Chapter 144

Soft, warm lips, sticky with sugar, pressed against mine. A sweet-tasting and very lively tongue slithered inside my mouth, swirling around mine in perpetual circles while a barrier of silky, pink locks of hair surrounded us, doing a modest job of blocking out the intense red light.

Smooth, hot skin pressed against mine, my chest pressed beneath a pair soft, heavy orbs as I reached around the small of her back to pull her against me, feeling my fingers sink into her flesh. Only a thin layer of padding hid the woman beneath; as I ran my hands along her figure, it easy to find her ribs, muscles, hips, and spine, all hidden neatly away under that layer of pink fluff.

Even with a tad extra covering certain spots, like her hips, thighs or backside, I enjoyed exploring the party-girl’s body very much. She looked, felt and smelled delicious, and I found myself wanting to kiss and taste every inch of her.

It was as if Pinkie Pie read my mind at the very moment, for she withdrew her tongue and let her lips slide along my cheeks, brushing my stubble with the lollipop stem as she planted a row kisses up to my temple, leaving a stamp of sticky saliva to mark each one. She continued to climb, much to my delight, her breasts dragging their way up my chest and over my collarbones, and then brushing my cheeks as she let them dangle over me, placing my face between them.

I reached up and buried my face in that deep valley to kiss her chest, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her against me, inviting her to grind the crotch of those jean shorts against my stomach, eager to feel the spread of heat from her womanhood across my skin.

She placed her hands on the mattress and lifted herself next, tempting me with an erect nipple by letting it hang just above my mouth, which I accepted with much fervor. After wrapping my lips around that throbbing bud, I drew more of her breast into my mouth and drilled the tip of her nipple with my tongue before circling her areola, smothering my face with the rest of that pink mass while the weight of the other breast warmed my shoulder.

I didn’t know why, but I half-expected to receive a mouthful of strawberry flavoured milk when I sucked that nipple. She looked so delicious, and with how full they were, along with her scent, my brain somehow convinced itself that this girl’s body was some sort of frozen treat dispenser. In reality, the treat was headed her way; my mouth had burned its way through her nerve endings and bored a hole in her mind to fill with delightful bliss, evidenced by the soft moans coming from above, and accompanied by the muffled rattle of the sucker against her teeth as she shifted it around her mouth.

With a final flick of my tongue, I released her nipple and bent my neck to kiss the crease that ran along the underside of her breast, making sure to leave my mark on every inch that’d gone unexplored thus far. Satisfied that I’d covered enough ground on that side, I switched to the other breast and wrapped my lips around that nipple to begin again.

As I sank my face into that soft orb to teased her nipple with my tongue, I slid my hands down from the bare skin of Pinkie’s back and ran them over the tight denim that covered her backside to squeeze her cheeks, gauging its size relative to the other girls.

While more expansive, its shape and feel inside that tight garment was enticing, especially how it gyrated with each thrust as she ground herself against me. Her motions were exciting, and I felt invited to slide my hand inward to reach down between her legs from behind, cupping her womanhood and then squeezing it gently while I traced that tender areola with my tongue.

The sensation caused a shudder to ring through Pinkie’s curvaceous frame, and a soft moan escaped her lips, her breath flowing past that thin, white lollipop stick. She bit the corner of her mouth and looked down at me, using one hand to flip her hair over to one side for a clearer view of what I was doing.

After teasing her nipple to a sufficient hardness, I let it slip out to chill in a coating of saliva as I peppered the rest of that voluminous, pink tit with kisses as I rubbed the crotch of her shorts with my fingertips.

She slid downward suddenly, panting hot breath against my face. Her breasts came to rest on my collarbones, wetting my skin with her nipples as my hands returned to her love handles, no longer able to reach around to her womanhood.

“You like that?” I asked, after receiving a wet, sugary kiss.

“Mmm…” Pinkie closed her eyes and pressed her warm self against me from hip to shoulder, her body trembling with eagerness. “Yeaahhh,” she replied, opening her eyes to gaze into mine. “Do you like my tig ol’ bitteesh?”

“Oh…” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Amazing, Pinks. You are fucking beautiful.”

Pinkie smiled at this, and she shifted the sucker to the other side of her mouth, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Sho? What now? You want me to shuck your cock again?”

“Ooh…” I curled my toes in response to the tingle that shot through my body. “That’s sounds tempting, but…”

Pinkie squealed playfully when I rolled her off of me and then climbed above her, pinning her shoulders to the bed while she giggled with excitement.

“I think it’s my turn to return the favour to you now.”

Pinkie’s eyes widened when I said this, but then they closed when I leaned down and buried by face in her neck, caressing that soft, pink skin with my lips. Exhaling deeply, the party-girl tilted her head back and hummed blissfully; her skin became riddled with goosebumps, electrified by my kisses.

I made my way down next, running my lips over her collarbones and then over her left breast —which, like the other, had been flattened ever-so-slightly by gravity— pausing briefly to nip at that erect bud before continuing downward, licking the underside of her breast as I went.

Pinkie shivered when I tickled her belly with my lips, a soft chuckle coming from her throat as I made my way down and kissed a circle around her navel and then poked it with my tongue.

Below that was the slight bulge where she’d squeezed herself into those shorts. I could never understand the pickiness of some people when it came to women’s bodies; I personally found the party-girl’s little belly to be extremely cute, and I was good and ready to get her out of those shorts so I could see the rest of her.

After pulling the button through its hole, I pulled the zipper down and flipped the shorts open, revealing the lacy top of her low-cut panties of a light colour that was indeterminable under the red lights—which I would later find out were yellow. I hooked my fingers into her pockets to pull the shorts down, but found them to be rather stubborn.

“Jeez, Pinks,” I said, looking at how her thighs squeezed inwards where the shorts ended. “Tight enough shorts, or what?”

She lifted her head to look down at the garment. “Yeah… Sorry about that. They were a bit more snug than I remembered; I dunno what I was thinking when I decided to wear these.”

“That’s OK. Here…” Pinkie let out a yelp when I rolled her onto her front so I could hook my fingers over the top of her shorts to pull them down. I ended up shimmying them gradually, one side at a time, working them down over that plump derrière while leaving her panties in place.

She arched her hips, sticking her backside into the air to help me slip them free. Once they were past the bottoms of her cheeks, it was easy-going the rest of the way down. Once I’d slipped them over her shapely calves and bare feet, I tossed them aside and brought my attention to Pinkie’s backside.

Like the shorts, her panties were low-cut, allowing the crack of her butt to show above the top. The underwear itself was not a thong, but rather a thin layer of transparent lace that covered all but the very bottoms of her cheeks, which carried on into the thick smoothness of her thighs. Her crack was just barely visible through the lacy pattern that stretched across that round booty, tempting me to lean down for a closer look.

After planting a kiss on the small of her back, I drew my lips down her tailbone to let my tongue dip into the cleft that showed itself above the elastic of her panties, which I continued past, pressing my lips into the lacy valley in the center of her derrière. When I reached the laced border at the bottom, I planted some kisses on the base of her cheeks and along the crease where they met her thighs—until I caught a heady whiff from between her legs and became ravenous for more.

Reaching up, I took hold of the elastic, prompting Pinkie to lift her backside so I could yank her panties off with a swiftness that made her gasp, no doubt feeling a rush of cool air hitting her bare cheeks, and especially the moisture between her legs. She mumbled something under her breath as she turned onto her back again, eager to have a look at the party that’d been going on in this girl’s pants.

