal ocean of people. Flesh, shoulder to shoulder, was visible in the late twilight. You breathe hard, your recently drained sack giving you a bit of confidence, but not enough. You just pant, chest rising and falling, looking over these people, these fans, these partiers. They’re chanting, singing, screaming!

You reach up and hit the spacebar of your computer on instinct, the C exploding into a nasty minor chord, the bass turned up past eleven. You bang your head, and the first real note drops. A rapid, complex melody sings forth, electronic in nature, an arpeggio mimicking the first hard chord.

The bass follows in six time, the intro leading into a beat with four that matches often enough. You throw your horns up, beaming to a screaming crowd. You bang your head and check the setlist, modding the sounds to come. The first song was always ad lib, nothing rehearsed, you do your best on the fly. The melody might be familiar, stolen, er, borrorwed from a long-dead composer. But the beat is yours. You use a tried and true polymeter, a treble four with bass six.

The crowd was nuts! So much movement in the strobes, the rainbow lights showed girls and guys grinding, dancing, jumping throwing each other, surfing, leaning, bumping, shoving, exploding! You roll your head and fuck with the mix, bring the bass down and the treble up for one fourth beat, dropping the bass back on them like a hammer.

This was it. You blasted hard, pumping out beats in quick succession, giving the newcomers something to limp about and the vets something to scream about. You jump and find a new sound to mix in, changing things up soon, building a beat to come, making the shotgun blast to the face change into more of a party than a punishment.

“WOOOOOO!!!” someone shouts as the lights strobe, illuminating the crowd. You see a blue and pink eyesore, bouncing, it’s Pinkie with her makeup redone! She’s too far to really see, but her face is either cum-soaked again or you’re seeing things.

The colorful mixboard moves with you, the jovial beat making people shout and jump, the major sounds uplifting. You relent, the volume easing, letting everyone catch their breath after five minutes of a real rave. You never talk at your shows, but you do use the text to speech.

“What’s up bitches?” a robot asks, making the crowd go wild as text mirrors onto the screens all around. You smile, a camera showing your face on one of the screens. “Damn, he’s sexy. I bet he has a big dick.” The robot voice repeats every word.

The music stops at last, the crowd exploding. “What up, Ponyville?” another shout. “Guess who’s back?”

“Back again!” a sound clip plays. “Guess who’s back,- DJ A, HERE TO MELT FACE AND FREEBASE!”

The crowd shouted and clapped, murmuring as you let things calm down for a bit. “How fuckin awesome were those fuckers on first? lol” The text makes a stupid noise, trying to read the text, but it sounds hilarious enough. The white screen looks like a grid, sprinkled with swaths of pink and blue and green. You pant out, smiling. Acid took a few hours to kick in, right? This was just the LCD screen. Or something. Shit, weed did this sort of thing, didn’t it?

You smile and bob your head. “Let’s get down to business.”

You play a simple melody on the two-scale keyboard “bum bum bummmmm bu-bummmm!”

You play another melody, a weedly little tone that rises and falls on a mostly major scale. A tap of a button repeats it in perfect time as you play another, like a canon, a minor haunting the first, which also repeats with the same button press. You bump the bass in a rhythm and make that repeat, too, building a weird, hard little song. You play a track that goes with it that only the oldest, most hardcore fans would recognize.

The bass is booming and fast, super dancy. You smile and move with the music, the lights a sight to behold. Rainbow flashes streak up and down from the light bars overhead. Not bad for a first showing. You concentrate some and look to the laptop and cue up the new song. About time to actually let the music you’ve written play instead of just making crap up on the fly, as fun as that is.

You make the beat grow and grow, higher and harder, until a steep cliff edge comes- and the new song crashes through, like falling into the ground from a butte. You headbang some, throwing up your horns, the crowd going wild as lights strobe with the music. You move to the side and fuck with the controls for the lights, leaving most on auto synched with the signals also sent to the monitors and speakers. You tap the biggest bank on the off beats, which are silent, and watch Pinkie bounce around, illuminated in the flashes in the front row.

Toying with the lights, making them shine off an on, sweeping with random colors, it passes the song, which was an incredible hit. The slow part was exactly what Timponi said it’d be: a pit stop. The next song was the single everyone knew, so you’d get a chance to catch your own breath. This wasn’t really too hard, but god, it was exhausting sometimes. Today was one of those times, likely because you had been doing plenty of sweating, your body recovering.

You take a step back and just bob your head, looking over the crowd. The lights made flesh sort of swim together like a kaleidoscope. Maybe the acid’s kicking in. You think back, realizing with a smirk you’ve never done it before. Shrooms a few times, your light body weight in weed, too much booze, a pill here and there. This is incredible! The colors and sounds are so fluid, but the beat is still driving, solid as concrete, maybe not fully set. You nod and take a deep, deep breath, holding it in, smelling sweat and heat and the tinge of smoke that wafted up from the crowd. You smile and breathe out, the song dropping out to nothing but a single guitar being plucked staccato, the drunken recording of yourself in a hotel bathroom years ago. Who would have thought a random melody you don’t remember playing would earn you your gold record?

You laugh as the crowd screams, they’re just going nuts! You step around your booth and stand on the edge of the stage, girls reaching up to touch your toes and ankles, Pinkie screaming at your feet. You smile and hold you arms out, making the crowd erupt again. You feel the bass pulse, a dull thud, a hammer dropped in dirt is what you remember thinking of mixing this song up.

