Twilight Sparkle

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You are falling asleep halfway through another boring lecture about the dangers of magic misuse at the School for Gifted Magicians. Again. You shake your head to wake yourself up. Confound this boring professor! you think to yourself. You rest your weary head upon your palm. Your slow descent into sleep is stopped, the door to the lecture hall slowly opens, and a rather cute girl with long, straight black hair timidly walks in.

You notice her hair is messy, the violet and pink stripes are off kilter, and her well-fitting blouse is wrinkled. She either overslept or stayed up all night, apparently. The only empty seat that isn't blocked by bodies is the isle seat next to you. Your heart floats up in your chest as she begins to ascend the steps toward you.

"Can I sit by you?" She asks.

"No, not at all, go ahead." Fucking goddammit. "I mean, yes, you can sit there. Sorry, I, uh, can't talk today."

"Thanks," she replies with a tired, amused smile. The cute girl sits down next to you, setting a heavy load of books on her desk. They sound like advanced stuff: The Principles of Physical Magics, Altering Realities, The Falsehood of Perception, and Transcending the Mundane. All of the texts look heavy, she must be quite a student.

You curse your shyness. This is opportunity at the door with a battering ram! the tiny manly man inside you yells. You run a finger through your blond hair, sneakily testing your armpit for a stench. You're good, luckily. You lower your toned arm down to open your textbook, Advanced Telekinesis.

Minutes pass, but you neither pay attention to the lecture nor fall asleep. The beauty of this girl is decimating your concentration. Even unkempt, she has an intelligent grace about her. The fineness of her long hair, her slim physique, the two distinct shapes filling her shirt, her gorgeous lavender eyes, her bored gaze forward itself is captivating you. You want to whisper something clever to her, something that captures her attention.

You lean over and whisper toward her: "You have beautiful eyes, mind if I touch them?"

The tired girl bust out laughing at your remark. "W-what?" she asks, rather loudly. The entire hall turns to look at the two of you, and she looks sheepishly to your eyes, trying to slump in her seat. You are already slouching, unfortunately.

"Ms. Sparkle," professor Green bellows. "You enter my vitally important lecture late, and then decide to interrupt it? I will not tolerate such immature behavior! You and that.... that ruffian may exit my class immediately! Check your webassign for your homework, which will be DOUBLED!"

"Yes, professor, sorry professor," she quietly says. She doesn't seem upset in the slightest as she stands up. In fact, she smiles and glances at you once more.

You stand after her, silently following her out. Sparkle? you think to yourself. Could she be... nah. Probably isn't that prodigy under Celestia. You exit the hall right behind her.

"No," she says to you the moment the door closes. "You cannot touch my beautiful eyes." She flips her hair at her own sarcasm. "Thanks, though. For getting me out of there. I hate professor Green with a passion."

Her voice is so soft, so amazing, you feel like you're in grade eight again. She's petite, yet full of womanly beauty. The best of both worlds: cute and studious, yet sexy, like a librarian or something. And, well, not just available, but legal.

You walk with her for a while, you have no other classes today. Your conversation about various teachers and their flaws easily flows around various topics, from family to magic to movies to food to music, and finally, to relationships.

"No way! I thought I was the only person in the school who liked metal."

"Well," Twilight, the girl, responded. "There's a few thousand attending the college here, somebody has to share a musical preference with you." You reach the dorms at last. "Thank goodness I don't have any other classes today. Which one's yours?"

"I live in 47B of the west wing. You wanna come over and study, or work on homework or something with me?"

Twilight matches your step. "You live in 47B? I'm 49A! Sure, let's listen to some music, get pizza maybe?"

Half an hour later, Twilight Sparkle is reading on the couch while you pay the pizza guy. "Pizza time!"

"Thanks so much, Tyler!" she says, jumping up to take the box. "Double cheese with cheese-stuffed crust, aw yeah!"

You grab some paper plates and a few napkins from the cupboard, and open the fridge. "Let's see, want... Blue Dew, Green Dew, Fat Tire, Pabst or orange juice?" You grab a regular Mountain Dew for yourself.

"Uh, how about blue?" You grab a Mountain Dew Voltage, the last one, just for Twilight. Now that's being a man, the man in you says,with an imaginary pat on the back.

"Here you go," you say as you hand Twilight her drink and plate. The exchange of pizza, sodas, napkins and plates is awkward, and your fingers touch hers. Your eyes meet, a slice of pizza dangling precariously from her teeth.

The two of you laugh timidly, retreating your fingers from hers. Her soft skin leaves an impact on your memory. "So," Twilight asks you, then gulps down a mouthful of pizza. "Ever use that console?'

“On occasion, sure.”

“Bet you can’t beat me at a game of Future Warfare Three.”

You throw yourself on the couch. “Challenge accepted, prepare for annihilation, Twilight.” The disk is already in the system.

“No, you get ready for annihilation!” Twilight sets her books down on the coffee table and you both continue trash talking. Twilight grabs an early lead, but you use a strategy you’ve perfected over the years to dominate for much of the game. She picks up after a while, unlike most people. She adapts your strategy to her own, and combined with her differing weapon set, she makes it a real game. Finally, you both tie, one point from the victory.

"Fucker! No, nononono NO!" You yell, losing by one kill.

"Take it, bitch!" Twilight shoves you on the couch and stands up, shaking her ass with a victory dance. "You ain't never seen nobody with as many skills as me!"

"That was a lucky headshot and you know it." You go back to the lobby of the game while Twilight continues dancing, badly, with her ass in your face. Losing was worth it, all of a sudden. "If I lose again, do I get a lap dance?" FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUU As the words leave your mouth, you immediately regret them. Twilight keeps dancing, however.

"Nah," she says turning and flailing her arms and legs around. She's a really bad dancer. "You have to win a match, first." She stops her jig, panting softly, then sits down right next to you, her leg brushing lightly against yours.

"Fine," you say, nudging her playfully. "What are the stakes?" You begin preparing the match on the game. The map you know best, you need all the advantage you can get.

"Ah, did you make this map?" Twilight asks.

"Maybe."

"You need all the help you can get, I'm going to allow it. How about the winner," Twilight trailed off. "Winner gets to take off one piece of the loser's clothing?"

You blink once, looking up at Twilight, sitting up on her knees to your left. "Y-you're on!"

The battle goes on much as before. The score is always tight, but you use every opportunity and strategy in your arsenal to fight. Twilight is truly a worthy foe.

"Oh, oh! Fuck yeah!! You might got a couple lucky headshots, but y'all ain't never dun seent nobody with as many equipment kills as me!" You brag, squeezing out a victory with a carefully placed bundle of high explosives. Your technique of hiding a mine under a dead body and luring Twilight to follow you worked beautifully.

Twilight frowns and puts her face in her palm. You lean back and put your hands behind your head, satisfied with victory. Twilight sighs heavily. "Yeah, you won. Fair and square. So, your lucky-ness, what will it be? Blouse or pants?" she asks, standing on her knees on the couch. She ran her fingers through her hair slowly, showcasing her sexy body for you to see.

You look her over appraisingly, hiding your hunger for her tight ass. "May I?"

"If you must," she replies. Twilight stands up in front of you, a full head shorter than your 6 feet 2 inches. You stand and hold her waist with both hands. Twilight giggles as your pointer fingers simultaneously run around her mid section. They meet at her belly button, then move down to her belt. Getting on your knees, you carefully undo that, then unclasp her pants. You unzip her zipper and pull her pants down, revealing her shapely legs and sexy navy blue cotton panties.

"Should we play again?" she asks you, stepping out of her pants. "Or do I get to take off your shirt for free?"

You watch as Twilight gets comfortable on the couch. Her pale skin standing out on the dark sofa. You just stand and watch her wiggle around, enjoying the caress of the velvety fabric on her delicate skin. You fight your yearning to really make her feel amazing. "How about we just set the kill limit to 5, to speed things up?"

Twilight runs a finger along her exposed thigh, looking up and down your body. You can feel a familiar tightness in your pants. "Or we can turn it off and make out, if you want."

You can feel your manhood constrained, unfortunately. "I'm game," you tell her. You put one knee on the couch and begin to lean over Twilight. Your eyes drift ever closer, you can tell she wants this just as bad as you do.

"Wait," she says. "Y-your pants, take them off. I can't have your... you know, it looks like it's uncomfortable in your jeans."

"Uh," you reply. "Right, sure." You shamefully reach into your pants and make sure your rigid member won't slip out of your boxers. You continue to drop trou, and your snake pridefully bulges your underwear. "Sorry," you awkwardly laugh. "He, he likes you."

Twilight doubles over in jovial laughter on the sofa. "Oh, as long as he approves of me, I'm happy." She sits up, not hiding her staring. She bites her lip and just gazes at your sheathed sword.

"Shall we?" you ask.

"Make a move, Tyler." Twilight lays on her back, waiting for you.

With no more words, you slowly move over her, standing on your knees and hands. Your eyes once more become nearer and nearer. At last, you watch Twilight close her eyes and purse her lips. You move yours in, eagerly giving her a slow, pleasant kiss. But it's more than pleasant to you, it's.... fulfilling, passionate, relieving, fucking sexy, all those things and more. Twilight clumsily kisses you rapidly. You hold her face and she stops, looking up into your eyes. Her deep purple spheres contain worlds of their own. A wild vision of civilizations on those fake Earths passes through your mind. You shake your strange daydream and hover so close to Twilight that her light breath finds its way into your mouth. Twilight gives in at long last, kissing you with genuine, bottled passion. She lets you go after a saturated moment, but you pursue this time. You gently, yet firmly kiss Twilight, drawing a faint, high moan.

You break away and kiss her again, sucking her lips with your own. You draw a hot breath from Twilight. She moves her bare leg around yours, clasping your thigh in the back of her knee. You gently bite her bottom lip and rotate your head. She pulls back and looks up at you, her face a thick crimson. “Take your shirt off, Ty.”

“Alright,” you reply. You lift your cotton t-shirt over your head and toss it aside. Twilight instantly reaches up to wrap he arms around your shoulders, hugging you close. Twilight's petite breasts press up against your bare chest, the soft blouse feels nice against your skin. You reach down to hold Twilight's cheek in one hand, and her face in the other. You pull and rub her thigh as you move your tongue around Twilight's.

"Oh, Tyler," Twilight moans after a dozen or so minutes of furious passion. "I need to, I- just let me show you. Get up."

You stand on your knees, but Twilight holds you in place with her legs, wrapped tightly around yours. Her blouse is still on, but it's much more wrinkled. “C-can I see it?” she manages to ask. “It looks so... so big.”

“Sure, you go ahead and do anything you want, Twilight.” She looks up at you, bites her bottom lip, and looks back to your boxers. She bends her knees that are wrapped around you and reaches forward. She carefully plays with your steel tool inside your boxers. She can only reach with her fingertips, but she can still lightly stroke it.

She releases your legs and gets on her knees on the carpet, unbuttoning her blouse. She takes it off and tosses it towards her pants. "Do you want to take off my bra?" she asks.

"What kind of question is that?" you reply. You sit down on the couch and spread your legs, and Twilight sits with her back to you between them.

"Oh, you know just how to work me up, Tyler," she moans as you fiddle with her top and kiss her neck. You close your thighs a bit, caressing Twilight’s legs with your own as you hold Twilight close to you. Your strong chest is flush with Twilight's sexy back, and you can feel the tip of your shaft poking Twilight's round ass though your underwear, making it hard to work the clasps. You stop kissing her shoulder to look at your task. You don't even see a clasp.

"It's a front clasp," you say. "I've been playing with a seam, haven't I?" You don't wait for any response, and none comes as you make quick work of the front clasp, save a hot moan of anticipation. The cups of the bra fall away, exposing Twilight's small, soft breasts. You don't bother to take it off fully before fondling Twilight with ferocious fervor.

"Ah, take it easy, Ty!" Twilight says through gasps of quick pleasure. "T-they're s-sens-ititve!"

You cup both of her globes fully with both hands and simply hold them. "Sorry, I just love them." You help Twilight fully remove her bra and turn her around to face you.

"What, hah, do?" Twilight tries to say between gasps.

You look down at her bare chest, her light skin looks and feels so soft, so warm and inviting. Her nipples are small and pink. You can see her dark blue panties are a bit darker on the bottom, they are a little off-kilter on Twilight's wonderful legs.

"You want that, don't you?" Twilight asks hotly. "Or do you want me to suck your cock first? " she says, placing on hand on your abs. She pushes you down and climbs over you. "Oh my goodness, I probably seem like a total fucking slut." She slumps back on her haunches, covering her breasts with her crossed arms.

"N-no, no!" You say as you sit up. "No, this is passion, not, not, not rutting! Twilight," you rub her arm gently. "Twilight, look at me. Just from seeing your books and being with you since this morning, I know you're the smartest fucking person around. You, you're so perfect. Your tastes, your ideas, not to mention your body. You're such a good person, and I'm probably the luckiest person alive to even be friendly with you. I mean-"

Twilight throws her arms around you and shuts you up with a big, wet kiss. Then another. Then a third, but she stops to say "You're so great, Tyler! I, I'm sorry for stopping, I need, I need you." A tear escapes her eye, you wipe it away with your thumb.

"Twilight, I..." you can't bring yourself to say it.

"I love you too, Tyler." Twilight kisses you again, and you share the most passionate kiss in the history of kisses

Twilight finally breaks the kiss you both shared. "What now, Ty? Wanna keep going?"

You simply nod. "But, can I do something for you? Or, too you?"

Twilight's blush deepens, she looks away and hugs you closer. "Wha-like what?"

"Grab your clothes and follow me."

Twilight lets you go and climbs off of you, then off the sofa. You lay still, your dick hard as steel as you watch her bend over and pick up all of the clothes on the ground. Both of you are only wearing underwear, and that's about to come off, you hope. You stand at last, not hiding a thing, and hold Twilight from behind. "Allow me, Twi."

She jumps as your manhood rides on her lower back as you lead her back to your bedroom. She drops everything and bends over your king size bed. Your animal brain takes over when your cock slips out of your boxers. You rest it between her legs and pull it up so it is contacting her wet panties. You push Twilight's legs closed around your long shaft and slowly fuck her thighs. Her soft skin grows hot and the sweat and natural lubricant makes her skin hotly catch with friction.

"Ah, do you have protection?" Twilight asks in a high, desperate tone.

"Yeah, lay on your back." You tear open your sock drawer and pull out your small stash of condoms. You've only used one in your three years of college.

"Holy shit," Twilight sighs when you turn around, your rock-hard organ captivates her. "It-it looks bigger than it felt when we were making out."

"Heh, thanks," you reply. "I think you'll enjoy this, Twi.” You put the rubber on the night stand, you won’t need it right away.

You get on your knees and put your face close to Twilight's dark blue panties. You place your pointer finger gently on the hottest part of her sex, pushing softly.

"Ah, fuck!" escapes Twilight's mouth.

You lick your lips in anticipation, brushing Twilight's stained panties again. You pull your finger down the length of her pussy, pressing hard towards the bottom. You can feel her walls are tight, even through the clothing. Just when you feel your fingertip begin to penetrate, you stop and listen. Twilight's sharp gasp turns into a desperate moan. You taste your finger, the strong flavor of Twilight's pussy stings your taste buds.

You move on, slowly removing Twilight's panties. You stare at Twilight's exposed twat, it's trimmed, somewhat. Enough so that cunnilingus is possible without getting a hair in your teeth. You gently spread her soft petals with two fingers, and a single drop of pussy fluid jumps out and lands on your ches.. She's absolutely soaked down here, and if you began to pleasure her you're sure she'd make the floor wet.

"Sorry Twi, I gotta get a towel," you tell her.

"No! Use your shirt or something, just don't stop!" Twilight's tone is desperate, almost pained. So is her gaze as she sits up and looks down.

You oblige silently, placing your shirt under her, just in time to catch the first drop. You waste no more time; you put two fingers on her clit and rub in circular motions and tease her opening with another two. Twilight's breathing becomes shallower and shallower, she's really sensitive.

Now, you carefully penetrate her pussy with one finger. Twilight gasps as her tight cunt clasps around your big finger, it's very hot in there. You gently wiggle your fingertip and push a little further inside.

Twilight writhes and moans loudly, her sexy body and voice are so fucking perfect. You finally get your finger all the way to her cervix, just as her lips reach your third knuckle. You massage the deep rim, and press to get deeper along the outside of it. You can reach anywhere and everywhere inside her, it's only a matter of time until you decide to please her special spot.

You pull out your finger watch the juices drip down your palm. You lick the drops off your hand but leave your finer soaked. You proceed to climb onto your bed and stick your finger in Twilight's mouth. She sucks it eagerly, using her tongue to massage it. "How do you taste?"

Twilight's lips smack as she lets your finger go. She doesn't open her eyes. "I taste... kinda like pennies? I've never tasted pussy before." She opened her eyes and flinched. Your rifle was aimed right at her eye.

"Sorry, he likes you! It's almost got a mind of it's own," you tell her, trying to keep her in the mood. You're worried you've gotten too kinky already.

"It's okay," she tells you. "Just startled me, is all. At least you didn't cum on my face or anything...." she trails off, gripping your cock at the base. She sucks on your finger and rubs her pussy and jerks on your dick at the same time.

"Want me to go on?" you ask. "I was just starting."

She says nothing, but gives your head a timid lick. "Yahuh, in a sec." She rolls over on her side and kisses your soldier on the helmet. She kisses it again, taking more of the tip in her mouth. She sucks on about half an inch of your red cock head, a trail of spit hangs between your cock and her lips. "Go ahead, stallion. Fuck, I don't know if I could take that thing."

"We'll fuck that bridge when we come to it, Twi," you tell her. "Now sit on my face."

You lay on your back and grab Twilight's ass, her dripping slit directly over your face. It looks so pristine, so perfect, then it hits you. She must be a virgin! a voice tells you. Fuck yeah! Oh no, I can't be her first, she's in college! It's probably magic, she's probably a whore. The thoughts flooding in are stopped by a drop water hitting your forehead.

You push those thoughts away and touch Twilight's hot lips again. You kiss her soft lips, savoring the amazing and horrid scent. You slowly penetrate her tight twat with two fingers, tickling and gently pushing inside. Her hot walls yield to your touch, and you reach her cervix again. You slowly thrust inside her, spreading your fingers slightly and exploring for the fabled place.

"Ah! Oh, right there!" Yes! you think. I've found El Dorado at last. You push again at the hard to reach place, to the left and down toward her stomach, hidden not too far inside. The little nub, it really is a nub, feels weird, like a sponge. Every touch makes her quiver. Her soft pussy trembles at your touch, shuddering with her knees and elbow at every tickle and quaking at every pinch. "Ah, oh god however you did that, do it again, harder! Yes!"

You feel Twilight's tongue on your erect cock, lapping against the tip of the shaft. She polishes your barrel with a dry hand and sucks the head into her lips.

You fuck her pussy a little faster, drawing out fluid which falls on your hair. "Fuck, Twilight, spit on that or something. No, wait!" You take your other hand and cup it under Twilight's pussy. You vigorously pump your fingers in and out quickly. You stimulate her g-spot with every push. You don't plan to make her cum yet, but you want to make her come close.

You, handful of natural lubricant in hand, slip out from under Twilight's hot twat. "H-here, Twi, let me give you a hand with th-HAhaha!" You throw yourself into a bit of laughter, almost spilling Twilight's juice. Twilight is a little too shocked to register.

You calm down and drop the fluid onto your shaft. It isn't much, but enough so that spreading it on with your hand feels really good. Twilight finally recovers and sees what you've done: masturbating her so that she could masturbate you.

"That's," she pants. "That is fucking ingenious. Just," she fell on her side with near exhaustion. "Warn me next time."

"Sorry, Twi." You decide to lay next to her, the hot lubricant cooling on your shaft. You grab her breasts from behind and gently massage them. The small mounds yield to your fingers. Your hands are sticky with her fluids, but the soft skin still slips and moves with your touch. You move your mouth to her earlobe and nibble on it for a little bit. You lick her ear and whisper, as softly as you can, "You ready for it?"

She bends her back at your inquiry. "Ah, I don't know." She moves her head to look at you over her shoulder, grinding her ass into your steel soldier. "It isn't on yet, the condom?"

"No. not yet." You kiss her cheek, then her neck, shoulder. "Sorry for being rough."

She wiggles around and lays on top of you, pressing her breasts and her weight on your chest. Twilight’s abdomen rests on your damp, rigid shaft. "It's alright," Twilight tells you. "I kinda like it, when it hurts a little."

Your cock would jump if it wasn't pinned between your and Twilight's stomach. She kisses you once more and grinds up and down, carressing the underside of your slick shaft with her belly. You kiss back, tasting and playing with her tongue. You grab her ass with both hands, groping and squeezing hard. You spread her cheeks and begin to meander to her hot slit.

"Hey!"

"Heh, sorry, wrong one."

"O-okay, I'm as ready for you as I'll ever be." Twilight lays on her back and spreads her pussy for you.

"Let's do this," you say back to her. You kneel between Twilight's legs and touch two fingers to her soft, exposed pussy. You slide them deep inside, but quickly pull them back out. Twilight's reaction is priceless. Now you take your rifle in one hand, aiming for her pink hole. You put the muzzle of your wide dick right on the opening and apply a little pressure. You increase the force slowly. Twilight's tight lips yield slowly, her face contorts into a pained expression, pleasure and pain must be shooting up her spine.

Suddenly, your head slides in, displacing a large amount of her natural lubricant. Her pleasured cry and pussy are extremely sexy. You take her legs and spread them wider, bending over her waist slightly more. You pull her waist down and push up, increasing the force little by little. "AH!" Twilight cries out, your head barely inside. "It's so thick, Tyler! God, if feels so good."

"You're so fucking tight, Twi, you alright?" She pants and nods, gripping the blanket in her fingers. You push harder, and another two inches slide in. Twilight's cunt is unbearably fine, her divine slit is eager to take your length. You begin to thrust back and forth, weakly pulling in and out. Twilight's small tits jiggle with your movement. You laugh quietly and keep fucking Twilight, faster and harder. Her pussy is like a vice grip around your long cock, there's no way you can penetrate her completely.

"AaaAAH!! Oh god, oh that feels so fucking amazing." Twilight praises. You take that as a clue, you thrust a little quicker, taking more time between to pull out a little. Twilight screams softly with each stab of your spear.

You stop humping and grab her chin. "Shh, we're still in the dorms," you whisper. As much as you wanna brag about your lay, it's only courteous to keep coitus quiet.

"S-sorry, it's h-ARD to n-OT scre-" You interrupt her with a hot kiss, bearing more force on her cunt. You continue thrusting into the fine being under you, passionately kissing and caressing her. Her fingers dig into your back, but you don't care. The pain is mild to the pleasure you're experiencing. You can feel every soft inch of Twilight's cunt as you pull out to the lips, then quickly push inside. Her walls yield fully to your girth, but hold tight around your sensitive organ.

You feel Twilight quake under you, and she breaks your kiss. Her eyes are open, looking a thousand miles beyond the top of your forehead. Her tongue has flopped out, resting outside of her mouth. She's fucking crazy, you think to your self. You can feel her hot hole clench tighter and tighter around you. Her soaked pussy is making noises as you fuck it, wet, carnal noises of hard fucking.

"Ungh!" You grunt as Twilight claws at your back and sucks you deeper inside. Your tip hits some barrier, and you realize you're hitting her end. Two inches of your shaft remains just out of Twilight's slit still. You pull out completely, but penetrate her again. You pull out to the tip, ram it home, pull out some more, slam her pussy again, again, and again. Twilight is hardly in control of her yelps of pleasure anymore. Thankfully, your girth has penetrated her brain, it seems, and she can barely make any noises. She pulls her torso up, arching her back and tossing her head backwards. Her hair whips your face.

You can feel your pleasure change. You feel primed to fire any second, a hot load won't wait long to explode and test your protection. Or, wait. What protection? Shit, where is it?!

"Ah, Tyler! F-fuck me!" Twilight cries out. "I'm gonna cum, fuck me hard!"

"Fuck, Twi," you unclench your teeth to respond. "I-I'm close, too."

"Ah, gyah, right t-there!" Twilight is on the precipice of her orgasm. You lean back and pull out, drawing a sharp gasp from Twilight. "No, nono keep going, Ty!"

"You get on top first," You order her. Twilight sits up on her knees, and you contemplate what to do. Let her ride, or fuck standing?

"I changed my mind, Twilight. Stand up."

"Come on, just finish me al-"

"I will," you tell her, firmly yet calmly. "You'll love it, I guarantee it." Twilight obliges and stands. Her slender, curvy figure is on display, and your ravenous hunger renews itself. You fight your inner primate and turn to quickly tear open the condom. You roll it on, careful not to bring undue touches.

Once wrapped, you climb over your messy bed and kiss her deeply. You take her in your arms, furiously caressing and indulging in her touch. She lifts a leg around yours, moving so close her midsection presses against the tip of your cock. You grab her ass, grabbing and pulling her soft skin closer to your able frame. She breaks for breath and looks into your eyes, her gentle face is beyond beautiful to you.

"Fuck me, Tyler," she whispers. "Do me standing, I need you now."

You grab her other ass cheek with a hard grip. "I know." You kiss her once, then bend your knees and lift her up in one swift, fluid motion. Your cock slides into Twilight's slit easily, parting her tight pink lips. She feels just as tight as before, but her legs around you and her mass on your spear makes it easier to penetrate deeper. You lower her all the way down, your head forcefully pushes on her cervix again. She whimpers and moans as you lift her by her butt, then thrust and let her fall a bit.

"Oh, yes, t-there! Faster, but not too hard!" Twilight's eyes clench shut, her mouth hangs open. You lift and thrust in a faster rhythm, but it's getting difficult. Your steel rod is beginning to throb harder, painfully so.

"AHHNN!!" You grit your teeth and try to hold back the flood. Twilight clamps her legs around you and kisses you, your tongues flail and move along each other wetly. She moans into your mouth and squeezes her arms tight around your shoulders.

Finally, the primer ignites. Your cock pumps hard, blasting out a thick stream of semen into Twilight's cunt. You grunt and continue ejaculating, for what seems like minutes, Twilight cries out too, you feel her hips shaking wildly. Your knees weaken with each shot of your load. Your brain feels like it's on fire as your cock continues unloading.

You finish, at last, and at last you can open your eyes and fully regain your balance. Twilight's head rests upon your shoulder, she is panting heavily. I did all the work, you think to yourself as you rest your head on hers. Together, you stand, your dick buried deep inside Twilight. She's trembling in your arms, obviously very satisfied, perhaps in shock.

"You alright, Twi?" you ask as you sit down on your bed, cock still nestled inside her womanhood. She pulls her head up and looks in your eyes with sated love.

"Alright?" she asks. "I just came harder than I have ever had in my entire life, and you think that's 'alright'?" She leans forward, prompting you to lay on your back. "I'm more than alright, Tyler." Twilight kisses you, slowly and gently. You move your lips with hers, sucking and tasting her saliva.