On her mound sported that same triangular patch of dark pink hair that I’d glimpsed in her parents’ kitchen all those months ago. Just below that, between her thighs was a pair of soft, thick lips, with red sparkles dancing along their shape as the flood lights reflected off the moisture that covered them.

Pinkie’s chest rose and fell, giving away the elation and anticipation she undoubtedly felt, showing her ladyhood off to me while receiving a gust of breath against it in return.

Inhaling deeply, I spied the peak of that tender hood protruding from between her labia as her scent washed through my senses, intense and pungent. “Hooh…” I bit my lip, feeling my manhood throb inside my pants, smearing the inside of my shorts with eagerness. “That smells like one hungry pussy.”

“Ohh…” Pinkie pressed the heel of her hand to her brow, clenching the sucker between her teeth. “I was so wet during that game, Goldie. You have NO idea. My undies have been soaked all night; I don’t think I’ve ever had my oven this preheated before.”

I hooked my hands under her knees to separate her thighs. “Well fuck, let’s not keep you waiting,” I replied as I watched her lips separate, revealing a glistening hood and a pair of minoras that were a tad stubbier than the other girls’, but looked lovely and delicious nonetheless. Even under the blazing red lights, I could see that Pinkie Pie was the same shade through and through; that same soft pink inside as well as out.

I turned slightly to plant my lips on the inside of her thigh, working my way toward her core until I reached the spot where her thigh met her body. A familiar slickness coated my lips on the last kiss, and after licking them off, the desire to taste more of it took over. I closed my lips around one of her labia and sucked the juice from it, following with a lick to that one first, and then the other.

Next, I placed my tongue at the base of her crease, letting my tongue dip into the entrance to her depths before licking the entire length of her crease—over that delicate hood and all the way to the top. That curvy, pink figure shivered with delight when the sensation washed over her, causing her to moan softly as she pursed her lips tightly around the sucker stick.

Her nectar was smooth and mild, carrying that creamy, slightly metallic flavour that many of the other girls shared, albeit each with their own specific hue; while it was something of an obvious assumption that Pinkie’s love of sugar would have made her fluids taste sweet, in reality, that’s apparently not how things work.

After swallowing the slick musk I’d swept onto my tongue, I placed a thumb next to her hood and drew it upward to expose her clit. Leaning down, I closed my lips around it and gently sucked it into my mouth, flicking that sensitive little button with my tongue.

Pinkie’s figure arched in response, her thighs shaking against my shoulders as I sent thrilling jolts of pleasure up her spine, her teeth clamped tightly on that stick. A soft moan resonated from her throat when I released her from my lips and began to circle her clit with my tongue; I was struck by the sound of her voice, which, at this low volume, sounded remarkably similar to Fluttershy’s.

She twitched randomly, her body acting on its own to signal its enjoyment, which gave me the incentive to bring my other hand into play. As I continued to tease her clit, I brought my index and middle fingers up just below my chin and placed them between her folds, sliding them into the soaking wet inferno beyond.

If there was such a thing as liquid fire, Pinkie would have been full of it. The soft squeeze of her interior surrounding my fingers felt wonderful, and it caused my erection to twitch with need after discovering how warm and tight it was in there.

“Mmm…” Pinkie’s curves began to writhe with delight when I curled my fingers toward her front wall and stroked gently, my tongue continuing its assault on her buzzing, swollen clit. Holding the stick tight between her lips, she reached down to cup her breasts and roll them around on her chest, squeezing them together, groping them and pinching her throbbing nipples as the pressure began to build from within, preparing her for release.

“Ahh…” Her lips parted, letting the lollipop stem fall into the corner of her mouth. “Goldie… I…” The approach of a climax could be felt rising in her loins, but she was too enthralled by the sensations to announce it to me.

Her breathing signalled its arrival instead; rather than coming out in a loud shriek like one would have expected from Pinkie Pie, however, she instead held her breath and trembled, letting her insides do the talking by clamping down on my fingers like a vice. She released her breath a moment later and continued to pant deeply, her body melting into the mattress as she rode the orgasm to its finish.

I withdrew my fingers once she’d relaxed completely. Then I placed a smooch on her soaking wet crease. I crawled over her, kissing her belly first before looking past her breasts to her face, noticing her brow covered in a layer of perspiration, glittering red under the hot lights.

“How’d that go?” I asked, smirking at the euphoric expression she was donning.

Pinkie’s eyes opened and dropped in search of me, and she quickly reached down to cup my face in her palms, pulling me towards her. “Come here,” she panted, pulling me into a kiss while her hands went back down to claw frantically at my belt. Our lips separated with a sticky smack, and she huffed her breath into my mouth while I let my forehead rest on hers. “I need you to fuck me,” she whispered over the jingling of my belt coming undone. “Right now.”

“OK, OK…” I replied, reaching down with one hand to help her. Once undone, I reached behind me to slip my pants off, along with my shorts, kicking them off the side of the bed once they were past my feet.

“Ohh…” Pinkie gasped with hunger when she saw my length bob into view. She promptly reached down to wrap her chubby digits around it, squeezing out a bead of clear fluid that ran down over her thumb. “Mmm…” She bit her lip when she felt the warmth hit her hand, and she released me to let it drip from her knuckle onto her slit.

She brought her hand up to suck the juice from her thumb next, watching as I guided my length down to aim it at her entrance. The head, dribbling with webs of pre-ejaculate, touched down and pressed itself between those soft petals, her warmth and moisture soaking its swollen surface.

I brought my eyes up to meet Pinkie’s to see if she was ready; she said nothing, and I didn’t ask, but it was clear by her hungry gaze, her shallow breathing, and the way her hips tilted up to meet me, placing an added measure of pressure against my manhood. When I leaned down for a kiss, she quickly wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, hugging me tightly as my erection slipped into that moist, velvety heat.

I was stopped when my hips met her thighs, my length only reaching about two-thirds of the way into her. She broke the kiss in response, biting her lip as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me even closer until I pressed against her mound, sheathing my entire length inside her.

Pinkie gasped sharply when she felt herself penetrated to these depths, which gave a soft squeeze to the rigid mast that occupied them. “Wowww…” she panted, eyes wide.

I smirked and, intending to steal one more kiss before I began thrusting, brought my index finger up to move the lollipop stick to the corner of her mouth, like flipping a light switch. Then, after a quick smooch, I planted my knees into the mattress and steadied myself to begin giving Pinkie Pie the gears.

From there, it was off to the races for the party-girl and me. The bed swayed in time with our motions, a dull creak announcing each time I speared that gushing warmth; I would thrust, and Pinkie would reply with a gasp or a soft squawk.

Her arms and legs held me tight, but not so much to impede my movements. Her breasts sloshed up and down her chest, and I rather enjoyed watching them—which gave me incentive to fuck her even harder, much to Pinkie’s delight. Stabbing those sloppy, pink depths the way I was, it was no surprise that an orgasm crept up and pounced on the party-girl before long. That curvy frame of hers began to shiver beneath me, her hot interior squeezing down on my erection as she began to howl with ecstasy before quickly stifling it by slamming her lips against mine.

“Mm… mm… mmh!” Pinkie’s moans resonated through her sticky lips into mine, each one echoed by a wisp of air from her nose. She cupped my cheeks in her hands and broke the kiss to press our foreheads together, panting open-mouthed into mine as she relished the sensation of her flesh quivering around that deep, rigid girth.