As the seventeenth beat falls, you fall forward, landing in an upstretched puddle of hands, your body hitting the crowd as a sweeping melody screeches out, electronic and green. You beam and roll onto your back, surfing with a few others, a hand pushing up on your ass. It’s Pinkie’s you see when you look down, getting yourself ferried around in a circle back toward the stage. You reach out as you get to the security railing and pull Pinkie with you, a middle aged lunch lady looking woman letting her up with you. You share your shades with her as you give the crowd two thumbs up. Pinkie screams with joy at you and skips alongside as you walk back to the booth to scratch.

She lays a wet kiss on your lips, making the crowd go wild with a sophomoric “oooooooh!” Her lips taste super sweet, like the major chords bouncing around in your head. You reach out, pink unicorns dancing in your eyes. They looked so real!

“I’m tripping so good right now!” she shouted in your ear. You smile at her and nod vigorously, sworn to an unsworn vow of silence on stage. It was just a thing you supposed you did.

You pull open the text to speech thing on the monitor, letting the crowd see. “Pinkie’s the craziest party girl in Ponyville!” You laugh as the robot reads what you wrote in a little break of the music, Pinkie responds with shaking her head back and forth, tongue out. She was a bit of a celebrity, you knew, so hopefully the crowd appreciated that. Some seemed to.

You show her the controls and she picks up without a word, mixing in bass bumps and everything. She had done this before. The sliders and buttons looked like pink chocolate, if that was possible. You realize the spotlight was now neon hot pink, much like Pinkie’s inner self. You smile and laugh with her, looking at her impossible body. Huge tits, little waist, wide hips, round ass, sexy lips, bouncy hair, her smile infectious.

She makes the set just fly by, and the crowd is never still. You let her do things, but you run the show like you normally do. You are forced to kiss her once or twice, tasting the vodka on her tongue. You smile and suck on her lip during the finale, a huge, hard, trance that lasted nearly a minute, strobes flashing rapidly at full intensity, everything super bright pink, a deafening major chord squashing the hill near eleven at night.

You come up for air, your vision cut off as every light goes out, save your laptop. Fireworks blew off behind the hill, bright pink and blue and yellow, of course. It’s always pink. The flowers in the sky bloom, followed by their bang. In the darkness and sore cries, you reach over and grip Pinkie’s big, thick ass, shoving your tongue down her throat. She whined, gripping the collar of your shirt, melting. She was so hot, smelling of sweat, her body impossibly warm, her fresh breath was addicting. You groan in her lips, her huge tits pushing into your torso as you lean back.

Quickly, you lean over and type into the laptop, hoping the speakers still were up. You really regret not planning out this set. “Peace out, bitches.”

The robot spoke out well, making Pinkie chortle. “Come on! What do you wanna do?!” she shouted under the shouting in the semidarkness.

You kiss her briefly one more time. “Piss break, then the encore, duh,” you say, leading her to the green room. Psy was hanging out, a beer in his hand.

“Killed it!” he said, holding the door open for you. “No encore?” he asked.

“Five minutes,” you say, slamming the door shut, beelining over a sleeping girl to the bathroom. You pull your zipper down at supersonic speeds, whipping your warm, stiff dick out, Pinkie appearing to hold it again. As usual, your cock is rigid as steel and throbbing from the set. You’re not sure how you didn’t cum. Definitely had something to do with all the sex beforehand. You groan out deeply as you let it all go, a clear stream hitting the water with force. “Gaaaaaah, I needed to race like a piss horse.”

Pinkie laughed at that, her warm, slightly wet hand milking out the last drops after the stream slowed to a drip. She washed her hands and sat down on the toilet seat lid, pulling her top down. You groan, her boobs bare and glowing, shimmering like the ocean at sunset. You rub your eyes, but they’re really glowing, emitting a holy beacon. You let her lean in and lick the head, her chin obscuring the light just a bit.

You blink as she bobs her head, moaning, taking a glance from the tiny bathroom to the girl on the floor by the sofa. It wasn’t AJ or her friend, Rainy something. She had pink panties under her skirt, you could see, and long boots, sexy legs, too. Pinkie, however, was throating you, gagging and everything. “Gah, fuck! Pinkie, I need to rail you right fucking now!”

She spits out rigid member out and leans up, her shining boobs wrapping around your cock. The head disappears into her cleavage. She dips her shoulders down, the head coming free as the underside slid against her hot skin. It was unbearable! You smile, the tip glowing, now, too, realizing that the shininess was glitter. Maybe? You laugh and buck your hips, Pinkie pushing her huge boobs together and rocking herself up and down, stroking you with her wet skin. She pants and looks up, smiling, begging with that dense, slutty makeup and hungry look.

“You’re balls are so pent up after Twi’s second potion, aren’t they?” she asked, her sweet little voice deceivingly dark. She coaxes you, pursing her lips, working mostly the sensitive underside and head, working to milk you. You know she doesn’t want you to groan and bang on the walls in pleasure, she wants you to fire cum on her face.

The army of zombies outside is shouting, something, “peepee?” You laugh and moan out, panting, your cock twitching. The pressure builds as the noise grows just a little more articulate.

“Pinkie?” you moan, looking to her vivid, vibrant, glowing blue eyes in the dingy little cement room. “They’re rooting for you baby. They want you to get me off, come on, don’t let them all down. Work those huge tits, Pinkie, you’re so fucking hot.” She was blushing, her long tongue out of her mouth, dripping saliva onto your head every few thrusts. “Come on, push tighter, milk that staff like you want your cum.”