You roll over and pull your semi-flacid dick out of Twilight. Her pussy looks ravaged, spread slightly and the bright pink now a light crimson. There is no blood, thankfully. You kiss her lightly and stand with difficulty. You start for the door, you really need to piss.

"Where are you going?" she quietly asks you, worry lightening Twilight's voice.

"Just to the bathroom, Twi. I'll be right back."

You toss your used condom away, a rather large amount of thick white seed had coated and collected inside. You piss, get the cum off of your dick and wash your mitts. You venture back to the bedroom, where Twilight is curled up under the covers with a novel. You crawl under and spoon with her, reading over her shoulder. It's a very good read.

Your roommate Jake comes home and sees the sock on the doorknob. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU BRING TAIL HOME, BUT CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF OUT HERE, TYLER!"

"Eat a dick!" you yell back at the locked door. "Sorry Twi, that's Jake, my roommate. No respect, I tell ya."

You snuggle and kiss and lightly hump a little more until night falls, then Twilight snakes down the hall to her own dorm.

Rainbow Dash

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"Above the surface it seems quiet and calm.
Deep down below the wolfpack lurks.
To their own shore..." you sing quietly to yourself, the music motivates you to finish the set of reps strong.

You heavily set the dumbbell down with a loud clink. Your biceps burn deep, but you relish in your exhaustion. You turn down the metal blasting through your headphones. You lift your head, resting before one last set. The gym is pretty empty today, some moms walking on the treadmill, a guido flexes in the wall mirror, a rather lanky dude is struggling with the leg press. You change the song to the next on the album, you've listened to it many times over the years.

Just when the music stops, you hear a ring, but it's covered up instantaneously by a power chord. You look at the door, not expecting a distraction worthy of stopping. You were wrong, luckily. In the doorway is a thin looking woman, surely attending college here. Her unassuming grey hood almost hides her vibrant rainbow colored hair. You sit up on the bench and watch her slowly walk to the lockers. Your eyes meet, her bright magenta hold yours briefly. Time seems to slow for that moment, you feel like traffic outside must be crawling by. She smiles at you, as if she doesn't know you, but would like to.

She looks away, and time speeds forward faster than normal. You realize that the song you just started is nearly over. You shake your head, unsure of what just happened. You pick another song and continue lifting.

You finish your set and stand up, triumphant. "You done with that thirty pound set?" cuts through your music.

You turn and find the rainbow-haired girl, wearing a tight cyan sport top, barely anything more than a sports bra. Her light skin is taught over young, strong muscles. "Y-yeah, go ahead, just finished my set." You run your fingers through your straight dark brown hair. You regret not getting it cut last weekend.

"Heh, thanks. You come here often?" she asks you.

"Three times a week, just keepin' fit, ya know?" your routine is finished, your muscles are tired, but you can't leave. Not now, not when this gorgeous, sleek chick is around. "How bout you? Uh..."

"Ugh! Name's Dash. Rainbow, ungh, Dash." She can lift the same weights you can, but for her it's more strength training than muscle endurance. She's plugging away though, and goes through 20 reps, finishing strong before setting the weight down. "Nice to meet you..."

"Jake, just Jake. You come to this particular gym? I woulda remembered someone who could lift weights the way you do. Most people stop breathing and clench up when they curl, you breath through and focus the right muscles and, uh, sorry. I don't mean to ramble." You rub the back of your neck, standing to the side of the bench Dash took from you.

"Ya know what?" she asks with hostility. "Whenever a guy sees my working out, they say something like 'Go home, goth bitch,' or 'Look at that scene chick, she probably watches cartoons because they're not meant for her'. You haven't even mentioned my hair." She pokes your chest, surprisingly hard. "You think you can win me by complimenting my technique? By taking the high road?" Her face is in yours, furious and glaring.

You look to the side and smile awkwardly. "Uh, I, I don't eve-"

"Well," Dash whispers in your face. "It's a start." She backs off, looking at you with a smirk and an amused glare. She straddles the bench, her tight ass is spread by the red cushion. "I'll be here for a little while, want my number? I'm busy until six today with class, but wanna chill after?"

You blink, not sure what just happened. She hands you a slip of paper with seven digits on it. "S-sure, I'll text you then. Ever been to Shakespeare's Pizza on Columbia?"

She looks up and down your body once. "Yeah, wanna meet there?"

* * *

You sit down in a corner booth with Rainbow Dash, waiting for your order of one large pepperoni, ham, salami, sausage, bacon and shredded beef pizza. You don't have all that much to talk about. You've learned that she's attending college here in Canterlot under a track and field scholorship for sprinting and distance running, she's the best. You also remember that she offhandedly mentioned endurance and bed in the same sentence.

"When's that pie getting here, I'm starving!" she says in the general direction of the kitchen. Shyness isn't a problem for her, obviously. "I'm exhausted after practice today. What were you up to all afternoon, Jake?"

"I was just, uh, not really doing much. Had a few drinks with my roommate. He had some girl over and I was forced to clean up the living room. After class, I played some games, watched some po-retty good show called, uh, Archer. Yeah, that's a funny one, heheh." You curse your brain for almost revealing your guilty pleasure. If this tough chick found out you watched My Little Pony.... you couldn't fathom her response.

"You were gonna say porn," she says with a smirk. "You were totally gonna say that, I know you were!"

"N-no, no, I was thinking about Portal, the game I was playing, I swear." You don't even own Portal.

"Whatever," she says with an exaggerated gesture. "You don't have to lie, I bet it was some weird fetish stuff, too. God, does your roomie mind you spanking it on the couch to that stuff?!"

Several people turned and looked, but quickly hid their faces. A toddler laughed, not ashamed or comprehending what she was talking about. "Nah," you reply. Present company be damned. "He joins in. We sorta make a night of it sometimes." At least she isn't suspicious of ponies.

"That's pretty hot, who's bigger? You or him?" Rainbow leans forward and bites her lip.

You put your elbows on the table, your chin in your hand.

"You really wanna know?" Rainbow just nods and stifles a giggle. "I went to high school with him, so we showered in sophomore phys ed for a semester. Honestly?" You pause for dramatic effect, taking a sip of your drink. "His is pretty sizable. Mine's bigger though."

Rainbow Dash blushes behind her hand. "Really, then? H-how," she looks around for a second. "How big are we talkin' here?" You glance backwards furtively. No one is in the booth immediately behind you. You motion for Dash to lean in, but then you spot the pizza arrive.

"Sorry for the wait," the waitress says. She's not hiding the fact that she's had a bad day. "Here's your meaty pizza. Enjoy." She drops it on your table lazily.

"Hey!" Dash pulls on her sleeve. "You," she pauses, and looks really offended. Her face is still red. "You have yourself a fantastic evening, miss."

Rainbow lets go of her sleeve. The waitress smiles and walks away, a slight pep in her step. "That was, that was nice!"

"Yeah, so is this pizza, dork. Dig in." Rainbow looks sort of embarrassed, but happy about her handling of the disgruntled service.

You eagerly take a big slice of gooey, meaty pizza and take a big bite. The crust is crisp and crunchy, the sauce hot, the cheese melty, and the meat delicous. You and Dash silently devour two slices each. This is the perfect meal after exercising all afternoon.

Dash belches loudly and takes her third slice. "Sorry. Better out than in, I always say."

"So you're into cumshots, then," you reply, not missing a beat. Fuck, fuck, shit, fucking shit fuck, oh shitty fuck covered in fish piss, fucking hell

Rainbow Dash stops chewing and glares at you. "The fugh you shay?"

Goddamn shit fuck "I, uh, nevermind. I," Rainbow swallows a mouthful. You look up, fearing her gaze, and see her face is redder than ever. "I was trying to be clever."

"Try harder next time," Rainbow quietly screams at you. Her face is as red as the pizza sauce that squirts onto her plate when she angrily takes a bite.

"Y-yeah, sorry. I forget to turn on my 'dumb shit' filter on occasions."

Rainbow chuckles, nearly spitting out a little pizza. "No way, Jake." You both go on eating, the pizza is really delicious. A pair of boys get up near you. One stares at Dash's hair for a moment before scurrying off to the game room. You remember an air hockey table, a shoot-em-up game, a pinball machine, and a few other arcade machines stand in the back room. Dash looks over your head toward the game room. "Hey, what do they got back there?"

"Eh, a few games, I forget. What, wanna play something?" You happily welcome a chance to pave over your faux pas with a bit of competition. Dash takes a big bite of crust and stares straight at you.

"Think you can beat me at air hockey?" She takes another angry bite.

"There's only one way to find out," you reply.

"Loser buys dinner?"

"You're on, Dash!" You stand quickly, your head feels light and your vision fades for a moment. "Uh, after I digest. I ate too fast."

Rainbow burps again. "Fair enough." Rainbow Dash follows you back to the game room after you get a box for your pizza. You've already paid with your own money, but she's agreed to reimburse you. If you win. You put two quarters in and retrieve the little yellow disc.

"You ready, Rainbow?" You slap the puck down on the air table with force.

"You ready to pay up? Or, uh, lose and watch me play with fifteen dollars in your face?" You slap the disk hard with your paddle thingy, banking it off the side of the table and straight into Dash's goal. "Sneaky bish," Rainbow mutters under her breath. She returns fire, you block and launch the puck back. She catches it in the corner, and the exchange goes on...

"Lucky mother f-" Dash stops herself before she bruises virgin ears playing pinball. "Fine, you won." Rainbow drops her paddle down and sulks. "I'll pay, I guess. Here." She slaps three five dollar bills in your palm. "You're welcome for the pizza, I gotta run. Text me some time, okay?" Rainbow walks quickly toward the door.

"Dashie, wait," you call after her. She stops in her tracks, and slowly turns, a look of unbelief and surprise on her face. The two boys snicker. "Scram, brats." They turn and run out. "I don't give a shit about the money," you say, walking towards her. "I don't really even care about winning some stupid air hockey game. Hell, I don't care about a lot of things. But," you gently grab her hand and look into her light magenta eyes. "I found out I care about you. What do ya say? How about I use my earnings to buy a bottle of Jack, or a 12 pack of pabst and a movie, hang out tonight?"

She looks in your eyes and grabs your other hand. "You, no one's called me Dashie in years." She looks down at her tight T-shirt. "Are you some sorta mind reader?" She smiles and hugs you tight for a second. She lifts one leg, standing on her toe and whispers in your ear. "Your place or mine?"

You, hugging her back, feel her strong arms and small chest on and around you. Her hair that can span the visible light spectrum smells very nice and feels soft on your face. "My roommate's a cunt, how about we go to yours."

She pushes you back and slaps your face, but her disgust fades quickly to laughter. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry about that. I just got what you said," Dash says through laughter. You join her, your cheek stings a little.

"So, haha, we still on for tonight? I'm free."

"Ah, alright. Let's go, funny man, you buy the booze I pick out, and I buy the flic you pick."

* * *

"Almost Heroes?" you ask Dash in her car. "I've never seen this, but Chris Farley's on the cover."

"Don't worry," Rainbow says, turning on the stereo of her 2005 Mustang GT. "It's a classic, but we need to play some drinking games." She looks down at your crotch, where the brown paper bag holds a small bottle of Jägermeister, a can of Red Bull and a bottle of Crown Royal for good measure. "A lot of them." She quickly pulls out of the space and speeds onto the avenue. "Don't worry, I live right down the road."

Indeed she does, you reach her house before long. "You own this place, er," you ask as you step into her well furnished living space. The chairs and tables don't seem to match her tastes, but you find a distinction between some of the decor. Most is tasteful and stately, but some seems fresh out of a Misfits show.

"I moved into my aunt's place while she's serving in the Peace Corps. Most of this crap’s hers, but I party here occasionally. Some drunk fuck broke an end table, so I'm more careful about who I invite over now." She tosses her keys in a bowl and leads you to the kitchen. You put the bag and movie on the counter and take out the booze.

"You got a pretty good deal, then." You lightly converse wih Dash for a while, then kick the evening off with a pair of Jäger bombs and pour a glass of coke and whiskey. You and Rainbow sit on the couch and put in the movie. You both take one drink for every time Chris Farley yells out "AAOOUUHH!!", the Spaniard says "magnificent" or mentions his hair, and make up a few rules as you go. By the end of the movie, you have serious trouble standing. Dash isn't much better, but she's very apt to touch and be touched.

When the credits roll, you finish the last splash of your drink. "That was worth thuh wash, eh Rain-rainbow?"

"Lig I sed, classsic." She slaps your arm for emphasis. "C'man! Les armwressle!" She gets on her feet and stumbles to the dining room. You somehow follow her, sit across from her and stare her down. "You ain't got nothaaan!"

"Brig it, bish! One, two, TRHEE!" you focus all of your strength into just stopping Dash's arm. She makes some progress, and almost gets your hand on the table. You find your strength, and turn the tide. Now Dash is on the ropes and is fighting for her life. You have it in the bag, but a thought hits you. You let up just a little, feigning wavering strength. You contort your face and clench your teeth, still using most of your strength to make it look good. You match Rainbow's force, then shake down, match and let up, until you're on the ropes. Your knuckle barely taps the table, but you keep fighting.

"I herdyou hit! I win! Give up, Jake, I got dis!" Rainbow yells in your face and slams your hand on the table. "Aw yeah! Take it, who's the bish naow?!"

You slump back and put your hands up. "Alrite, alrite, ya won. Now what, your highness?"

Dash stops flaunting and looks up. "Ah could git used tuhthat. Adress me from now on as Lady Dashington!" She stumbles behind your chair and wraps her arms around your shoulders, rubbing her chest on your scalp. "What do you think about that?"

You grab Dash's clasped hands in one hand and reach up behind yourself, blindly finding her face. "If you're gonna rule, I gotta agree to the rules. Or else I'ma lead a peasant uprising!" You stand up and pull Dash onto your back. You try to give her a piggy back ride, but she crashes onto the table as soon as you turn around. "FUCK! Sorrysorrysorry Rainbow, you okay?"

She lays back on the table and laughs hard. She's hysteric, and looks extremely attractive, funny, fantastic in the snug clothes she's in. Her denim shorts reveal almost all of her strong, sexy legs.

"Lowly peasant!" Dash says on her back. "Your queen requires assistance at once." Her arms flail wildly up from the table, messing up her thin tank top. You can see a lot of her midsection, and a few gilmpses of her bra. "Her royalness is tired from running all ffffffffACKing day."

"Are the royal muscles sore, milady?" you ask in a bad british accent. "Dost thou wish for a massage?" Dash sits up and props herself up on her elbows. She looks at you through beer goggles and wears a dopey grin.

"You bet your sweet ass she does. Help me up!" You stumble as you pull Dash to her feet, catching her as she falls heavily into your chest. Your faces are close, your bodies closer. She brings her feet more under herself, and her thigh brushes against the slight bulge in your pant leg. Dash smiles into your face and squeezes her arms tight around you. "To my private quarters, serving wench," Rainbow whispers in your face. Your lips drift closer and closer, nearly touching. Dash backs off at the last moment. "Can I drop the royal shtick, yet?"

"I don't give a fuck, Dash," you say back. "Do you still want that massage? What's sore?" You bend your neck down and touch her forehead with yours, slowly and firmly rubbing her back and embracing her.

Dash bites her lip and rubs her hands up and down your back. "I'll show ya, Jake. I can tell what you need massaged." Dash presses her bare thigh into the bulge in your jeans.

"After you, Dash." She giggles lightly and skips down the hall. She quickly stops to balance herself on the wall, then continues slowly. You follow about three steps behind, the ideal distance to admire her tight, round ass. Up the stairs and down a long hallway is the master bedroom. The four-poster bed features a plush quilt, various feather pillows, rainbow colored draperies that matched the ones over the windows, as well as various posters and decorations.

"Swanky bed ya got. Wh-mMphm!" Dash cuts you off with a sloppy kiss. She breathes deeply and holds your face in her hands. Dash breaks and holds your cheek in one hand while the other not-so-subtly grabs your ass. Her cheeks are rosy, her breath slightly shallower than normal.

Dash kisses you again, breathing hard and holding her body close to yours. You hug her tight, feeling her chest press into yours. You slip your tongue into her mouth, she greets it eagerly with her own. You both stand still, making out with passion and drunken exhilaration. Dash breaks for breath, reaching down and holding herself up by holding your belt behind your back. She rests her head on your chest and breathes heavily for a moment. "J-jake," she quietly says to you. "I never heard how big your dick is."

You feel off balance all of a sudden. You take a half step back, feeling light headed. Rainbow follows your movement, pressing her entire body onto you. "Do you wanna know first hand?" you ask her.

Dash nods in the darkness. Her light face is lined by the ambient city lights filtering in from the window. "I'm not a big girl," she softly replies. "I'm pretty good with my mouth though. Watch, take your pants off and sit on the bed and watch." Dash gets on the floor and grabs a shoe box from under her bed. You remember her command and drop 'em and sit on the bed. You leave your rigid member in your underwear for now. "Can you see?"

"Not really," you tell her. "Is there a lamp around here?" You feel around in the darkness for some sort of end table. A flick behind you, Dash hops on the bed, a lamp on a nightstand casts a sexy silhouette of a nude Rainbow Dash crouching on the bed.

"I like the lights on, you cool with that?" she asks. You see a long shape in her hand.

"Yeah, how could I not be?" You turn about on the bed and face Dash. "What is tha-oh, OH! Oh. What are you gonna do-woah." Dash takes her thick dildo into her mouth, licking and sucking loudly on the tip.

You can almost feel Dash's tongue on your cock. She's working the plastic in her mouth like a pro. She grabs the base of the blue tool in one hand, the other plays with one of her small, perky breasts. She moans lightly and starts to push the length in deeper and deeper. She turns her head to the end of the bed and looks into your eyes. You can see the length of the toy outlined by the yellow glow of the lamp. It hides deep in Dash's mouth. She sucks hard, pooching her cheeks in, and pulls the shaft out of her mouth. You find your dick has slipped out and is proudly displayed against your light shirt. Dash may or may not smile, you can't tell.

Rainbow spreads her knees and stares straight at you. She opens her mouth wide, taking her toy as deep as she can. You hear a slight gagging noise, but Rainbow handles the phallic plastic, all the way to the base. She pulls it out and coughs once. "See? All the way down." She lazily places it on her night stand, and you can see her saliva on it.

"That," you point at the tool. "That was fucking hot."

Rainbow giggles and gets on all fours. "If I do that for you, what will you do for me? Or, too me?" Dash's long rainbow hair hangs over your rock hard cock, her eyes looking up at you.

"Anything you can think of, Dash. How many times do you think I can make you cum?"

Dash gasps slightly, her head bobbing down enough for her hair to tickle the head of your dick. "Less than five and... and, fuck I don't know. Just make me cum five times and I'll," she bites her lip and looks away and blurts out "I'll let you cum on my face."

She keeps her eyes away from yours. "I had no clue you actually did like cumshots, Dash." You laugh, enticing her to do so.

"I'm not really into them, but," she meets your eyes for a second before they drop to your erection. "Okay, I do like cum, at least in porn videos. I’ve never had a facial or whatever, but,” Dash holds her face in her hands. You can’t properly see, but you are sure her face is red as blood. She breathes deep and looks up. “Think you can do it?"

"You really wanna?” you ask in disbelief.

"There's only one way to find out. Lezdodis." Dash giggles and sits up on her knees. "You can use anything you want. I have to approve, though."

"Alright," you reply. "Get on your back." Dash props herself up with a few pillows and covers her pussy with her hands. You kneel down and move your face in. You move her hands away gently, exposing her soft petals. Her pussy is completely shaved, no hair to get in the way. You flatten your tongue on the skin above her slit and lick up to her belly button. Her skin is a little sweaty, but soft and warm. Her muscles twitch as you lick up, she's stifling a strong laughing sensation.

"Ah, stop! T-that ti-hickles!" Dash grabs your long hair and pushes you down and away. You move with her hand, but just lick her thighs instead. You can taste a hint of something sweeter on her slick skin. You lick up her right leg, almost to her wet lips. You slow down, quickly move your tongue up and around her dripping slit, and continue down her other thigh. You continue doing this for a moment, getting closer each time to her clitoris. "Stop teasing allready ass-hOAH!" You interrupt Rainbow by flicking her clit with the tip of your tongue. It tastes a lot sweeter than any pussy you've eaten. Still organic in flavor, you are reminded of Skittles, or maybe Starbursts. Your mouth waters, and you dive in for more. You kiss her soft petals, sucking and pleasuring them with your lips and tongue. Your tongue slips between them, licking up to the clit, Dash moans softly and arches her back.

"Mmm, now that's good eatin'!" You say with your throat. You take two fingers and spread Dash's lips. A small bit of liquid jumps out and hits your cheek. You wipe it up and taste it. Sweet and kind of salty, like fish. You smack your lips and lick the bottom of her spread pussy.

You tickle her hole, then slip the tip of your tongue up in her. "Ah!"

You laugh at Rainbow's reactions. "You love getting licked there, don' you Dash?"

"Sh-shut the fuck up and keep going, dick bag!" Dash's pussy is extremely wet now. You oblige, shutting up. You give her spread pussy a big lick, the exposed pink is massaged by every bump of your tongue. You lick from the opening to the clit several times. You tickle her pink hole, then let her lips close. You kiss Dash's clitoris and suck it a bit. Rainbow moans out hotly as it is sucked into your mouth. You suck harder, licking and nibbling Dash's sensitive clitoris inside your oral cavity. "Hahh~!! Fuck yeah, harder, Jake!" You suck harder than before, and stimulate Dash's slit with a finger. You don't penetrate, yet. You let her clitoris go again with a loud smack. Dash shudders at the sensation, a small amount of liquid squirts out. Her hips shake again, followed by a smaller spurt.

"Does that count?" you ask her mockingly. "Because I think I'd count that one."

Dash opens one eye and relaxes a little bit. "Y-yeah, that counts as an orgasm. I," she relaxes her lower body a little. "I'm kinda sensitive down there."

"I'll say," you reply, rubbing your fatigued jaw. "I didn't even penetrate. I mean, I've met sensitive girls, but that took like, ten seconds fl-"

"DON'T! Don't even say it," Rainbow Dash yells at you.

You shrug off her reaction and turn your attention southward. Her cunt was wet before, but now it is soaked. You lick your lips, your mouth is watering at the sight, as if you just stuck a sour candy in your mouth. You stick one finger in your mouth and cover it with saliva. Dash cries out sharply as you spread her soft, pink pussy lips with two fingers again. You lick her showcased slit from entrance up to clit, Dash cries out again as you prod her hole with a fingertip. You gently press harder and harder, your finger slowly slides in to the first knuckle, then the second.

Dash moans, breathing hard as you continue sliding your finger shallowly inside her. You twist your wrist around so that your palm is facing up. You take the one finger inside and push deeper. You reach in almost to the third knuckle and curl your finger upwards, pleasing towards Dash's g-spot. She cries out softly, her wet pussy excretes a little more natural lubricant. "F-fuck, right there!"

You keep tickling her sensitive spot, feeling it warm and expand slightly inside her. You look up to meet her desperate face, her mouth hanging ajar and her cheeks high with tension. You keep her eyes looking into yours, illuminated by the lamp light. You slip your second digit in, drawing a high, sharp gasp from Dash. You look back to her pussy, the sight of your two fingers deeply penetrating makes your steel soldier jealous. Instead of jerking yourself, you massage Rainbow's sensitive clitoris with the circular motion of two fingers. You circle your other fingers against her sensitive spot inside, pressing slightly harder than before.

"Ah, ah, oh my god, that, th-right there! Keep going, harder! I'm gonna..." Rainbow throws her head back and looks down again. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, Oh FFFUCK!" She breaths deep and fast, her hot, tight slit pulses and clenches around your fingers. You keep going, pressing harder into her extremely sensitive place hidden inside her pussy. You thrust your fingers as deep as they'll go, then curl them and press against her g-spot, even harder. Her tight walls now push your finger tips forcefully into her pleasure button. You bend your head down and suck on Dash's eager clit again. You hear her whimper and cum again, just as you bite down softly on the sensitive nub. You watch and feel as Dash's hips and pussy shudder in ecstasy, a series of hot spurts of hot orgasmic fluids hits your chin and grazes your bare chest.

You let Dash's sensitive clit out of your mouth and look up to her face. "That's two," you say gently to her. You give her pussy lips a tender kiss, your lips become soaked in her fluids again. Your dick has never been harder as you sit up and let Rainbow catch her breath.

"God damn, Jake," she says when she finds her voice. "You're good. Can you grab a towel from the bathroom?" She points to your right, the adjacent master bathroom door is open. "Shoulda grabbed one earlier, heh."

"Sure, Dash." You climb off of the high bed and make your way to the bathroom. It's small, but the shower is large. Her sink is a cluttered mess of combs, bottles, tooth brushes, hair brushes, cords and make-up. You grab the towel on the rack and walk back into the room. You find Rainbow resting her hands on the foot of the bed, bending her back and displaying her tight, round ass to the wall. Your jaw and towel drop in unison. She wiggles her ass and looks at you, the corner of a condom wrapper clenched in her teeth.

"I never said you only had to use your fingers to get me to five, Jakey."

"Fa-Jesus tap dancing christ on a greasy griddle in the middle of August!" you blurt out. "Let's fucking do this." You toss the towel you dropped in the general direction of the bed and take the condom out of Dash's bite. You rest your hard on on her lower back and admire her back. She giggles and grinds her ass in your groin. Dash keeps dancing as you fiddle with the wrapper and retrieve the rubber.

"Oh, yeah, slap my ass, Jake! Do it!" Dash looks over her shoulder back at you, bending over the side of the bed. You hold the glove in one hand and smack her cheek hard. "Yeah! Oh, god, again!" You slap her ass twice, each time a loud smack is followed by a piercing moan. "Ah! Quit fucking around Jake, and give it to me. I need that hard cock inside me!" You have the tip of your dick in the rubber, it's very, very tight. You manage to roll it down along your shaft and waste no time fulfilling Rainbow's request.

Dash spreads her legs wider as you position yourself behind her. You aim your spear at her slit and advance forward slowly. Dash lets out a sharp cry as your tip touches the lips of her tight twat. You find her entrance and press forward. Her hot hole is extremely tight around the head of your dick. Slowly, bit by bit her walls yield to your girth. It feels beyond amazing, even through the thin rubber barrier. The wet flesh seizes your tool, pulling your girth deeper and deeper. "Gah! You're so thick, Jake, easy!"

"I haven't even thrusted yet, Dash," you answer her. "You're so tight, I can't believe it." You push harder and pull on her hips. She cries out, her shrill voice a tense mixture of pain and pleasure. You completely fill her up, her slimy slit opens for your phallus. You can feel her final barrier at last, your head prods her womb. "A-all the way in, Dashie. How you doing?"

Dash looks over shoulder and down her back. "I-it's big, but it feels so good," she weakly says. "Mmm, just stand still, lemme do the work, okay?"