Once her womanhood finally decided to relax, Pinkie’s eyes drifted shut and she let her head fall to the pillow, her arms flopping down beside her. Her breasts heaved with each breath. Her nethers had become smeared with arousal. The room, with its enticing red glow, had become balmy, and so her figure had become damp with perspiration, her skin sticking to mine after being in contact for more than a few seconds.

I leaned over her, pausing with my hips pressed between her thighs as I looked down at her, smirking smartly. “Now who’s moaning like a whore?”

Her eyes opened and focused on mine. “Jushhh… shouldn’t‘ve judged,” she panted, closing her mouth to swallow. “Rare-Bear’s… mmm… trooper.”

“She is,” I replied, noticing the sucker sitting in the back of her mouth as she panted with her lips parted, the stick poking from the corner of her mouth. “Here…” I plucked the candy from her mouth. “Gimme this before you end up choking or something,” I said, popping the sucker in my mouth.

Pinkie scowled, but then licked her lips and swallowed. “Was gonna… see if I could be on top anyway.”

I cocked my head. “Oh?”

She nodded. “Wanna ride it.”

“Hmm.” I tucked the lollipop into my cheek, noting its size had diminished slightly. “Well, who could shay no to that?”

“Not you,” Pinkie replied, placing a hand on my chest to signal me to roll onto my back.

My length slipped free of her soft grip when I rolled off to my left, turning over onto my back and then reaching up to spin the sucker in my mouth. I watched as that shapely figure, illuminated under that blazing red light, turned onto its side and swung a juicy-looking thigh across my hips, her plump breasts swaying beneath her as she climbed aboard, nipples brushing my chest as she straddled my hips to let her slit come to rest on my manhood.

After taking a moment to grind those soft, slippery folds against me, Pinkie hoisted her backside and reached down between us, her tongue poking from the corner of her mouth, eyes staring off into the headboard as she worked, her fingertips lining my length up with her entrance.

Those slick lips of hers pushed aside when she descended, letting me sink back into her tight, soft moisture, stopping only when her hot, heavy breasts came to rest on my chest and my manhood was hilted inside her. After releasing a soft moan, Pinkie leaned in for a quick smooch and then sat upright suddenly, displaying that shapely figure under the brilliant, red lights.

Much of her weight rested on my hips, driving me deep into her heat as she reached forward to lean on my chest with her hands, her breasts pressed together between her arms. Her eyes closed and her hips thrust forward, lips parted, breathing heavily; both Pinkie and I were hit with eye-rolling pleasure as the hot grip of her interior stroked my throbbing length, spreading more of her moisture between us.

I watched in silence as those round hips accelerated their actions, rolling the lollipop around my mouth as I brought my arms up to fold my hands behind my head. Fuck man, this is the life, I thought to myself, letting that tart flavour permeate my taste buds while the party-girl rode me like there was no tomorrow.

It was something of a delight to discover that Pinkie Pie was not the type of lover I expected her to be. I had always envisioned a lot more bouncing around and a lot of giggling, squealing, ticking and trying to stick things where they don’t belong; instead, Pinkie was passionate and affectionate—and surprisingly quiet. Not only did she say very little, her moans were soft and carried a tone of satisfaction and enjoyment, and the rest of the sounds she made were little more than heavy breathing.

How much of this was due to her mood as of late, I had no idea, but there was little interest in dwelling on it in the literal heat of the moment. I had only one pursuit right then: to take in the sight of that curvy figure gyrating on top of me.

Pinkie reminded me of a belly dancer, her hips oscillating in a circular motion to stroke my length from every angle, every inch of her depths becoming acquainted with my shape and size while she reached up with her hands to comb her fingers into her hair. She let her head tip back to whimper softly, her fingertips slipping from her hair to her shoulders, down over her collarbones and then over her breasts, letting her fingers dance over her erect nipples as they went, gently cupping the massive bulbs as her abdomen swayed with a steady rhythm.

I studied rolling curves while I laid there, enjoying the warm tingle of bliss that poured over me with each thrust—and I loved every second of it. I couldn’t get enough of those amazing breasts, especially when she lifted them in her hands, kneading them firmly and mindlessly; I adored that little paunch she sported, along with the subtle love handles and thick thighs that draped over my hips; being ridden by this lush, voluptuous woman was a lovely sight, and the feel of her warmth, her softness and het moist grip was enough to send any man straight to heaven.

Seeing all of this gave me the urge to explore Pinkie with my hands, and so I reached down to place them on her knees and slowly slide them upward, tracing the crease where her thighs met her hips before wrapping my fingers around her waist and squeezing gently. Despite being relatively narrow, I could feel the thin layer of padding under my grip; it so brilliantly accentuated the party-girl’s figure, giving her that allure that’d I’d being struggling to ignore ever since I first met her.

I worked my way upwards, feeling for her ribs under that warm fluff as I went until reached that epic bust of hers. I cupped my hands over them, marveling at how little coverage I could get with my fingers; there was so much mass separating my hands from her chest that her movements were absorbed, to the point where if I closed my eyes it would have felt like the giant tits I hung onto didn’t belong to the girl that was riding me, but were instead floating in the air, independent of the rest of her.

Pinkie grabbed my wrists and pressed my hands firmly into her bust, her eyelids squeezed tightly as she ground her womanhood against me, driving herself mad with pleasure. Then she dug her fingers under mine to peel my hands from her chest, lacing our hands together so she could lean on my arms to steady herself.

She clenched my hands with hers, panting wildly as her hips pounded relentlessly. It was then that I noticed her skin glistening with sweat, scarlet sparkles decorating her ample curves signified the level of effort she was putting in. Truth be told, the room had become rather stuffy, but Pinkie Pie didn’t seem to care; she was much more focused of satisfying the rapid tightening in her loins, eager to experience that wonderful explosion of bliss.

Her efforts did not go unrewarded. Quite suddenly, her body quivered, her hands squeezed mine, and she let out a ragged holler that would, without a doubt, have been audible out in the hallway—if anyone happened to be out there. Pinkie’s body quaked and shook, her interior pulsing around my erection, releasing even more of her nectar upon me.

When the orgasm ended, the party-girl released my hands and flopped forward, her breasts hitting my chest first, followed by her hot, soaked face burying itself in the crook of my neck. Her shoulders heaved with each breath, her heart pounded in her chest, and her skin was slick with perspiration, burning like an inferno.

I wrapped my arms around her, only to find a heavy patch of moisture on the small of her back, so I reached farther down to cup her backside instead. “Jeez, Pinks…”

She drew a deep breath to respond. “Hauughhh…” Then she turned to kiss my neck with a pair of sweaty lips.

“Are you finding it hot in here?”

“Uhh… I dunno. A little?”

“D’you wanna turn the regular lights on?”

“Mmmm…” She paused for a deep breath. “Prolly won’t help much; I think it’s cuz I’m having so much fun.”

“Heh…” I pulled away so I could take a good look at her, noting the random strands of hair stuck to her temples. “It did look like you were enjoying yourself there. It’s up to you, Pinks; if you get too hot, you just let me know.”

“K. I do need a break though… I think. You wanna drive for a bit?”

“Sure. How?”

“You wanna do me ‘woof-woof’ style?”

I let out a chuckle. “Whatever you want.”

The party-girl rose to her hands and knees, letting my erection fall with a quiet slap against my skin. She crawled sideways, her breasts swaying beneath her as she got into position beside me: face buried in the pillow with her backside pointed shamelessly into the air, ready to take another pounding.