She whined, smiling a watery smile, wrapping her thick blue lips around the head. She moaned, bobbing her head and chest, fucking your big cock with her fat tits, making you throw your head back. So close, you’ve been holding out, but this was far too much. “Gah! YES!” You shout out and push her head back, watching the hot white spill onto her juicy tongue. Sixteen, it seemed impossible, but sixteen huge hard ropes pumped out over her little face. She flinched after the first few, but took her facial with pride. All but one rope hit her tongue. “Fuck yes, you look SO fucking hot!”

She beams, sitting up, swallowing aloud. The crowd cheered as you help her to her feet, pulling her shirt up, spit stains all over her cleavage. You force yourself to piss in the john one last time, letting out only a little. You wash up quick after her as Pinkie rests, panting, moaning, rubbing herself under her little skirt. “We’re gonna stay up all night at my place, smoke weed, you’re going to take a dozen potions and fuck me raw and facialize me a hundred times, okay baby?” she blurted in your ear, hugging her hot body to yours.

You nod and kiss her cheek, getting yourself covered in glitter. “Sounds like a plan, Pinkie,” you reply, pinching her butt. You tuck your half spent dick back into your pants, making sure you were assembled. You take a step to the door, stopping when Pinkie bends over in front of you, analyzing the comatose girl. “Trixie?”

The blue-haired woman stirs, looking like she had too much to drink. “You okay?” you ask, putting a finger under her nose to see if she was breathing. She swats your hand away and pulls herself onto her elbows, then moans and falls back down.

“I’m fine,” she murmured, groaning deep. “Vod-kuuuuugh.” Pinkie pouts, then brings over a bucket. She fishes a little black capsule from a bag in her skirt pocket, she had skirt pockets.

“Charcoal pill, soaks the booze right up in an hour,” she said, patting Trixie on the head. What a name. How did she get in here?

You think about that for half a second as you’re lead by the hand to the stage again, head still reeling from the orgasm. The shouts are louder out here, despite the several minutes of time. Pinkie hops out first, hands up, huge tits jiggling on the jumbotron. The crowd went wild. You laugh and follow, flashing horns in either hand, and a second wave came over the crowd. You step behind Pinkie at the booth and select your biggest party hit, then, after boosting the bass slider, you hit play.

The noise was like a bomb. You bang your head and pretend to touch something as Pinkie dances next to you, hips bumping in the quick, dancey time, a super catchy melody on the electronic line. You just let it go, dancing with her, jumping up and down and banging your head.

Pinkie’s top just magically stayed on, it looked impossible, but her H cups never spilled out, despite how easy it was just a few minutes ago. You leave her at the conn as you dive one more time into the sea of sweaty people, surfing with a great big smile on your face. The rush was intense, the awkward feeling of hands all over your back isn’t hard to ignore as you look around at all the people around you. They’re as varied as an after school special. Some tall, some short, some guys, some girls, some tough to tell the difference, and skin tones from every shade. You ride the human wave back towards the stage, falling once.

You hop to your feet and dance with the crowd, the camera on Pinkie mixing on stage, trippy visuals on all the other screens showing art of the same deco theme as the album cover. She takes the melody and scratches it into something new, something wild and fun. You dance with strangers for a shortwhile, just enjoying the song. It was a desperate one, you remember, writing in the passenger seat of a salvaged little beater car, gas station noodles in your belly and dirt weed in your blunts, back then.

Someone smacks your ass, it’s Rainbow! You smile and grab her hand, she brings herself in for a close hug. You can smell your soap on her, she must have cleaned up. Even point blank, it’s too loud to talk, so you smile and dance with her and Twilight, her boyfriend there, too. She’s beaming as her feet sort of, kinda, well, they’re moving. Calling this dancing would be like calling a demolition derby a grand prix.

You get yanked on by the arm and land lips-first into a girl, it’s AJ, her blonde hair all hanging in your face. You grab her butt, then just as soon as you taste her tongue in your mouth, a girl you’ve never met yanks you away to lick the roof of her mouth, whiskey strong enough on her breath to make you gag. Her ass is super sized, so are her tits, her mauve hair a mess. She and AJ lift you up and nearly toss you onto the stage, a few souls help ferry your body back to the fence. The security people step aside and you jump up, rolling onto the stage.

You hold up your arms, pointer and ring fingers extended on both hands.

The music ends, and the computer voice speaks again: “PONYVILLE IS THE PARTY CAPITAL OF EQUESTRIA!” You take a deep breath before the shouts sing too loud.

“THANK YOU PONYVILLE!” It’s the first words, you think, you’ve ever uttered yourself on stage.

Everyone is screaming, as loud as they can. You smile as one spotlight highlights you, beaming, you don’t know where your glasses are. The white light glows pink, like everyone’s clothes, you see them jump and shake and shout wearily.

Everyone quiets slowly. The coliseum's parking lights come on and some radio rock starts playing. You find a hand on your chest, it’s Pinkie, grinning wide at you. She takes your hand and guides you out of your stupor back through the alleyways and secret tunnels. You laugh at the polo shirt guy, he’s changed into a pink set of pants and drinking pink beer.