"Sure," you say back. You rub your fingers along her waist and watch as Rainbow grind her hips back and forth. She moans deeply as she presses her ass back against your waist, pushing your steel spear hard against her womb. She rocks her hips back and forth, slowly at first. Dash can't contain her pleasured moans as she slams her ass back against your waist again, and again, and again. Her tight pussy hotly slides around your erection, massaging you with its hot walls. You feel Dash's hips move faster and further, your cock slips almost all the way out before Rainbow slams it home. Every time, your head fills her completely with a wet noise.

"Ah! Yes! YES!" Dash cries out now as you thrust and pull her hips back in a fast rhythm. You feel her legs shake and her pussy quivers. "Harder, god I'm getting close again, Jake, fuck me! Yes!" Dash rests her head on her crossed arms on the bed and fully lets you take over. She releases a long, stressed moan. Her tight slit brings your pleasure to new heights, you can feel you limit coming.

Dash moans loudly and her legs flex slightly, spasmodically. Her amazing cunt twitches around your hard shaft. "Fuck, I'm gonna, ah, I'm gonna!" She trails off, biting the sheets. You hump her faster, her hips shake wildly a little bit of pussy fluid squirts out, audibly impacting on the hardwood floor. "Ahng!" Rainbow shrieks again, you pull her close to you and penetrate as deep as you can. Her pussy contracts and squirts again, a long stream of liquid shoots out and spatters your toes. You pull out to the tip and ram her once more, and once more she cries out and orgasms. Her back arches, you can feel her shaking pussy finally come to some sort of rest.

"God damn, Dash," you say, gently pulling out, your own pleasure must be put on pause for now. You stand Rainbow up and hold her from behind, your rigid shaft resting on her back as you fondle her soft breasts and kiss along her neck. Your balls hurt from coming so close to firing, but you ignore it.

"Fuckin' A, Jake. When you make me cum, you make me cum hard." Dash moves under your touch, her hot breathing comes down from a ragged and shallow gasping to a regular rhythm. She puts her hand on your face and brings it closer to hers. She moves her lips close to yours and whispers "Think you can make it happen again?"

"Damn sure," you whisper back. Rainbow kisses you deeply, turning around in your arms. You move your feet and stand directly in front of her, your foot is in a puddle of female ejaculate. You don't care in the slightest. You and Dash make out for a moment, feeling each other's bodies and sharing spit and breath. You move forward after a moment and pick up Rainbow by her tight ass. You sit her on her bed and break your kiss. Dash breathes heavily and sits up as you kiss down her body. You lick a nipple, teasing it, and pinch the other.

"Ah, no need for foreplay, dumbass, I'm already wet." Dash says and kicks your chest lightly. "How do you wanna do me now?" You look down to her toned thighs and her wet lips, then back up, drinking in her slender waist, her flat stomach, her small, perky tits, her sexy shoulders, her pretty face, her ruffled rainbow colored hair. You think to yourself, she's fucking beautiful.

"How about we get some music, and I'll let you mount me. Or are your legs tired?"

"I can do it," she says defensively. "Just watch!" Rainbow does a backwards somersault and stands on her knees. "My laptop is over there on my desk, just start it up and use my itunes or a youtube playlist or something. Password's 'paj20%'."

"On it!" You quickly set up Rainbow's computer and open up Chrome. You are shocked to see that she has a My Little Pony theme, featuring... Applejack? You disregard it, most of your blood is in your cock, anyway. You quickly pull up your favorite playlist and skip to track 112. You have a good hour of inspiring metal to hump to, then some really good ska. "Alright, let's do this!" You fly into bed, nearly knocking Dash over. She pounces on you kissing your chest and moving up to your face. You cup her cheek in one hand and tongue wrestle for a short while.

"Lay, lay down this way," Rainbow commands. You flip over and rest your head on a pillow. Your cock is standing straight up, tinted orange by the condom. Dash clasps her fingers on the base. She stands on her knees, straddling your waist and faces you. "Ready for a ride, cowboy?"

You look over her athletic body, grinning widely. "Aw yeah, you ready to hit five tonight?" Rainbow lowers herself down slowly, your tip just barely parts her ultra-sensitive lips.

"Ah, you better fucking believe it." Dash drops down, slowly at first, and slides down past the head of your rigid tool. Her tight slit engulfs your shaft, inch by inch, until Dash nearly has all of it inside her. "S-still fucking huge, too. Ah, god it's all the way in." Dash leans forward and places her palms on your wide chest. She rocks forward and back, slowly finding a gentle rhythm. The sensation of her tight cunt sliding up up and down is amazing, her hotness just magnifies the pleasure.

The music changes to a new song, and Rainbow tosses her hair out of her face. She looks down, and you meet her magenta eyes. Her mouth hangs open, she's obviously really enjoying the head of your cock reaching deep inside her. She smiles down at you and goes faster.

"Hey! N-not so h-hard!" Anthems of the Apocalypse kicks on, and you go into beast mode. You grab Dash's hips and pull her down, pushing your hips up into hers. "Ah! Fuck, easy, that k-kinda hurts, ya know!"

You let your ass fall to the blanket, Dash falling down on top of your cock heavily. "Sorry," you reply. "This, this fucking song." Dash winces, but keeps going. She sits straight up and grinds on top of your rigid phallus. She moans out in pleasure again and begins to slide up and down on your dick. Her tight slit still feels fucking fantastic. You feel your pleasure growing again, your pent up load is preparing to fire. Rainbow gasps again and leans forward, resting one hand squarely in the center of your chest. Her tight ass rises and falls, sucking your cock in and out of her perfect pussy. You spread your legs slightly and gently thrust upward in opposite time with Dash, rising with her fall and falling with her rising, making your cock almost slip out, but then slide deeper into Rainbow's hot cunt. You can feel her tight hole tighten even more, now, with every thrust. It's enough to make you grit your teeth to hold back your climax.

"Oh, fuck, Jake, I'm getting close again. God, yeah, oh a little, nyeuh! Yeah, right there, ha-harder!" Dash moans out louder with each thrust. She's so tight, so hot and wet around your rock-hard rod. "God, fuck me! Fuck me hard, make me cum again, Jake! My fucking pussy's tired from cumming so much, I need to cum again! AH! Gyeah, fuck me, fuck me hard!" Rainbow leans back and lets her entire body fall on your steel soldier. Her weight slams down onto your dick inside her. Her pussy tightens more and more, it's nearly painful. "I-I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Fuck me, yes! YES!!!!" Rainbow Dash climaxes hard again, her tight pussy clenching spasmodically around your shaft. She leans back and moans in extreme ecstasy.

Dash writhes in pleasure atop your throbbing erection. You grit your teeth and try to hold back the flood. Somehow, someway, you keep your seed from flowing out and testing the integrity of the condom. "Don't, move Dash!" you say through clenched teeth. You feel your limit is close, but fading. You relax your jaw and let out a breath. You open your eyes to see Rainbow Dash, naked and impaled on your spear.

"Holy shit," she hoarsely whispers down to you. "Four, everyone of them fucking fantastic. You," Dash paused and raises her hips to let you slide out. "You earned whatever the hell you wanna do, stud. I'm sure you won't have trouble getting me to five orgasms tonight." Rainbow lays next to you, panting softly. She cuddles in close and kisses your cheek. She nibbles your earlobe for a second and whispers to you: "If you want, you can even try my asshole." Your ears and your dick perk up at those words. You turn your head and meet Rainbow's eyes, she's smiling wickedly, biting her bottom lip.

"You want me to? Have," you turn your voice into a hushed whisper. "Have you ever tried anal?"

Dash shakes her head. "But when I use little Tank over there, I finger my ass sometimes. I know it sounds nasty, but..." she trails off, rolling over to grab her toy, "Little Tank", as she called it. The saliva on it had since dried. "But it feels really, really good. I hear some guys do it to get off, too." Rainbow idly licks her toy and stares down at your nearly fully erect cock. The repeated failures to launch may have taken some wind out of its sails. Rainbow suddenly perks up and stands over you on her knees. "Oh! I had a really dirty idea." She drew out the word dirty. "What if, what if, somehow, you fuck my pussy and I stick this up my ass, on full blast? Oh god," her shoulders shook briefly. "I'm fucking so ready to try it."

"I-if you want, I guess I'm down for it." You sit up, Dash just pecks you on the cheek and slowly rubs your tired phallus.

"Wanna take that rubber off? So you can, ya know," Dash trails off, but finishes her gesture by getting down lower and opening her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. "God I'm having so many kinky thoughts tonight. How 'bout you leave it on, cum a gallon like I know you will, and I take it off and drizzle it on my face?" You nod your head in consent, her extremely erotic comments leave you in awe.

"T-that s-sounds g-g-g-good, Dash," you sputter. You gulp down your ineptitude. "So, how you wanna get fucked this time? Straight missionary? Doggy style? You name it."

"I know what we should do, but we'll have to be kind of careful. Here, let me show you. Sit on your knees, or criss-cross applesauce." You laugh at the childish wording in such an adult situation. You do as Rainbow Dash instructs, kneeling. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and tells you to hold her up. She stands on her knees over you and carefully guides your head to her wet slit. The head slides in more easily than before, but her hole is still tight. She lowers herself slowly from a crouch until she can comfortably kneel. Dash tells you to keep holding her. She finds Tank and spits on it, then rubs her saliva all along it. Rainbow turns on the vibrator and puts it between her legs. Using both hands, she massages her asshole.

"Ah, ah god damn, it's been a little while since I put even my finger there. Ah! Oh jesus fucking christ, go ahead and fuck me. Slowly!" You press your hips upwards. Rainbow releases a high moan, you can here Tank buzzing away, muffled by her flesh. "I, I think I alm-OH! There it g-oes. Shit, Jake, this feel so amazing!"

You laugh lightly, barely able to concentrate. You thrust deeper and a little faster, Dash lowers herself to accommodate you and her toy.

"God, ah! It feels s-so good," Dash keeps pleasuring herself as you fuck her. "Ah, it's going deeper. Oh my fucking god, this feels too fucking amazing, Jake!" Your cock is massaged by the vibrations as well, her toy is strong enough to reverberate her flesh. You thrust harder and a little faster, her tight hole brings immense pleasure to you. You can feel your load ready to burst, you try your best to hold on just for a little more. Rainbow takes one arm and wraps it around your shoulders, holding you close. Her ragged breathing and moaning only turn you on more. She rests her head on your shoulder and releases a high-pitched whine of pure pleasure.

You hold her tight and repeatedly thrust upwards, deep inside her. You peer down her back to see her other hand shoving her vibrator up her other entrance, you hear and feel it inside her. You move your left hand down and grab her tight ass for leverage. Dash cries out softly as you pump her extra sensitive slit with new power. Dash breathes harder and speaks in your ear. "Ah, Jake, I'm gonna cum again! M-my fucking pussy feels so good, with you inside me. Oh, oh fuck! God damn, the d-dildo, can you feel it?"

"Nng, yeah. Yeah, I feel it," you coolly reply. It's all you can manage not to bust right now, and you feel like you fighting an uphill battle. "I-it's coming, Dash. You want it on y-your face? Fucking, fucking say yes!"

"Ah, fuck me Jake! Do it, fucking cum on my face!" You lift Dash up and lay her on her back, you feel yourself just about to blow. You pull out and breath, close your eyes and clench your teeth. You can hear Dash's shallow and fast breaths between moans, as well as the muffled buzz of her toy. You open your eyes to see her thrusting the vibrator up her ass and play with her pink pussy. You remove the condom, careful not to bring undue sensations. "Yeah, oh yeah do it! I-I'm gonna cum too!"

You drop the unused rubber and kneel down over Dash's face. "Suck it some," you command her. Dash takes one hand and strokes you throbbing erection and licks the precum off of the head. You feel the first pangs of you climax rush through your cock. "Ah, open up! Open~" You grunt and grab the base of your cock, aiming it stratight at Rainbow's open mouth. You firmly grasp it and explode. A thick, hot shot of milky seed impacts on Dash's forehead and nose, completely plastering her skin. You spurt another jet of steamy semen, most of it landing on her tongue and teeth. You try your best to concentrate through unbelievable release and keep your rifle on target. Load after glorious load coats her pretty face, staining her hair and drenching her skin.

You feel your dick twitch twice, a few drops of semen dribble down from the tip. "F-fuck. That was the best climax I've ever had Dash. Uh, Dash?" Rainbow lies on her back, blinded under a thick coat of cum. She spits out a mouthful of cum, it flows down her cheeks and her chin in a white waterfall. Or, cumfall, technically, you think to yourself.

"Jesus, Jake. You trying to drown me?" Rainbow replies. She wipes the jizz from her eyes and sits up. "It's all over my fucking face." She wipes her eyes again and tries to look at you, streams of warm semen drip down her face, to her shoulders, chest, or the sheets. They'll need to be washed for sure. "Want a kiss?"

"Fuck, Dash, you nasty!" you reply in a mock negro voice. "Sorry, that's what you get for teasing me all night." You crawl off the bed and toss the towel at Dash. "That was so fucking hot."

Rainbow Dash wipes her face as best she can. Sperm still clings to her hair, but her face is dry. Filthy, but dry. "I need a new towel. And a shower." You walk away to the bathroom and take a serious piss. You sigh with tired victory and let your stream hit the water. The relief is good. You feel much less inebriated, yet still jovial.

The sound of the shower turning on startles you. Dash’s face is quite a bit cleaner, now. “Shit, Rainbow,” you quietly tell her. “You scared the piss outa me.”

Dash slaps her face and laughs. “Ba dum, tish. That was a bad one, Jake.” She walks behind you and opens up her medicine cabinet. She retrieves some face wash and some toothpaste. She brushes her pearly whites, watching you piss. Normally, you consider yourself pee-shy. Now, however, you have no trouble. You finish up and flush.

Rainbow spits in the sink and rinses her mouth. She looks at you, but her eyes fall to your semi-flaccid cock. She looks back up, grabs her face wash and walks by you without a word to the shower. You wash your hands and join her. She rinses off the face cleanser just as you step in. You grab Rainbow by the waist from behind, then move your wet hands down her thighs. Instinctively, you get on your knees and just rub her wet skin.“What are you doing next week, Dashie?”

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You show the old door sentry your driver’s liscense. You hate and love how you look nearly eight years younger than you really are. You rub your freshly shaved face and stroll into the crowded Smoking Salmon to meet a friend and watch a hyped local singer. This lady is said to be pretty amazing, and her performances are rare.

The crowded dance club is one of your favorite spots in Ponyville. The booze is cheap, the jazz old and good, the singers talented and pretty. The entire scene is almost fictional, pulled out of an old movie. The clothes don’t match, but that’s okay. You take a stool at the bar and raise a hand to the bartender.

“What’ll it be, John?” the blond cutie asks you. “Usual?”

You turn away and rest two elbows on the bar behind you. “Yep, bourbon and coke on the rocks.” You cock your head to the side and spit to the bartender. “I’m sober still, so don’t use Old Crow. Crown or Black, I can tell when you mix it with water too!”

“Gawt it mista J,” she replies in a harsh mock-Bostonian accent. You laugh to yourself and watch the band play the last flamboyant chord. They were really hot as you were walking in.

The white-haired conductor showcases his band to the applauding crowd. “Thank you!” his booming yet unaided voice responds to the audience. “We’re the Freeloading Freddies, and we love comin’ here to the Smoking Salmon. You’ve been fantastic as always.” You turn around and grab your drink from Derpy, the bartender you are rather fond of, and tune out whatever this old coot is going on about. You sip your poison and lean on the bar in inward thought.

A shuffling of chairs and music stands on stage catches your attention. The band is leaving for the next performer. Most days there was just one, but weekends they had as many as five singers or bands. You remember back to seeing a fine dame in town playing a nice trombone solo with a-

“And now, it is my pleasure and honor to welcome Ivory Keys on the piano, and the illustrious, the ever divine and sublime talent, the one and only, Fluttershy, singing Ain’t Misbehavin’.”

Bourbon burns your nose when you hear that. You know that name. She’s not the most famous or voluptuous singer in Equestria, but she’s definitely one of the most talented sopranos you’ve ever known. She hardly ever performs. You eagerly turn around to watch the light’s dim. The red curtain on the small stage lifts to reveal a slender silhouette sitting on a stool, holding something in her hand.

The spotlight flicks on, perfectly illuminating the gorgeous woman known as Fluttershy. You feel a lightness in your chest and sit up straight. She is looking to the left, eyes closed. Suddenly, she opens her eyes, revealing her big beautiful blue-green eyes. It’s remarkable how beautiful they look, even from the bar. You take your glass and venture out to a table.

Front and center is a table with only two owners. Their identities surprise you. One is a friend visiting from Canterlot, Jake, with his date. You take the empty chair to his left, noticing her rainbow colored hair. She smiles and gives you a little wave and turns her attention back to the stage. You do so too. The singer before you is mere feet from where you sit. Her grapefruit-pink hair delicately flows around her face, just barely resting on her shoulders. Her snug white dress is stylish and sexy, in a simple and pure way.

The piano starts off with quick, ascending arpeggios, very nice and clean. Ivory keys descends the ivory keys and plays the melody to the familiar song. Fluttershy, wearing her beautiful dress that showcases her wonderful legs and other curves, put one of those shapely legs to the side and places a foot on the stage. She looks into the spot light and begins softly singing into the microphone. “No one to talk with, all by myself. No one to walk with, I’m happy on the shelf. Ain’t misbe-havin’, I’m savin’, my lo-ove, for you.” Her note changes linger in your ear like a whisper from point-blank. Fluttershy stands up with a martini glass in her hand and slowly walks to the piano as she sings. “I know for certain, the one I love. I’m through with flirtin’, it’s just you i’m thinkin’ of, ain’t misbehavin’, I’m savin’, my lo-ove, for you.”

Fluttershy sips her appletini and hops up on the piano. She crosses her ankles and leans back on one hand, the microphone in her other. Exactly where you are sitting, you get just the quickest glimpse up her dress and between her legs. The delicate v-shape of her underwear will be in the banks of your memory forever.

“Like Jackie Horner, in the corner, don’t go nowhere, what do I caare? Your kisses are worth waitin’ for. Beeelieve me.” Fluttershy’s big beautiful eyes open once more looking down. She moves her left foot with the melody and looks down at her glass. She swirls her drink and finishes the last drops during the interlude. She looks down at the front of the stage. She spies the rainbow chick across the table from you. She smiles wide, her eyes drift around the table and quickly lock with yours. Her gorgeous blue-green eyes captivate you, and she looks just as spellbound. She gets off of the piano and walks toward center stage, twirling her dress. She misses her entrance by half a beat, blemishing her perfect performance to look at you for an extra split second.

“I don’t stay out late, don’t care to go, I’m home about eight, just me and my radio. Ain’t misbehaivin’, I’m savin’ my lo-oove, for yoouu.” Her miraculous eyes twinkle in the spotlight, making her look something angelic. The piano ended on a sadly sweet note nearly as beautiful as Fluttershy’s. You feel closer than the five feet of stuffy air that separates you.

A foreign hand closes your slack jaw, Jake gives you a funny look. The cute rainbow-haired chick holds back a chuckle. The tempo picks up, and Fluttershy begins to dance, swaying her hips and letting her thin gown flow.

“No one to walk with, all by myself! No one to talk with, but I’m happy on the shelf. Ain’t misbehavin’, I’m saavin’ my love for you.” Her simple, light dress flows and flies with her hips, showing off plenty of her pretty legs. “I know for certain, the one I love, I’m through with flirtin’ because it’s just YOU I’m thinkin’ of. Ain’t misbehavin’, I’m savin’ my love for youuu.” Fluttershy lightly skips to the piano bench and sits on it backwards, moving with the accompanist's movements. “Like Jackie Horner, in the corner, don’t go nowhere, what do I CAAaare, Your kisses are worth waitnin’ for. Believe mee.”

Fluttershy’s delicate feminine frame stands up easily and gracefully. Suddenly, her tone quietens, and her humors turn much more timid. “I don’t stay out late, don’t care to go. I’m home about eight, just me and my radio.” The piano slows to half time and doubles the volume. Fluttershy reveals that it was all just an act and belts out the last line like a fat black lady in a gospel choir, her high soprano pierces and floats above the room.”AIN’T MISBehani’, III’M JUST Savin’ My love,” the piano stops on one leading chord, which resolves on fantastically. “Foooor yooooouuuuuuu...” Fluttershy closes her eyes and lowers the microphone from her mouth. You are the first person in the entire place to erupt with enthusiastic applause, leading the charge of clapping, wolf whistles, whoops and shouts.

The spotlight remains on as Derpy hurriedly rushes a glass of water and another appletini onstage. She stumbles, but doesn’t spill a drop. You watch Fluttershy accept her beverages, you read her full lips as they say thank you. “Thanks so much everyone, this a fantastic audience.” Fluttershy’s singing voice is deceivingly confident. She’s very shy, and addressing even a hot crowd is difficult for her. You can’t imagine if the crowd was displeased, if such a thing was possible. “Now, uh, let’s hear it for Ivory Keys, the amazing man over here playing the piano!” She motions towards him, he turns around in his seat and gives a warm smile with a short bow. He is wearing a modest tux and flashy shades. “And now, ‘A Nightingale Sang in Berkely Square’.”

A much milder applause comes as you watch her turn and grab her stool. She places it center stage, once more just a few feet from you. The piano picks up in a sad, yet happy, hopeful, lovestruck minor key. Fluttershy’s voice is like a quiet, lovely earthquake in your heart. A tap on the shoulder brings you back from a world made of her amazing beauty.

“Another Bourbon and coke, Johnny?” Derpy asks in your ear.

“Y-yeah, put a wiggle in it,” you reply hastily in a hoarse whisper, eager to return your attention to the performance.

“A what?” Derpy asks, a little loudly now.

You turn around and realize she’s already holding the glass. “Uh, nothing. Thanks, take this empty.” You drink the last drops of the old drink and hold the new one in your hand. “Thanks.”

Before you realize, Fluttershy’s on her last, breathtaking note. A quieter applause for a more somber song is once again started by your palms. “Thank you all again, so much. We have only time for one more, but I think you’ll really enjoy it. ‘Fly Me to the Moon’.” Secretly, you’re very sad about not being able to sit and listen and watch and drink for longer. But, she’s going to sing a real classic tune. Maybe she’ll take a slow tempo. You sip your drink and watch her tap the tempo on the piano lid. She steps beside the piano and inhales. “Flyyyy me to the mooon, let mee swing, among the staaars...” You feel an intense longing in your chest, bourbon does little to sooth the burning desire. It’s as if a hot coal is where your heart should be, the drink does little to cool it. Instead, it just flows around magically, drawing off the slightest excess heat.

Jake leans over and talks in your ear. “John, Rainbow knows this girl. We could go backstage, if ya want.”

You turn and look straight at him. “Really?” You gain some composure and act more aloof. “That’d be pretty cool. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah? I see ya droolin’. Bring your bib, binky boy.” Rainbow, as she’s aptly named, leans and whispers in something in Jake’s ear. Whatever it is she said, it makes him react. Jake leans back over and talks again.

“How bout we introduce you two? She’s single, ya know. High standards and shyness, so on and forsooth.”

“No way?” you almost yell. “Yes, do that. When?”

Jake looks quickly back to Rainbow, then to you. “Now?”

“S-sure! Let’s go then.” Fluttershy, mildly inebriated and drunk in song, didn’t even notice the three get up and walk stage left.

Rainbow says something to the usher at the door to the stage, shows him a laminated bit of paper and before you know it, you’re watching Fluttershy as she lays her head down on the piano lid. She’s following her own time and volume as she lays on her back, but her pitch is vibrantly perfect. “In other words, in other wooords, pleease beeeeee truuuuueeeeeee.” With her final note, she sighs and lays her hands over her chest. You can just see her knees and the surprisingly large pair in her dress. Applause explodes again, prompting for Fluttershy to sit up and fix her hair. Her grace, her sublime and divine beauty, her cute way of fixing her appearance is the most amazing thing you’ve ever witnessed in your twenty-six years.

She stands and bows, displaying the curves of her beautifully curved posterior slightly.

You shake your head and gather your thoughts, you can’t let her slip away. She’s too gorgeous. “Hey, w-what kind of things does she like? What should I say? Wha-”

You turn back to the stage and watch Fluttershy address the wild crowd. “Thank you all so much! This has been a fabulous evening with a fabulous audience. Grab a bite or grab a drink at the bar and come back to the Salmon soon! Goodnight!” Fluttershy sets the microphone in a stand to the side of the stage and skips to toward where you are standing in the dark.

“She loves animals and nature, you’ll do fine, John,” Rainbow says to you with a strong clasp on the shoulder. “Besides, you’re tall dark and handsome. You’re as good as in.”

“T-thanks?”

“Fluttershy!” Rainbow lets go of your shoulder and flies forward to catch Fluttershy in her arms. They spin around once and hold hands. “That was so awesome! I lost it at the end of Nightingale, that was beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks, Dash.” The sound of her natural voice is so mild, so gentle and pleasant you can hardly hold in amazed laughter. She’s so pretty in the dark backstage, too. Escpecialy when she’s so close, just one step away. “I noticed you three were gone, and I was a little worried that, uh, maybe you left.” She quickly looks at you and says very quietly to Rainbow, “Who is he?”

“Sorry, I have no manners. Fluttershy, this is John, he knows Jake from college. I know, I know. He’s really sweet, though. He never got in trouble like Jake. John, this is Fluttershy, if you didn’t know. She’s really sweet.”

“Hi, Fluttershy,” you manage to say in a rather suave tone. “I loved your performance, and when I found out I could come back here to meet you, well, I couldn't let that opportunity go, now could I? Before I know it, you’ll be in the biggest concert halls across the world.”

Fluttershy smiles sheepishly and looks right at you in the dark. “Thanks, I’m glad you, uh, really liked me that much.”

You laugh lightly and put your thumbs in your belt loops. “Oh, believe me, that was amazing. Hey, I imagine a star like you has things to do. If you want though, would you want to, maybe, grab a drink?”

Fluttershy perks up, blushing slightly. “Oh, um, I’d,” she twirls her hair with one long finger and looks into your eyes. “I’d love to. Where would you like to go, John?”

Hearing her say your name, it’s amazing. You feel light-headed for a moment. “Wha-what do you think about the bar here? We, we could go anywhere in town.”

Fluttershy’s eyes go wide, wider than before and stare past you. “What? What’s wrong?” You turn and see Jake and Dash, Rainbow Dash?, exit through a back door. “Hey, YOU DROVE ME HERE! Dammit. So, uh, Fluttershy. About that drink, what’s your poison?”

“Oh, um, I like, well, appletinis, tequila, margaritas, long islands, sex on the beach, stuff like that. How about you?”

“Bourbon and coke, usually. I like vodka and voltage alright, though. Come on, I’ll buy tonight.”

Fluttershy stands at your side. Her pink hair is fragrant and looks really soft. You have trouble keeping dirty thoughts at bay. “John?” Fluttershy asks you softly. “Can we go to a different place? I don’t like some of the men around here. Too, too grabby. You seem really nice, though.”