I sat up and crawled down to approach Pinkie from behind, planting my knees on the mattress between her claves. I placed a hand on each of her cheeks and gave them a squeeze, marveling at that ample backside; sure, it was wider than the other girls’ rumps, but it was no less tempting aimed at me like this, spread wide and showcasing those glistening lips, along with the tight little asterisk living just above it.

I drew a breath and held my shaft by the base to hold it steady; aiming lower down, I stroked Pinkie’s hood with the head first, and then traced the length of her vulva until it was pressed between the folds at her entrance. I pressed forward gently, watching my swollen knob sink into the party-girl.

Once the ridge had disappeared inside her, I thrust forward the rest of the way. A muffled squeal of surprise came from the pillow, hidden under that mess of pink hair; evidently, Pinkie had been thrilled yet again by the hard invader. She hugged her pillow tightly, face buried as she prepared for another round of impalements, which she hoped would lead to another explosion.

Taking an orgasm from every angle was certainly not something Pinkie was about to scoff at, in fact it had become something of an unofficial goal of hers since the session began—the only problem now was thinking of new ways to take it.

A steady chorus of stifled cries played below the sharp, repeating smack of my hips colliding with her derrière; I watched, rolling that sweet sucker around inside my mouth as her cheeks jiggled with each impact, my hands holding those padded hips steady, beyond which a surprisingly narrow waist stretched onward, transitioning into her smooth shoulders to give her a flawlessly pronounced hourglass figure.

It wasn’t long before the slick warmth I was thrusting into began to constrict, and before I knew it, Pinkie Pie was cumming again, her teeth clamped tightly around the corner of that pillow as she cried for mercy. I shoved forward to bury my entire length into her, loving the feel of her interior pulsing around me; it was visible even from the outside, the flesh surrounding her entrance throbbed rhythmically, wrapped firmly around what little of my shaft was exposed.

By now, her skin glittered from head-to-toe. Drops of moisture ran down the shallow rut where her spine lived, and the small of her back was especially soaked, filling the room with the scent of salty perspiration mixed with the musk of female arousal. The aroma played strangely with the sweet fruitiness in my mouth, and I began to wonder if Pinkie Pie herself could be the next flavour of the month—what would she taste like as a sucker?

I took the sucker from my mouth and studied it for a moment, spinning it between my fingers to see all sides of it. Then I reached down and placed it on the small of her back, drawing a series of sticky, red swirls, mixing the sugary flavour with the moisture on her back.

Her breathing slowed as she no-doubt wondered what I was doing, and she turned her head to look back at me when I withdrew from her depths, backed up and leaned down to lick the warm, sticky patch from her skin. Admittedly, I didn’t know what to expect from this, but my curiosity needed to be sated, so I leaned down and brought my tongue out. Surprisingly, the combination of sweet and salty was more than palatable—rather interesting, in fact. Tasty, even.

“What are you doing?” she asked softly, trying to wipe away the wet hair that’d stuck to her face.

“Trying a new recipe,” I replied, before lapping up the last bit of sweetness I could find. “You won’t see this one on The Food Network.”

She giggled and bit her lip, watching me touch the lollipop to her skin again. I traced a line from the small of her back down to her butt-crack this time, then I followed it with my tongue, licking that shallow rut a short distance before moving over to plant a kiss in the center of her right cheek.

I stood on my knees next, holding the sucker out to offer it to Pinkie. She opened her mouth and took it, but then paused to furrow her brows at me. “Hm… shalty.”

“It’s not bad, actually,” I said as I gently raked my fingers down her back, making her shiver. “Though I think it’d be gross if it wasn’t you.”

“Maybe,” she replied, turning around to sit upright, legs crossed. “Hey, Goldie?” she asked, holding onto the lollipop stick with her fingers.

“Yeah?”

“D’you wanna fuck my boobsh?”

The question caught me off-guard, but in a good way. I blinked a few times, trying to hold down the excitement that rang through my midsection. “You, uh—“

“I just thought… you know,” she cut in, shrugging. “During the game, it… really seemed like you wanted to draw the ‘boobs’ card with me. You looked pretty disappointed both times when you didn’t.”

“Huh.” I scratched the back of my neck, looking up at the flood lights. “Was it that obvious?”

“Kinda, yeah. But… I’m not surprised; you seem to be a pretty big fan of them.”

My eyes dropped from the ceiling to the rack in question. They looked wonderful in that moment, moist with sweat and standing proudly on her chest just above her belly, which was bulging slightly due to the way she was sitting. I nodded, chewing my lip as I stared dreamily. “You read me like a book, Pinks.”

“Good!” She smiled and crawled to the side of the bed, swinging her feet down to stand on the floor, facing me. “Lay down on the edge, just like you did for the game,” she ordered, pointing to the same spot I’d spent part of the evening being edged to hell and back by four beautiful ladies.

Before moving to reclaim the infamous spot, I took a short moment to appreciate the party-girl's glowing-red figure; it was the first time I’d seen her standing, her ample hips swung to the left, that side bearing her weight. Her legs were shapely, her gleaming, buxom figure full of delicious curves, like the subtle paunch that rode above imaginary waistline just above her mound, adorned with that fuzzy triangle of hair just above the chubby cleft between her thighs; her breasts looked spectacular, riding proud on her chest with a deceptive weightlessness, nipples erect and pointing forward.

“Dammit, Pinks,” I said, wiping my mouth as I shifted forward to sit on the edge of the bed. “I knew you’d be hot, but it this is ridiculous.”

Pinkie glanced down at herself and then back at me with a modest and somewhat dubious smirk, the thin white stem of the sucker poking out from the corner of her mouth.

“It’s true!” I insisted as I laid back, letting my legs hang toward the floor.

She snorted softly and approached, dropping to her knees to position herself between my legs. “That’s super sweet of you to say; are you sure you’re not just saying it because of my love of sweet things?”

I folded my hands behind my head to keep it elevated slightly so I could watch her breasts come to rest on my abdomen. “Absolutely not. It’s got nothing to do whatsoever with what you’re about to do with those amazing tits.”

Pinkie cocked a brow, giving me a sideways look as she hooked a finger under my manhood to stand it up and put it against her chest, holding it in place with one finger while using the heel of her hand to press one of those soft mounds inward, followed by the other, wrapping my slick length with her smooth, moist flesh.

I swallowed, watching as my mast disappeared almost entirely between her cleavage, leaving only the very tip peeking out. Pinkie shook her head to fling some of the hair from her face and then bit her lip as she began to move upward, cupping her breasts with comparatively small-looking hands to press them together, nipples protruding from between her index and middle fingers.

As the tip of my length sank down out of sight, I was treated to a dose of gentle, but satisfying pleasure; the mixture of mine and Pinkie’s fluids that coated my erection, combined with the perspiration covering her skin allowed her breasts to glide along my shaft with a silky-smoothness that was almost beyond belief. When she came back down, her massive bust gently slapped my abdomen. A wave of peaceful sensation rang through me, which echoed again and again as she continued to bounce, stroking my rigidness with that soft, full flesh.

Despite how firmly she squeezed them together, the grip of her breasts was gentle and never too tight, and all that slick moisture allowed them to move freely, dousing me with hit after hit of warm sensation. If she kept this up for any length of time, it could easily finish me—which I knew wasn’t the objective of this session, but the idea of exploding between Pinkie’s breasts became more and more tempting each time they slid down my shaft.