Pinkie’s little skirt hugs her big, round ass tight, she was so juicy and thick. You groan as your cock stirs again in your pants, finding Pinkie’s body suddenly snug against yours as she stops suddenly. You reach around and cup her tummy, looking at what she is. Outside is the bus, just as before, the night sky a dull blueish pink, and the halogen lights blaring orange-pink as well.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Pinkie looks up, craning her neck, her hair in both your faces. She uses one hand to pull her awry bangs out of the way. “We should get a cab!” she said, smiling. “I got a lift here, and I don’t know if any of our girls are good to drive. Definitely not me or RD, and I smoked with AJ and Twilight just before your set.”

You kiss her forehead and nod. “Yeah! We should-”

“Need a lift?” polo shirt guy said from behind. You turn and see him, phone in hand. “Cab is waiting outside. How about hotel?”

Pinkie gasped. “No one plans parties better than me!” She giggled and winked at him, making you unreasonably jealous. “Thanks, Psy! You’re the best concert manager guy, ever!”

“It’s in the contract! See you Monday, Pinkie!”

“If I don’t get to go, tell your daughter happy birthday for me, won’tcha?” Pinkie giggled and led you out the back, waving goodbye.

“Thanks, dude, see ya!” You wave, too, feeling so happy. Everything was just so great, now.

The cab driver was a good friend of Pinkie’s too. The car was yellowish pink, but the dice were flamingo. You kiss Pinkie the second she tells him where to go. Your hands lift her skirt and touch her hot thigh, it lifts over your hip. She flexes her leg and makes your thigh touch her little pussy, you can feel how hot she is.

Just as your hand moved over her nipple and her tongue into your mouth, the car stops. “We’re here,” he says. “I’ll charge ya Tuesday when I pick up my cannolis,” he said.

“Sure can do, mister Trotter, sir!” She bounced out of the cab, her porchlight pink. You fish out a twenty and drop it in the front seat.

“Not a cleanup fee, I swear,” is all you say, joining Pinkie in the race inside.

She wins, leading you through the residential back of Sugarcube Corner. You see the more open foyer area with the high ceiling, just about the size of half a basketball court. That's where you played here, last time.

You’re lead away through some dark rooms and doors, the shadows a soft pink. Pinkie stops on the stairs suddenly, butt out, catching your face. She laughs and sits her weight back before bouncing to skip up the stairs. “Gotcha!”

You laugh the rest of the way up to her bedroom, smiling, feeling her warmth linger on your face. Down the hall, a light shines from under a door, and you think you can hear a mature woman moaning and screaming, a headboard banging.

You can see her room closer, though. It’s bathed in a pink light, she must have gotten a special bulb. She clicks on the bedside lamp. It’s pink. Everything was pink. You close the pink door behind you and look around the room. She had a king sized bed, naturally, more room to roll around in. The large bedroom was semi-ovular, with square corners where her bed was. The high ceiling was new, wasn’t it? Probably not. You swear you were here, last time, maybe she rearranged things. The walls are covered in boy band or metal group posters, some crayon pictures, some crayon on the paint itself. You smile and just drink in the candy-themes, the plush pinkness that was her room.

Pinkie was bent over, wow, what a view… She was humming in the quiet, and you realize that all you can hear is your own heartbeat, her humming, and a deep ringing from your inner ear. You smile in the post show bliss that always was, fingers shaking as you hold up your hands.

“Ah-ha!” Pinkie says, pulling out a briefcase from under her bed. “My good girlfriend Zecora made these! Super potent male potency potions! Not that you need them.” She lifted the old case onto the bed as you held her from behind, hands holding her jugs. “One dozen. Made to refill and rejuvenate, and I helped make them palatable. Before, they tasted like rotten lawn trimmings and metal shavings. Now, they’re just lawn trimming flavored!” She giggled and sighed, biting her lip as you groped her firmly. “Ah, jk, they taste like, sorta, watery, nothing too strong. Or so she said.”

“No sprinkles?” you tease, a dryness manifesting itself in your throat. Finally, she unclasped the case, your lips sucking at he tender neck. The bottles in the old black case were shaped like the cliche, orby bottoms with a straight stem, each corked with an actual cork, volume something like one cup each. “Warning,” she read aloud on the label of one. “Drink a half gallon of water between potions, do not have lazy notions. Drink no more than two portions an hour, or your groin will feel no power. If erection lasts longer than a quarter day, have another roll in the hay. Huh. This might actually be a turn on if the rhymes weren’t so forced.”

You laugh and take one, swirling the pink liquid around. “Does this look pink to you?” you ask, setting it down in the case, then hopping up onto her huge bed.

Pinkie giggles and shakes her head. “Everything’s kinda purply for me. Good to know you’re tripping, too. I feel like the music’s still playing! Ah, Axel, I wanna ride you to the beat!”

She hopped onto her bed and kicked her little sneakers off, then her socks. You get between her legs and spread them extra wide, thighs making a straight line, knee to knee. You kiss her cleavage and inhale her body, so sweet and warm, a little sweaty. You kiss down and stroke her thighs, squeezing her flesh, finding the lips of skin there super wet and hot, even on the outside.

You shimmy out of your pants and groan, taking your sore cock out and teasing her clit. “God, how many times have you made me jizz today?”

Pinkie sits up and puts a hand on your collar, making you stop as she stares up with those pink-blue eyes. “Drink one, first,” she said, her other hand lifting a potion up.

You take the cold glass in hand and swirl the mixture around, your mouth trying to water. “Ah, I’m sorta thirsty, too. Maybe we should get something to drink, maybe put some music on.”

She smiled brightly and closed her legs, slipping to the floor, a whole head shorter than you. “Speakers by the bed, bluetooth, you can figure it out. I’ll break out the sleepover supplies!”