“Sure, I understand. The Carlin is just two blocks from here. Or my appartment is just another two blocks past that, I have tequila and margarita mix there.”

Fluttershy grabs your arm suddenly. She may be a little tipsy already. “What’s your place like? I mean, if you’d want to drink from your own cabinet.”

You hold her hand on your bicep. “I love to sing, but...” She trails off, resting her tired head on your shoulder. “But sometimes mean and drunk guys really get to me. You’re nice though, I can tell.”

“Yeah? I guess there are plenty of jerks out there.” You pause and inhale her intoxicating essence discretely.

“How about we just head to my place for a quiet night alone. What do you say? You, the best performer I’ve ever seen, and me, some lowly actor fresh out of college. We ought to make a sitcom.”

Fluttershy laughs and looks up at you with those soft-boiled eyes. “Uh, sure. You’re an actor then?”

“I’ll tell you all about it on the way,” you begin to walk towards the rear door. “So, you been in Ponyville long?”

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“I love the classics,” Fluttershy says as she’s sitting on your couch with a glass of tequila and limeade. “I really do, but I sing and memorize them everyday. This stuff, on the other hand, this is nice. It’s soothing,” she looks at her drink, then into your eyes again. “Just like you, your eyes. They, when I look at you I see so much, emotion, safety. Oh, I’m sorry, I’m going on and on. I’m such a chatterbox.” She stares into her drink and pouts, her bottom lip makes her all the cuter.

“Aw, not like I mind being flattered or anything,” you assure her from the other side of the couch. You sip the last of your soda and vodka, it was a vile concoction. You feel pretty drunk as you set your empty cup down, unfortunately. Fluttershy’s beauty is rather sober. It’s delicate and ideal, you define her figure as the embodiment of perfect beauty. Fluttershy’s is a talented and quick mind. She also has a kind and gentle demeanor, soft, wide curves and beauteous eyes. You just sit and watch Fluttershy watch her glass, letting the music play around you for a song.

At last, you say “Fluttershy?”

“Yes, John?” she replies, her curious face and steal your heart all over again.

“How do you feel right now?” You lean back and rest your head on the back of the sofa.

“I,” she hesitates, blushing a deep rosy pink. “I’m tired of going to bed alone! There, I said it.” You sit up a little and look to Fluttershy. “And you’re fantastic and smart and interesting and tall and handsome, I, I,”

“I was just curious as to if you wanted another drink.” You sit up, losing a bit of balance but holding on. You scoot close to Fluttershy and take her hand. You sway just a bit when you sit up. “I understand, Fluttershy. I’ve officially moved in here as of a week ago, I’ll be here for you.” You damn your alcoholic drinks, slurring your speech in the slightest. “Either that or at the Smoking Salmon to watch you.” You shift in your seat and take her other hand. “I, the moment I met your eyes tonight, I knew you were special, and I hoped you saw something in me. Oh, Fluttershy you have no idea how happy you’ve made me tonight.”

“John, I...” She trails off, sipping and setting down her drink. Panic and fear runs up your neck. “I, I can’t tell you how amazing you are.” Fluttershy flings her arms around your shoulders and knocks you on your back. You lay looking up into her pretty, fragrant pink hair. You hold her petite frame close, drinking in her large chest through three layers of fabric. She just holds her face to your shirt for a moment, then moves to lay her head on your shoulder. You rub her back and arms with strong hands. Her bare shoulders are very warm and soft. You want nothing more than to sit her up and kiss her lips.

Fluttershy turns her head and whispers in your ear. “John, I hate this dumb fabric.” She pauses and breathes deeply, you can feel her torso rise and fall on top of you with her hot breathing. “I don’t want to move too fast, but I really want,” she pauses, you can feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. “I want to have your bare chest touching mine. Can I take it off? I mean, if you want me to.”

“Yes, Fluttershy.” You hold her head in one hand rub your cheek against hers. “I’m ready for anything you want.”

Fluttershy moves to your face and presses her lips to yours, briefly but hard. You break to meet her eyes again, those fantastic, bottomless eyes. Her timid face hovers for a second, then she moves in for a longer, gentler kiss. You hold her waist and face in either hand, kissing her back with passion.

Fluttershy moans softly and breaks the kiss, breathing deeply. She looks at you, smiling, and turns to unbutton your shirt. She gets through them quickly and exposes your chest. Fluttershy sits up and rests her hands just above your belt, lightly running her slender finger up and down your skin. “J-john, I’m no girl. I, I want to feel good tonight. How about you?”

A tightness develops in your black slacks as her weight presses into your legs. ”I’m a man, Fluttershy. I got urges to satisfy, and I got urges to satisfy your urges, too.” You unconsciously press up with your legs a bit, massaging your hardening length a little.

Fluttershy blushes crimson red and stands up on the carpet. “Just, be gentle, okay?” Fluttershy asks.

“Nice and slow, I promise.” You turn and take your shirt all the way off, watching as Fluttershy lifts her dress over her head. You stand quickly and catch it out of her hands just before she throws it aside. You put a free hand on Fluttershy’s slender, curvy waist and drop her dress. Your vision fades around the edges, you feel blood finally return to your head.

“Oh, John. Take me, take me anywhere tonight.” Fluttershy grabs your waist and pulls herself close, her round breasts press into your chest. She buries her face between your mandible and shoulder, kissing and nibbling at your neck. You look down and inhale the sweet scent of her fine hair. Your hands move in opposite directions on her back. One goes toward her shoulder, the other to her round plot. You feel Fluttershy’s hot breathing flutter for a moment as you gently grab her soft rump.

Fluttershy pushes softly on your chest with both hands and looks into your face. “John, you’re,” she trails off, smiling and sighing with love or some other exasperated emotion. “You’re magical. Touch me, everywhere.”

You let Fluttershy sink into your chest again as you caress her back, working down to her soft pink striped panties. Your fingers dive underneath easily, allowing you to feel her soft skin of her fantastic ass. You grip it firmly and pull her up and towards the couch with you. As you sit down, you slowly slide the underwear off. Fluttershy giggles and helps you. She doesn’t join you on the couch, however.

Instead, she saunters to the stereo system and bends way over, swaying her delicious hips as she turns the volume up only two notches. You watch from behind and take off your belt. Fluttershy stands up straight and expertly opens the clasp of her bra. She turns around, holding her brassiere to her chest. Her dainty hands seem like they can barely hold up her amazing rack.

Fluttershy laughs and lets her bra fall down, off her arms. She stands before you nude, a private display more beautiful than a roman statue. Fluttershy puts one foot in front of the other, making her the short way over to you. She kneels down and spreads your knees with her hands, staring at the bump in your pants.

“Does, does it hurt to have it trapped like that?” Fluttershy asks. “Poor thing, I bet he just wants to come out and play.” Fluttershy looks up at you with a shy, lustful grin, taking the button of your pants in her fingers. You simply smile back while your heart beats a thousand times per minute.

Fluttershy slowly unbuttons and unzips your pants, then you help her remove them. Your erection indignantly bulges your boxers. Fluttershy’s eyes grow wide as she gazes down at your penis.

“That feels so much better, Fluttershy. Can I call you Shy?” You sit up a little and watch Fluttershy as she prepares.

“Mm hmm!” Fluttershy eagerly replies. Fluttershy remains silent and gently touches your shaft through your underwear. She admires it silently, taking it out through the slit of your boxers. She squeaks when the full length emerges, rigid and proud. “Oh my...” Fluttershy stands and moves to straddle you on the couch, rather awkwardly.

“Want it now, Fluttershy?” Words are barely necessary now, you can feel her womanly lust in the air dance and tease your own hunger.

Fluttershy nods and gently massages your shaft under her glistening lips. “Get some blankets and let’s fuck on the floor.” Her timid nature had transformed to be surprisingly assertive. You nod and move to a hall closet to retrieve a thick blanket that was banished to storage. It’s thick, warm and soft to the touch.

“I want that cock, John,” Fluttershy says, sitting on the blanket you spread on the carpet. “Just lay back and fuck me.”

You undress completely and lay down on the soft blanket, the soft fabric soothes the skin on your back. You adjust and fidget to get comfy. You look down to watch Fluttershy mount you, but you see that she has moved her wet sex over your face, her shoulders are facing towards your feet. “Is, is this okay?” she asks, looking over her left shoulder.

You respond with a playful lick that draws another squeak. Her wet lips adorn your tongue with the familiar taste of a vagina, ready for penetration. The complex and organic flavor is somewhat more mild than you expected, bringing tea to mind, of all things. You grab Fluttershy’s taut ass in both hands and pull your muzzle to her dripping slit. You generously massage her clitoris with circular motions, enticing high-pitched moans and shaking hips. Fluttershy bends over and stands on all fours, but you don’t stop for a second. You feel her hair tickle your head. Fluttershy’s hot breath flows around your sensitive soldier, she’s breathing irregularly due to the pleasure.

You feel her hot tongue move around on the head of your cock. The soft wetness sweeps around your sensitive tip, stimulating and lubricating it. She kisses the head and sucks the end into her lips. She slowly laps the head and slips it further into her skilled mouth.

You breath deep and lick her entire slit from the clit to the other end. Your tongue slides in between her wet petals, which spread a little for your tongue as you tease her entrance.

“Ah! Ah, John, that’s it.” Fluttershy’s voice is weak, she only breaks for a moment before sucking again.

You flex your mouth muscle and push into Fluttershy’s hot twat. Her muscles flex and clench your tongue reflexively. You flick your tongue around inside her in the pattern of the alphabet.

As you reach “z”, you retract your tongue and rest your tired jaw. Fluttershy is soaking wet. You breath deeply and rest your neck and mouth, watching Fluttershy’s hips sway slowly. She doesn’t stop sucking your rock hard erection as you rest.

You lay back and enjoy her warm, wet mouth. Fluttershy can get most of it in her lips, sucking hard and massaging with her tonge as her head bobs up and down. You rub your jowls and go back to Fluttershy’s glistening petals. You admire their perfect shape, tenderly kissing and nibbling her soft pink lips. You lick and kiss Fluttershy’s clit for a bit, drawing highi and stressed moans from her.

Fluttershy pushes her ass into your face and sits up a little, letting your cock out of her warm mouth. “J-john, I need you.” Fluttershy turns around, sitting on your chest. “Do me, any way you want,” she says quietly, her low volume is deafening to your highly aroused mind. Countless positions and scenarios flash through your mind, but then you decide. Nothing would be more perfect than to see the beauty of Fluttershy moaning and panting underneath you.

“Lay on your back, Fluttershy. You’re going to love this.” And you know she will. Her tight pussy is positively parched for a prick. Fluttershy lays down and lays her head on a pillow, then spreads her legs wide to show off her perfect pussy.

“Be gentle,” she implores you with her small voice and large eyes. You nod assent and position your tool between her legs. The tip pokes her sopping slit the slightest bit, causing Fluttershy to jump slightly.

You smile to reassure her, slowly entering her. The tight walls part for your head, the wet entrance sucks your cock in slowly. You push inside, gently yet firmly into Fluttershy’s tight vagina. She feels so hot and great inside. You start to move your hips slowly, thrusting deep inside Fluttershy. Your cock reaches all the way into her close cunt, sliding wetly in and out.

Fluttershy throws her head back and shrieks with her high voice. You begin to really hump her, your sensitive organ reaches all the way to her cervix. You stop when you feel about to burst, Fluttershy’s snug sex sucks you deep as you can go. You feel her lips wet the skin around the base of your thick shaft, you’re so far inside.

“I-I’m so close, John! Finish me! FUCK ME HARD AND MAKE ME CUM!” Fluttershy screams to you. You feel almost to busting already. “Fuck me and fill me, cum inside John!”

You grunt and slam her pussy hard, disregarding rest. She’s not concerned about being gentle, obviously. You pull out to the very tip, relishing the tingling sensations it brings, and pound your head home.You retrieve your tool and thrust again, again, each time harder and faster, bringing growing cries of pleasure from Fluttershy. You feel her cunt tighten aroung your pumping shaft. Her hot hole is briniging the highest pleasure to you both. Your cock throbs deep inside, you are unsure how many seconds more you can hold back the tide.

“F-Fluttershy, I’m near my limit,” you hoarsly say. You haven’t made a noise for a few minutes, so making a smooth tone is tough. “I’m gonna cum, are you, ah, are you clo-”

“I’m so close, just a little mo-oar! Yes, Jo-ohn, right the-ere!” Shy’s voice shakes with every thrust. You take one hand and massage her clit, your other finds her sopping-wet breast. You rock back and forth quickly with your hips. You watch one of Fluttershy’s heavy breasts bounce up and down underneath you, her fists clenching the blanket and her mouth open, her eyes clamped shut. You pick up the pace, finding just the frequency to make her tits fly up and down the most. The one in your grip is amazingly soft, you carefully squeeze it with all your fingers.

“Jo-o-ohn! O-oh J-o-ohn! Y-e-es- A-aa-ah!” Fluttershy cries out with every thrust now. “I’m go-on-na c-c-cu-UUMMM!!” Fluttershy arches her back and her cries are caught in her throat. You keep thrusting, letting all resistance go and focussing only on bringing about maximum pleasure. You feel a trigger pull in your groin. You thrust hard and push deep inside Fluttershy’s pulsating cunt just as the base of your cock flexes. You feel your hot, milky seed speed out into Fluttershy’s shaking pussy, the relief of climax is the best. One shot, three, six, eight, nine amazing spurts of white relief fill Fluttershy’s fine feline.

“Ngah!” You gasp and breath heavily, sweat running down your back, chest and forehead. Your testes ache from unloading so much, and your abs are burning a deep, good burn. “Fluttershy, how are you doing?”

Fluttershy lies panting under you, her slick skin glistening in the soft light from the kitchen. “That was,” she stops to breath and collect her thoughts. “Nice. I feel, I feel so amazing.” She turns to look straight up at you. “You’re so amazing, John. Hold me?” She stretches her arms up at you.

You leave your exhausted dick inside and lean down to kiss and hug and fondle. Your lips tiredly move with Fluttershy, you feel suddenly drained. When her tongue searches for yours, you eagerly meet it and return her affectionate kiss. Finally you break, you need to answer a call of nature, and there’s no call waiting.

“Hold that thought,” you whisper into Fluttershy’s face. Your flacid member slips out, along with an impressive amount of thick cum. You need to piss, but the sight of the semen flowing out of Fluttershy’s fucked hole is perversely tantalizing. You kneel back down and spread her pussy with two fingers. A little more flows out in response. A small puddle collects around where Fluttershy’s skin contacts the fuck-mat.

“John,” Fluttershy says seductively. “Can I have a taste?” You return her half-lidded gaze with a blank expression. Then the meaning strikes you.

“Yeah, hell yeah.” You dip two fingers deep inside Fluttershy, she giggles to cover a pleasured sigh. You draw out two stained fingers, pulling out plenty of semen with them. You take all four fingers and dip them into the pool, collecting a small amount. You carefully bring them over the center of Fluttershy’s chest, losing a few drops on the way to her mouth. She opens wide and lets several hot strands of cum fall onto her tongue, teeth and lips. This is some kinky shit, you think.

Fluttershy pulls your sticky fingers to her mouth and sucks each one dry individually. She opens her mouth wide, showing off the cum. Fluttershy closes her mouth and dramatically gulps, then proves she finished it all. “Oh, was that wierd?” She asks, timidly. “I like the salty taste. Is that odd? Tell me it isn’t odd, John.”

“Hey, Shy. If you like to eat cum, I have nothing wrong with it. I think it’s fucking sexy.” You lean in close to her face. You whisper: “Just don’t expect a kiss.”

You stand and move to your own bathroom. You rinse your hands and proceed to piss in the pot. The relief is fantastic, you were holding several glasses of scotch and a vodka drink in for hours. You notice Fluttershy in the doorway just as you flush.

Fluttershy lifts her shoulders and looks down shyly. “Oh, oh my. Do you have an extra toothbrush?” Fluttershy asks sheepishly from the doorway, looking up at you with her pouting eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” you tell her pointing with one stained finger at the medicine cabinet. “The one with the blue handle is new, never used it.” You your fingers and wait for Fluttershy to ready her toothbrush. Your dick is wet and slimy with cum and female orgasm, but you don’t really mind that much. This is partly because you just had sex, and partially because you’re still slightly drunk. You decide to push your luck, Fluttershy’s so beautiful and seems to like you so much.

“Hey Fluttershy, that toothbrush could be yours, if you wanted. I mean, if you wanted to live here, with me.” Your heart sits on the top of your throat in anticipation. You try your best to contain it.

Fluttershy stops brushing and looks at you with her enourmous eyes. White foam hangs on the corners of her mouth. Tears seem to come to her eyes. She squints to keep them back, batting those long lashes, too. She carefully wraps her arms around your shoulders and hums, agreeing. You hug her tight around the waist, feeling every inch of her nude skin against yours. She’s such an angel, here in your home, in your arms, your seed flowing out of her sacred hole and onto your favorite blanket. You don’t care about the last part, the rest is too good to be true.

She lets you go and holds up a finger, then goes back to brushing, smiling gently. You decide to use the tub to rinse off your dick and go attempt to clean up.

With about a dozen tissues, all that remains of your coitus is a crusty stain that will wash out. Fluttershy catches you from behind when you to toss the wad, feeling your toned abdomen and pressing her breasts into your back. You feel a tired stirring in your groin and hold her face that rests on your shoulder. “Fluttershy,” you whisper.

“John,” she replies even softer.

“Wanna sleep on the floor with me? Just holding each other?”

Fluttershy slowly nods, rubbing her beautiful face on your neck. Her fragrant hair is soft and nice. “We can do it again, if you feel like it. I’m tired, but I still want you.” She snakes one hand down to your semi-flacid member and softly rubs the underside with two fingers. ”I want you, not just this.”

You turn around and kiss her fresh mouth, passionately pressing your lips to the mintiness of hers. You break, a bead of saliva hangs between your close face as you stare into Fluttershy’s beautiful eyes. “Fluttershy, I...”

Fluttershy stands on her toes and presses her lips to yours, briefly but firm. “How about we share a drink and snuggle, John?”

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“Come on, you piece of...” you grumble to yourself. “I just put coolant in and changed the air filter. What more cou-”BANG! Thick white smoke billows out from under the hood of your wounded trans am. Your once fast and sexy ride is on its last legs. “Mother fucker.” You pull over on the side of the dirt road and pop the hood. Again. You step out into the dry, sweltering heat. The tall grass to either side of the road waves at you, mocking your misfortune in the hot summer breeze.

You fan the smoke away and lean over the sick engine. “What’s wrong with you this time, Jessie?” you ask yourself as much as your vehicle. You spend most of an hour trying to discern the cause of the trouble, the rest of it reliving your best night with her. A warm summer night overlooking Ponyville, a case of beer and your first love. You shift your uncomfortable length and slam the hood shut. You find no cause or fix for the trouble, just a dirty shirt and a dry throat. You wipe your hands again with a greasy bandanna, swallow the last of your warm water and remove your shirt. Jessie refuses to start, no surprise. You lock your door and begin your trek towards Ponyville.

After a three mile hike, you see a big red mail box next to a wide driveway. You tiredly slap it, the metal twang satisfying. You finally arrive at civilization, the residence of the “Apple” family, so say the orange letters on the mailbox. You turn and walk up the driveway, you’re exhausted and have stopped sweating. You know that’s a bad sign, but at least you’re almost safe.

You spy the farmhouse at last, a large red building with green shutters and white posts supporting an awning over the porch. You wipe your brow, the back of your dirty hand sticks to your hot forehead. You lift your fist wearily to knock on the door three times. A cute little red-haired child answers within seconds, crayons in her hand.

“Uh, howdy mister. Can ah help ya?” she asks. She can’t be more than twelve years old. She timidly averts her eyes from yours, looking at your shoes.

“A-” you try to speak, but you have no voice. You swallow painfully, your hot throat hurts. You cough hard and try again. “I’m Tristan, and my ca-ar broke down. Ca-ahem. Can I have some water, miss?” You hold your shirt up a little in front of you. “Please?”

“Sure, uh, mister Tristan.” The little girl scampers inside. You stand in the doorway. You realize your shirt has been off this entire time, you slip it on hastily. The conditioned air wafting out of the entryway to the farmhouse is enjoyable. You notice that the inside is clean and modestly furnished. In the kitchen, you hear conversation in southern drawls. You take one step inside and spy the little girl with a big blue cup, followed by an elderly woman, likely her grandma or an aunt or something. “Granny said to invite you in,” the tike tells you. “And my name’s Applebloom, it’s a pleasure to meet ya, Tristan.”

“I try to teach her manners, and what does she do?” Granny, as she’s called, pauses her speech and looks at you. “She leaves a thirsty stranger standing on my doorway! Why lookitya, yer face is as red as a plum dropped in red paint!”

She leads you inside, rambling on and on about how in her day, she would help an entire town if it meant she’d be worked to the bone and didn’t get paid more than a ha'penny. Granny takes the cup and hands it to you, sitting you down on an old couch. Applebloom shoots you an apologetic shrug and skips off. You slurp greedily from the cup she gave you, water has never tasted so delicious. “Why, they made me walk ten miles, uphill, through ten feet of snow! If I had my w-well lookit! You WERE a thirsty drink ah water. Come, help yourself to the kitchen sink, sonny.” Granny helps you up, unnecessarily, and points you to the kitchen. “Ah’ll fetch little Applebloom to go an’ git one of mah gran’kids out from the orchard. APPLEBLOOM!”

You hear the patter of feet as you drink from the cold tap, drenching your short black hair as well. Granny sends her to the orchard to find Applejack or Big Macintosh, little Applebloom’s older siblings.

Instead of staying in and hearing tales of Granny Smith’s past, you decide to venture out into the orchard after Applebloom. You follow a white fence in the heat of high noon for a while. The endless rows of trees to your right and the big red barn to your left located on the far side of the fence are quite a sight. You haven’t ventured into Sweet Apple Acres, as Applebloom calls it. All your life, this nice place with plenty of work and shade has been hidden away in the hillside mere miles from your hometown. You feel tired in the heat, but the drink has definitely refreshed your body.

“APPLEJACK!” Applebloom cries out, running swiftly into the orchard. You pick your feet up and give chase. Soon, two figures come into view. One is a hulking mass of muscle, burly and wide. He appears to be carrying a large crate towards the barn. The other one is a thin, ladylike figure. She’s standing near a tree and wiping her brow. While one forearm wicks away the sweat, her opposite hand holds a brown Stetson.

You slow from a quick jog to a lazy saunter. She seems tired, but not exhausted. Her plaid shirt is unbuttoned and tied in a knot, revealing her slender waistline. It, too, is glistening with sweat in the late morning sun. You try to not stare, but her abundance of curves and skin make that a very difficult task. To make things worse, or better, she doesn't realize you’re in the vicinity. You watch Applebloom playfully walk in front of the fine woman and help her pick up apples. The full grown, gorgeous girl bends down to pick up apples as well. Her short denim shorts look ready to burst. Her ass is so tight in them, you witness her shorts rise up her toned, spotless legs. They ride high enough for you easily imagine the shorts on the grass instead of her ass.

You adjust your stiffening member in your jeans through your pocket and approach. You crouch down to pick up a delicious looking apple and place it in the basket. “Uh, hello?” you ask.

The blond girl looks up, her big green eyes are half lidded with boredom. They perk open slightly when they meet your eyes. Her small nose and feminine features are gorgeous.

She blinks twice, breaking her dumb gaze to pick more fallen apples. “I’m Tristan,” you tell her. “My car, uh, it broke down three miles west on the road. I could use a tow, probably a mechanic after that.”

She adjusts her hat and looks over an apple with a bruise. She shines and bites into the undamaged side.

“Name’s Applejack.” She stands straight and extends a hand. You take it, receiving an unexpectedly firm grip and shake. She takes another large bite and tosses the damaged fruit over her shoulder. Despite her perspiration, maybe even because of it, she has a very pleasant scent.

“Tell ya what, sugarcube,” she says as she picks up the heavy basket with some strain. “Heft that other basket to the barn fulla apples and we’ll get that car back. Applebloom, help him fill it up, won’t ya?”

“Sure thing, sis!” Little Applebloom jumps at the command, scrupulously tossing only good apples into the wooden basket at the base of a nearby tree. You turn to help, but let your eyes linger, admiring the eye candy as it saunters away. You watch her shapely legs flex as she walks, her strong calves and thighs support her full, round ass. She’s barely thirty feet away when your eyes vault up to her face, catching her sly eyes. She grins, then looks forward. Applejack sets the heavy load down, protruding her nice behind for you to admire. She caught me gazing, you think to yourself. Applejack caught me, and now she’s showing off her goods?

Applejack stands and shakes out her sore fingers. She places her right foot to the side, as if she’s posing for a photo. She cracks her knuckles and bends down again. Her tight ass looks so fine and full in those tiny denim shorts. She strains to lift the basket and continues

A heavy fruit splatters on your shoulder, breaking your stupor.

“Quit standin’ around!” Applebloom picks and drops an armful of apples from the tree she’s in. “We have to finish harvestin’ the south field by sunset, get movin’ already.”

“Wow, seriously?” You wipe mushy yellow goop off of your t-shirt. “How many more trees do we have to go?” You curse yourself for admitting to share the work by saying “we”.

“Big Mac said it would take the three of us all day. He’s gonna work north from the fence, while me an’ AJ work south from the side closest to the barn. Hey!” Applebloom drops heavily from the tree, landing hard. “Oof!”

“You okay, AB?” You kneel and offer your assistance.

“Ah’m fine!” She indignantly stands and brushes dirt off of her own shirt and pants. “Just lost my grip.” She’s tough, you think. At least she wants to seem that way.

“Anyway,” she continues. “Ah was sayin’ that we could probably be done in no time with you helpin’.”

“I don’t know,” you tell her, trying your best to treat her as an equal, a coworker. “Seems like a lot of trees. And I have to go get my car towed.”

You walk over to the over-filled bushel of apples. It looks heavy, but you’re sure you can heft it to the red barn. You take a moment to gaze across the orchard. All of the trees to your right are bare of apples, but many of the ones on your left are dotted with bright red globes of sweet, fleshy fruit.

“We ain’t gettin’ any closer to done when you just stand around, get movin’!”

You heave the basket up, lifting with your legs. The barn seems farther than you remember. The rope handles sting even your hardened hands. You reach the barn, your hands red and your arms aching slightly. Just inside is Applejack, leaning on the wall and drinking from a canteen.

“Nice and cool in the shade, huh?” she asks you. “Want a swig?”

You wipe your forehead and take the canteen. You eagerly bring it to your lips. The scent of alcohol just touches your nose as you take a sip. The drink is sweet, like apple pie with plenty of cinnamon. You take a larger sip, then a gulp. The aftertaste is the only part that holds any flavor of booze.

“Hey, hey!” Applejack swipes the canteen from you quickly. “Apple moonshine ain’t cheap to make, ya know.”