Eventually, however, her movements slowed; her breathing became laboured as fatigue set in, which was exacerbated by the heat beating down from those red lights. She paused for a moment to take a breather, holding her bust together to keep me pinned between them. She let her head hang, huffing against my abdomen.

“Sorr… sorry,” she panted.

“You tired?”

She nodded. “It’s… kinda hot in here. Back… getting sore.”

I reached down and brushed a finger through her hair to clear it from her face, only to find it surprisingly damp. “We can stop if you want.”

Pinkie shook her head. “Don’t want to. This is fun.”

“Well, you might not have a choi—“ I paused for a moment when the wheels began to turn inside my head. “Here… get up,” I said, tapping her shoulder. “I’ll do it.”

“Huh?” she muttered, letting her breasts fall away as she leaned on the mattress to stand up.

I sat up and stood next to her, pointing at the floor beside the bed. “Kneel down there; I’ll drive.”

Pinkie’s brows shot up. “Oooh! OK!” She spun around and dropped to her knees, letting her feet go under the bed so she could lean against the mattress with her back. “Good idea, Goldie-Woldie,” she said as I approached and stood over her, bending my knees slightly to line my erection up with her breasts. I placed it between them and she squeezed them together for me, enveloping me in that soft warmth once again.

Not knowing where else to put them, placed my hands on her shoulders and began to thrust between those fluffly, pink boobs. The sensation returned quickly, her soft, smooth skin caressing my ridged length; the slickness of our juices drove me wild, as did her face as she stared at the ceiling, eyes closed, that thin white stick protruding from a subtle smile of contentment.

Pinkie clearly enjoyed having that stiff rod rammed between her tits. She memorized that distinctive shape as it slithered through again and again, stealing the occasional glance down to watch my head poke out of her cleavage. Inevitably, with her skin being slicked with perspiration, her grip faltered and one breast slipped downward, letting my manhood pop free. With a soft yelp, she looked down to reset herself, but was stopped when I took my hands from her shoulders.

“Here,” I said, making her look up at me, pausing. “You relax, I’ll hold them—if that’s OK.”

“Sure,” Pinkie replied, rolling the sucker around her mouth as she brought her arms back to rest them on the edge of the bed, stretched out to the sides.

Making sure my length was snug against her chest, I cradled Pinkie’s breasts in my hands and brought them together, hiding myself between them. “Just let me know if I’m squeezing too hard, K?”

“Mm-hm…” she said dreamily, pursing her lips around the lollipop stick.

It was a more vivid experience now, holding onto her breasts myself as I thrust between them. It made the reality of what we were doing more profound; squeezing those squishy, slippery orbs in my hands while I fucked them was an unbelievable turn-on, and it didn’t take long for the sensation to pick up where it left off: building that inevitable pressure down in my nethers, readying myself to unload all over the party-girl.

I wanted it so bad. After almost a year of pining over those big, pink tits, I’d finally gotten my chance to see them in all of their glory, but not only that, but to feel them wrapped around my manhood, pleasuring me into insanity. I could feel my juices loading up, ready to be jettisoned.

My length hardened and swelled. Pinkie must have felt it; there was no way she didn’t, having it jammed in her cleavage like this.

“Pinks…” I grunted, feeling the need to confess. “I’m gonna… I’m gettin close.”

Her eyes opened to look up at me. “Yeah?”

I nodded, eyes squeezed shut as I tried to suppress that buildup of tension. “I wanna do it like this.”

“Oh…” she paused for a moment. “Doesn’t it have to go… you know… inside… for me to turn?”

“Yeah.” I bit my lip. “We’ll do that… after; I promise. I just… I really need to cum between these tits, Pinks—I need it like you wouldn’t believe.”

She reached up to grip the stick between her fingers and glanced down at her bust and the rod that pistoned within it. “OK,” she said in a carefree tone, letting her head fall back to rest on the mattress. “Go for it, Goldie; you earned it. I’m sure you’ve got another one left in ya.”

Elated by her blessing, I shifted my thumbs to press her nipples like buttons as I picked up the pace, free to relieve myself all over the party-girl. It didn’t take long for that soft, smooth flesh to do the job, and before either of us knew it, it was already happening.

A rush of heat to the tip of my length led to that wonderful explosion of pleasure as the first rope squirted from her cleavage, landing on her Adam’s apple and running down between her collarbones. The second shot fired with far more energy, leaping high above Pinkie’s face before coming down and landing on her right cheek, causing her to flinch when she felt that liquid heat stretch from just below her eye to her jaw line.

She squealed with delight as several more shots sprouted from the throbbing mast between her breasts, showering her chest and bust with thick, stringy gobs of hot goo. Even more of it flooded her cleavage, creating a noisy schlopping sound as I continued to thrust, some of it oozing down between toward her stomach.

What a release! The sensation was delightful, the scene was a thing of beauty. The payload was impressive for her, and satisfying for me. At last, when the orgasm had reduced to sporadic little twitches, I slowly released Pinkie’s breasts and the two of us took a moment to appraise the situation.

Between those huge, pink bulbs was a smeared, glistening mess, her chest drizzled like a fancy dessert—along with the long thread on her face, which had caused her eyeliner to bleed slightly.

“Wow, that was a big nut, huh?” she giggled, pulling the sucker from her mouth to lean forward and close her lips around the head of my erection, sucking the excess cum from it. “Mmm…” she moaned as she let it slip out, causing me to shudder against the post-orgasmic bliss before smacking her lips noisily.

Pinkie glanced at the sucker next, which had shrunk noticeably since it was first unwrapped. “Hm… kinda good!” She licked her lips and faced me. “I think I’m gonna borrow your recipe and put my own spin on it,” she announced, lowering the sucker to her chest to dip it into a pool of cum, spinning it between her fingers to coat the entire thing with the glaze before bringing it up and popping it in her mouth.

“Mmm!” Her eyes widened as she sucked the candy free of its coating, enjoying the odd, but naughty combination of tastes. After removing the lollipop from her mouth to re-load it with a stream of cum that’d ran down and covered part of her nipple, she popped it back into her mouth for a second taste, looking down at herself as she used her fingers to spin the stick between her lips.

Though it was hard to see in the red light, Pinkie had become something of a mess: obviously her breasts had been slathered with a cross-hatch of white streaks, which were now beginning to dissolve and mix with her perspiration. Add to that the sticky streaks left behind by the sucker, which were present on more than just her chest; when she stood, she glanced back when she noticed the small of her back had stuck to her bed skirt when she felt it peel away.

“Hooh…” she sighed, stepping away from the bed in search of the white shirt she’d been wearing, the one with the big red heart on the front. I watched as she bent at the waist to pluck it from the floor, wondering if she realised how much she was exposing by doing so; a pair of fat, pink lips peeked out at me from between those plump thighs, topped perfectly by that round, ample backside.

I exhaled through pursed lips, rubbing my forehead. “Damn,” I whispered as she stood again and used the shirt to wipe herself off. She stood sideways, showing me her shapely profile as she wiped the thick rope from her face, followed by her chest, breasts and cleavage. I watched her breasts intently, marveling how they moved, squashed and jiggled under her touch—soft, full, and malleable.

