Anon Stroked faster and faster. His fingers slided quickly over the veins of his pink shaft and did a stimulating hop over his newly acquired medial ring. Ever pass over the expansive skin that his cock now offered was even better than any other sex Anon has had in his whole life. It was almost like his previous sex would be about the same as him twirling his index finger on the head of his huge pink cock.

He felt himself drawing close and he swore he could feel his balls churn as they prepared to send their baby batter out to fertilize the womb, sadly there wasn't one, but that's besides the point. his cock got impossibly harder to the point were if he gripped harder it wouldn't even give. The sensitivity of it was off the charts. Anon started to feel his groin and balls tense up in a spastic dance. His cock throbbed in tandem with his balls. A stream burst fourth form his cock and his eyes followed it past the top of his head . They continued to roll back and shut.

"AAAhhoooh" Anon yelled, as the highest form of orgasms pulses through him, with the usual most horrible 'Oh face' a man can make during sex.

Anon awakens with the sun beaming through the windows. He can barely see anything at all with the morning vision. Everything in sight is blurs or blobs

"Shit. It must be 9 am already." Anon mentions in general.
Anon stretches his arms, legs and back; all of them making a crazy amount of pops and cracks for his age. He strolls to his en suite bathroom to freshen up for the day. He grabs a toothbrush and starts cleaning all 32 pearly whites. He feels his cock tingle a little, perhaps really late morning wood. Anon spits out the mouth full of toothpaste and plaque and starts to wake up further. With his teeth clean and lips feeling chapped, he runs his tongue over his teeth and stops. The taste lingers in his brain for a second. Primarily salty. Anon's brain stutters and goes full force to awake. He spits several times and washes his mouth out a few times.

"What the hell Pinkie?" Anon yells.

"Meh. Too early for this Anon." replies a pink pony dick brushing her teeth by the base of the sink.

"You came all over me you "

"I didn't go anywhere Anon. Last thing I remembered was that you gave me a massage and then I passed out." Pinkie interrupted. She looked at his reflection dead in the eye, "Is there something I should know about?"

Anon gulped, "no Pinkie"

Pinkie gave that signature deadpan stare at Anon, "Ok... What's for breakfast? ... I want t get this weird taste out of my mouth"

"... I have a fully stocked fridge and pantry." Anon said, "What would you like to have?"

"Hmm... blueberry, haybacon and eggs with extra whip cream!" Pinkie yelled splattering everything in front of her with her used toothpaste.

"Well I can get you most of that minus haybacon. I really don't think that's a real thing."Anon replied, "would that be fine?"
"Yeah sure. Sounds great... And I can help bake!"
"Pinkie... Your my dick. I don't want my dick near any range stove or oven. I'll get it for you."
"But Anon... I Love to bake!"Pinkie replied.
Sighing, anon said, "Fine you can help me make it but if it has heat sharp tools or involves touching the batter you let me do it."
"I'll wash my hands before I touch anything."
"NO." Anon sternly said and closed his eyes. He thought about the most tactful way to handle this and said, "Pinkie you're my dick and the portions we will be working with are way too larger for you to even psychically help with. I know you're a top notch chef and baker. That's why I want you to be head chef in the kitchen. I'll be you're assistant and you lead everything in the kitchen. Can you handle that Head Chef?"
Pinkie's eyes grew large and teared up a little, "Head CHEF. Of course Anon, I'll be your head chef. I'll be the bestest Head Chef you ever had!"

Pinkie had rotated and tried to hug Anon with all her might. Unfortunately due to her size it just looked like a bright pink dick with cotton candy on top and two small legs smashed against his belly button. Anon knew what she was trying to do and responded in the like by pressing the palm of his and against her back smashing his dick even tighter against his stomach. The two held their embrace for awhile until Pinkie loosened her grip on Anon's stomach, which he started to remove his hand. Pinkie looked up at Anon with twinkles in her eye and a fire that was inferred from her stare.
"Let's build and destroy that breakfast Head Assistant Anon."
"Let's" Anon replied inspired by her enthusiasm. "Wait!"
"what Anon?"
"Pinkie.... I don't know how to break this to you."
Pinkie looked at his face. His eyes had darted to the side and were clearly avoiding hers at all cost. She wondered is this a proposal. She remembered they just met so even if it was it's too soon. Also who would every marry there cock. Well maybe a chicken ... no a hen a hen would marry a cock. Oh those chickens. would i have been better off as a cock... well a male chicken.... no that's too weird.
"PINKIE!" Anon yelled.
"Huh? What? Yes?" Pinkie stumbled to get out of her train of thought.
"I have to pee."
"So go pee." Pinkie replied.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I Mean why wouldn't I be....." Pinkie froze, "how do you pee?"
"You know like most any other thin that has a fully functional dick or genitalia... through that orifice that is provided with said genitalia"
"Through my Face?" Pinkie yelled.
"Not face. Or-i-fice." Anon pronounced. "... but it might be your face."

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