You lick your lips and savor the lingering flavor. “You made that?” You can feel a faint wave of inebriation wash over your eyes as you wipe your mouth.

“Yup, this here’s the last of the batch. It’s the weakest part of the barrel, but the sweetest.” She replaces the cap and slings the long leather strap over her opposite shoulder. She sets the strap so that it separates her large breasts under her shirt. The added definition is hard not to stare at. Up close, here in the hot shade of the barn, you can’t help but to look over her amazing curves once more. Your eyes swiftly fall to her short denim shorts, they’re unbuttoned and unzipped slightly. A small bit of blond hair is visible, she’s not wearing any panites. Her flat stomach and smooth, hot and tanned skin looks fine and fun to touch. You can just make out a small pink nub, but Applejack shifts her feet together and stands straight.

“Hey, Tristan, eyes up here.”

“S-sorry.” You can feel your face redden. “You’re fly’s down, by the way.”

“Dammit!” Applejack quickly fixes it. “Get yer ass in the house and look up a tow truck in the phone book.”

You hastily make your way to the house, eager for something to take your mind away from AJ’s fine body. She follows close behind, but passes you and ascends the stairs, leaving you to the yellow pages.

You find a company in Ponyville and give them a try on the old house phone. After frustrating negotiations and directions giving, Long Haul is on his way. You hang up, releasing a long-overdue snicker at the potential for a new adult film star name. AJ still hasn’t come down the stairs, from her room, you presume.

You wait around for fifteen or so minutes, helping yourself to a drink and mulling over your automotive troubles. No matter what rabbit trail your mind meanders down, all paths lead to Applejack’s body. The thought of her hot skin bare against your own, your body on top of hers makes your pants tighten. Her full, round breasts would yield to your fingers and your pectorals, her tired thighs would part just for you.

Time passes by at an agonizingly slow pace. God damn, you think to yourself. I could have walked to my car and pushed it here by now. You pace to redistribute the blood in your body. Your dusty shoes clack on the hardwood, accompanied by a faint pair of feet above.

A creek comes from the top of the stairs. Another, followed by a rhythmic thunder of practiced feet. Applejack flies down the stairs she’s obviously descended millions of times before. She expertly lands at the bottom, lazily marching to the nearby kitchen.

“Find a tow, Tristan?” she asks as she leans one arm on the doorway, crossing one foot over the other. She looks the same as she did earlier. Her short shorts are still short, her shirt still revealing plenty of her naturally tanned skin.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Ten minutes ago. What took you so long?”

AJ stands and walks to the phone, standing very close to you. “Just had to take care of somethin’, don’t worry. So, what are we gonna do? Walk to your car, wait for the tow, get it into town?” You smell a sweet fragrance floating from her. It’s not sweat, not perfume, it’s something much more natural and clean. You can’t tell what it is, but it’s enthralling.

You hastily collect yourself. You don’t want to leave this place sooner than you have to, AJ is too fine to just let go. She hasn’t hinted at a boyfriend, at least you couldn't tell. And she seemed honest.

“Actually,” you say back. “If it isn’t too much to ask, I’d rather have it dropped here. Then I could work on it and get it into town myself, save a few bucks. Know anything about Firebirds?”

Applejack crosses her arms under her breasts, lifting them slightly. She leans on the counter with her tight butt. You’ve never envied a flat surface more in your life. “I know plenty,” she says. ”Mah big brother knows some more about cars, though. I can change oil and then some, but that’s about it.”

“Well,” you reply. “It threw up quite a bit of white smoke when it died on me. I’m thinking it’s the carburetor or something. I don’t know. How good is your brother with cars, anyway?”

Applejack rocks forward onto her feet. “I don’t know,” she says in a low, quiet voice. “Quite a bit, I’d wager.” Applejack steps behind you, her lips extremely close to your ear. She chuckles lightly, then slaps your ass hard.

“Get movin’” AJ shoves you toward the front door. You catch yourself and turn to look at her. She’s wearing a devious grin, but it’s not malice on her face. It’s mischief.

You smile modestly and continue forward. You turn forward, meeting a thick neck and a whiskered chin.

“Who‘re you?” a deep, manly voice questions. It belongs to a plaid-clad man whose physique exudes burliness. Paul Bunyan would be proud, save for the small beard.

You step back, your butt bumps into Applejack clumsily. The corn-haired guy uncrosses his arms and places them on his side as he raises an eyebrow. He stares down at you like a bouncer.

“My, my name’s Tristan. Uh, my car broke down up the road about three miles, and Granny Smith and Applebloom let me in. I helped Applejack out in the fields for a bit. A tow trucks comin’ out now, so we’re go-”

“Ah heard y’all on the phone.” He seems to relax a bit with your honesty. “Now,” his voice seems a lot less defensive, now. “What’s wrong with your Trans-am?”

“The, I think it’s either the coolant or the carb. Not sure. Think you could take a look?”

“Ah know you could do it,” Applejack interjects, appearing at your side. “We’ll go and tow it here, you go and get to work finishin’ up that harvest. If we can’t get that done,” Applejack glances to the living room, noticing Granny Smith snoring in the rocking chair. “Then the after-harvest party tonight is probably gonna suck.” She finishes with jerking her head towards the back door.

AJ’s big brother submits, walking between you two towards the kitchen. He grabs your sleeve firmly, pulling his head near yours. He whispers low to you: “You touch mah sis without consent, and ah’ll make sure you’re limpin’ home. She’ll probably do worse to ya herself. Somethin’ like holdin’ you by yer manhood and cuttin’ off the rest of yer body. Clear?”

A right hook would be bad, but you definitely don’t want to tarnish his honor or his sister’s purity. “Crystal, uh,” you trail off.

He stands straight and releases your sleeve, extending his huge hand toward you. “Big Macintosh.” You shake his hand, grip his hand as hard as you can and shake. He easily matches your strength and then some. You set a degree of mutual respect, like an alpha male wolf to a fellow male.

“See ya in a few, Big Macintosh.” You resist the powerful urge to shake out your hand as you turn for the door.

Applejack waits standing in the doorway. “He’s not lyin’ ya know. Come on, let’s get steppin’.” Applejack easily trots down the porch steps and saunters down the driveway. You slowly jog to meet her, matching her step on the path. Sun baked gravel crunches under your feet.

“How far down are ya, anyway?”

“Just a few, uh, miles.”

The three-mile trek is long and hot, but you have plenty to talk about. An apple farm has many more interesting facets than one might imagine. You get a master class on proper harvest times, planting, techniques for yielding tasty, healthy, fertile fruit, and how to best harvest a field. You stow away a few tips, you are likely gonna use them later.

At last, you reach your car. It seems untouched. The black hood is scalding hot in the high noon heat. You unlock and open the door, reeling at the blast of cooked air rushes up into your face and nose.

“Jesus,” you groan throatily. “How long did that walk take, AJ? Two hours? Three?” You pop the hood with a quick movement.

“Hmm,” Applejack replies. “I’d say closer to one and a half, two.”

“We’re gonna be here a minute, then. Tow truck is gonna leave at noon, be here around one o’ clock, probably.”

Applejack tips her hat up to look at you.”Did ya plan this down time, Tristan?”

“I, uh,” you trail off, unable to hide a grin. You honestly hadn’t, but what was one hour? Just one hour in the hot sun, the two of you alone, Applejack wearing barely two square feet of clothing, there wasn’t anything wrong with that. She was already sweating, so were you. “No, I didn’t. Why? You complaining that you get to wait instead of work?”

Applejack releases a pleased chuckle, smiling wide. “Well, when ya put it that way,” she leaves the sentence hanging like a leaf on the wind. She slowly walks over to the driver side door, behind which you stand. She places her forearms on the top, leaning heavily into the glass with her large chest.

AJ reaches her face out towards you, less than a foot away. “Ya know, I caught you gazin’ about a dozen times on the way here.”

You gulp and avert your eyes. Her tone is extremely seductive, but that could easily be a trap. “Well, uh, you do have, ah how to put this.” You scan the clouds for an answer. “You have a great fucking rack. Do you get me?” Your eyes meet and you await to meet your fate.

AJ’s face is a mixture of shock and amusement. She pushes on the door and stands up straight, making her tits jiggle just the slightest bit. “Hay, at least you can be honest ‘bout it,” she replies nonchalantly. She pulls her chest to the door again, pressing her breasts without shame into the glass. She whips her long, braided ponytail over her shoulder and bites her lip, looking directly into your eyes.

“We got an hour, and a canteen fulla’ moonshine.” Applejack pulls the collar of her plaid work shirt open slightly. “And it sure is hot out. Mind if I take this off?”

“AJ, we’re on the road! Anyone could come by and spot us!”

AJ takes off her overshirt, moving her chest under her tight, soft, and stained undershirt. “I don’t think any car’s gonna come by here anytime soon,” she says in a faintly pleading tone. “We could go in the grass and make out, if you’d rather.”

You glance toward the waving grass that mocked you earlier. Now, you wonder if this is the field’s way of apologizing. It’s a silly notion, but you grin at it anyway. “Fuck yeah,” you tell her.

Applejack giggles throatily, making her way around your car door to you. She pulls herself on top of you as you lean back against the left rear quarter panel. Her big breasts heave under her tight green shirt. You watch and put your hands on her hips, pulling her waist to yours. Two of your fingers rest on her hot skin, just above the sexy slim waist of her incredibly short shorts. You want to slide your pointer fingers under her pants and slip them off, but you just trace the skin above her belt loops instead.

“God, I’m hot in this heat,” AJ whispers in your face. “Take ‘em off. Take all my clothes off, here and now. Or in the grass, I don’t fuckin' care.”

You look up into her eyes. Her expression is crystal clear, AJ’s face is pained with surfacing anticipation. “I have a soft blanket in the trunk,” you say back. “Let’s take that into the grass. But first...”

You trail off, slowly kissing Applejack’s lovely mouth. The soft and moist lips taste of sweet spiced apples. You can feel AJ’s hot breath in your mouth every time you kiss her again, it is almost too much not to just grab her ass and pull her close to you. Applejack exhales hotly through her nose and falls into your arms. You find her tongue tracing the inside of your lips and force yourself to just tease it with yours. Your hands and groin ache to touch Applejack’s naked body. You push on AJ’s shoulder gently, breaking the kiss.

“Tristan, oh god.” Applejack pauses to breathe hard. “Touch me, just touch me everywhere.” She moves forward, pressing her big, soft breasts into your chest to kiss and suck on your neck. Her magnificent front compresses into your hard chest, the fine fabric of her thin shirt feels soft. Heat easily flows from her tits to your bare, sweaty chest.

She bites down gently, and your hands move to her lower back. One slides to her round, barely covered ass. Your fingers slip under her pants to feel her tight skin over the toned muscles. It’s hot and damp with perspiration. You squeeze, gently at first, but then quite hard. Applejack gasps with pleasure, her mouth wide and panting over the bite marks.

Applejack looks over her shoulder, watching your fingers grope her slick skin. She fishes your hand out and raises herself up to eye level. She guides it to her waist, looking at you with her permissive eyes. Without a single word, you know she wants, needs more.

Your other hand slowly slides up underneath her shirt, gliding along her flat stomach. You reach one breast, cradled in a modestly sturdy bra cup. You give it a healthy squeeze, forcing a loud moan from the bottom of AJ’s lungs. She’s more horny than you could have anticipated.

You quickly pull Applejack’s shirt over her head, exposing her tender, smooth skin.You ignore her hat as it tumbles into the driver seat.

She’s breathing heavily, leaning her legs and hips against you. Her upper thigh presses on your stiffness fairly hard. The bra she’s wearing looks to be bearing a heavy load. You lick your lips and move your fingers up her back.

Blindly, you fumble with the magic lock. AJ rests her head on your shoulder, panting softly. Her sweaty scent clouds your mind and hardens your manhood. Your slick fingers slide over the clasp repeatedly. You curse and brutishly use more force. Applejack pushes away and grins up at you.

“Maybe we oughta move now?” she suggests. “I promise, it’ll be fun.”

You silently nod assent. You reach inside the driver side door and open the trunk. Applejack bends down just as you stand up, taking her sweet, sweet time to retrieve her hat from the seat. Her round butt is sticking straight up at you, and you feel compelled to touch again.

You forsake judgement and give her quasi exposed cheek a hard pinch. Instead of yelping and jolting upright to rebuttal with a hard slap, AJ groans and supports herself on the steering wheel.

“Ah, save it, asshole.” Applejack’s response was much more playful. The risk had been well worth it. You decide not to push your luck.

In the trunk rests a thick, large blanket and various car accessories like jumper cables, a jack, some leftover coolant and other engine fluids, three spark plugs, a few decks of cards and your last stash of water bottles. You figure you can refill at the farmhouse, so you pull the last full one out.

You slam the trunk closed and heave the hot blanket over your shoulder. Applejack is idly watching the horizon while playing with a shoot of grass as you walk to the edge of the road.

“After you, AJ.”

Applejack, shirts in hand, climbs over the barbed wire and disappears behind a wall of tall, waving yellow vegetation. Applejack leads you by hand only a dozen steps into the thick grass. Somehow, it’s even hotter in the dry country jungle.

“Here’s good enough, just flatten out this damn grass and let’s lay down already.” AJ commands, her voice irritated and anxious. She rests her hand on the front of her shorts, fidgeting with the button. You both take long swigs and kiss briefly, wetting your dry throats.

You hold up your blanket high and push forward, moving the high grass behind it. It’s at least seven feet tall here. You manage to create your own plot of flat land to lay down on. Applejack happily helps you flatten everything by rolling around on the soft, hot blanket. She ends up underneath you, smiling up at your face.

You quickly peck her lips once. Then twice. The third time, she holds your head down and presses her lips firmly to yours. You waste little time slipping your tongue into her sweet mouth. Her tongue dances with yours, her hips also move and dig into your waist.

You roll over onto your back, enjoying the full weight of Applejack on your body. Her big breasts nearly spill out on their own. You try again at the clasp. Finally, you comprehend the contraption and her brazier slips off easily. Her great, round tits bounce as you lay back on the soft black blanket. Applejack giggles throatily as she watches you reach up to hold them. The full globes are really warm to the touch, they yield to your fingers, flowing around them as you squeeze. You take the left nipple between your pointer and thumb and pinch, hard. AJ shrieks briefly, stifling her pained pleasure.

The cloth wicks away some of your sweat, but not much of the odor. Applejack is so engrossed that she probably doesn't mind. She puts her palms down on either side of you for support and smiles, prompting you to continue. You take your right hand and pull Applejack’s ass up so that she’s sitting just above your waist. Your rigid cock is so close to her holy hole, you have to physically shake away images of injecting it into her slit. Her tits now hang down on your face, so you take the tortured nip into your mouth. You lick it once, then suck lightly. Applejack’s hot moans entice you to suck a little harder, you can manage to flick the tip of her erect nipple with the tip of your tongue. You trace a pattern quickly around it, vaguely similar to the alphabet, and AJ can’t hold back jittery laughter.

“Ah, ah! Th-hahat tihickles!” Applejack falls a little bit onto your face, her chest convulsing with hysteria. You let her breast out of your mouth with an audible “smack”.

You lightly fondle her tits and catch your breath. “Whatcha think?” you ask her suavely. “How far are you rearin’ to go?” You punctuate your question with an interrogative finger directly between her legs. Her femness radiates just enough heat through her jeans so that you can feel it with light pressure.

“I,” Applejack attempts to respond, but her tight jeans pressing against her hot slit seem to delay her. “Ah, jesus, I don’t know. I haven’t even seen how big ya are.” Applejack sits up and presses her groin into your lower torso with the weight of her strong, slender figure. “I haven’t ever had a man, uh...” she trails off, looking away. ”I’ve never had anything other than my fingers inside me.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Applejack, the strong, seductive, slender, sexy, super hot thing grinding on top of you, has never fucked before. Your dick is painfully hard, throbbing in your jeans, like an excited greyhound in the gate. “You’ve never had sex?” you ask her. “Haven’t you ever had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or something?”

Applejack rolls onto her side, looking deflated and gazing into the sky. You immediately regret your abrasive tone.

“Ah had a crush back in high school, but...” She trails off again. “He left, right when things were gettin’ nice. I really missed him, for the longest time, too.” She laughs, dejectedly. “It’s kinda silly.” She rolls over, still gloriously topless, and looks at you.”He’s in the Wonderbolts, now. He never remembered my address, so he’s never written.” Applejack sits up, an angry expression on her face.

“He had my home phone on his cell, but he’s never called. I mean, just who can’ remember ten num-”

You shut her up with a finger to her lips. “AJ, he’s probably some big-shot, now. You’re wonderful, and I’m here.” You pull her close enough so that you can feel her hot breath on your lips.

“You’re right,” she whispers. “It was just a crush, anyway.”

You back off a little, staring down at her chest. Her full tits, those two perky nipples sticking out draw your attention away from winning her over. You grab one fully in your palm and lightly massage it. Applejack leans back on her straight arms and sticks her chest up.

You trace her slim belly down to her short denim shorts. The button would be so easy to undo, you think to yourself. I could just reach down, undo it, the pants are so tight, i bet it would come undone if I just did it myself.

Your free hand begins to move towards her zipper on its own. You quickly catch yourself and look up at Applejack’s face. Her eyes are closed, her mouth hangs open slightly, breathing deeply. Her chest heaves as you fondle her breast lightly. They must be sensitive. You store that nugget of information away for future reference.

He’s just a crush... That was what AJ had said last. Now was the time to tell her. Now was the time to seal her for yourself. “AJ?” your voice catches a tiny bit, but you let it stay in the immediate past.

She opens one eye and pants. “Y-yeah?”

“What’re you doing tonight? I mean, after the sun goes down and the south orchard’s all finished.” You stop groping and move behind her. You could easily slide two fingers down and pleasure her, that thought stays in your mind vividly.

“Ah, uh,” she says and wiggles around in your arms. “Well, this is a secret, but, my friend Pinkie Pie’s fixin up a party in the barn. Me, Big Mac, Pinkie, some of her friends and I were plannin’ on sellin’ the last barrels of apple pie moonshine there. You’re invited, of course, but don’t let on to Applebloom or Granny. If she found out her twenty-year-old daughter were gettin’ drunk on the farm, I don’t think she’d spank me, but I’m sure she’d give me chores to do until I’m older than her.”

The image of Applejack getting a vigorous spanking lingers in your mind. “Sounds great,” you reply softly in her ear. “I can’t wait for tonight.”

“Yer gonna hafta help with the harvest, ya know,” AJ retorts as your hands slide up to her big, round breasts again.

Fuck. You reluctantly accept that reality as you caress her from behind. “Gladly, Applejack. Do I have to pay for my share of moonshine, or can I just pay you in, touch?” Your right index finger glides straight down to her navel, following the slight dip in the center of her abdomen. You stop, circle around her belly button, squeezing her entire left breast at the same time. Applejack breathes deep and hard, moaning softly. Her smooth, sexy voice excites you even more. You slide your finger down to just above her pants. You can feel the smooth skin of her belly is hot, yet a miniscule bit rougher, she must have recently shaved.

You smile, lick your lips, grab her breast hungrily, lifting and moving it around, and slip your finger under her pants. You feel her soft panties rise over your fingernail, you’re so close to her hot slit. There's no hair down there, not even bumps.

Applejack hotly, yet softly moans out your name. You kiss her neck and take the plunge. You bury your fingers deep into her pants. Your middle and pointer fingers encounter her soft, fleshy bump, you infer it’s her clit from the way she flexes her legs and abs. Applejack relaxes and undoes the button of her pants, then quickly drops her zipper.

“Help me with my shorts, Tristan,” AJ asks you, barely loud enough to be heard. She lifts her legs, her nicely shaped thighs stick up in the air like a practiced playboy model. You pick her up off of the blanket briefly to get her shorts up on her legs. Once they are to the knee, you circle around and swiftly pull them all the way off. You examine them, there is a large wet spot just below the zipper. You look back to AJ’s flushed face; she’s now in nothing but her small red panties. You admire her strong and submissive form. She’s watching you with her big, curious green eyes.

You grin back and lick the wet crotch of her jean shorts. The strong, organic flavor is mildly revolting, but you don’t care. In the heat of the moment, not to mention the day, the wet cotton tastes like the sweetest apples. You can’t wait to dive under her panties and get a taste from the orchard.

Applejack giggles as you toss aside her pants and move your face between her legs. Her thighs are slick with sweat and other juices, so you tease her by lapping those up. Your dry throat now runs with saliva. Applejack moans excitedly as your tongue presses against her slit through her thin, soaked satin. You reach up and hastily pull them off, taking a long whiff and another lick for your own sake. Her scent is so strong, it’s driving you bat-shit insane with lust.

Gently, you move back in and kiss the smooth skin just above her virgin vagina. Her soft petals glisten with sticky wetness, beckoning for you to try and enter. You can’t hesitate anymore, you kiss the top of her cunt and continue down her slit. Applejack’s heated moans fall away as she tosses her head back. You touch a finger to her lips and gently slide them apart, feeling for her clitoris. The hard nub is easy enough to find, so you slip your finger down her wet slit. With your tongue, you lick and tease her clit as you prod her tight entrance with your fingertip.

Your groin is aching for a chance to enter, it’s been months since you’ve had a poke. Traveling hasn’t granted regular opportunities to masturbate, either. It’s been nearly a week since you’ve rubbed one out. You quickly adjust your dick with your free hand and concentrate on pleasing AJ. You bend your wrist and spread Applejack’s soft pussy lips with two fingers, then lick her hot slit from the hole to the clit, using plenty of pressure. As planned, Applejack cries out briefly with extreme pleasure. Her pussy secretes just a little more fluid. You massage up and down with two fingers, then spread her lips again. Your tongue travels heavily up and down three times. Applejack is panting now, it’s obvious she really wants more than to feel every wet, glorious bump of your tongue.

“Ready, AJ?” You peer up, then a bit higher to see over her heaving chest. She nods assent, her big green eyes are even cuter when her face is crimson.

You return to her wet petals, gently parting them with two fingers again. You tickle her entrance with the tip of your tongue and slowly push it inside. Her cunt is so tight, it squeezes hard around your tongue. You force it to go in, as deep as you can. Her fresh fluids hang onto your taste buds and her scent shoots straight up your nose to your brain. Your vision fades slowly to white, you just go crazy inside her, licking and tasting her insides with your tired tongue.

Applejack’s cry breaks your fury. Her hips are flexing, and she looks close to climax. You open your eyes to see that the black blanket has a little wet puddle on it, and AJ’s cunt is contracting sporadically in pre-orgasm.

Your jaw is completely exhausted, but you don’t care. You open wide and suck her pussy lips inside your mouth, her pussy squirts a little bit of orgasmic fluids into your mouth.

“GAH! Tristan, I’m, I’M COMING!! Ah, OH GOD!” You penetrate firmly with two fingers, turn your wrist so your palm is pointing up and massage with your fingertips vigorously. Her g-spot is difficult to find, especially through the haze you’re still climbing out of. Soon enough, however, you find it.

Applejack cries out in pleasure again, but her clitoral orgasm has plateaued just before the peak. Her cunt is hot and extremely wet, exuding copious amounts of juices. Wetness flows down your forearm. You press up and rub her g-spot faster and harder. The little bulge is growing inside of her. Your fingers are beginning to fatigue, but AJ’s nearing her limit. You’re sure a quick pinch on her clitoris will send her sailing into orgasmic release, but you want to make her very core cum. Hard.

“What, ah, whatever you’re do-doing, do-don’t st-stop! DON’T ST-STOP! Ah, oh god that’s good. I’m, ah, I’M GONNA CUM, ah FUCK!” Applejack pants, shivering in the hot heat. “Fuck, god fucking, GAH! T-TRISTAN, MAKE ME CUM!!”

You resist the urge to just bite her clitoris and be done with it, the noises she’s making are too cute. AJ’s exasperated moans fly all around, fading into the waving grass around you. You thrust your two fingers as deep as they’ll go, draw them back quickly and push them back in. You do this a few more times while AJ hovers just under the threshold. Your fingers stop on her hardening bulge inside her soft, wet cunt. You pinch and play with her orgasmic button until she seems close to bursting.

“OOOAAAAAAAH! FUCK! FFFUUUUUUUCCK!!!” Applejack finally explodes, showering your forearm and thick blanket with feminine ejaculate. Her hips seem to lose control, her thighs flex and open wider than before. AJ’s abs tense up, and her contorted and screaming face would be looking down if her eyes were open. Several successively smaller squirts spurt out, and you cannot resist opening your mouth and catching a mouthful. The liquids taste vile, yet extremely erotic. You spit it into the grass and rub your jowls with your wet hand.

Applejack rubs her red and wet cunt with four fingers in a circular motion and looks up to you, a big, dim smile on her face.

“That was fucking amazing, Tristan,” AJ hoarsely coos to you. “I don’t wanna know where you learned how to do that, just as long as you do it to me again.”

You smile back, just watching her cool herself down. Her pussy looks perfectly fuckable, you just want to whip it out and penetrate Applejack.

Before you have time to act on that thought, AJ gets up and kisses your mouth. Your lips mingle briefly until Applejack makes a soft “mmm” noise and inserts her tongue into your mouth. She briefly explores your mouth, but pulls away shortly.

“Reminds me of Dash,” AJ mutters, wiping her chin. You long to kiss her mouth again, push her down and lay your weight on her and penetrate. You move closer to kiss again, but a faint rumble makes Applejack perk up. You ignore it, and instead kiss her cheek, move down to her neck and grab one breast.

“Shh! Stop, Tristan! Ah, D’ja hear that?”

You nod, breathe heavily onto her shoulder and lick her hot, sweaty skin. “Yeah, I heard it.”

“Stop it already! I think the truck’s comin’!” Her southern drawl is so sexy to you, her words are almost just a soothing, sexy song in your ear. Your primal brain steps aside to let you process the situation, and you sit up as well.

“Fuck! We gotta get dressed.” You kneel in front of AJ and search for her clothes. Her hat, shorts, bra and shirt are all found immediately, so is your shirt.

“Where’s my underwear?!” Applejack asks hysterically.

“They must be in the grass somewhere, just go commando, we don’t have time!”

Applejack slips on her bra and shirt hastily. How her big breasts don’t just tear the shirt to ribbons is beyond you. Her soft shirt is so tight it looks like she was born in it. You remember she had an over shirt, and she quickly finds that as well.

“Fuck me, I don’t have a choice, do I?” Applejack whines as she slips on her shorts. You relish the image of her pristine pussy sliding into the cover of her skin-tight shorts. If they were made of nylon or some elastic material, you are sure they’d show her lips perfectly.

You and AJ hastily fold up the stained blanket and you hoist it on your right shoulder. You step to the road through the tall grass and over the fence just as the tow truck stops behind your vehicle.

* * *

A large bead of sweat falls from your brow and onto the earth inside the barn. Your palms are rough and red from hefting rope-handled baskets all afternoon. After Big Mac confirmed that the distributor cap had indeed been split, you happily agreed to work for the rest of the day for a free meal and bed.