How was that not surprising? You can hear a faint panting, muffled cries of “yes! On my face!”. Hopefully they sent the babies away. You open your phone to the wireless settings and figure the sync out easily, putting on something groovy and bassy, not too loud; the kids were down the hall, maybe. A short eruption of sound emanates from all around you. A quick look shows that the stuffed animals around the place conceal speakers. They look nice, and offer no lack of bass.

You turn and lean towards the bed, starting to squat down to hop up, when Pinkie appears in full pink pajamas. Sweats and a new top, the girl came in carrying two great big pink bags. “Here!” she said, laying things out, sitting down criss-cross applesauce. “Water bottles, vodka, powdered“ pink ”lemonade packs, chocolate, salty snacks, rubbers, movies, personal fingertip vibes, regular dildos, animal dildos, dragon dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, marshmallows, graham crackers, even though I don’t have a fireplace, movies, lube, lotion, brushes, extra PJ’s, whipped cream, sleep masks, ear plugs, nail polish, facial mask, files, toe spacers, lady products, a little E, a little hash oil, a little pipe, rolling papers, and most importantly, my favorite little plushie pony!” She held the little pink horse up for you to inspect and surely approve. It was painfully cute, about a foot tall. She let you hold it.

You blink, shake your head, and look at the spread. You bob your head to the beat and hook a thumb in your underwear, kicking your shoes and baggy pants off. “Ever prepared,” you comment, taking a sniff of the potion. You fix the cork and set the briefcase back on the floor, sitting with her. “I left my grass back at the amphitheater. You wanna drink some water and smoke a little of that oil?”

She giggled. “How about we have some chocolate instead?” she said, unwrapping a little piece segregated from the other package. This one was in foil, plain, unlabeled, unlike the storebought wrapper on the other. “I made it yesterday! It’s super good! Like, it’s not too rich, a little darker. The bitter cocoa kinda offsets the flavor of the weed butter!”

“Well, that takes a second to kick in,” you ponder, accepting the offered piece and popping it right in your mouth. She was right, this was super dark. But the hard flavor was offset by excessive amounts of butter. You let it melt and moan as your groin is gently massaged with her lips, through your boxers. “But I guess we have all night.”

She giggled. “Wash it down with the potion. I wanna watch the effects.” She cracked open a large water bottle as you uncorked the potion. You put the glass to your lips and look skyward, not thinking too much about the flavor as you slog it down. The aftertaste was neutral, but a bit sour. Then, an earthy, awful sensation grew in your throat, followed by a punch of extreme spice. “Ah! Oh, god, gimme that water!”

You steal it from Pinkie’s hand and gulp down big mouthfuls, feeling instantly relieved. You take a dozen more, the water incredibly delicious to your dry throat.

“Ah!” you let the busty, half naked girl have her half-empty water back and take your shirt off, then your boxers, making a little pile near the foot of the bed. “Come on up, Pinks,” you say, patting the bed, then hop on up. Your dick is throbbing and leaking before your butt hits the cool sheets.

“Wow!” she says, chewing four chocolate pieces. She sips some water and climbs on up expertly, her face near your groin. “That works fast!”

“Or you’re just that sexy,” you purr, rubbing your cock on her eager face. Kneeling over her, Pinkie’s eyes meet yours, she’s laying her chest on the bed. Hot precum dribbles out the head as that spent ache fades. You pant and grip her hair, a need growing in your core like your throat had demanded water. You lean your hips back and pinch Pinkie’s teasing tongue, making her open wide. You groan, slowly, shakily returning your hips forward, throbbing cock pushing into her big, pink and blue lips. You shift your knees wider and grip her face. She grips your thighs, stroking as you gently rock back and forth, getting your tool nice and wet. She warms you up quickly, moaning, bobbing her head now, incentive for you to speed up and increase the force.

“Ah!” You lean in, pushing her down, Pinkie’s happy eyes staring to you as you slowly lean in, filling her throat. She swallows, and your hand reaching down to wrap around her neck confirms she was deepthroating. You feel her throat on your head, a new, tighter sensation, like trying to fit a tractor trailer across a footbridge.

You pant out and lean back suddenly, letting her breath and spit all over your tool. “Hg-gak!” she gagged, lurching a little. Pinkie rolled onto her ass, and laid back, clutching a pillow behind her head. “So good! I want you in my pussy, baby,” she moaned, her puffy pussy lips looked so pink.

You smile and spread them, making her whimper, you thumb her clit and let her drape her ankles over your opposite shoulders, crossing her long, thick legs. You aim your cock to slide over her lips, teasingly, making her melt. She sucked three fingers deep into her mouth and made herself gag, drawing up tons of messy saliva. “Gah, you bring out the sluttiest part of me. Come on, fuck my little pussy!” She giggled and found a floppy pink dildo of a non-human shape, sucking it deep as she closed her eyes. You stare at that bulge in her throat, listening to her gag and giggle.

She pushes about a foot and a half of rubber down her gullet as you finally sink your head into her wet, tight lips, making her moan. An explosion of color pulses from her cute face, pinks and yellows and purples and blues, all soft and happy, like the music. You gently roll your hips back and forth in a fast rhythm, making her bounce. Pinkie’s back is arched high, her huge, nude tits hanging by either side of her chest, her massive breasts full of life. You reach down around her thick thighs as she pulls her toy free, slapping the messy tool on her face, makeup strewn everywhere. Lipstick and mascara on her cheeks just looked so great.

