Rise And Shine
“Rise and shine, Pinkie Pie. Rise and... shine,” said The G-Man slowly, as though choosing his words meticulously, “not that I... wish to imply you had been sssleeping on the job...”
“Don't be silly,” chirped Pinkie Pie as she sat up slightly in her bed, “it's my day off today!”
Pinkie Pie gave a tired yet cheerful smile as she opened her eyes to the unmistakable square jaw and piercing green eyes of The G-Man. His stern crew haircut lay flattened and messy after a night with Pinkie Pie as he lay beside her. “Well, what a coincidence. I...have some time on my hands, too, Msss. Pie,” said The G-Man, retaining his collected composure as he spoke.
“Ooh, goodie!” Pinkie Pie giggled, “that means we get to fool around!”
The G-Man's grinned, his gums spread far from his lips as he straightened his tie. Just then, he realized that he wasn't wearing a tie at all, so he ceased his clench on thin air above his exposed hairy chest. With no tie to straighten, The G-Man instead petted Pinkie Pie's puffy mane as she smirked at him, her eyes narrowed as she stood up on her bed beside him. With her rump raised into the air, she slowly crawled backwards, down to The G-Man's crotch. “Oooh,” said The G-Man excitedly as the smooth rim of Pinkie Pie's hoof lightly brushed the tip of his already semi-hard cock.
“You're such a naughty G-Man,” said Pinkie Pie lustfully, before licking all the way from the base to the sensitive tip of his colossal wrinkly G-Penis. Still smirking, Pinkie Pie pulled back on The G-Man's foreskin with her hooves and sighed, “G-Man! You've got smegma building up, already!” She gave a little giggle to show that she didn't really mind.
“Sssorry,” hissed The G-Man, “I'm a busy G-Man, so sssometimes I don't shower.”
“Don't worry, lucky for you you've got a cock-cleaner in the form of a little pink pony!” Said Pinkie Pie ecstatically as she set her mouth to work on The G-Man's dick, licking up the smelly salty smegma. His penis looked like a monolith surrounded by a forest of formidably thick black pubes, and Pinkie Pie licked it up and down repetitively, probing behind the shiny head. Pinkie's warm tongue almost matched the colour of her coat and mane as it smoothly swept the accumulated dick-cheese from his long fleshy shaft. She playfully looked up at him as she swished her tongue from side to side behind The G-Man's bulbous penile head, inflicting a long moan from him. “Mmm,” she closed her eyes whilst pulling her face slightly away from the G-Penis, “what a cheesy blowjob!”
“I'm glad you like it, Misss Pie,” smiled The G-Man with his legs spread apart.
“And I think you'll like this!” Said Pinkie Pie, sounding excited as she wiggled her rump, plunging her head down over the organ. Her gag reflex gulping didn't dissuade her from reaching the base of the freshly-cleaned cock. She shut her eyes as a bulge swiftly slid down her throat. The bulge of The G-Man's erect cock resembled an Adam's apple on Pinkie Pie's neck as her head bobbed up and down over it.
Pinkie Pie began licking The G-Man's rigid dick again while it was stuffed inside her mouth. Her tongue nuzzled and massaged each vain and wrinkle. All the while, his G-Balls, encased in a layer of pubic hair like a scotch egg in pork and bread crumbs, hung low and ominously large. Her muzzle springing back and fourth, she prodded The G-Man's balls with the flat surface of her hoof, before letting go. Both balls fell back into place, knocking together like a newton's cradle. Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie rubbed his thick member, licking the underside from the base all the way to the tip as salty pre-cum dripped onto her nose. She went cross-eyed to get a better look at the sticky clear liquid.
Both The G-Man and Pinkie Pie knew that the floodgates were opening, and he clenched her mane with his large strong hand. After a short and cute giggle, Pinkie Pie's face was pushed down onto the throbbing hard appendage. Her mouth was used to pleasing cocks, and she knew exactly where to lick to turn on any male to the point of climax. With every deep thrust of the G-Penis onto her tongue, she glugged and gulped. Looking up, she could see The G-Man's eyes shut and his cheeks matched the colour her mane. That's when The G-Man came inside Pinkie Pie's mouth. With the cock still stuffed firmly inside, Pinkie Pie had little choice but to swallow the bitter, salty semen. As she eagerly gobbled it down, shaking her head slowly from side to side, her mouth began to overflow. The cum became caked to her teeth and The G-man's cock as it eventually dribbled from her mouth and onto her chin. Little bubbles surfaced in the fresh semen, to which Pinkie Pie took great pleasure in popping with her pointed lips.
The G-Man petted her mane, “Yess, that was very...” He paused to take a deep breath. “Nice,” he hissed in his nasally voice.