Your job in the harvest was primarily hauling apples. Applejack and Big Mac would shake and pick the fruit from the trees, Applebloom would help with making sure all the good apples were in the right baskets. The close siblinghood brings a very warm feeling to your gut, and AJ’s tight body brings a hot feeling to your groin. The mind-numbing manual labor makes the hours drone on, causing the orange sunset to surprise you with its arrival.

You lean your bare shoulder on the frame of the barn door and just look down over the gently rolling orchards. The south field is completely finished, all but one basket you left for Applejack to finish. You spot her now, sweaty and breathing hard, making her way up the slope toward you. Her arms are flexing, hefting the extra-full bushell.

You wave at AJ from a ways away. “Need any help, Appleja-”

“Nope,” she replies quickly. ”I c’n get it. This here’s the last bushell.” You stand up and feel the breeze cool your sweaty skin. You notice Applejack’s face redden when her eyes meet yours. She averts her eyes and smiles, stealing a few looks at you as she walks up. You feel more secure in your appearance, seeing as AJ’s noticeably interested. Maybe the explosive orgasm earlier has her hooked, you can’t decide.

You follow her into the barn. A stack of barrels serves as a makeshift bar, complete with many stacks of red plastic cups. Tonight’s party is ready to serve hundreds, but AJ said that only a few dozen at most will show. You’re tired, so you hope that’s the case.

“How many barrels do you plan on selling, anyway?” you ask AJ.

She straightens up and scratches her head. “Between four and six, I think. I don’t plan on sellin’ ‘em all, gotta keep a reserve through the winter to sell at a mark-up, and a personal stash.”

She was quite the salesperson. The first batch would go by quick, people would stock up some. Before long, however, people would crave more liquid pie and be back. It would make a great holiday gift, so drunks undoubtedly needed a jar for their loved ones. “Alright, I guess.” You hop up onto a barrel and rest your legs. “Sun’s goin’ down, when’s the party start?”

Applejack laughs playfully and saunters toward you. “Not for a bit. Pinkie’s still gotta show up with the gue-”

“HAY, AJ!” A bouncy and voluptuous woman with crazy pink curls yells from the barn door. “And, uh, AJ’s friend!” She gasps and skips inside. “I haven’t seen you for years! How are ya? Huh? Is it, Trent? No! Tyler? Nah, Tim! It’s Tim, right?”

You remember her from your last time in Ponyville. She’s Pinkie Pie, one of the best partiers. If she’s here, you can’t wait for the party to kick off. “Close, it’s Tristan.”

“AAAHH!” Pinkie Pie looks genuinely disappointed. “I woulda had it if you didn’t give me a hint! Now, what are youuu doing in Ponyville? Or, Sweet Apple Acres, I suppose, hee hee!” She’s exuding jubilation at this point.

“My car broke down this morning, so I’ve been working all day here, hauling in apples. So, Pinkie, where’s the party?”

Pinkie’s excited, gigantic eyes close halfway, showing off a thick layer of eye shadow. “Hmm, I thought the fun was just coming up from ponyville. But now I think a big hunk of fun was waiting for me here.” Her eyes work over your naked torso, bringing a genuine blush and an exaggeratedly seductive smile on her cute face. A figure appears at the door, stopping the interrogative dead on arrival.

“Hiya, Fluttershy! Hey, John, how you two doin’? Ready to party?!” Pinkie Pie litterally jumps at them, holding the couple in her arms from behind. “AJ and Tristan are gonna serve up some real liquor! Aren’tcha?”

“Heh, sure are, Pinkie Pie,” Applejack replies in her modest southern accent. “Y'all are covered, but don’t share. I gotta buy materials for next year’s batch, after all.” AJ moves to your immediate right and leans her elbows back on the barrel next to you. From your vantage point, you can easily see down her buttoned plaid work shirt. Her breasts are bare underneath, but a glance would betray the truth; they’re still perky despite their size.

“Really?” a timid voice says. You look up quickly, cursing yourself for staring in front of company. “That’s so nice of you, Applejack. I mean, I appreciate it and everything, I really do...” The strikingly beautiful girl’s voice fades into nothingness. She shies away into the guy’s arms, John, you remember.

Then it hits you: he’s your best friend from elementary school. His slender body is a far cry from his pudgy appearance in the fifth grade.

You throw your sweaty shirt back on and greet him. John recognizes you after a moment, and you happily share tales of adventures past. From exploring the ditch behind your old house to leaving to Canterlot for college, you share vivid and life-changing stories. Fluttershy leaves after a bit to mingle or something, and she instantly becomes the token of conversation. You find his story of a one night stand turned into a fruitful, sexy relationship hard to believe. Either way, he’s doing well, and you hope your night ends much the same.

Before you know it, the music is pumping and pretty annoying, and you realize that you haven’t had a drink. At some point, a stereo was set up without you noticing. You’ve been so engrossed in conversation, you’re startled by Applejack when she shows up with a small jug in her hand and a sway in her step.

Applejack’s friendly smile has since turned slightly more pleased as more and more people trickle in. Some chairs and various party accessories are set up and occupied around you. A few faces are familiar, yet off. It’s been years since you’ve been in Ponyville.

At least thirty, maybe forty party goers are in the large, loud barn, years older since you've last seen them. You recognize a few, yet no one recognizes you.

“Here, sugarcube, on the house.” Applejack leans on you and hands you a glass jar full of liquid that looks like cider. You carefully take it and have a sip. It tastes just like fresh apple pie, if pie were in the form of cider. A strong, minty and volatile aftertaste stings your throat, this is pretty strong stuff. You hope no one drove here.

“Oooh, that’s strong. How much alcohol is in this AJ?”

Applejack snickers and rests both hands on the back of your shoulders. “Enough. Hay, Tristan. Ya look, you look kinda tired. Wanna take a load off? I know a nice appletree we could sit under.” Applejack has obviously dipped into her own barrel a bit. She’s not too drunk, however.

“Sorry, John, I’d love to hear about how that cartoon’s goin’. Buuuut, I guess I got a jar of moonshine to drink and a tree to sit under.” Applejack giggles and looks over your shoulder at John, who’s smiling widely. “It was great catchin’ up, though. I’ll see ya some other time.”

“Sure,” John says back. “Since you’re staying here in Ponyville, I’m sure I’ll run into you again. Take it easy, drink responsibly.”

“Sure, mom,” you retort, as per the usual way you used to interact. You look forward to rekindling a long dormant friendship, but you look forward to penetrating AJ’s tight pussy even more. Besides, you could catch up tomorrow.

You turn to the left to leave with Applejack, but Pinkie Pie blocks your path, wearing a very sexy tube-top. Her delicious curves are exposed, and her shirt leaves little to the imagination. “Hey, you two.” Her party voice has been replaced by a playfully seductive one. “Heehee, wanna party? Just you, me, Applejack, a quiet hill out in the moonlight, plenty of screaming. Just us!” As she talks, her heavy steps make her tits bounce wildly. “I can keep a secret if you two can.” She’s now directly in front of you both, her hands on your shoulders.

Up close, her waist is much more sexy than you first remember. Hers is not quite as flat and tight as Applejack’s stomach, but still sexily contrasts her wide hips and her large breasts. Pinkie Pie takes the jar from your hand, touching your fingers clumsily, and takes a long draft of your moonshine. A fair amount dribbles down her chin and trickles down her long cleavage line. You look over to Applejack, she’s licking her lips hungrily.

“Ah! Ya know, AJ? That’s GOOD!” Pinkie’s silly speech is slightly sluggish. “Mmm,” Pinkie licks her lips and closes her eyes. Applejack looks to you, catching your eyes. Her face is as red as the barn doors behind Pinkie Pie. “Well? What do you two think?” Pinkie Pie stands with her chest out and hands on the hem of her skirt.

“Uh,” you hesitate. “I, uh, should ask AJ.”

Applejack turns and you make a little huddle so Pinkie can’t hear. “Tristan, I gotta lick up that moonshine on her tits, I just gotta!” Applejack quietly screams to you. “I know girls shouldn’t be into each other and all, but I need to get that shirt off. It’d mean a lot if you came and we all had, uh, a nice time and such.” Applejack’s face is a deep, deep red. “I, uh, I really wanna pick up where we left off today, too.” Applejack’s eyes dart around nervously at that remark.

“Okay, so it’s settled. We both wanna have some sort of threesome with Pinkie?”

Applejack nods and moves a hand from over your shoulder to your belt. “Heheh, yup. I never got to see your prick either, Tristan.”

“OOOH! Oh, how long is it?!” Pinkie’s large right breasts presses into your shoulder as she peers over your arm. “No wait! I wanna be surprised! Oooh, the suspense is killing me.” She put’s a slow infliction into the word killing.

“Uh, I guess you’ll find out, heh, if you wanna.”

Pinkie Pie simply nods, in time with the throbbing music. Her hair flails about with her headbanging, you notice now that the metal playing was actually pretty heavy. You join in, on a whim.

“YEEEAAAH!” Pinkie Pie’s high wail is almost akin to the early Slayer, but she’s far too happy about it.

“Tom Araya would be proud, Pinkie!” The other guests are either jumping and flailing around the speakers or sipping far from them. Where you stand is someplace in between, nearer to the door.

“Who now?”

“Ah, never mind. You know Slayer, righ-”

“We goin’ or what?!” Applejack interjects. “I mean,” Applejack quietly rebukes, walking to Pinkie Pie. The wild pink-haired babe graciously accepts Applejack’s arms around her waist. “I just don’t want you to spill any o’that moonshine on the dirt. You know, wastin’ my special brew and whatnot.” AJ bends her neck to Pinkie’s soft skin above her breast and kisses it. She kisses again, lower and closer to the cleavage line. Applejack licks up between Pinkie’s tits up to her collar bone.

“Mhmm! AJ, that tickles!”

Holy fuck.

“Mmm, mmmm! I c’n taste that bit you spilled earlier. Hay, wanna spill some more on yourself, out in the grove down offa the south orchard?” Applejack isn’t being very shy with her approach. Several onlookers giggle and point. You notice a pair of ladies in sexy dresses hug each other close and whisper themselves. The blonde one giggles and kisses the other with plenty of tongue.

“You better believe it, cowgirl. Let’s bring your friend out there, too. I’m sure he’s a ton of fun on a hot cross bun.” Pinkie Pie and Applejack move as a unit up close to you.

“After you, ladies.” Pinkie giggles and shares a swig with you.

The midnight air is warm and sweet on the late summer wind. A bright moon illuminates the orchards beautifully. The leafy trees dance on the breeze, the only sound is the beating bass in the barn and a soft rustling of grass and branches. Applejack takes you by the hand, and Pinkie follows you by yours. You walk a mile or so to a little bunch of trees on the top of a hill on the edge of the orchard. Applejack leads you through a small path to a calm, quiet clearing. Here, the grass is thick and green, the trees encircling the patch are tall and strong.

“How romantic!” Pinkie Pie skips into the center and stands straight, her feet double the width of her shoulders. “Oh, the moon! It’s so bright tonight. Did you two plan this?”

“Nope,” AJ answers. You shake your head. “It’s my little slice of heaven, I come here any night or day I wanna get away. This is the first time I’ve shown this place to anyone besides me or Rainbo-er, dammit, Rainbow Dash.” Applejack walks to the center of the circle. Her long, strong legs are illuminated as she does so, her tanned skin glows a bright, healthy orange. “I come here when I get lonely, too.”

AJ grabs Pinkie’s waist as she says so, pulling her close. They share a slow, passionate kiss. Your manhood stiffens at Applejack’s moaning. You walk behind them both and put both hands on AJ’s waist, then slide down to her tight ass.

“MmmmAH!” Applejack looks over her shoulder at you, her face red in the moonlight. “I almost dropped the jar, asshole!” Pinkie Pie kisses AJ’s shoulder, moving her own hands to Applejack’s ass.

“Ah, let’s get these off, AJ. I’m so horny right now!” Pinkie Pie hurriedly asks her. “Mmm, you’re so hot, AJ!” Pinkie falls to her knees and quickly undoes Applejack’s pants and slides them down. Pinkie's eye's bug out when she see's AJ's bare lips. You slide Applejack’s over shirt off, then her undershirt. She’s standing naked in the moonlight, you fondling her amazing breasts from behind as Pinkie plays with her pussy.

“J-jeez, you two,” Applejack moans hotly. “Oh, god, oh my god, Pinkie, just, ah, right there! Ah!” You pinch both her nips hard, pulling away from her center. Applejack cries out, her whimpering voice fading as you relent.

“Fuck this,” you say. Your rock-hard cock is pained with it’s confinement. Applejack whines when you stop, but not displeased, thanks to Pinkie Pie. You stand back and take your shirt off, then your jeans.

“Mm-woah! Now THAT’S a dick!” Pinkie giggles and looks at your member from the other side of AJ. “Applejack’s all nice and wet for ya, Tristan. So tasty, too. Mmhmm! One more lick!”

“Ah!” Applejack doubles over with both hands on Pinkie’s pink curls. “Oh my god, Pinkie!”

You stand directly behind Applejack with your penis resting on her back. She jumps up once she feels your tool on her, but a look of understanding anticipation washes over her crimson face.

‘Lemme kneel down first, alright?” Pinkie is now laying on her back, staring up at Applejack’s naked body, herself still clothed. She clamores out and strips herself, looking on as you prepare to penetrate from behind.

You feel between AJ’s thighs, finding her leaking slit. “God, you’re like a waterfall, AJ.” Applejack pants on her hands and knees as you play with her. You slide a finger deep inside her and feel every inch of her hot, wet cunt. You stop and circle her g-spot, kick-starting her orgasmic climb. “So easy to please, too.”

Pinkie Pie appears under your legs, peering up at Applejack’s drenched pussy. “Oh, oh my. That’s hot.” She reaches up and plays with AJ’s lips, you also notice her shoulder undulating. You infer from Pinkie’s grin and ragged breathing that she’s masturbating herself at the same time. “Oh, AJ, I’m so jealous. Tristan’s, ah, Tristain’s hung like a horse. I bet you’ll cum like, three times. Minimum.” Applejack just moans nervously.

“It’s alright, AJ,” you say, trying to sooth her. “I’ll be gentle. At first.” You take your rigid member in your hand and just barely touch the tip to AJ’s pink pussy lips. Applejack whimpers a little, partly from anticipation, partly from nervous energy leaking out. Pinkie grins wide and gently grabs the base of your cock from below. She simultaneously strokes it and guides it into Applejack’s wetness.

“E-easy now, ah, the head’s so wide!” Applejack gasps in response to your girth pushing its way inside. AJ’s tight pussy lips suck your head inside, inch by inch. Slowly but surely, most of your shaft is enveloped inside Applejack’s body.

Pinkie Pie’s moaning is nearly as loud as Applejack’s when you begin to pump back and forth, driving your piston deep and hard inside AJ’s virgin hole. Her wet vagina has yielded to much of your length, squeezing unbelievable tight so far, but you encounter her maidenhead, she’s a real virgin!

“I, I can feel it, AJ! God, you want me to break it? It might hurt.” Applejack collapses onto Pinkie’s lower body, bringing you clumsily with her. The both of you land in a pile, your member still nestled deep inside.

“S-sorry!” Applejack blurts out. You carefully slide out, amazed that you’re unharmed and wondering if AJ and Pinkie are okay. “I just got tired, I’ve been workin’ all day, an’ all.” Applejack stands carefully and helps you up.

“You guys done, yet?” Pinkie Pie just lays on the ground, bored, watching.

“Sheesh, Pinkie! No patience. Here, Tristan, lie down, let me ride that stallion you’re packin’.” Applejack guides you down onto your back, permitting you grab her round ass for help. Applejack stands on her knees, her hot hole directly over your rigid cock.

Pinkie Pie sits up, wearing nothing at all. She’s feeling her heaving breasts and pink pussy lips with her fingers, looking on as Applejack mounts you.

“Just allow me, Tristan.” Applejack slowly descends onto your rock-hard cock. Her soft lips press on your sensitive skin, they’re just as wet and hot as before. The part a bit, allowing an inch, then two, then four inside.

“Uh, guys?” Pinkie Pie says.

“What?” You respond. “You wanna get some, too?”

“Duh!” Pinkie hops over and bends down to kiss your lips. She clumsily sucks your bottom lip and passionately slips her tongue into your mouth. Her sweet saliva lingers on your taste-buds when she hops up and turns around. She suggestively giggles and kneels over your face, facing Applejack, who has impaled this whole time. “Make me purr, baby. Make me explode like you made Applejack!” Pinkie Pie wiggles her glistening petals over your mouth.

You gladly pull her ass down to your mouth, her scent is extremely overwhelming. You lose most of your sense of your surroundings. Pinkie’s pungent pussy and the tight virgin squeezing your dick make everything sort of unreal.

You plunge into Piinkie’s pussy right away, tasting her sex juices and feeling her hips flex and hearing mixed moans from a distance. Applejack picks up the pace, grinding up and down at a swift rhythm. Her cunt is drenched. Time after time, you feel AJ’s hymen, and it hurts some when you impact it. You blindly feel around for her legs, finding her upper thighs, and pressing down. You can just make out a sharp cry as she lowers more weight down.

Applejack accepts your entire length with a little thud, you did it! You deflowered this virgin, a pure and honest, gorgeous blond woman. It was somewhat painful, her landing, but it must have been much more so for her. Pinkie Pie sits up off of your face to help her. There’s not much to help, now. You feel a trickle of sticky, warm blood flow down your inner thigh. She’s not pure anymore, she’s yours.

“Holy shit, Applejack! You alright?” Pinkie has a tone of genuine care in her voice. She’s very worried for AJ’s first time, she wants her to be happy, obviously. “I’ve never came blood before! Well, I got horny on my period once, but that’s another story I don’t think you care so much for. Anyway, how are you?” Her chipper voice turns morose with concern. “Did it hurt? Did it feel good?”

You look down, er, up, really, to see Applejack wincing with pain. She sits up slightly so only your head is inside. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. That was,” AJ wipes her brow and smiles triumphantly. “That was the best thing ever. Oh, god, I need to go deeper.

“YAY!” Pinkie Pie shouts and hugs Applejack close, pressing both pairs of large tits against each other. “AJ’s not a virgin anymore! Hey, Tristan? How did it feel? Huh?”

“Pinkie, shut the hell up and sit on my face.”

“Yes, sir!” Pinkie holds her tush out again, and again you bring her fragrant fuck-hole to your face. You slide your tongue in deep and pump your hips up. Applejack makes a sort of whine and falls into your rhythm. She takes over soon, she has a better position to lead. You hear the sound of lips smacking, a wet cunt getting pounded, and a pair of deep moans.

You idly grope Pinkie’s ass in one hand and push on AJ’s thigh with the other. She puts her hand on yours, then begins riding faster. Her tight twat sucks your manhood deep with every fall and rise. Each time, your head finds a new barrier: her cervix. Your cock fills her up completely.

“Mmah! Ah, oh god, I’m gonna, I’m getting close, Tristan.” Applejack grinds harder and faster on top of you, moving her hips in a really sexy way. Pinkie just giggles and keeps lightly bouncing on top of you.

Applejack keeps going faster, completely in control. You let her ride and focus on Pinkie’s pink. Deep inside, you feel every bit of her pussy with your tongue. You open your jaw wide and take her reddened lips into your mouth. Pinkie Pie laughs uncontrollably when you suck and tick on her slit. “Th-that feels soo good, Tristan. Oh, th-that’s the spot! Oh, yeah!” Pinkie Pie leans back so your tongue can more easily touch her g-spot. “GAH! Oh, god, don’t make me cum just yet, keep me waiting, torture me by not letting me explode! FUCK!”

“Ah, ah, oh, T-Tristan!” Applejack’s hips convulse slightly, she’s only partly in control of herself. “Fuck me! God, just fuck me hard, pound me harder!” AJ leans forward, putting her hands on Pinkie’s thighs. What’s sad is that you’re not sure if you can outlast her. The increased weight on Pinkie pushes her cunt harder into your face, making Pinkie moan audibly. AJ uses her leverage to pull her ass into the air, then drop it down. She picks her ass up again, and slams down, driving your cock deep again, then again.

“I’m so, so close!” Pinkie Pie’s hips shudder, her wet cunt twitches and contracts a bit around your tongue. Your jowls are tired again, but you fight on. “NO! N-NO-OT Y-YET!” You can’t pull your face away, it’s hard to get your face out her slit, let alone breathe. Pinkie Pie’s hips flex, she’s trying as hard as she can just to lift her cunt out of your face, but a trickle flows down onto your forehead.

“Pinkie, just finish already!” It’s all you can do to hold back your own climax. Applejack is sitting upright now, just letting your thrust upward, as deep inside her as possible. You seize the chance to watch her absent face and bouncing tits. AJ’s completely absorbed with pleasure.

Pinkie adjusts and sits up as well. You enter again deliberately. Pinkie’s vagina tastes so sweet, you eagerly lap up her excess juices. “Ah, Tristan, you’re so gooood.” Pinkie Pie has fallen into a hot trance as well. Her lips flex and twitch reflexively as you lick her g-spot. Her scent, her deep moaning, AJ’s tight cunt and bouncing tits and vacant expression are all piling up on top of your own sensations. You feel your rigid cock ready to shoot a shower of thick, pent-up seed at any second.

Pinkie kisses Applejack with blind passion, her hips convulsing uncontrollably. AJ begins to move her hips up and down, going faster and faster. Your groin aches, your cock is sliding quickly in and out of AJ’s tight, wet pussy. She just keeps slamming down, swallowing your entire shaft, only to pull it out to the tip and fall again. The most ultimate sensation washes over your core. You can’t hold back any longer.

You arch your back, exhale into Pinkie Pie’s cunt and thrust your hips up and holding Applejack in place instinctively with your hands. At last, the floodgates open and torrents of thick, hot semen spurt into AJ’s cherry. You feel your entire shaft shoot load after load, two, three, five, seven, you lose count how many ropes of white cum you launch. You relax and fall to the ground and the girls fall heavily on top of you. Applejack catches herself somewhat gracefully, put Pinkie yelps and falls over.

The three of your pant hard, you suddenly are aware of a stinging pain in your jaw and hips. Applejack slumps forward, hugging your chest tiredly. You are eager to let her and just lay still for a moment, rubbing her back and feeling her large breasts press into your hard chest. She gasps, and her eyes go wide. Pinkie Pie is crouching behind her, all you see is her torso and her fingers grabbing AJ’s round ass.

“That was a-freaking-MAZING!” Pinkie Pie giggles and bends over behind AJ, spooning her close. She reaches around and gently grabs Applejack’s breasts. “You know you got cum in you, right? Ya probably wanna get that out.” Pinkie Pie rolls over and lays right next to you, but stares into AJ’s soft green eyes from point-blank range. She whispers: “Can I suck it all out?”

You can’t hold back a laugh. Pinkie snickers, then joins you, at least twice as loud. “No, no no no! I was totally serious, though! AJ, can I cuck Tristan’s cum out? There’s already so much on the ground, I mean, I bet you have plenty in you still.”

AJ sits up, you can still feel your semi-flaccid cock inside, a milky substance flowing around it. “Uh, I guess,” she responds, her first words in a while. “But, uh, why do you wanna taste it? Is it, is it good?”

Pinkie jumps up and sits on her knees, she’s really cute when she’s nude, you think. Applejack still has a much more appealing, earthly and modest radiance about her, making her the more beautiful, simply. “You bet, AJ. It’s kinda salty, kinda gooey, and great when it’s hot and mixed with vag juices. Now get up slowly when I say so, and I’ll make sure you two don’t have to worry about the price of diapers.” Thankfully she leaves it as plain as that.

“Holy fuck! There’s sooo much cum on the grass, oh my god!” Pinkie Pie giggles and starts playing with small handfulls, the thick, off-white goo falls off her fingers in thin strands. “Still steamy!” She catches a strand on her tongue and holds it there. Applejack looks over her shoulder between your legs in horror. You sit up yourself to look.

The sight makes you feel suddenly dehydrated. A pool of thick semen coats the grass under AJ’s ass. You’ve impressed women before with big loads, but this time, you astonish yourself.

“I didn’t think your cock would be such a cum cannon!” Pinkie’s voice is a desperate treble. “AJ, you better hop off.

Carefully, AJ stands on her knees, her dripping slit over Pinkie’s face. Pinkie Pie puts her hair in the cum and shamelessly catches every thick drop from AJ’s pussy. Applejack flexes her core muscles and pushes a large bit more out, nearly filling Pinkie’s mouth with more hot cum and female ejaculate.

Pinkie Pie clamps her lips shut and lifts her head before it’s all done, getting cum on her eyelids. All she can do is hum, so she hums away hysterically. Pinkie leans back on her hands and gulps loudly. “Slimey, yet satisfying. Thanks for that, Tristan.”

“Eh,” her enthusiasm for DNA puts you off a bit, even if it is kinky as fuck. “Glad you like, uh, me.”

“Yeah, you must have been holding that back for weeks, or months!” Pinkie Pie burps and falls back, her hair sticks to her shoulders and the grass.

Applejack laughs tiredly. “I c’n get the rest, Pinke. Jesus, you came a ton, Tristan.” Applejack stands up all the way and inserts two fingers inside her milky pussy. She pulls out glob after glob of thick cum. Once it seems as if she’s as clean as she can get, AJ timidly takes a lick. Her face turns to a grimace, then a shy grin. “Must be an acquired taste, I gue-”

“What are you getting at?!” Pinkie Pie sits up and inquires furiously. Her facade fades quickly, and she grins, then bursts out laughing. “Ha ha, I suppose, AJ. Well? You gonna acquire a taste for thick, sticky, hot cum?” Pinkie licks her lips and puts on a pouty frown, strands of jizz bridge both of her upper cheeks and eyelashes. “Come on, AJ, take another taste. Really savor it.”

You can’t believe your ears or your eyes. Applejack gets down and licks your cock clean, twirling the sticky sperm on her tongue. She holds it in her mouth and moves it around. “Mm, eh’s sorda saldy, and id feels, really weird.” Pinkie Pie giggles when AJ swallows. “That’s not, well, so bad. Kinda gross, but not horrible.” Pinkie sits up next to her and kisses her, firmly pressing their lips together. They make out for a short while, moaning and lightly groping each other.

At last, AJ breaks it and stands up. “I’m gonna go rinse off in the stream, you two wanna come?”

“I gotta take a piss, then I’ll join you girls.”

Pinkie Pie hops up, too. “Sure, AJ. We’re both pretty filthy.”

Applejack puts her hat back on and leads Pinkie Pie down a little path, so you take the chance to piss on the edge of the grove. Your sack aches with fatigue, but you massage it and the pain fades. You leave your clothes behind, but grab the jar of moonshine and head down the same path.

The dirt trail winds downhill, the roots and rocks dig into your heels. You come across a beautiful scene: Applejack is washing your seed from Pinkie Pie’s hair and body with small handfuls of cold water in the moonlight. They stand, ankle deep in a quiet moonlit glade, with a small waterfall and green vegetation. Pinkie’s round nipples pucker as the water flows over them. She breathes deeply and massages her large, perky breasts.