“You like the slutty look, don’t you?” she teased, rolling her hips knowingly. “Mmmm, come on, fuck my throat,” she sang, her cute little chirpy voice so vibrant and shiny. You smile and enjoy the waves and shapes of colors splashing from her thick blue lips.

She slips your four fingers into her mouth, you touch her throat, making her eyes flutter as you look down at her. She arches her back again and pulls on your wrist but you really can’t get any deeper. Her esophagus feels so hot and wet, the texture so weird. You feel your dick just pulsing as it rests all the way inside. You pull out and wipe your wet fingers on her other cheek, the girl gagging again and beaming, licking the silicone head.

You steal it and resume rocking your hips, your slimy hand slipping the toy down her whore throat. She clutches her pink curly mass and whines. No one was cuter. You make her gargle and gag as you really ram her pussy, till she grabs your wrist and pulls you free. She lurches and spits out excessive throat slime.

“Gah, fuck, I’m close-”

“My tits!” she slobbered. She spat all over her cleavage, so wet and pink. “It’s all wet, fuck my titties!” she giggled, spreading her thighs, releasing you from her spellbindingly tight pussy.

You smile and suck a deep breath, pulling out and straddling her hourglass figure. You groan as those huge, juicy, slippery boobs wrap around your throbbing, leaking dick, also soaking wet. You rock your hips and fuck her breasts quickly, making her jiggle and giggle. “Oh, yes!” she sighs. “Ooooh, yeah, this is like, the hottest fucking thing!”

You grin and give her more to smile about, holding her mouth open with a thumb on her tongue. “You want that magic cumshot?”

She nodded, whimpering.

“Need my hot, slimy cum all over that cute face?”

Again, almost violently, moaning, praying for it.

The pressure was there, as those slick hands gripped her fat tits so hard, that hot flesh spilled between her fingers, engulfing you easily. She was so incredibly hot and wet, you find yourself shivering instead of humping quickly. You lean down and stick two thumbs in her full lips, holding that loud mouth open wide. Her tongue falls out naturally.

Her screams of pleasure are almost as loud as your grunts of dominance. Hot sperm pumps out, but it’s not the natural watery white. It’s thick, like heavy mucus, landing forcefully in ropes thicker than a pencil on her face. She shrieks as thick, gooey semen splatters all over her tongue, face, nose, cheek, bangs, neck, cleavage, and your thumbs. Ten, eleven, and a last, lazy twelfth rope pump out with incredible pleasure, making you tremble and slump down, panting.

“W-woauh,” Pinkie moaned. “Waf wah awawing!” You smile and let go of her face, the flesh of her cheeks had white marks where your hands were. You swallow and look at the devastation. She breathed deep and rapidly, her huge chest heaving, covered, not splattered, with hot cum.

“Axel,” she breathes, smiling, holding onto your knees. “That… so hot…”

You can’t do much more than breathe and stare. Your vision is extra neon pink at the edges, and you slump to lay at her side, your throat bone dry. You look at the girl tasting your pink cum, savoring it with her tongue and thick lips, smiling weakly, her big tits looked so shiny in the mild light. You reach over and cup one on the underside, trying to stay somewhat clean.

You swallow again, wincing in pain, as your throat is steel wool. You slowly sit up and stroke your spent, fully soft cock, amazed again at the sheer volume. “Pih-” you croak. “Water,” you whisper aloud, hopping to your wobbly feet, meandering to the bathroom. You clutch the sink and rinse your hands, then dip your lips under the tap of the pink sink. You gulp down the most deliciously refreshing room temperature water you’ve ever had the blessing of savoring. After a quick leak, you find Pinkie sitting in bed.

“Figured you’d need to drink some more water,” she said, smiling, still soaked in layers of hot cum. “How do you feel?”

“Fucking amazing, Pinkie,” you say, laying at her side again. She cuddles close, entering the role of little spoon. She mops more slimy cum up onto her fingers and licks them clean as you toss her long, curly hair around out of your face. “When can I drink the next potion?” you ask, racking your brain to remember. It had been an eventful night.

She stirred, looking up, her eyes a little glued shut. “Mmm, an hour? I forget,” she stretched, lifting her arms high above her head, turning to rest her sticky face in your chest. “I’m sore and sleepy,” she complained, but you don’t mind. How could you? Those juicy boobs are against your side, her sloppy sleepy face is too adorable.

“You done for now?” you ask, stroking her hair.

She moves her head side to side, getting your whole chest messy. “Just, pause for a sec. Your dick is like, the perfect size, not too big, definitely not too small. But I still get a little sore when your ram it deep inside me, ah, I’m getting myself horny again!”

You laugh with her as she winces, stroking her outer lips. You look down her pink body and see your dick resting, looking like a breakfast sausage. It’s neither soft nor hard, it lays plump on your thigh. Pinkie massages your sore balls, and you begin to understand her situation. Marathon sex was more than a cardio workout. You flex your thighs, ass, abs, chest, arms, they’re all aching.

After about thirty minutes of sweaty cuddling in the pinkness, Pinkie hops up and holds her head in her hand. “Ah, sat up too fast. Come on, let’s get some water and rinse off.”

You follow into the cute little blue-pink bathroom and accept the glass of water. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asks, sitting on the toilet. “Or are you into this sort of thing? Not judging.”

You let her giggle and go, really none to turned off by a little call of nature. “Not at all, to both questions,” you reply, filling your third glass. “You don’t mind me using the toilet, too?”

