Take it. Take it all you naughty filly.

Oh my, I’m kind of being too assertive again. This' my Pinkie Pie, not me.

So? I’m free, Pinkie is helping me.

But, I don’t want to hurt her too bad.

But she likes it. She’s asking for it, you’re just doing what she wants.

Yes, I am. I’m a big filly now. I have a marefriend. However…

Remember what Iron Will taught you; don’t be a pushover, not even to yourself.

But, what if I go too far?

You apologize, I penalize.

Ouch! I bit my tongue a little too hard, that time.

“Flutters, I’m done. Please.”

Look at her, loving every push of my foreleg into her body. A bite on her puffy lips and she’ll squeak for me. “That’s my little mousie.”

She’s done, I did my job. I’m a good filly- mare!

My turn.

I need it. I need the release, I need it.

“Pinkie,” I’m gonna lick my way up her body. She likes it when I do that. And she smells so yummy.

Then I’m going to put my dirty tongue in her mouth.

Her tongue’s fighting me back, but I’m going to win. She’s my Pinkie Winkie, mine.

Her cheeks are so soft between my hooves, she’s still shaking from what I did. That smile, it’s so warm.

She’s nodding? She wants me to do it here? Now?

I’m gonna sit up and show her I mean business.

Oh my, what did I just do?

I raised my hoof and brought it down at a heavy arc, right across her muzzle, the sound is like bucking an apple tree. She squealed like a little piggly wiggly for me. She loves it. She loves me for doing it.

Her kiss is so much hotter now. Her legs are all over me, I can hardly control myself. I feel so, animalistic.

Oh my, she’s got a little swelling on her cheek. I hope she's, no. I know she's okay. And that's good, I’ll show her what it’s like to live my life.

“You’re such a bad girl, I’m gonna punish you.” That look of hungry fear in her eyes, that’s what he saw in me. Only, I know she likes it; wants it. I'm the boss. With her I’m free.

Free of my past. No hiding, no secrets, no shyness. Flutter Storm is alive again, with Pinkie Pie my heart is finally open. And my gift to her, is the pain she never gets to feel. And yes, what she does to me makes me feel good. Better than I have in years.

She’s not going to be able to do this right if I let her get up. I have to keep on top and make it happen the right way. Oh my, they’re all looking at me. M-maybe…

Maybes are for babies!

Let them look at us.

Not one of them is going to stop me from being with the mare I love.

Look at them, looking at us. I’m going to take what I want and look ‘em in the eye.

Eyes, blue sparkling eyes full of care for me. She’ll keep me safe and help me.

“Pinkie, you know I love you and don’t really mean to hurt you, right?”

I really do love her, and I'll do anything to keep her.

“I know silly filly, this’ fun and, you know, I like it when it hurts, like, umm, oh! Like when a bug bites you and it itches for a day. You’re my itch.”

Oh, those blue, honest eyes. Her soft pink lips. Her warm, wet, flat tongue. The swelling in her cheek is going away already, that’s good. She’s a fast healer. The things she wants me to do sometimes worry me, though.

Look there.

Oh my.

The cuddlers are going faster watching us, they’re hard things slapping inside each other, bouncing around. Horrible things. Bad things. I hate stallions thingies. I only want Pinkie. Soon, she’ll do whatever she wants to me.

I’m almost confident enough. I almost am through the wall that is my fear. The fear is almost gone, thanks to my Pinkie.

And look at them.

Applejack and Rainbow are looking at us, worried, oh dear. Maybe I’m being too assertive again. What if they hate me for what I’m doing to Pinkie. For acting so mean and hitting her. But, Rainbow hasn’t stopped grinding her hips into AJ. The squishy sounds and the smell of apples in the air.

She’s enjoying this. They all are. This isn’t about me.

Stop being so selfish, Fluttersh- Flutter Storm. Tomorrow will be a better day.

With Pinkie by me, I can do anything. Like let her make me feel warm fuzzies.