“What a messh, Goldie-Woldie!” she giggled, shifting the sucker as she lifted one arm to make her breast rise so she could wipe under it. “It’s crazy to think that you shot this much inshide Fluttershy too; no wonder she’s such a horn-dog around you! Just the thought of it ish shuper hot—shpeaking of which…” Satisfied that her skin was decently clean, she rolled the shirt up and tossed it into the laundry bin in the corner before facing me with lidded eyes, one of them surrounded by a black cloud of ran mascara. “It’sh gonna be my turn now.”

I drew a breath and nodded, looking down at my half-erect self. “Yeah. Just, uh… I just need a minute.”

“No prob, Bob!” Pinkie bounced onto the bed and crawled to the center. She rolled over and faced me, spreading her thighs apart to expose her womanhood, her labia and the glistening folds within opening up like a flower. “You can watch me for a bit; I’m gonna put on a little show sho you can get ready fashter.”

“Oh?” I kneeled next to the bed and folded my arms on the edge. “Interest: piqued. What’ve you got for me, Pinks?”

Pinkie took the lollipop from her mouth and bit her lip, those baby blue eyes of hers locked with mine. “Oh, you’ll see…” she said softly as she pointed the sucker down and lowered her arm, placing the candy at the top of her vulva. “Watch closely.” She spoke softly and seductively, pursing her lips as she traced circles around her hood with that sugary, red ball, smearing its stickiness around to mix it with her arousal.

She closed her eyes and exhaled softly as she brought her other hand down, using her fingertips to peel her hood back to expose her clit, which she began to stroke with the sucker. “Mmm…” She hummed softly while I watched, using that hard, little ball of sugar to stroke that tingling button, licking her lips at the implication of not just using the lollipop to pleasure herself, but using the sweetness left behind to invite me in for a taste.

As the show went on, I let my cheek rest on my forearm, watching intently as Pinkie slid the sucker down to the lower end of her crease. First, she used it to trace the tips of those stubby little minoras, caressing them gently to infuse that sugary flavour before placing the sucker between them and then pushing it inside. The sight of that shiny, red ball disappearing inside her elicited a response down below, a sudden surge of blood that caused my manhood to shift, slowly inflating once again.

A soft moan came from Pinkie’s lips and her head fell back, eyes closed as she pumped the candy in an out, holding the stem between her fingertips. She withdrew it once, briefly, to stroke her clit once more before reaching down and plunging it back inside to pump herself with it.

Though it as nowhere near the size needed to get her off, Pinkie’s show certainly did as promised: my erection had returned, standing tall and proud, ready to take that lollipop’s place. Eventually, Pinkie stopped stroking and let go of the stick altogether, leaving it to protrude from between her folds; she brought her finger up and, with a seductive smirk, coaxed me onto the bed.

“Come get it.”

While this was a rather general term that could have meant several different things, I knew exactly what I was going to ‘come get.’ I crawled onto the bed and put my face between Pinkie’s thighs, my senses filling with her scent as I leaned close enough to feel her heat against my face, grabbing that thin, white stick between my teeth. I withdrew the treat from her depths, watching her folds close behind it before crawling upward and leaning in to offer it to her.

Pinkie opened her mouth and took it, closing her eyes as she tasted her juices mixed with the sugar. I crawled back down to take a sample straight from the source. When I dipped my tongue into her folds, I was surprised to find that it didn’t taste as sweet as expected. That delicious cherry syrup was detectable, however, and even if not as strong as the candy itself, it was still a treat to indulge in—it’s not everyday a man gets to eat a cherry flavored pussy!

Only Pinkie Pie could think of something like this, and she deserved a reward for it—which I gave in the form of a fluttering tongue and nibbling lips. After licking all the flavour I could find from her crease, I reached into her with my tongue, hoping to find even more. After burying my tongue in the party-girl’s depths, I was pleasantly surprised by how sweet she was inside; evidently, the candy had spent more time in here than I thought. Somehow, the combination of tastes worked, and it worked well.

As the flavour faded, it was replaced by the metallic hue of female arousal, and I gradually became eager to move on to the next thing. After one more lick to that tender, pink hood, I rose above Pinkie, leaning on the mattress with my fists.

She looked up at me —innocent as can be— and smiled. “Did you like that?” she asked with a soft giggle.

“I… loved that.”

Pinkie popped the sucker from her mouth. “You want some more?” She looked down at her left breast, circling her areola with the rapidly diminishing candy to sweeten it for me. Then she looked up at me and grinned.

I didn’t hesitate to come down and close my mouth around that hard, sweet nipple. I flicked and teased it with my tongue, causing her to bite her lip as I drew that supple flesh inside my mouth, licking the fruity flavour from her areola.

As soon as her breast popped out from between my lips, Pinkie placed a hand on the center of my chest to push me away. “Stand up,” she ordered, to which I complied. She shifted to the edge of the bed and sat, positioning herself in front of my erection. “I wanna try some,” she said as she held my shaft steady with one hand and then placed the lollipop against the tip, using it to smear the bead of pre-ejaculate around. She then traced the candy around the ridge, coating it with a thin, sticky glaze; she circled my head numerous times, making sure to cover it in a generous layer of cherry flavour.

Once she was satisfied with that, Pinkie leaned in and sealed her lips around the shaft, burying the entire head inside her mouth. She tilted her head back, cheeks collapsed by the suction as she drew back, letting her lips slip over the ridge and glide across my head, moaning softly when her taste buds filled with the combination of sweet cherry and pre-ejaculate.

The feel of that hot, sticky mouth sucking on my manhood brought me to full hardness. I paused, however —despite my desire to reclaim my hiding spot in the other end of her— to watch her lips reciprocate along my length for a moment longer, letting her clean the stickiness from me—along with a little extra juice for good measure.

In spite of my readiness, Pinkie Pie beat me to the next step by letting my length unexpectedly pop from her mouth before reaching up to wrap her arms around the back of my neck. Her soft, sticky breasts pressed against my chest as her wet lips slammed against mine, followed by her sweet tongue slipping into my mouth.

Her weight hung from my shoulders as she twisted to the side, and I took the cue to lie down on the bed with her attached to me. The second my back hit the mattress, Pinkie was upon me; her thighs straddled my hips, her belly and breasts pressing against my body as she continued to kiss me, her tongue wild, licking everywhere inside my mouth. Her hair hung around our faces, some of it damp, some not, spreading its faded fragrance of strawberries and cream, which, by this point was being overtaken by the smell of sex: sweat, female arousal and lingering traces of cum filled our senses and seemed to drive the party-girl wild with desire.

It wasn’t long before she hoisted her backside into the air and reached down to place my head between her folds. She let her weight bear down, pressing against my length with her entrance until I slipped inside that warm tightness, feeling a noticeable stickiness that hung in our fluids as her flesh re-enveloped my manhood.

Pinkie and I spent the next forty-five minutes connected at the hips; she rode for quite some time, stopping only when she was too tired and hot to continue—though she’d succeeded to achieve two orgasms during the ride, so she was rather thrilled about that.

Next, I took her from behind for a short time: first with her supported on her hands and knees, then she laid flat on her belly to let me slam her plump derrière with my hips while she screamed into her pillow. We rolled onto our sides to spoon next and I drilled her like that for a short time, reaching around to hold her breast while I slipped in and out of that sopping wet flesh, not stopping until she quivered and surrendered to another climax, during which a muffled crunch echoed from her jaw, followed soon after by her flicking the empty stick over the edge of the bed.