“Not at all,” she repeats. Pinkie gets up and washes her hands, that milky skin so soft and so tempting. You switch places and remain standing, letting her watch the pink stream flow from your limp cock. Before a second passes, though, her wet hand finds your penis and holds it, aiming for you. She giggles and circles the pink water, growing darker, stroking your side as she hugs you. “Is it weird that this is kinda hot?” she asks candidly. You decline to answer, simply, cupping her butt, giving her a hard squeeze.

You let her shake out the last drops, and she rinses her hands again.

“Bath or shower sex?” she asks simply, turning the hot tap to full blast and sitting on the edge. “Cuz, I was feeling super dirty after that concert. Maybe we should shower, then once we’re clean, we can soak in the tub!”

“Sure,” you reply, looking back to her bed. “Wanna grab some bath toys?” you ask, smirking. “Ya know, maybe another potion, or some beers, or-”

“Dildos!” She laughed at her own exclamation, you find yourself laughing too. “Oh, or maybe a butt plug. Mmm, I have a vibrating one. Oooh, I’m so doing that. Mind the boat!”

With that she skipped past, literally, slapping your butt on the way. You watch her flesh jiggle and sit on the edge of the tub, your cock stirring again. You start the hot tap and plug the drain. She bent over, wiggling her butt, and fished around in a drawer near her bed. She casually tossed a rainbow of pink dildos onto her bed and sorted them. You smile back as she walks towards you, arms full.

“This is for you,” she said, offering the second fertility potion. You take it as she holds the cork. With a deep breath, you down it quickly and exhale, mouth wide, grimacing. “And I’ve got this for me!” she said, holding up a purple-pink toy with a wide base, a narrow neck, and a mean looking bulb. The cone tip was contoured convexly for easy entry. “Should have fresh batteries. Oh, and they’re all watertight, I don’t fuck around when it comes to sex toys.”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

She explodes into laughter, falling into your arms. You kiss her deep, making her moan as she sucks on your tongue. Pinkie breaks away and sits in the hot water, wincing. “Ah! That’s a bit hot,” she squatted and adjusted the temp. You step in and splash the ankle deep water around the old, spacious tub. The porcelain bucket was on four little feet of brass, with a shower curtain hanging down from a fashioned rod, as if an afterthought.

You hold Pinkie in your lap as she slurps on her clean little toy, dropping three others into the tub, only one was shaped “normal”.. You kiss and suck on her little neck, playing with her big titties, splashing pink water over her and rinsing away the cum and grime. She moans and stops your invading hand as you reach south, pouting. “I’m horny but sore,” she sighs, resting her head on your shoulder. “Mmm, but there’s always the back door, if you’re really horny.”

She giggles and turns, grabbing some pink, perhaps actually pink, bottle of soap from the ledge. She lathers up your chest with the gel and massages it in, rubbing your shoulders, arms, even laughing with you as she gets the pits. Pinkie splashes around your hips and waist, then finally, lathers up your unsubmerged cockhead as it defiantly stands in the rising hot water. You smile and relax as her hands go under to cup and clean your balls. She spends a great deal of time, nearly flooding her room when the water fills up surprisingly fast. She laughs and turns it off, her smile complete.

“Oh, think those brownies are kicking in,” she giggles, smiling wide. “Mmm, my body is all tingly, oh! Ooooh, put it in me… gently!” She hops into your lap and gingerly lowers her hips. “Come on, nice, ah!” she squeaks as she sat on it, sinking down slowly all the way. You kiss her lips and pull on her ass, making her come up, then let her fall down again. Slowly, you slip your tongue in your mouth and fuck her, trying not to splash too much. It’s a futile effort and you end up getting water all over the floor. Pinkie didn’t care, the tiled green-pink floor was getting soaked like her pussy.

You bite her neck and grab the soap, lathering up her back. You clean her arms and shoulders and spend about five minutes molesting her giant, perky, tits. The big, juicy flesh mounds are just too good. You hold them up and feel her body below. She’s surprisingly muscular, surely from all the activity she enjoys.

As you wash her naughty parts, she squeaks and makes your fingers sink between her cheeks. “Gotta get clean everywhere,” she said, breathing hard over your forehead. You gently, firmly rub her spread lips, but of course you know where she’s leading you. With plenty of soap, you freshen up her little back door, teasing her with a finger. She grunts softly and sits tall.

“Come on, I’m getting pruny,” she moans in your ear. “Let’s get dry and you can give me a nice glass of cum.” She seemed serious, for once. You kick the drain plug out with your heel and help her up from below. You dry off with a big fluffy pink towel, helping Pinkie do the same.

Squeaky clean, Pinkie reached into the tub where she had dropped her toys and shook the moisture off. “You’d be surprised. Water is actually pretty terrible lube. Skin is sorta opposite rubber. Not too frictiony when dry, but super frictiony when wet. Except with lube, of course, but you knew that.” She giggled and stepped back to the bed, kneeling on her little sprawled out sleepover kit. She bent at the hips and found her lube. You kneel behind her and know exactly what she wants. You grab her big butt and take the toy with the other hand. She passes the lube next, and with both hands you hold the items. Slowly, you drizzle some clean jelly onto her asshole, making her squeak cutely. You rub it in, making her bend over further and moan out. You prod her little clean pink door with a finger and it, after a little force, pops in past the knuckle.