All I have to do is get up and flap my wings, landing with my aching pussy on her face. She knows what to do. She’s… “Yeah,” I’m moaning loudly, “that’s it,” I might not last as long as before.

Her forelegs are holding my hips, “AH! Oh my,” she’s making circles on my cutie mark again. I feel her hot breath on my rump hole, every huff from her snout blowing on my tail root. Her tongue is in me, just a little bit at at time. She’s so kind to me.

“You’re a good little mousie, keep going and I’ll give you a tasty treat.”

Tail. I see her tail, right there. It’s mine. I just let myself fall until my face is against her again and, “Mmm,” I let my tongue glide along the entirety of her slit. I love to nibble her nipples.

Oh, that’s right. She likes it when I bite a little too hard. Maybe I’ll just…

“Eek!”

“Sorry, Pinkie. You like it, right?”

Pulling my rump away from her slightly is a great punishment. She whines like the sad puppy she is. “Drink your juice and don’t make trouble.”

I grab her tail and yank. There’s the stretchy sound, her legs are trembling. She loves this. Time to bite the next nipple, she yelped again, twisting her hips in pleasure. She likes this, right?

Oh dear, what’m I doing? I’m hurting her. She’s my Pinkie, she’d be so upset with me if I really hurt her. No, now I’m being a pushover to myself. I’m trying to block myself. “No. I rock!” I’m gonna look between our bodies, I want to see her enjoying my gift to her. “Yes. Please, right there. It feels so nice.”

Her pace is picking up. I feel like such a naughty filly again. Only now, I’m the boss.

She’s licking my spot. The special spot so deep inside me, inside my body that only her tongue can reach. I have to taste her, wrap my legs around her flanks and taste the cotton candy. Her soft fur against my muzzle.

The scent of my Pinkie’s aroma isn’t musty at all. Sweet flower honey laced with cotton candy and a hint of mint. She likes to stay so fresh for me.

Oh my, oh dear! It’s happening.

The sounds of mating all around me. Like two ravenous dogs the cuddlers are going at it.

Like a pair of fighting cats, grunting and hissing, Dash and AJ are mating so furiously.

I feel it, my tail is twitching. My wings are opening, can’t keep them closed. Don’t want to and my feathers are bristling. My legs are squeezing her head between them. Her tongue knows my secret spot. “Oh yeah, taste it all. I’m orgasming for you, my Pinkie. Taste my cupcake, frost it!” Oh, I felt my back crack between my flared wings; I sound like Mr. Bear.

“Ugh, that was great, Pinkie-Winkie. Hehe, you’re winking at me still.”

It felt so good. Like every time.

I have to twist my body away from her. She won’t stop licking me if I don’t get away, then it starts to feel too good.

My legs are all trembly.

The cuddlers are going so fast, Muddy’s so deep, I see his balls slapping against Davenport’s rump. And they’re doing it belly to belly, wow!

Davenport is starting to cum. It’s spurting between them, so sticky and white. I can’t look away, it’s fascinating how they do it. And horrible too.

But, I’m still happy they’re happy.

I always moan when Pinkie nuzzles me. She’s laying on my barrel, watching the cuddlers go at it with me.

What’s happening tonight? I don’t even kiss in public yet. And now I’m mating with my Pinkie right here?

Muddy’s grinning and thrusting as hard as he could into Davenport, grunting. A lot of grunting. Oh my, no, don’t remember. Don’t think about what happened back then, it’s in the past and Pinkie is now. Fluttershy is going away, I hope. Watch them, Flutter Storm. Never again. That’s never happening again.

I’d rather watch my friends.

“Oh my,” I was weeping again, like after every time, but the good kind. It’s weird watching my fellow element bearers making love.

Their legs wrapped around each other, a tail holding up AJ and Rainbow’s wings are straight out. The look on her face is cute, like she’s about to sneeze.

Oh, OH! That’s what she looks like when…

So sleepy and Pinkie is so comfortable. Such a nice cuddler; just need to close my eyes, just for a minute. Then I’ll ask what’s happening.

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