Having just pissed like a race pony and jacked off like a blue balled stud, Anon was now focused on his hair and Pinkie Dick's fur. Both had taken awhile to clean up from the events of the night before. Then he was trying to clean up his shower area as quickly as possible. He managed to get all of his Pinkie Dick baby batter off of the wall but it was collecting at the drain and causing the water to fill up to almost an inch high. Anon started waffle stomping (the act of slamming one's foot upon a semi solid material to get it to go through a grate) it in hopes to get the shower to drain before flooding out his bathroom and master bedroom. After awhile and a couple of the larger chunks of spunk getting sucked down the shower started to clear out. His breaths started to become more controlled and Anon leaned over propping himself up on his legs, looking lie a quarterback.
"Man, you're a handful," He said looking at his dick. "Or maybe a few handfuls," as he looked back to the clog of sperm that started to again collect at the drain.

After a few more stomps the drain was flowing like nothing had ever happened within those four walls. Anon stepped out and pinkie Dick had finally decreased from her half mast status and fell to swing between his legs. Pinkies front legs formed and pulled apart from the body of the shaft painlessly ripping the skin that had held it in place. Her left hoof extended in front of her forming face and mouth in an attempt to suppress a yawn. Her other hoof extended as far forward as possible, eliciting a few pops of the joints with the motion.

"maahaa.ayawn." Pinkie yawned.

She coughed a few times expelling a few blobs of white gunk. She licked her lips and swallowed the rest.

"Sorry Anon, I think I got some phlegm," Pinkie said "Are we getting that supper-dupper breakfast now?"

"Um. Sure, after we dry ," Anon said and moved his dripping wet body over to the closet to retriever a towel. After which he dried his hair, torso, legs and slowly hefted Pinkie Dick up with the corners of the towel. Anon leaned closer to Pinkie pie and spoke to her gently.

"Pinkie I need to dry you off. Please do your best to remain calm."

"Okie-dokie-loki," she responded with a salute.

The towel lightly went underneath both of their huge pink furry balls and taint, the extremely soft cotton sucking up all the moisture it could. It slide between the balls and thighs with no stimulation giving to the thick shaft. Anon expertly guided one corner at a time from the base of his modified shaft to the top of Pinkie's head, being careful as to not excite either Pinkie or his weird glorious newfound rod. Looking at his equipment he knew there would be very little in the way of a regular human vagina that could even begin to handle her (well Pinkie as a dick), even flaccid she was intimidating. Cradling her stomach and his other hand with the towel on her head, he could feel her rub her head into the towel.

"Annnoon," Pinkie Dick whined, "Please dry my head a bit more."

Anon complied, but even with choosing the driest parts of the towels and continuing to dry the big poof of mane she had he figured it'd take too long. He dropped the towel and pulled out a blow dryer and set it to low heat and low speed. Soon, Pinkie dick was leaning into the warm breeze with arms spread like Jack from the movie Titanic and yelled that she was king of the world. Anon didn't know that really know what she was talking about but he laughed when she started whooping and hollering. She remained quiet for awhile. Anon Shut off the hair dyer once he noticed that her mane and fur where finally dry. The second her hair stopped receiving that air it boing'ed and poofed up. It had made those exact noises, which Anon had found quiet unsettling.
"Alright let's hit the Kitchen!"
"YAY!" Pinkie dick yelled.

Anon owned his house (mansion) outright, had very few neighbors and lead a life of privacy. So It was understandable how he wouldn't need to live a life of modesty (need clothing). He proceeded to walk a normal path to his kitchen, except he heard something.

"ow.ow.ow... WAIT." Pinkie dick said to get his attention. "Anon you're throwing me all over the place"

Anon lifts Pinkie with both hands on either side of her. He figures that her head had been that gently tap on the insides of his legs. Her head must have been bouncing between them. 'That poor pony, her head's got enough screws as it is' Anon thought.
"Aw. Pinkie I'm sorry. I just not," Anon started to say, but rethought everything, "..I'm sorry. I was too excited about breakfast, I should have know that you would have been thrown all over the place."
"Nahh. It's fine. Just hold me. Or you could put me in the upright position before take off," She replied with a smile and a 'squee'.
"..yeah.. of course, I think I'll just hold you," said Anon, who was still confused how to take the last part of her response.
"Well we're here," Anon said, "my kitchen it has the best equipment around. All of it is restaurant grade."
"ANon" Pinkie angrily yelled, "I can't see any of it you dropped me. Oh the tile looks very nice."
"Sorry I'm sorry I swear sometimes I think I'd lose you if you weren't attached to me." Anon cornily said as he lifted Pinkie dick and set her on the Island counter top in front of him.
sucking in a huge amount of air in surprise with a 'ahhhhhh' sound, Pinkie looks all around her. This kitchen is way bigger than the Cake's bakery and probably more well stocked. Anon shivers with the feel of the cool marble on the underside of his Pinkie Dick and the sudden inhalation that Pinkie had just executed. His furry Pink balls tap the cool edge of the counter top and they churn ever so slightly. 'Calm down. and let's get breakfast first,' Anon thinks.

It took me longer to write this than I thought it would.
I like the word waffle.
Thanks for the comments and reading my story as I slowly write it.
If you think it's bad, I'm open to having an editor or PM me.