You dip a toe into the water, it’s cold, but not frigid. It’s so clear, the moon illuminates even the stones on the bottom of the pool. You carefully step into the water.

“Oh, AJ, it’s so cold!”

“Relax, Pinkie. Quite fidgeting, or I can’t get the jizz out of your hair.” Applejack and Pinkie Pie haven’t spotted you yet, even though you stand naked in front of Pinkie Pie. Applejack bends over, facing away from you, inadvertently showing off her fucked slit. The pristine light-pink lips are a dull grey in the moonlight, but they look less perfect than before. You wade in deeper, the water rises just to your leg hair.

“Why don’t I just do this?” Pinkie gets on her hands and knees and rolls over, dipping her hair in the water. AJ gets down on top of her, intimately helping her wash the bountiful curls of pink hair. Once her hair is completely soaked, Applejack kisses her deeply. You feel your penis stiffen slightly at the sight of the two of them, sharing spit and lightly humping in the shallow water. The waterfall masks your steps towards the women.

Applejack notices you first, but she isn’t startled at all. She sits up and beckons you wordlessly. You get on your knees behind her and wet your fingers. You gently rub her soft, large breast, circling outwards from her nipple and hold the half-full jar to her lips. She carefully takes a long draft as you kiss her neck, listening to her swallow. Applejack takes the jar away from her face and out of your hand, giving it to Pinkie Pie. Thankfully, she remains silent and takes a drink.

AJ brings your face to hers, her breath smells strongly of apple pie and alcohol. You relish it and kiss her mouth, tasting her tongue and greedily touching her body. She moans into your mouth and falls into your embrace.

Somehow, you manage to stumble onto the soft earth on the edge of the glade, making out with intimate, slow passion. Your muscles ache from a long day’s work. Applejack’s wet skin slides and caresses your own. She moans in response to your exploring fingers, and she soon has to break away to pant hard.

“Tristan,” she whispers. ”Take me slow, I want to feel you all night.”

You stare up into her big, green, beautiful eyes, the moon full behind her hair. You smile happily, stroking Applejack’s strong, slender back. “Anything for you, Applejack.”

Your lips slowly come closer and closer, until at last you press together in a long, meaningful kiss. Somewhere, Pinkie Pie is wiping a tear away, still stark naked and holding a glass jar with a little bit of liquid inside.

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Finally. At long last, you’re ready to move out of your cunt girlfriend’s place and make a proper homestead. That battle ax has given you enough grief about the way you do things, how you aren’t rich and famous, how you aren’t a football star, this, that, and the other thing. Thankfully, she has been addicted to sex, something you don’t mind giving out so much.

As you stroll down the street towards the realtor’s, you mull over your finances and past sexual experiences. The one you are most fond of crops up the most: the third time Blossomforth tied you up. You relive the sharp pain in your ass when she whipped you with a riding crop, her cries of delight when you made her orgasm repeatedly, the trickle of blood you drew from her vagina. It’s all vividly fresh in your mind as you approach the victorian-style building. You shift your shaft in your shorts and stride inside.

The ding of the bell alerts the fine woman at work, but she doesn't bother to pause for a simple greeting. She instead holds up a finger as to say “one moment, I’m in the zone,” or something along those lines. You don’t mind waiting, her slender figure manages to fill her fine clothing. The thin white blouse hugs her waist and chest very well, leaving little to the imagination, yet still makes a professional statement on its own. Her long black skirt showcases her round behind and amazing legs.

The sign in the window confirmed it, she’s a realtor, at least part time. Rarity is also a designer, the various posters, spools of thread and bolts of fabric would indicate. She seems busy now, however, creating an outfit of silk.

“One moment, madam, I’m nearly finished!” the purple-haired beauty says towards you. Her voice is sophisticated and, rather sexy. You excuse her slip and slip off your expensive sport coat. With a cast of blue magic, the dress in progress floats through the air and onto a mannequin. The sleek red thing looks expensive, but on the right woman, it would be unforgettable.

“Marvelous, is it no-oh!” Rarity is startled that a man is in the store, as opposed to the opposite gender. “Pardon me, sir, I do apologize for calling you, er, madam. My name is Rarity, and how may I assist you today?” She puts her hand on her waist and adorns a helpful face, the red reading glasses on her nose sag just a tiny bit with her winning smile.

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Rarity,” you say as you step forward, gently taking her hand. “My name is Bow Strings, and I’m looking for a new place to live.” You try your best to match her level of intelligent politeness, annunciating slightly more than normal and keeping your posture straight. “You see, my current love interest and I aren’t seeing eye to eye. I want to, let’s just say, have a place to go if and when things fall through. Which they will. Soon, fortunately.” You maintain eye contact, Rarity seems very engaged with you.

“It’s a shame how things work out, isn’t it, Mister Strings?”

“Please, call me Bow,” you reply. Your deep voice seems to have found it’s mark, Rarity’s cheeks are slightly rosy, her chest rises and falls quickly. Your own heart is in your mouth, you’re anxious to hear how she will react.

“Oh, oh well alright, Bow.” She trails off, gazing right at your eyes. “Oh! Well, what kind of accommodations were you in the market for? A, bachelor pad, of sorts?” She entrusts her hand from your amorous grasp for another moment.

“Not quite.” You glance around and let Rarity’s warm fingers go. Taking a better look around the shop, you begin walking around slowly. “I am tired of paying rent. I want my own place, with a few beds, a garage, a nice yard to keep, maybe even a pool, a basement...” you trail off, feigning transition into deep thought as you stare at the striking red gown. It’s quite nice, and very easy to imagine Rarity’s curves filling it out.

“Do you like it?” Rarity appears at your side and begins selling unconsciously. “It’s inspired by the finest French designers, but I used my own ideas, and a bit of oriental influence. That’s why it almost looks like a kimono, yet you could, well, not you, per say, but a fine woman could wear it to any formal event. I’m quite proud of it, actually. Oh my, but what are your thoughts, Bow?”

You look up and down it, fantasizing about running your fingers up Rarity’s leg, slipping the silk up her thigh, her waist, her chest, then all the way off. You scratch your chin and collect your thoughts. “It’s exquisite, to be sure. I really enjoy the way this part looks, this, what would you call it? This part here.”

“The overlap, on the breast? You can undo it like this.” Rarity easily undoes three concealed clasps and the front of the dress slides open easily, exposing the off-white mannequin underneath.

“So one can easily get in and out of it, you see. It’s designed for dating women, or, I suppose, ladies looking for companionship, such as myself.” She blushes and covers her mouth with one hand as if in shock. “Oh my, did I just say that, that last part?” Her face reddens deeply, and you find it hard to conceal your smile.

Rarity turns away and magically fixes the claps on the dress with a flick of the wrist. “Well then,” she reprises. “It’s out there, now. No changing that. Let’s move on to your house, now.” Her face is rosy when she turns to face you again, but not the deep crimson from a moment ago. Rarity aims one hand in the general direction of a rear door, while offering her other for you to take. “Shall we, Bow?”

“Of course, miss Rarity.” You take her hand and give it a gentle peck. A delicate scent lifts off her skin and to your nose. When you look up, Rarity’s hand rests above her breast, her face is quite flustered. You may just get quite a deal out of her yet.

Hours pass, and browsing the town for suitable lots and houses has turned up two possible choices. The first a sturdy home right off of the marketplace with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an attic and little furniture. The second, a tall, stately house with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large basement, a nice yard and a clean garage. The choice is obvious, as the second home has enough space around it so that screams of pain and pleasure will go unheard by the neighbors.

“784 Hoofington Street, that’s quite an investment,” Rarity says. “The residents moved into a new home in Canterlot, I believe. It’s a shame, really. They threw quite elegant soirees, especially for Ponyville folk. Pray tell, Bow, what are your plans for such a place? Surely it won’t be lived in by only one person all the time.”

You sip your gourmet coffee and look across the table at Rarity. She’s still in her nice blouse and skirt. “Of course not,” you set your mug down carefully. “Besides holding a few private concerts, I want to use the basement for my private studies, a nice room for myself. The top floor will be for my bed and a guest bed, the main living space downstairs, well, we’ll just have to find some sort of use for that. Maybe set up some acoustic panelling, I’m sure I can find a use for it. I really like high ceiling here. I can see it now, yes! A nice leather couch, another facing it, soft white carpet, I’ll slide all the comfy dining room chairs out, and I’ll have plenty of room. My own concert hall, in my living room! It will be perfect.”

“That sounds positively marvelous, Bow. I can’t wait to start the paperwork to make this home yours.” Rarity stands, her back remains straight. She bites a pen cap, thinking about the sale, and runs one finger along the buttons of her blouse, accentuating the roundness of her nice, full breasts. “I’ll grab my portfolio now.”

You gladly watch her tight ass as it sways away to her office. Looking down the straight hallway, her office door is open. Rarity bends over, keeping her legs straight, and opens a filing cabinet. You greedily take in the shape of her backside for the time she’s stooping over the drawer, swaying from side to side. At last, she stands up, a large folder in her arms, and kicks the bottom file closed. You turn around to face the table before you’re caught.

“Here we are,” she says from the hall. “All the documents needed for you to officially own your new house. Let’s begin, shall we?”

* * *

“FINE! I’ve been cheating on you anyway, asshole! Get the fuck out!” Blossomforth, in her underwear and one of your old t-shirts, isn’t happy to hear the news. You knew of the affair, but it was a non-issue. You stopped truly caring about her weeks ago. Ever since you began making payments on the new house, the bills were hard to hide. Luckily, the expensive stuff, the tv, the two cellos, the camera and the femdom equipment were already in the new place on Hoofington.

You block out the yelling and get the last of your clothes packed. Tristan, your old friend from high school orchestra class is helping, but he’s having a tougher time ignoring the ear-battering Blossomforth is belting out. The last box is packed, your nice ties, shirts and rope.

“Jeez, Bow Strings. What’s with all this S&M shit?” Tristan asks as he hefts the last of your luggage into the car.

“It’s not your stuff, is it?” You retort and slam the trunk.

“Fuck no it isn’t! I don’t want some dominatrix using me to put out ciggare-”

“Then shut the fuck up! I paid money for my things, and I don’t question why you buy all that, that pony merch.”

In the passenger seat, Tristan opens his mouth to rebuttal, but closes his mouth and squints his eyes. He sighs and buckles his seat belt. The drive across town is short, Ponyville isn’t very big at all.

Hoofington is a side street in the wealthiest part of town. The neighborhood is sort of ritzy, but not too flashy. It’s the perfect breeding ground for future sadists and perverts, the recluse and excess is fuel for the young’s boredom. The house for sale was posted less than a week before you bought it. You’ve already moved most of your things; this is the last time you’ll ever have to go to see Blossomforth at her home. Your mind, however is running wild with intense sessions the two of you had.

The stunning brightness and spaciousness of the living room does much to take your thoughts away. The tall windows that looks over the backyard face west, as do the windows higher up on the wall. All of the windows let in the afternoon sun in abundance.

“No question why you bought this place, Bow.” Tristan sets the box down on the carpet and looks up to the vaulted ceiling and the room in general. “You could throw some crazy fucking parties in here. Hey! If we do, I swear, if you do have a rager in here, I’ll help you clean up and kick everyone out in the morning.”

“No, no wild parties here,” you yell up from the staircase which leads to your basement. “The furniture I ordered is way too expensive to play beer pong and make out with sluts on.”

Tristan is audibly saddened, but you pay no attention to him. The final box lays open in front of you. Its contents bring back sick, fantastic memories. You pick up a stained sleep-blinder. You remember the exact session it became soiled, and you’ll never clean it. The bits of the black felt are bloodstained.

It must have been four months ago, the third time Blossomforth agreed to fuck using ropes and gags. She’s a bitch, a controlling, cruel bitch with a jaded heart; she’s just the type of bitch that loves inflicting pain in the people she loves. She definitely loved you.

“Shut your fucking face!” Blossomforth punctuates her command with a painful slap to the face. “Beg! Beg to put your tongue in my pussy, you bitch.” She slapped your face again, harder.

“Y-yes, mistress! Please, please let me taste your slit.” Blossom smacks your cranium with a crop, but you can’t see a thing. You right yourself in the chair you sit in. The rope digs into your wrists harshly.

“Excuse me, slave?”

“Please, mistress, let me taste your pussy, mistress.”

She takes your chin gently with one hand, pretending that she cares. “That’s better. Open up, slave.” Blossom lets your chin go.

You open your mouth open wide and stick out your tongue, just like at the doctor’s. You feel a pinprick on your forehead, Blossomforth’s gloves are tipped with metal claws, the tips razor sharp. You bend to her whim, a trickle of blood drips down onto the blinder. The pain is sharp, but equally so is the rush of excitement it brings.

She grabs your hair with her other hand and draws her claws away. You can taste your own blood drip onto your tongue.

“Swallow,” she commands you. “I don’t want your dirty blood to touch my cunt, slave”

“Yes, mistress.” You obey, drinking down your own blood. You immediately stick your tongue out again.

“All clean, slave. It’s almost as if you don’t want to be punished.” Blossomforth says, a little too sweetly. “If you don’t make me cum hard, you don’t get to fuck me, and I decide what hard is.”

“Yes, mist-” Blossomforth stops you with an open hand to your cheek, harder than before. You sit up again, your cock stands rigid out of your lap.

“You speak only when spoken to!” She slaps your face again, hard. The left side of your face burns with pain. “Isn’t that right, worthless slave?”

“Yes, mistress!” You can feel the cut on your face has opened again, warmth trickles down your nose under the blinder and around your mouth.

Blossomforth uses a cloth to wipe it away. “You better love thi-

“Bow Strings, you done down there?” Tristan asks from somewhere upstairs. “I gotta get going!”

You look back to the box full of leather and stainless steel and velvet. Your cock is rock-hard from the memories alone. “One minute, Tristan,” you yell back. Your deep voice echos slightly in the concrete confines. Your mind swirls with possibilities, but you drown them and head back upstairs.

* * *

The party is winding down upstairs, the well-to-do need their beauty sleep. The partiers you left upstairs with a full bottle of wine were Tristan, in a tux, thankfully, a few seemingly available women and a handful of other acquaintances and neighbors. Rarity, however, had your eye all evening.

You and her remained in contact since the sale of the house, casually chatting at the grocery store, arranging for coffee, then a nice night out.

Then came the fourth date, a nice night alone on a warm summer evening, watching the stars on a hillside. She wore her silk faux kimono, the red thing you saw her finish when you met. Your fingers intertwined whilst reaching for the champagne.

The accidental touch was not quite an accident, of course, but Rarity played innocently naive. You poured two glasses, gave a toast, sipped and closely conversed thereafter. Rarity had finished her drink rather quickly.

The rest of the evening was pleasant, but that was it. You denied her a kiss at her doorstep, and instead you offered an invitation to your first house party. Tonight, she’s yours, moderately drunk and very frisky. She’s wearing a sexy and stylish cocktail dress that leaves little to the imagination.

“I knew you were gifted from your performance, Bow Strings, but I didn’t know you were so well hung!”

“Thank you, miss Rarity.”

Rarity sits back on her knees, looking up into your eyes. “Bow, I’m eye level with your penis, you hardly have to call me miss.”

“My apologies,” you reply, gently touching her expertly fixed hair. “Respectfulness is a vice of mine.”

“And I have mine,” Rarity says hotly. She grabs your hardening shaft by the base, sticking her pinky out. She gently squeezes and starts rubbing the entire length of your rod, and soon it’s hard as steel. You have abstained from masturbating since you moved in, you want a mammoth load for Rarity.

She flips her hair out of her eyes and begins using two hands, her dainty fingers aren’t enough to do the job adequately. “Oh, miss Rarity, I have an idea. How would you like,” you pause to draw her curiosity. “What would you think of being in total control? Of having me and my cock completely at your mercy? What would you do to me? What, my dear,” you touch a finger to her chin and tilt her head up.”Would you have me do to you?

Rarity lets go of your ironclad and stands up, her dress rides high enough on her thighs that you can glimpse her purple panties. You are unsure, but you think, and hope, that there is a wet spot on them. She lifts one of her fine, shapely legs and clings to your shoulders, her face inches from yours. Rarity rests her thigh on yours, her warm region presses into your bare shaft.

“Bow, are you asking for what I hope you are asking?” Her sweet breath entices you as much as the heat from her crotch touching your erection.

“Miss Rarity, on the other side of the basement is a hidden room. Inside is a wooden chair and a very comfortable bed. Please, bind my hands and feet and, and dominate me. Treat me like a slave, use me, release your pent up anger on me. Then fuck me.”

The words hover in the air for an agonizingly long time. Rarity’s face is unreadable. She backs away an inch, still holding you. Her gaze drops to your aching shaft briefly, then to you. Rarity’s lips purse and twist into a wicked grin.

Rarity presses her entire body into yours, her heavy breasts are compressed between you. She breathes in you ear: “I’ve never done that before, but I absolutely love that idea.” She leans up and bites your ear gently, but slowly chomps with her front teeth hard enough to bring intense pain.

You yell reflexively, the unexpected bite distracts you from your sex drive momentarily, but the ache that follows makes your blood boil and your cock throb. You turn and pin Rarity against the wall, she’s breathing harder than you. You press your hands on her heaving breasts and your lips firmly to hers. Her lips are sweet like her breath, the silk of her dress is thin, soft and heated by her bare breasts underneath. She grabs your face, breathing deeply and moaning with anxious longing.

You work one hand up to undue the swift clasps, but she pushes your face away and slaps it hard. “You dare think you are worthy to see my bare chest?” she inquires with hostility. “You are lucky to even see my eyes looking at yours, you worthless puddle of vitriol!” Rarity’s face softens a bit, then she says: “Am I on the right track?”

You touch your face where she slapped you. It stings, but the pain is fading fast. “Yes, that was perfect. The safeword is always ‘clef’ when I play.” You shift your stance, preparing your mind for submission.

“Clef it is. Now, lead your mistress to the chamber.”

“Yes, mistress Rarity, this way.” You walk to the gap in the wall between the second and third bookcase and push the false wall open. A flick of a switch bathes a small room in white and red light. The chamber is filled by a fastened chair with leather restraints, borrowed from an insane asylum no less, a large bed with silk sheets, a sink with a mirror and an inverting rack near a large trunk, which rests at the foot of the bed. You step inside and let Rarity in. You notice as she walks in that your semi-flaccid penis still protrudes from your pants. You begin to sheath it, but Rarity stops you with her hand.

“Did your mistress tell you to put that long cock away?” Rarity says quietly.

“No, no mistress Rarity.” You can feel it begin to harden. Her gloved, slender fingers lay still on the soft, warm skin.

“Do you want your lady to stroke, Bow?” Rarity asks in a silky voice.

You look up, her raised eyebrows and pursed lips make her look suggestively genuine. “Yes, mistress Rarity. If you wish, that is-”

“You’re damn well right, if I wish!” She flicks the nearly rigid head, sending intense pain into all of your privates. Rarity slaps your face. The palm of her hand leaves a stinging pain on your cheek, but it is hardly noticeable to the deep pain in your erection.

Rarity lifts her finger and walks toward you. You try to back away, but you hit a wall after two steps. “I’ll touch your laughable hard-on when the mood strikes, maybe. Until then, I shall do as I wish. As I wish, I will never ask you for your two cents. Do I make myself clear, slave?” She’s nearly in your face now, her warm breath swirls into your lips. You taste it eagerly and suck it into your lungs.

You smile through your fears and say: “Yes, mistress.”

Rarity slaps your face again, then steps back. “Next time, I’ll wipe that grin off your face with a club! Now sit down and tell your mistress where the fun things are stashed.”

This time she uses real force. Your right cheek stings harshly. You fucking love it.

“In that trunk, mistress. It’s unlocked. Shackles and ropes on the right, gags and other restraints on the left. There’s a whip and a riding crop, too.” You wonder what she will spring for. Will Mistress Rarity make you strip and blindfold you in the chair? Or maybe she'll bind your wrists to the headboard and deny you climax repeatedly. You shudder at the possibilities.

Rarity opens the chest, her eyes widen at its contents. “Oh, tonight we will have fun!” Rarity is giddy with sadistic excitement. “And I know just how this evening will unfold. Trash!” You realize she’s addressing you.

“Yes, mistress?”

“Are you sure your guests upstairs will leave and not come down here?”

“Yes, mistress,” you reply. “The only one bold enough to venture down here is drunk and flirting, and these walls are concealed and soundproof. This is my sanctuary, my lady.” You stand in place and resist the powerful urge to take Rarity slowly in your arms and suavely speak closely with her. “I am your prisoner tonight. We won’t be heard, no matter how loud we scream.” You can’t help but feel proud and irked by your own words. You feel a carnal surge rush through your body at the idea of turning the tables and raping Rarity. She knew some magic, so maybe it wouldn’t be that easy. You knew a bit as well, but you were new in town. If Rarity brought out an accusation, even just to her closest friends, you, the male, would definitely be persecuted.

“No matter how loud we scream, what, slave?” Rarity breaks your train of thought, probably for the best.

“No, no matter how loud we scream, mistress Rarity,” you hastily correct yourself.

“Better,” Rarity chides. “Sit, slave.”

You obey and take your seat in the chair. It’s hard back and seat are just a bit uncomfortable. Rarity orders you to cross your arms behind your back, and you do so. She uses the police handcuffs with a thick linen padding. You are still in your party-wear, your rigid penis proudly protrudes from your pants.

Rarity ties your ankles to the chair. She holds a sleep blinder, the sleep blinder, in her hands and sits on your lap. You are enthralled by her closeness, her weight on your thighs, the tip of your cock occasionally touches the silk gown just so slightly.

“How much money do you really have, Bow?” Rarity quietly inquires. “Can this tux be ripped to ribbons? How much would this whole outfit cost as mere rags?”

You smile at that question. This particular tuxedo was a cheap one, but the thread count was high. You anticipated you clothes might not be in the best condition at the end of the night. “This old thing?” you breath back. “I wear this when the good ones are all at the cleaners. Rip it up, mistress, I’m hot anyway.”

Rarity laughs poshly in your face. She leans forward within an inch of your face and just barely whispers: “I’m getting that jacket off, I want to see your bare chest.”

Rarity closes her eyes, her hands on your shoulders, and drifts closer for a kiss. You hesitate to return it, but move forward to meet her lips. Rarity kisses you fiercely. You are swept up in her scent and taste immediately. She sucks on your lower lip, a bit too hard. She bites down on it, painfully. You grunt and move forward to alleviate the pain, but she pulls back faster, her front teeth dig into your flesh.

Rarity releases you and stands on her knees over your rigid cock. She looks like she’s about to speak, but subsides. She moves in slowly, gently offering another kiss. Your lip pains you and you refuse her, clamping your mouth shut. She grasps your throat with force.

“Let me taste your blood, Bow,” Rarity half commands and half pleads. “I won’t bite much more. Give it to me, my sex slave.” Rarity lowers herself carefully. Your erection slides between her dress and the hot skin above her panties. The pleasure is agonizingly light, like the pain of a needle, the soft silk parting around your head and Rarity’s silken skin caressing the sensitive, bulging underside. Rarity leans forward into it and pulls your face closer by your neck. Rarity tilts your head down so the blood will fall forward.

You can taste your own blood in your mouth and Rarity’s sweet, champagne-laced breath on your lips. She sucks her lips to yours and snakes her tongue into your mouth. You open wide, gladly having it in your mouth. You suck in gently, enticing Rarity to explore your mouth. She plays with your tongue briefly, but slowly follows the line between your bottom teeth and your lip to taste the saliva and blood that is pooled there.

Rarity exhales hotly in and around your mouth. Her soft skin caressing the underside of your shaft is hot, you can feel the warmth from liquid trickling down the very base of your shaft.

Rarity draws back, her face is a shade of scarlet brighter than her dress. She sits up, the tiny amount of friction from her dress and herself makes you gasp. It’s so sharp, so easy, you feel your cock throb several times.

Rarity gets down on her knees before you. She’s smiling ever so slightly. Rarity puckers her lips and places her hands on the insides of your thighs and without a word pushes them out, lifting herself. She bends her head down and opens her mouth over your aching member, her breath tickles the skin ethereally. You can just see the tip of Rarity’s tongue sticking out, pointing to the end of your stiffness. A strand of bloody spit descends down to your dickhead. The pink-tinged saliva flows out more and more, Rarity’s coating your penis with her own saliva slowly, without actually touching it. The warm spit cools on your hot skin; the feeling is strange, but sort of nice.

Rarity looks up, her tongue is out and her mouth is open wide. You wish you could cum right this second and cover her face and lips with semen. You can picture messing up her perfect makeup, weighting her long eyelashes, which are likely fake at that volume. God, the urge is too fucking powerful to bear.

Rarity’s coaxing, beaming smile turns into a wicked grin. “You want me to suck your long cock, don’t you, Bow?” Rarity teases you with seduction. “Mmm, you want the head of that creature to poke my throat, make me choke and spit straight down into my stomach? Or maybe you want my pretty little face desecrated with your hot, sticky cum? Oh, I could never do that to my hair. If you came in my hair,” Rarity goes silent, pouting, pondering. “I’d most likely whip you until you bled.” Rarity stings you with a reminder: you’re her bitch. “Then I’d make you lick it out. Don’t get any sperm in my hair, okay, slave?”

You gulp to wet the back of your throat. “Yes, mistress Rarity. I’ll cum wherever you wan-”

“And whenever I want!” Rarity stands suddenly, the trail of saliva on her chin falls to make a tiny stain on your almost expensive pants.

“Now we’ll get started.” Rarity moves behind you and starts unbuttoning your shirt hastily, her practiced fingers undo the fastening without fumbling. She pulls the sides apart to reveal your somewhat muscular chest. Rarity traces your collarbone with a finger on each side. You can hear her deep, uneven breathing.

Rarity slips something made of lovely soft fabric over your eyes. You wriggle in protest, but not sincerely. Rarity is gone from behind you, but you have no clue where she is. She is silent, and so you remain.

“Sit still and I won’t cut you.” You feel a twinge of genuine fear run down your spine, making your gut seem to float. You feel a pull at the shoulder of your jacket, and the fabric loosens around your arm, then comes off completely. The sound of tearing fabric the for the second arm comes to your ear, this sleeve comes off more quickly. You sit forward and let Rarity remove your undershirt as well.

You sit heavily, relieved and excited and horny as hell. The few wooden rungs that make the back of your char support you.

A pair of sure hands pull your forehead back and your chin down, a ball is thrust into your mouth forcefully. You choke from the spit it sends into your windpipe, but the holes allow enough ventilation. You feel a few hairs pinch painfully as Rarity fastens the ball gag strap behind your head. Rarity pinches your nose, giggling maniacally at your desperate reaction. The peril makes you want to fuck for your life even more.