To my surprise, she insisted on being on top again. This time, though, she faced the other way and leaned forward, propping herself on my knees with her hands. This was fine by me; I rather enjoyed watching that ample backside bounce on my hips, my veiny staff visible between her cheeks each time she rose for the next thrust.

Unsurprisingly, she fatigued quickly, and flopped back on my chest, panting heavily, my face covered in her hair. I managed to slink out from under her and climb on top, slinging her legs over my shoulders as she reached up to hook her hands around the back of my neck, begging me to continue fucking her senseless.

I did exactly as Pinkie wished. After slipping my shaft deep between those soaking wet lips, I went to work on her, pounding every inch of her depths with hard, full-length thrusts. Her breasts wobbled up and down her chest like a pair of jell-o desserts, and being folded like this with her knees hooked over my shoulders made her belly bulge rather cutely.

She howled incessantly, so much so that I almost felt bad about the sounds she was making. I tried tuning her out by letting my eyes travel down over that triangle of pink hair to her crease, which was spread wide to accommodate the rigid girth that pistoned in and out of her like a steam-powered engine, pumping her so full of pleasure it was coming out the other end in the form of shrill cries and hot, heavy breaths.

It would have been foolish to think Pinkie wouldn’t have climaxed from this. She did, before long—so hard, in fact, that she achieved her first and only squirt of the night. A ragged holler came first, then as I felt her interior tighten, making me push harder to penetrate her again for the next stroke, followed a sprinkle of clear fluid that sprouted up from between her folds and rained its warmth over her breasts and belly.

Her legs quivered against my shoulders and her depths pulsed violently, so I slipped her calves down my arms and laid over her, kissing her lips as I let my body come to rest on her soaking wet skin.

Pinkie laid beneath me, panting deeply while giving off heat like a wood stove. Her interior had relaxed and was now hugging my length gently, satisfied beyond belief.

“How was that?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Pinkie shook her head, her eyes rolling back under a pair fluttering eyelids. “So… wow. That… was the most… super-duper… amazingest orgasm I’ve ever had. Like, EVER.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“Now I see why my friends made such a fuss about you. Your wang is like… catnip for hoo-hoos.”

I chuckled quietly, using my thumb to wipe some strands of damp hair from her temple.

She swallowed and licked her lips. “Goldie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could let me up? I think need a drink of water.”

“Oh… sure.” I withdrew from those supple folds to let her roll off of the bed and leave the room. I remained there for a moment, watching my erection bob in time with my pulse; the room had gotten rather hot over the past hour, and the aroma —although arousing— was on the overpowering side, and I suddenly felt the desire to get some fresh air.

I jumped off the bed, headed through the door and made a left toward the kitchen counter where Pinkie was filling a glass from the faucet, indifferent to the building that faced hers from across the lot, its occupants potentially being given the perfect view of her through the balcony door, standing in all her pink, curvy glory by the counter.

“Holy crap,” she said, glancing over at me as I approached. “I didn’t realise how hot it was in there; it feels like Antarctica out here!”

“Yeah.”

Indeed, there was a noticeable chill in the main room. I felt it as soon as I left her bedroom. It looked cold as well; the pair of tall floor lamps that flanked the TV were still on, dimmed to a low setting, their white light casting a pale glow that was immensely sterile-looking compared to the crimson glow of her bedroom.

My eyes went back to Pinkie as she brought the glass up to chug the water down. Having her arm raised caused her breast to lift slightly, drawing my eye to its profile, sparkling with moisture and topped by a nipple that’d gotten so rock-hard in the cold air it would cut glass.

Her skin looked much paler in the plain light. My eyes had gotten accustomed to that red inferno and were now being deceived by reality; Pinkie’s colour looked much cooler now, though I’d wager she was still quite warm to the touch—that is until that layer of sweat began to cool in the chilly air of her living room.

From behind, she actually looked reasonably dry, the perspiration evidently soaked up by her bedspread. Her front, however, was covered in beads of moisture in some areas; others were glazed with other types of fluids that’d been distributed by our activities.

Pinkie finished the glass with a loud huff, and then promptly reached under the faucet for a refill. She then turned to face me, leaning on the counter with her back and standing with her ankles crossed, which did well to accentuate her gleaming figure. I watched her tip the glass back once more, contemplating the greatness of casual nudity as I took in the sight of those epic breasts, their erect nipples projecting forward, her subtle paunch, centered by that deep navel, and that fuzzy little triangle that stood on her mound between those meaty hips and thighs.

She stopped after a short sip and lowered the glass, licking her lips and then looking at me with those baby blue eyes.

“Better?” I asked with a smile.

Pinkie smiled back, showing off those cute dimples. How she could pull off looking so sweet and innocent, despite being revealed by the white lights as an utter train wreck, was beyond me.

Her hair was a rat’s nest of frayed ribbons and wet locks that stuck to her cheeks and neck. Her skin glistened, and her make-up was a mess; her eyeliner had continued to bleed away, especially under her right eye where the cumshot had caused the black shade to run before being wiped away, leaving a dark streak across her cheek.

Noticing my travelling eyes, Pinkie held the glass aside to look down at herself. “Wow. I’m kind of a hot mess, aren’t I?” She looked up at me again.

“Yeah,” I replied. “It’s OK, though. I like it.”

She sighed. “Sorry I’m so sweaty. It was REALLY hot in there,” she said, eyes widening to magnify her point. “It’s kind of embarrassing, actually; I hope I don’t stink.”

I shook my head. “Don’t feel bad. Sunny got really sweaty too—and it wasn’t even hot in her room.”

Pinkie cocked her head, surprised. “Really? Wow.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Meh. Some people sweat more than others. It just a thing that happens. I don’t mind, though.”

She took another gulp of water and then sighed. “Yeah…” She stared vacantly at my erection for a moment, pursing her lips as she thought who-knows-what to herself. When she lifted the glass for another drink, I let my eyes travel her shapely figure once again, feeling the chill of the moisture she’d left behind on my skin, making me crave her warmth, to feel the gentle squeeze of her womanhood wrapped around my length all over again.

Pinkie had resumed chugging from the glass again. She turned to face the counter, ready to set the glass down once it was empty.

The sight of that pink booty was too much to resist. I approached quietly from behind and placed one hand on her waist, bending my knees slightly to put my erection low enough to guide it between her thighs with my other hand, just below her backside. The skin on her hip had taken on a slight chill by then, but between her legs, my manhood found a very hot and very wet slit, which I pressed my head against until it slipped inside, surrounding me with that warm, supple flesh.

“Mmm!” Her voice echoed inside the glass, and she leaned forward slightly to allow me to penetrate deeper, tipping her head back so she could slurp back that last bit of water before setting the glass on the countertop with a loud clunk. “Oh my—Goldie, you gotta warn me first!” she gasped, gripping the edge of the counter as I began to thrust into her.

“What, you don’t like it?” I asked, holding onto her hips as I repeatedly slapped her backside with my hips.

“No! I love it!” She shook her head wildly, whipping her long, frazzled hair around. “Fuck me! Fuck me right here against the counter!”

“I couldn’t hold out anymore,” I said, reaching around with one hand to hold her breast. “Seeing you standing here, naked, it was too much.”

Pinkie turned to look over her shoulder at me, panting. “You… couldn’t resist me?”

I shook my head, looking down to watch my length disappear between those cheeks.

“Ohh…” Her eyes closed, head swaying slightly as I continued to drill her. “That is so hot,” she moaned. Her eyes opened to look at me again. “Do you like fucking me?”