Pinkie Pie crawled up to The G-Man's face to plant a slobbery, semen-soaked kiss on his right cheek. “I have an idea,” she giggled and smirked.
“What is it?” He asked, tilting his head and sitting up slightly in bed, still looking at Pinkie Pie.
“Why don't we get something out of the briefcase!” Squeaked Pinkie Pie. As usual, she was unable to contain her excitement as she bounced on the bed beside The G-Man.
“What an excellent idea, Mss. Pie!” The G-Man said with a grin as he nodded at her.
“Oh please, call me Pinkie,” said Pinkie Pie.
“Of course, Mss. Pie,” The G-Man replied as he lifted himself off of the bed. He made a “hnnng” noise while stretching to reach for his blue briefcase which he had left on the floor mere inches from the bed, and hoisted it up to his lap. His penis, still erect and strong, acted as a stand for the briefcase as he clicked open it's metal locks with his thumbs, and opened it. The briefcase was, as anybody could have guessed, filled with sex toys. Cylindrical mushroom-topped dildos like plastic, oversized rivets of pink and blue lay in abundance beside tiny vibrating eggs with their individual wires wrapped neatly around them, leather whips and paddles were strapped to the top of the lid, brightly-coloured vibrating dildos with bumps and spikes lay amongst the butt plugs which were strewn throughout the briefcase's interior.
“Ooh,” Pinkie Pie's blue eyes grew wide as she grabbed a butt plug, “I wanna put this in you! Can I, G-Man? Pleeease!” The G-Man looked into Pinkie Pie's wide eyes, and she looked up into his with a hint of sadness as her lips drew down and eyebrows in an upward position. The G-Man, meanwhile, lifted an eyebrow. Even he, a well-composed man with interdimensional powers, couldn't turn down Pinkie Pie's offer with her making such a face. She really was a cute little pony.
“Okay,” said The G-Man as he stroked his wide chin while looking at the black rubber butt plug Pinkie Pie held in her hoof. It had a large, round, flat base to prevent it from being stuck inside the anus of its occupant, the rest of the butt plug was also round, it was shaped like a blunt cone with the largest three-quarters down to the base. It was impossible for either Pinkie Pie or The G-Man to deny that the butt plug looked ripe for ass-insertion.
Pinkie Pie giggled, “You got any lube?”
“Oh, yesss,” said The G-Man, sounding excited as he once again reached for his briefcase and rummaged through it. Finally, he found what he was looking for; a generously-sized yellow sachet with 'PROPERTY OF GORDON FREEMAN' messily written on it in black marker pen. Pinkie Pie held out her hoof to apply the lubricant to the butt plug. The G-Man handed it to her with a smile.
“Who's Gordon Freeman?” Said Pinkie Pie as she examined the sachet.
“Sssomebody I know,” The G-Man shrugged before spreading his slender hairy legs and pushed his heavy ballsack out of the way like a curtain to reveal his tight manly asshole.
“Nice Butt,” said Pinkie Pie, despite the fact that The G-Man's ass wasn't quite as perky as it had been when he was a young G-Man. Presently his ass sagged low and bounced with every movement, its wrinkles adding to the signs of ageing. Nevertheless, Pinkie Pie eagerly coated the butt plug in Gordon Freeman's precious lubricant as the thick jelly-like liquid smoothly trickled from the plastic sachet. Within seconds, the butt plug was almost slippery enough for Pinkie Pie to struggle with holding it. Despite its heavy lubrication, The G-Man knew that the insertion will still be a pain in the ass. “Ready?” Asked Pinkie Pie with a determined smile on her face; she was determined to successfully insert the toy as deep into The G-Man's manhole as far as it would reach! The G-Man nodded, allowing Pinkie Pie to proceed.
The G-Man flinched as the butt plug prodded his asshole. To which Pinkie Pie had trouble finding through the forest of hair that The G-Man kept in the crack of his butt. “Be...gentle,” he said unusually softly, “nothing has been in my anusss for, a, while.”
“Oh, sure,” said Pinkie Pie, understanding as she pushed it slowly through The G-Man's ass. Once successfully penetrating The G-Man's orifice, she twisted it slightly while meeting little resistance from The G-Man's strong sphincter. All the while, he moaned with his eyes closed until the butt plug met a blockade of foul-smelling shit. With her hoof, Pinkie Pie pushed through the unborn brown excitement. The G-Man moaned as she did so, his ass barely accommodating the size of the butt plug.