The girl groaned deep, shivering, her little pucker squeezing tight. You pop in and out, excruciatingly slowly. “Ah, that’s it, we got alllll night,” she sighed, laying her face on the sheet, messing up her neat arrangements. You pull on her muscle some, making her anus spread some. You find two fingers are within possibility, and once she relaxes, three. Her breathing was fast, and leaning back reveals she’s wet again. You hold her ass open just a finger’s width and squeeze some more jelly inside, making her shoulderblades rise together, her arms going straight below as her whole body tenses up. She shrieks: “COLD!” Her shivers melt into a giggle as you rub that chilly gel into her inner walls. Your cock is rigid, you’ve barely noticed, your heart fluttering with nervous excitement. You prod her hole, still containing two fingertips, with that wide little toy.

At a crawl, you do a switch, letting the first inch, depth and width, of the toy replace your fingertips. She looks back over her shoulder, biting her thick lip, moaning out. “Ah, you got it, I’ll relax more for you.” Pinkie looked forward again, spreading her knees apart and taking a deep, lung filling breath. She sighed and lowered her shoulders back to the floor, seeming to melt. The resistance vanished as well, and the light pressure from your palm on the base was enough to let the silicone toy slide in three inches, just another three from popping in past the crown.

The work was quick and easy, she was looser now that she relaxed. Progressing with wet bobs, you slide the toy bit by bit inside her, your free hand cupping and massaging your balls as they hang lower and fuller. You swallow, feeling a sandy desert in your throat, your head weary. With a smile, you let the widest section pop in, making her yelp and moan.

“I think I’m in heaven,” she sighed. “Oh wait, no I’m not. Turn it on!”

You do, and the girl all but falls apart like a cartoon robot missing one key rivet. Her body trembles to the soft hum of vibration. She picks herself up and stumbles to the bed as you quickly uncap the water bottle and chug half of it down. The grey you never noticed on the edge of your vision melts away, her room glowing bright. You pin Pinkie to her bed and lick her neck, making her moan out again. “Ah, I c-can’t feel my hips,” she giggled, spreading her thighs wide. You get under them and hoist them up with a barbell curl, letting her big butt sink on your hips. You rub her pussy with your cock, your body on fire.

You stand tall on your knees and hold her up with one arm, the other hand aiming your cock down to penetrate her puffy red-pink pussy. “Wa-hmmf!” Pinkie pants into her crossed arms, her tits squished to the bed, her hips in the air in your arms. You lower her down, groaning out hard with her as you sink in her hot pussy.

“Ah! Fuck, you’re so wet!” You bend over some and grit your teeth, smiling wide, lifting and lowering her sexy body like that gym rat. You breathe hard and buck your hips once your biceps burn too deep. You feel the music rapidly pulsing deep in your heart, your balls swing under your thighs as you drive into her from below. That sexy ass bounces, the headboard bangs on the wall, but you feel only the most intense euphoria.

Pinkie wails out, wetness glushes out and soaks your swinging balls. You drop her hips on your thighs, hands on her ass, impaling her deep, making that juicy butt ride your hips as you buck and roll them back and forth, her front still on the bed. “That’s it, fuck yes, I’m getting close, Pinkie. You’re so fucking hot.” You spank her big ass and grab it, looking at the black buttplug vibrating along. You touch the button again, the vibration doubles and rewards your ears instantly with a high scream of delight. You lay back and hump up, making her body bounce. “That’s it! Fuck!”

You press the button again, making the third light come in on the circular base, the speed higher than ever. Pinkie just continues moaning and whimpering a little higher pitch, her wide hips trembling and bucking spasmodically. You’re not much different, barely able to find any sort of rhythm. You can even feel the vibrating, quite a sensation.

At last, you buck and push her up and roll the girl on her side, holding her thick leg in the air. You hold it tight like a lever and buck down into her, making those juicy tits bounce. The best part, though, was looking in her hot blue-pink eyes. They were intense, fixed on you, mouth open and drooling a bit. You slow to a smooth deep pace, hand slapping the sheet next to her head, bracing yourself as you let her leg fall, leaving the two of you in a missionary position.

“Where do you want it, baby,” you whisper in her face, sucking her bottom lip and shoving your tongue in her mouth.

Pinkie grasps your face and smiles, panting hard, smiling ear to ear as she holds you a tongue away. “I, I can’t, thi-ing… cum… Ax, nyah! Ah!” Her eyes cross as you sink deep inside, her body trembling, the vibration strong enough to make your underbarrel go half numb. You pant in her face, content to share breath, lips touching, open. You suck air with her for a long while, just leaving your cock in the orgasming girl, finding the sensations on your hard cock mind blowing. You roll your hips forward, sighing in her face, feeling your pressure build so rapidly. You push harder, grunting, your bone just barely all the way inside her, filling the living orgasm. You close your eyes and bite her neck, sucking hard, your dick swelling up from the base. You concentrate and flex, pumping it all out deep in her in a barely controlled way. You grunt and pant in her ear, filling her up, your dick so suddenly sore, spent, tired, exhausted.

You fall to rest on her and pull your pulsing, spitting cock out to rest on her belly, grunting as you unload it all. You click the button on the vibe, and it shuts off, just like Pinkie. She twitches mildly, like the cymbal ringing after a hard crash. But her body, hot and damp and stuffed and spent, too, finds a deep rest rapidly. You climb fully on the bed and holder her tight. You close your eyes, her breath on your ear, yours on hers, and see the pink, letting it take you, deep bass taking your spent body off into a dream state.