“Yeah,” I panted, pinching her nipple between my index and middle fingers, feeling that tingle down below as her tight interior massaged me with its wicked heat.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes!”

“Show me, Goldie.” Pinkie closed her eyes again, biting her lip. “Show me how good I feel! Cum inside me; I want my pussy to get you off, to make you fill me up—just like Fluttershy.” She faced ahead and bent over the counter, knocking the glass into the sink with a noisy clang as she reached to grip its edge, her breasts mashed against the cold surface. “Aaaahh! Gol… Goldie! I… AAH!”

Her body stiffened suddenly, her interior clenching my length as another orgasm took her right there on the counter, in full view of whoever might have been watching from the neighbouring building. She whimpered, shivering violently from the combination of the chill on her skin and the explosive pleasure from within. I placed my hand on the small of her back and slowed my thrusts enough to feel her flesh pulsate, a feeling I’d felt many times before, but could never, ever grow tired of.

Once the climax was finished with her, I withdrew my glistening length from between those ample cheeks and placed my hand on her shoulder to turn her around. She faced me, panting, her hair obscuring her face as I reached down to hook my hands behind her knees to lift her onto the counter, sitting her on the edge with her thighs apart.

Pinkie let out a soft cry when I re-entered her hot, slick depths, letting her head fall back against the cupboard door, eyes closed. I kept my hands hooked under her thighs, holding them in place as my manhood squelched noisily between those sloppy folds, feeling that build in pressure in response to that heavenly texture gliding back and forth along my length.

“Goldie-Woldie…” she whimpered weakly between heavy breaths. “How much longer? It’s... mmm, honestly starting to hurt a little.”

I looked up at her, slowing my thrusts inadvertently. “It hurts?”

Pinkie shook her head. “Not…” A pause, to swallow. “Not just yet. Right now it’s like… that good kind of sore; the kind you get with a really good fuck, but…” She licked her lips, looking down at the shaft lodged between her legs. “I don’t know how long it’ll be before it gets bad.”

I leaned in to kiss her lips. “Don’t worry. I was starting to get close anyway.”

Her eyes widened. “Yeah?”

I nodded, re-intensifying my thrusts. “Yeah,” I huffed, prompting her to grip the back of my neck.

“Ohh! Fuck me harder then, Goldie! Fill me up!” she begged, eyes squeezed shut.

I raised her thighs slightly, letting me penetrate deeper as I watched her breasts bounce with each impact; the feeling of release approached quickly, building pressure as her warmth continued to pleasure me, coaxing that explosion of seed and sensation to the surface.

Those big, blue eyes opened wide. “Wow… I can feel it... getting bigger,” she gasped. Indeed, I had begun to swell, ready for release, no doubt stretching her interior even further. “It’s so good!” she squealed, her voice rising in pitch. “Come on… come on, give it to me!”

Her wish was granted shortly after; the sound of her quivering voice, begging me to release myself inside her was simply too much, and I bit my lip to stifle a grunt when the dam finally broke. A massive wave of bliss washed through me as my manhood began to throb deep inside that tight warmth, soaking it with shot after powerful shot of my hot, thick seed.

Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped, gasping sharply when she felt the violent throbbing within her walls, followed by a burst of heat as her hungry depths were pumped full. “Oohhh… sooo waarrrm…” She closed her eyes and licked her lips, concentrating on the pulsing between her legs, feeling its initial punch gradually lose intensity and frequency.

I drew a deep breath of satisfaction, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. At last, I got to have Pinkie Pie. I’d been lusting after her for nearly a year by then, curious about what she would be like, and how she looked naked—those big tits, that curvy figure, that smooth skin. It’d been a long time coming, but at last, I finally knew.

And she was fantastic.

I released one of her legs to cup her breast, kneading it between my fingers.

“Was that good?” she asked, breathing through parted lips.

I closed my eyes and nodded. “Hell yeah it was. You were amazing, Pinks—just like I said you would be.”

She smiled and leaned forward to press her lips against mine, giggling salaciously when the movement triggered my manhood to jerk inside her. With a soft exhale, she leaned back and looked down between our legs. A thick gob of cum had seeped from under her folds and was pooling on the topside of my shaft, eventually running down the sides to dribble into the crack of her ass.

“I can’t believe how much there is,” she said with an incredulous snort. “That’s, like, the third time tonight, and you STILL overflowed me.”

“You deserve nothing less.”

Pinkie giggled once again, her cheeks reddening as she reached up to grip her other breast. “Thanks, Goldie,” she said, meeting my eyes with hers. “Like I said: sweet things make me feel good, which makes sense—cuz you made me feel amazing.”

I gave her a little smile, and she leaned in to plant one more kiss on my cheek.

With a sigh, I looked down between us. “Ok… I’m gonna go. You ready?”

She nodded, looking down to watch me withdraw.

That glistening shaft slid out from between her lips, making them flare out slightly when the head slipped free, followed by a thick white bead that gushed down between her cheeks, dripping to the floor.

“Ooh!” She yelped when she saw it and, wishing to avoid getting it everywhere, jumped down from the counter. Unfortunately, Pinkie’s legs were a little shakier than she realised, and they folded under her weight when her feet hit the floor, dumping her naked body onto the cold tiles with a squeal, followed by a soft, slightly delirious-sounding giggle.

“Jeez, Pinks!” I bent down to grasp her shoulders, chuckling. “Here…” I tried to help her up, but she paused after getting to her knees to reach for my erection with her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head. The sensation surprised me, causing me to shiver. “Pinks, wait… that’s OK, you don’t need to—“ I bent down, pulling myself out of her mouth’s reach to scoop her up into my arms.

“Come on, let’s go lay down.” I turned and carried Pinkie back to her bedroom while she wrapped one arm around the back of my neck, letting her head hang back, her hair swinging down to my knees.

“Uuugh!” she groaned. “You read my mind, Goldie. I am so friggin tired!”

“I don’t doubt it,” I replied as I turned us sideways to slip into that red inferno, setting her down on the bed.

She laid on her back, covering her brow with her forearm. “Alexa? Turn off the Christmas lights and turn on the night light.”

As commanded, the oppressive lights switched off, replaced by a small yellow light on the nightstand next to her bed. She looked over at me and patted the mattress.

I crawled onto the bed and laid next to her. “I’m getting a slight feeling of déjà vu here, Pinks. Isn’t this how this whole thing started in the first place?”

She sighed and shook her head. “Yeah, but… this ain’t happening again tonight. I am fucking pooped.”

“Get some sleep, Pinks, while you still can. It’s been a long night, and once the immortality kicks in, you won’t be having anymore naps.”

“Mmmm.” Without warning, Pinkie rolled on top of me, re-moistening my skin with her sweat as she nuzzled her face into my neck, breasts squashed against my chest. “What a bummer-in-the-summer; I love sleeping—though I guess having endless energy will be a good thing too.”

I stared past that mess of hair to the ceiling, feeling a sudden hint of worry. Pinks? With endless energy? … Fuck, I hope I don’t end up regretting this—

My thoughts came to a halt suddenly when I felt something warm leaking onto my thigh, and I quickly realised it was coming from between her legs. “Shit,” I whispered. “Hey, Pinks? Do you think you could move just a little?”

It was too late. The party-girl was already snoring.

I sighed, staring at the ceiling again. Looks like I’m gonna be her bed tonight... for her last sleep ever.

Author's Notes:

Finally!

Also, don’t put candy in your coochies, people.