“Yessss, Pinkie Pie!” Said The G-Man in a long, moaning whisper. Just at the moment both Pinkie Pie and The G-Man were beginning to wonder how much further the butt plug's insertion would go, it's round circular stand met the cheeks of The G-Man's buttocks. The full capacity of his anus, combined with the sensation of Gordon Freeman's warm anal lube stuffing his tender insides provoked a continually-growing erection. Pinkie Pie slowly raised a hoof to feel it as she weakened her hoof's pressure on the butt plug. His dick felt hard to the core yet sensitive when Pinkie Pie tantalized it by slowly running her hoof from head to base. The sight of The G-Man's erection, combined with the sound of his moaning began to cause signs of Pinkie Pie's arousal to moisten her marehood. She salivated with a sultry smile on her face as she straddled The G-Man. He looked up at her, smirking as the pony kissed his cheek.
“Don't worry, Mr and Mrs Cake are in Canterlot, we can be as loud as we want,” said Pinkie Pie cheerfully as she lowered herself over The G-Man's well-used groin. He breathed heavily in anticipation as Pinkie Pie's tight vagina closed around his member. Pinkie Pie groaned, her rump not halfway down The G-Man's dick, with her back arched and flanks spread apart. Her insides felt incredibly warm and snug, like Pinkie Pie's vagina was just the home The G-Man's penis was after.
Pinkie Pie raised her furry flanks once again, before slowly inching them down. down. She shut her eyes. “Oooh,” moaned Pinkie Pie. The G-Man clenched Pinkie Pie's cutie marks tightly, and helped to bring them down over his cock, bringing him balls deep in her warm pony quim. Pinkie Pie's pink vulva flattened his pubes as it was brought down. Pinkie Pie let out a moan of relief to feel his thick man-meat so deep inside her. The G-Man's erection was especially ginormous thanks to the ongoing anal stimulation from the butt plug Pinkie Pie previously inserted.
As she pumped her lower body up and down, Pinkie Pie felt The G-Man's hardness throbbing deep inside her. With each time she brought her flanks down, a moan escaped from within The G-Man's pale lips. Dick goes in, moan comes out! Thought Pinkie Pie, and laughed at the foalish simplicity of the phrase. The G-Man, distracted by his own pleasure, didn't ask why Pinkie Pie was laughing and instead squeezed her round rump even harder. Pinkie Pie loved it. She cocked her head up and hung open her mouth as The G-Man thrust into her with an ever-increasing speed. Pinkie Pie felt her body being rocked back and fourth, up and down in an almost rhythmic fashion by The G-Man, her pink fluffy mane bouncing all the while. As Pinkie Pie felt the long release of climax brewing from within her. She her marehood rammed over and over again by the stiff cock of The G-Man, never failing to satisfy Pinkie Pie's desire for him deep inside. Although she lowered her pink flanks to meet The G-Man's cock, she felt like she was almost struggling to keep up with his speed. Their moans eventually, synchronized as The G-Man could feel Pinkie Pie's now taut vagina begin to clench up, he eagerly slapped the pink pony on her cute, curvy ass.
“Aaah!” Yelped Pinkie Pie, as she arched her head forwards. Shortly afterwards, she looked back down at The G-Man with a wicked smirk on her face. The G-Man looked back at her, beginning to form a smile as Pinkie Pie planted a long, deep kiss on his cracked lips, without any sign of warning. She moaned a long, “hnnnnnn,” for the duration of their kiss. Now eager to throw Pinkie Pie off, The G-Man rolled over, placing Pinkie Pie beneath him. “Woah!” Said Pinkie Pie in surprise, wide-eyed as she now felt her back against her own soft sheets. But instead of asking questions, Pinkie Pie simply let The G-Man fuck her. And that was exactly what he did, eyes shut tight and concentrating and pink in the face. Pinkie Pie letting out a short scream each time his cock was stuffed deep into her equine vagina. Pinkie Pie began to wrap her hooves around him as she felt the unmistakable sensation of warm seed filling her up. She squealed as The G-Man came and came, time each with the same intensity until she felt her pussy could take no more and began to overflow with The The G-Man's white goodness. As she began to sat up, Pinkie Pie dabbed at it with a forehoof, her mouth open slightly and eyes curious. She lifted her hoof to the side, watching it slowly drip onto her soft coat. Slowly, she took her off to her snout and licked the cum clean off with her tongue. Although there were certainly nicer-tasting things than cum, Pinkie Pie still loved the texture and warmth in her mouth, and the long bitter aftertaste it left behind. Considering where the cum came from.
They both heard a loud 'pop', and the sound of an object landing on the end of the bed. The G-Man, looking slightly confused, lifted himself off of Pinkie Pie and turned around. Pinkie Pie giggled at the sight of The G-Man's ass in full view as he did so. “Aaah,” said The G-Man, “ssso that's what made the noise.” He picked something up, and turned back around to Pinkie Pie to show her he was holding the butt plug that should have been held firmly within his rectum. It must have popped out of The G-Man's ass like a toy rocket. But unlike any toy rocket either of them had seen for a very long time, the butt plug was not as pristine as it had been before insertion. In The G-Man's bony fingers, it was now riddled with brown shit stains, particularly towards the tip, and dripping with lubricant. Pinkie Pie wrinkled her snout after getting a whiff of the scent it was giving off. “I'll clean it later,” said The G-Man cheerfully as he chucked it into his briefcase, before lying down next to Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie Pie and The G-Man lay beside each other for a while, The G-Man was not aware of how long this while had lasted until it finally occurred him to check the time by glancing towards the clock on the wall. “I'm afraid this is where I get off, Misss Pie,” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
“Aww, G-Man. Really?” Pinkie Pie groaned as she turned to face him.
“I'm afffraid so, Misss Pie. I have agreed to abide to certain, restrictions,” shrugged The G-Man apologetically as he placed both of his hairy feet on the floor, looking left and right. Searching for his clothes. The G-Man found his trousers scrunched up beside the bed, almost underneath it. After delving his hand into a trouser pocket, he was able to confirm that his tie was still in there by grasping onto the long accessory. Then he stepped into his trousers, one leg at a time before pulling them up, concealing his crotch. Pinkie Pie was a little sad to say goodbye to The G-Man's G-Genitalia, and watched him profusely as he got dressed, interested in how a creature such as himself would walk bipedally. With his trousers on, The G-Man narrowed his eyes and scanned from right to left.
“Are you looking for that?” With her hoof, Pinkie Pie pointed at his white dress shirt, scrunched in the corner of the room.
“Aaah, yesss. I must have thrown it there when getting naked, and not looked there!” The G-Man chuckled, his belly bobbing in and out as he walked to retrieve it. After buttoning up his shirt, The G-Man flamboyantly flung his violet tie from his trouser pocket, and began to tie his usual windsor knot.
“Nice tie,” commented Pinkie Pie.
“Thanks,” G-Man diverted his attention from tying his tie to answer Pinkie Pie, “I got it from Debenhams.”
Continuing to tie his tie, The G-Man became frustrated at the crooked knot he had given it. With a concentrating expression on his face, he shifted the tie from left to right. Yet, no matter how much he tried, his tie just wouldn't be straight, almost as if it was trying to tell him something. “Here, let me help you with that,” said Pinkie Pie. Standing up and trotting towards him, she stood on her hind legs to adjust the tie with her fore hooves. Next thing The G-Man knew, his tie was in a perfectly neat, straight knot thanks to Pinkie Pie's skilled hooves. Pinkie Pie smiled. When standing on her hind legs, her head was almost as high as his chest. She continued to keep her hooves on his chest for better balance as she began to look up at him. The G-Man looked down at her and, as though they both knew what the other was thinking, Pinkie Pie and The G-Man kissed each other. While Pinkie Pie was expecting to feel The G-Man's tongue enter her mouth, she instead felt it meet her tongue out beyond her warm lips. Their tongues rolled around each other playfully before The G-Man gently pulled back. “Now,” he whispered, “this is where I get off.”
“G-Man! You forgot your jacket, silly!” Pinkie Pie said, sounding a little melancholy to have to say goodbye to her beloved G-Man.
“Ah, o-oh yes,” The G-Man looked around, slightly embarrassed. His blue jacket lay on the windowsill. Quickly noticing it, The G-Man picked it up and put it on before picking up his briefcase full of sex toys and lube. With his hand that wasn't holding onto the briefcase, The G-Man waved goodbye to Pinkie Pie.
“Goodbye, G-Man. Have fun at work!” Said Pinkie Pie, trying to sound positive, “oh, and don't forget to tell Gordon Freeman I said 'thanks for the lube'!” said
“Oh, don't worry, Misss Pie. I will,” replied The G-Man. He turned around stiffly and walked towards the wooden bedroom door. When he opened it, an imposingly bright light shone through, momentarily blinding Pinkie Pie as she was caught off guard by it. When her eyes had somewhat gotten used to it, she saw the black silhouette of The G-Man standing in the doorway, still holding his briefcase. He shut the door quickly behind him, and the light ceased just as fast.
Pinkie Pie galloped to the door of her bedroom, wanting to know what caused the bright light. Skidding on all four hooves, she came to a halt by the door. Wasting no time, Pinkie Pie opened it. But the light was gone. Instead, she saw only the usual set of stairs leading down to Sugarcube Corner, and The G-Man was nowhere to be seen.