Rarity laughs and walks away. “I’m going to go use the upstairs washroom, slave. I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t go anywhere!” Rarity giggles like a schoolgirl who heard her favorite boy band mentioned by a stranger.

The false door opens somewhere to your right, sending mortal terror into you. You feel suddenly dizzy, thirsty, you need to pass water, you need to fuck and cum in something living badly. You writhe in place, trying to loosen a binding, any binding. The left ankle knot feels a bit loose. You try to simply force that one undone, to no avail. The rope is tough nylon.

You slump in the wooden chair. The ball gag makes your jaw uncomfortable, and breathing is difficult. The plastic is more or less tasteless, it was sanitized just after the move.

Doubts begin to swirl in your mind. What if Rarity is swept up and taken to another party? No, it’s a little late for that. Rarity would be fueled by adrenaline by now, but she wouldn’t want to associate with people who denied themselves their beauty sleep. Maybe. Would she invite others down here, unintentional or otherwise? No, Rarity had a silver tongue, among other fine features. You feel a renewed lust for her body. You want to turn the tables, tie her down and penetrate her. She’s horny, too, she would most likely agree to such a fuck. You want to cum in her hair, too. You want to keep her tied up, fuck her and cum on her night and day.

You absent mindedly hump the air as best you can. Just making the thrusting motions makes your cock harder.

Is she going to bring someone down to help? That idea puts anxious excitement and fear into you. Another woman, torturing you and then pleasing you, maybe letting, or forcing, you to pleasure her.... That would be good. You could probably get away with decorating her fa-

You jump at the hand tracing the base of your spine. Fingers glide upwards after your first spasm. Her hand runs to your neck, and she wraps her arms around you, pressing her bare chest into your shoulders. Her soft skin is warm, you wish to caress it and massage it, to lick and bite it, to rub your hard cock against it. She draws her palms to your shoulders and leans forward to bite your ear. Her teeth dig in slightly, but with more force than foreplay.

You shudder, pain turns to fucked up pleasure inside you and flows down your core to your groin. You feel her hands leave, but one follows your back to the opposite shoulder. She clasps it and pauses.

“I can tell you’re excited, Bow.” A voice says. It’s Rarity’s you’re sure, but not the same as before. Her masochistic side is slightly sated, you guess. Her voice is sweet and laden with lusty promise. She twirls around deftly and straddles you. The silky soft skin brushes along your throbbing member. You breathe hard through the holes in the ball gag, you just want to break out and hold her, to either fuck her raw or make slow love with Rarity. You can easily imagine that she’d love both.

She rubs her wet slit up and down the underside of your shaft. Rarity pulls herself up on your shoulders, you feel her drip all over your cock. She lowers herself gently, just prodding her clit with the tip. Rarity gasps lightly, you shake. You can’t take it anymore, you want to press into her and spread her walls apart.

Rarity slides down, pressing her hot pussy lips against the bottom of your length. She sinks into your chest and moans in your ear: “I’m going to milk you all,” she pauses to bite your ear lobe. “Night,” again, harder. She just breathes: “Long.”

With that she pulls her head and licks up some of the drool from the outside of the gag. You wish you could see her taste your spit, maybe drip it out onto her chin, or her breasts.

Rarity breathes hotly on your neck, you feel her hotness lift off and her knees by your waist. Her calves, her lovely toned calves tensely brush your thighs. Her breasts press into your right shoulder, you feel another drip. Rarity’s fingers wrap around your shaft and adjust it, then the change of pressure on your chest. An intense sensation shoots through your crotch and up the base of your spine. You shudder again, making Rarity laugh listlessly. You picture her exasperated smile. It’s really sexy, maybe even cute.

Rarity uses her hand and hips to move your head along her lips, drenching your cock, and her fingers, with her juices. She pulls on your rod, finds her wet entrance and presses down with her hips. You feel her tight hole open for you, and your head slips in forcefully. You grunt, the feeling is too great. Rarity lets out a whining sigh into your ear.

Rarity props herself up with her hands on your shoulders. The rolling motion feels amazing inside her, her hot walls spread around the head of your thick shaft. Rarity begins easing herself down. She’s tighter than you’d imagined, hotter, too.

You lean your head back in pleasure, Rarity keeps going deeper and deeper. You feel a new pressure as her lips squeeze around the base of your cock.

“Ah, god fucking dammit, Bow! You’re so thick,” Rarity’s hair falls about your face, you feel her forehead rest against yours. She pants heavily in your face. “I took it all, though.” Rarity leans back up, resting her weight down on your hips and cock. She leans forward, just a little, and lifts her ass, then slides down on your rigid cock. Her tight pussy squeezes your dick, pushing her up yet sucking you in at the same time. The feeling is so much to take in.

Rarity lifts up again, further. You feel her wetness cool on your dick, but her hot vagina swallows you up again. She keeps fucking you, raising her hips and falling again at a slow rate, no semblance of a rhythm to be found.

Rarity descends again, leans back, pressing your head against her womb. “Bow, it’s time. You’ve been enjoying this too much, time for you to do the work.” Rarity pants lightly, lingering on your length a little longer.

She climbs off of you. You are stunned by the suddenness of the stoppage. Rarity was writhing and riding one moment, making you feel so close to bursting, then just stops and lets her fluids cool on your hard tool. Rarity unties the ball gag, unbinds your ankles and opens the cuffs. You rub your wrists and take off the sleep blinder. Before you stand. Rarity, her hair almost perfect, her small, pink nipples standing out on her full breasts turns about in the dim light. You can just barely see her ribs on her nude figure. She’s thin, but not unhealthy. Her hips aren’t very wide, but petite and so seductive, so alluring.

Rarity offers a playfully poignant hand to help you up. “Do you want to keep the whole slave act going, or do you want to ravish me at your pace?”

You swallow to make sure your mouth works before speaking. “Doesn't your asking answer your own question?”

Rarity just laughs daintily, her tits bounce just the slightest bit. “Okay, then, Bow. How would you do me-EE!” Rarity shrieks out playfully as you wrap your arms around her, lifting her up. You move one forearm to her ass and hold her up entirely that way, draping her over your shoulder like fresh game. Rarity giggles all the way to the bed, and feigns indignant loathing at the act of throwing her down like meat.

You remove your pants, stained as they are. You slip off your boxers and socks and dive into bed with her. She wiggles around on the black silk. You enjoy the softness of the sheets on your forearms, but only for a moment. Rarity smiles up at you. A million suggestions and scenarios fly through your mind, but you just abandon all of them for whatever feels right.

You carefully lower your body on hers so that your erection won’t actually touch her. Her breasts press into your collarbone, Rarity wraps her thin arms around you. You kiss Rarity’s soft skin, lick her neck and bite her shoulder like it’s just your first time together, and caress her warm flesh, kiss her nude body lower and lower. Rarity pants and writhes at your touch, her hands absently grasping and touching your back and head.

Rarity gasps as your hot breath tickles her hotness. You bend your knees and go to work between Rarity’s legs. Her wet pussy smells rank as any other, yet fantastically feminine and sexy. You kiss her lower lips and lap up her juices; there’s little need, she’s already drenched. You stop and move up to her navel again. You grab one of her full breasts and look into her face. Shes beautiful and picturesque, her pretty face should be on advertisements and fashion magazines. Now, her perfect hair is mussed and spittle is on her chin. You laugh inwardly and kiss her mouth.

You keep massaging her left breast, the spilling flesh fills your palm. Your right hand ventures south along her body’s trails to her wetness. You thrust a finger in, Rarity sucks in your breath and touches your face. You begin fucking her with one finger, leaning on an elbow whose hand plays with Rarity’s boob.

You slide in another finger to really coax her. You want her to cede to you. You begin to use technique, moving your fingertips in opposite circles and pressing into her g-spot. She arches her back, breaking the kiss; it never fails.

Rarity bites her finger and breathes hard for a moment. Finally she writhes and submits. “Fuck me! Stop playing and stick it in me again, Bow!”

You grin down at her. “Let me get the rope.” Rarity gasps, surprised and disappointed at the pause. You stand up, your erection gloriously protruding from your waist.

You quickly tie Rarity’s wrists to the headboard, but leave her feet. She’s ready and willing, you just want less resistance to really ploughing her.

“Why do we still nee-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You hold her face in one hand and give your most malicious glare. A spark of fear is on her face, but she still smiles. This must be like a scary movie to her, but the film's climax is her own, and it will be hard.

You smush her face between your fingers, her dainty cheeks contorted by your thumb and fingers. You smile and laugh demonically. You contemplate getting the blinder, but leave it. You stick a finger to Rarity’s lips. She kisses it, playing along. You put your other pointer finger on her chin and open her mouth. Rarity sucks your first digit in her lips. You let her fellate it for a moment, then give her your second finger to suck. She moans and sucks that in deep. You add force, and Rarity gags a little before taking them all the way to the base. Her throat is hot around your finger tips. Rarity looks up at you, teary eyed. You quickly pull your fingers out.

“What the fuck?!” Rarity yells between coughs. “I nearly vomited, you sick monster!”

You roar with laughter, your body holding Rarity’s own, flailing. “The way you moaned, it seemed almost as good as fingering your cunt. Don’t tell me you don’t like sucking on cock, now.”

You don’t let her respond, you press your lips against hers. She whimpers in her throat and doesn’t return the kiss. Her sweet lips are tight in defiance. You pull back and smack her with an open palm.

You move down between her legs, ready to fuck her vulnerable body hard. “Who’s your daddy?”

Rarity stares at you with mock hatred. “Fuck you.”

You put your rock-hard cock head on Rarity’s soaked pussy. “I said who the FUCK is your daddy, bitch?!”

“Go to hell, fuck-beak.”

You penetrate her pussy, just past the head. Rarity grimaces in pain, but can’t hide her smile. You lean forward and pinch one nipple hard. Rarity screams in agonized pleasure. “Who’s your fucking daddy?”

“AAAH! BOW! You are! Fuck me, Bow!”

You smack her again, a little lighter. “Fuckin’ ass, I will.” You pinch and twist her other nipple. Every muscle in Rarity’s figure flexes in retaliation. The way her arms strain the rope makes you unbelievably horny.

You lean back and start thrusting. Using Rarity’s hips as handles, you push your penis deeper into Rarity’s pretty pink. You feel her tight pussy walls clench your cock, her wet cunt feels so hot and good. You turn your hands and use her thighs for better leverage and pick up the pace.

Rarity’s screaming has subsided to dull moans. She mouths an expletive every so often, especially when you reach her cervix. You feel ready to burst inside. Rarity’s not a virgin, but she’s as clean and tight as one.

“Ah! Bow! Fuck me harder!” Rarity’s screams from nowhere, her voice becomes everywhere. You look up to see her drooling, her round breasts bouncing rhythmically. You lean forward and pound her, really pound her.

“GAAAAH! MMMYUEEEEEESS!” Rarity moans aloud every time your cock pushes her womb. You feel the wet on the base of your cock like sweat on your brow on a windy day. Rarity can’t take it all, but fuck her if she isn’t trying.

Rarity’s free legs stick up in the air while you drive in her. Her eyes are clamped shut, her mouth in some fucked up culmulation of emotions. Rarity’s cries turn to shrieks, then to full on screams.

You grunt every time you thrust. Your balls ache, your cock feels ready to shoot a huge load. You slow down to put off your own climax. “You alright, ah, Bow?” Rarity coos, panting.

“Shut your mug, slut.” You stop and rest for a moment. You lay down on Rarity’s sweaty skin, your own perspiration trickles down and mixes with hers. You feel good, stopping to rest pushes your climax a bit into the future.

You sit up again and stare at Rarity’s ravaged body. Her face reflects her horniness, her insatiate need for cock. You rock and thrust again, making her smile.

Suddenly, you inject your dick deep into Rarity. She shrieks in response, but her smile only grows. You want to smack it off her face, but the want to please is just a bit greater. You thrust hard again, then again. Her raw cunt lubricates your shaft all the way. Your insane pleasure mounts more and more as you hump faster and harder.

Rarity’s screaming resumes, but subsides. You grunt and shut your eyes to try and hold off a bit longer. Rarity’s legs stick up in the air again, you grab her ankles and lick her calf. Her salty sweat lingers on your tongue, and you suddenly thirst for her pussy. You lick her other calf instead, and fuck harder.

Rarity’s legs tremble and tense randomly, and she begins moaning louder and louder. You hungrily fuck hard, staring at her tits as they bounce in their limited range. A small wave washes over you, then another. The pleasure increases as your cock rams deep into Rarity's tight cunt. She’s staring up blankly now, whining with insane pleasure.

A third swell passes through your core, your climax is mounting. It becomes harder and harder to keep up the pace. You compromise and fuck deeper and faster. Rarity’s knees twitch and her toes curl as she sends one last shrill scream to the ceiling. A final wave of incredible release hits you, you feel your throbbing cock twitch.

A final spasm hits your spine. You press as deep as you can inside, you feel yourself release. A spurt of hot cum shoots into Rarity’s spasmodic cunt. You feel another shot, a third, bigger one, a fourth, a sixth, eighth, eleventh, then a last couple of twitches. Rarity, sucking air, lays her head down heavily, silent save her ragged panting. You relax, letting your consensual victim’s hips fall to the black, slick sheets. You sit back, feeling the milky presence inside Rarity’s pussy around your quasi-erect cock.

Rarity tries to say something, but all that comes out is a jumbled mix of sex words. You chuckle inwardly, selfishly taking in the view from between Rarity’s legs. Her bound wrists have limp hands, her heaving, beautiful chest and thin waist, her heavenly hips, her perfect thighs and ass all make you grin. The little alcohol in you has evaporated; Rarity isn’t a drunken one night stand or a desperate lay. Well, maybe a little desperate, or perhaps just picky.

You pull out and piss in the pot, not bothering to wash up. You’re fine with filth tonight, you can shower later. Rarity is between dozing and dreamily watching you as you untie her. She takes her wrists in her hands, they are a bit raw, red, but not too damaged. There might be a mark tomorrow. You’re glad regardless. Rarity’s perfect complexion, intellectual prowess, generous self-reliance and divine beauty are all perfectly molded into a uniquely fine woman.

You lay by her, smiling. You look in her tired eyes and see more than sated lust. You see desire, or something like it, taking root. You hold her hip and gently massage her side. Minutes ago you would have loved to drip hot oil on it, or whip her back, or put the handle to the crop in her cunt and take pictures. Other than mildly regretting not capturing photos, you feel content not doing all that. Rarity’s special, especially if she wants a little abuse now and again.

You try to find words, but none come immediately. You move closer anyway and whisper: “We don’t need to wait for my next dinner party to fuck, you know.”

Rarity bites your ear playfully, but not gently. You fight her will by grabbing nipple and squeezing. She responds by biting harder, rather painfully. You begin to twist, and she immediately submits.

“Ah! Okay, Bow! Okay!” She had somehow rolled on top of you, tangling her legs with yours. Her deep violet hair hangs down over your face. Its fantastic scent, combined with her beauteous weight on your waist stirs your genitals. You feel yourself begin to harden under Rarity’s touch.

You feel a warmth, then a cool sensation on your ear. It’s bleeding, not too much. You don’t care at all. Rarity does, and she bends down to such it off your lobe. She touches the little wound with her tongue, then wraps her lips around it. You grab her round ass with both hands and play, squeezing and moving her flesh.

Rarity sits up and swallows your essence. She licks her lips and says : “Mmm, nice, tasty blood.” She takes one of your hands in hers and uses it to palm her full breast. “Are you busy tomorrow? I was thinking of making you a new suit.”

“Actually,” you reply without skipping a beat. “This fantastic bitch I like is planning on designing me a new tux, I’m not sure if I can squeeze you in.” At the word “squeeze” you forcefully squeeze Rarity’s breast, making her smile and buckle.

Rarity doesn’t respond with words, just a roll of her eyes and massages her other breast. You take your other hand, adjust your stiffening rod, and lightly play with Rarity’s pussy lips. The heat of the soft, caressing silk on your back matches that of her pussy.

Rarity moans and leans forward on your chest. You kiss her neck and spread her lips with two fingers, and insert your middle finger. You dive it deep inside, drawing a heavy breath from her. Rarity moans deeply and reaches down to massage your slowly hardening shaft. You lay like this for a small while, moaning, breathing on each other’s necks and touching your genitals.

Rarity whispers in your ear: “I’m yours, Bow. Do me any way you want.”

From her trembling voice, you can tell she means anything. You’re sleepy, but very horny. You sit her up and stare at her body sitting on yours. “I wanna fuck you like an animal, Rarity.” You touch her hot pussy again, a bit of your cum gets on your fingers. You hold up those fingers, and Rarity sucks them clean, finishing with a loud gulp. She grins a pretty, innocent grin and slowly massages your steel shaft.

You grab Rarity’s waist and slide out from under her. You kiss her mouth furiously. She reacts with a startled, muffled yelp, but fades into a pleased moan. You suck her tongue into your mouth and bite on it gently. Blood and another tiny organic taste float onto your taste buds, but they are just compliments, or pollutants, to her sweet saliva.

When at last you let her go, Rarity hangs her tongue out of her mouth and looks at you lustfully. You stand on your knees, rock hard again. “Bend over, Rarity.”

She smiles and submits, wiggling her perfect ass at you. You grab her rump in each hand and press your head on her pussy lips. Rarity coos over her shoulder at you. You push forward and penetrate, more easily than before. Rarity’s painfully tight cunt has loosened slightly, still naturally lubricated enough to make it easy. Your shaft drives in a few inches, making Rarity moan aloud. You rock back and forth, parting her walls and feeling every inch of her bare flesh.

You pull hard on her hips and penetrate all the way to the hilt of your cock. Rarity releases a short scream and a tiny bit of vaginal fluid in response. You pull back and push on her ass, then pull her to you and thrust deep. You hump and pull faster and faster, her tight pussy squeezes your shaft hard. Rarity can’t stop moaning and panting, screaming and tossing her head around.

Your hips and arms tire out fairly soon. When you slow down to a gentle andante, Rarity stands up on her knees. You grab her breasts and help support her as she straightens her back to your chest. Without even really thinking about it, you play with her lips and her breast with either hand, licking and biting her neck with the other. Rarity turns her head away, but she’s deeply engulfed with hot passion. Or maybe it’s just cheap lust. You can imagine her horny, flushed face perfectly.

You rock your hips forward, pressing deeper up into Rarity’s tight, hot cunt. The sensitive underside of your shaft rubs against her g-spot forcefully. Rarity moans tremulously and bends her back more, pressing against bottom of your bulging erection and pushing her shoulders into your chest, thrusting her breasts outward. You relax and flex your hips a few more times, sliding out and into Rarity. Her back curves at an acute arc, but her flexible form just showcases her sexual prowess.

You sit back and push her back to her hands and knees. Rarity weakly objects, but her face is flooded with shock as you push a single finger deep into her anus.

“B-Bow! Not there! That’s just,” she turns in place to glare and beg at you. “That’s just downright vulgar! I won’t, I can’t. I, I. . . .”

You grab the riding crop you hid between the mattress and the wall. “If you don’t grin and bear it, you’ll get forty on the ass.” You stand and place the end of the whip on her belly, just above the sexy triangle of hair above her slit.

“I have anal lube, Rarity.” Her reaction to the ease of your words is priceless: a sour mix of childish shame at the vulgarity, a deep discomfort at the idea, and shock that this might be happening. “It feels amazing, from what I’ve seen. That cunt Blossomforth’s ass shook like an earthquake after a minute or two. I read it’s like an orgasm throughout your body.”

A wanton belief flashes across Rarity’s, she seems to love the idea. “But, it will hurt.” She touches her own back door lightly. “Won’t it?”

You don’t answer immediately. Instead, you spread her thighs with the riding crop admiringly. You get up, dig in the trunk for the lube and coat your cock in slick jelly. You wipe the excess from your hand on her hole.

Rarity feebly objects and closes her legs. “No. No! I can’t! I just, your cock is so thick, I just can’t, Bow. Plee-eease?” Rarity begs. She claps her hands together in front of her chest, pleading.

You grab your stiff phallus in your left hand and touch the riding crop to her round, perfect ass. “Flip over or spread ‘em.” Your flat tone surprises you, you sound truly heartless. “Aren’t you curious why those sluts love getting dick in their asses? It’s gotta be for a reason. Aren’t you, painfully curious?” You cruelly smack her ass to drive your point. Rarity whimpers once. “Flip over or spread ‘em.”

Rarity does so and bites her lip, she’s at least curious, and very horny. “Can you just play with it first? Loosen,” Rarity gulps, finding courage born of curiosity. “Loosen my asshole a bit first?” She puts on a genuinely desperate grin to appease your mercy.

You smile back. “Safeword’s clef..” Rarity closes her eyes and sighs. Her legs relax and part slowly. She’s anxiously nervous. You smack her sensitive, milky, delicious thighs with the riding crop. It leaves a perfect red outline.

Rarity’s little yelp at your touch is sexy and adorable. She groans and tilts her head back, covering her face with her hand. You push your first knuckle in, Rarity reacts verbally. You wiggle your finger further in, her tight muscles squeeze your fingertip hard.

“Relax, Rarity. How’s it feel?”

She only moans in response. You stick the rest of your finger in, draw out to the fingertip and thrust in quickly, the lube making a small, wet noise. Rarity moans out, unmuffled by her arm. You thrust again. Her asshole flexes spastically. You keep going for about ten or so pushes with your first digit, completely burying it time and time again. Rarity moans in weak protest and intense stimulation.

You feel less resistance on your finger the last time. You push inside again, making Rarity cry out again, and feel her hole. You use your fingertip to play with her anus, pulling on it.

You ease your first two fingers inside, making Rarity twist. “Oohh, gently, please!” Rarity begs. You just smile and slowly push your two fingers inside. Her slippery hole slowly yields to you.

“GAH!” Rarity goes tense with strain.

“Rarity, focus,” you gently command her. “Just relax your muscles, that’s the most important thing.”

“But dicks aren’t meant to go there,” she mutters in retort. You disregard in and thrust again, punishing her snideness.

“I won’t ease up until you relax.” You emphasize with a lunge and a deep, writhing inside her. Rarity flexes all over, arching her back and crying out loud.

“Oh, okay. I’ll relax,” Rarity says with shaking breath. You leave your fingers in her, applying slight pressure straight up into Rarity. She eases her back to the silk sheets and bends her elbows above her head. Her thighs slump down and you can feel the squeezing tension relent. You begin to slowly move your fingers in an inaudible rhythm.

Rarity’s muscles tense involuntarily, but she’s starting to get the hang of making them ease up. You squeeze in your third finger, making Rarity cringe. She makes herself relax effectively enough to allow it entry.

“That’s my little slut,” you whisper to her. Rarity breathes in shakily, but fails to retort. You push all three fingers in forcefully and spread them into a line. Rarity shouts in agony, but her voice falls to a loud, tantalizing moan. You can’t believe she hasn’t tried the safeword yet. Maybe she has, but hasn't the ability to speak. You smile wickedly at that thought and thrust again.

You pull your fingers out suddenly and watch Rarity’s asshole remain hideously open for another moment. You use your dirty hand rub your steel rod. Some excess lubricant comes off on your hands, so you put that in Rarity’s asshole. You don’t warn her about the penetration, she knows what’s coming.

Rarity’s breath catches as you push your head in. Her ass is somehow tighter than her cunt. It’s slow, messy, deafening work, but Rarity screams in pleasured pain as you sink deeper and deeper inside.

You are halfway or so in when you begin to register that Rarity’s loving this whole fuck. You slowly push deep and pull back, press again and recede, advance and retreat in and out of her tight ass. Rarity’s voice fails her. She makes it known to the entire tiny soundproof room that she loves getting her asshole fucked. Rarity praises your girth, your length, your speed, your every inch and movement inside her. You push all the way inside; her asshole clamps down on every inch of your cock.

You feel a hot stirring inside her, she’s trembling a bit. You move deep inside, pressing deeper and relenting rhythmically. Rarity tosses out random swears, words of affirmation and adoration. She’s completely blissful with anal sex.

“Ah, Bow! I can feel every movement inside, it feels so good!” Rarity cries out. You carefully turn her on her side and shut her legs. Your cock wetly twists inside, making Rarity shake. You go back to pounding away, occasionally twisting. You feel close to cumming again.

Rarity grips the pillow as hard as she can and begins moaning and mumbling. You smack her ass, but she only drools a bit more and speaks the word “whip” before mumbling dreamily. You feel her entire body twitch and spasm. Her spine trembles and you feel it rock your own nerves. Rarity’s ass is about to make you explode, you can feel it.

Rarity writhes in place, squirming around. You thrust hard and fast, making her moan and cry out constantly. She tosses her head around wildly, fucking up her fine hair.

You feel yourself nearing your climax quickly. You grunt and pant and fuck harder. Bestial lust overcomes you, forcing you to go deeper and harder into Rarity’s tight ass. She arches her back and screams as loud as she can.

Rarity shouts at the top of her lungs, incoherently convulsing with extreme orgasm. Her hot flesh pulls on the sensitive head inside her ass, and you feel a jolt rush up your shaft. It throbs twice, then finally explodes. You feel spurt after spurt of hot cum jet out into Rarity’s asshole. You manage to slip out and release the last four or five shots on her round, red cheeks.

You massage out the last bit of semen from your cock and let it fall on her back. Rarity rubs her face with her hands and tries to stop her shaking. The bed is soaked between where you kneel and where she lays.

“Oh, my head,” Rarity whines. She rolls onto her back and rubs her temples. “It feels like everything’s spinning still.”

“Really? I just took your asshole’s virginity, and you’re complaining about a headache?” You rub your sore neck idly and watch Rarity’s twitches recede.

She smirks and tries to stand on her knees, but they fall from under her, Rarity comes down clumsily on the softness of the bed. You sit down next to her and hold your semi-rigid dick to her lips. Rarity frowns, but tentetivly licks some of the stringy cum off the head. She spits it out on her chin immediately.

“Tastes like me,” she grumbles tiredly. Rarity sits back on her thighs, you can see her pink and white pussy between her ankles. Sperm is smeared across the dark silk. “I’m sorry for just, losing it like that.” Rarity meekly fixes her hair and wipes her face. “It was just like you said though, my entire body felt like it was tingling. God, it was amazing.”

You move to the side of the bed and stand up again. You move behind Rarity and touch her hair, she gently grabs your hand in hers and looks up into your eyes. Her face is a priceless mixture of satisfaction and other things. Rarity gets up, too, regaining her elegant grace, to a diminished degree.

Rarity immediately rinses her mouth and washes her face, so you use the time to piss. You and her trade places, shamelessly taking care of your bodily needs after sex.

“That was,” Rarity turns off the faucet and shakes her hands dry. “That was an experience.” The beautiful, naked woman bends over the end of the bend, her palms on the sheets, and looks straight at you. “What now?” She asks in a hushed voice.

You look around, the torn clothes strewn on the ground, the bits of leather and plastic laying about randomly, the stained sheets, Rarity’s perfect hair mussed; all are pieces of a fuck gone right. You can’t hold back a satisfied sigh. “I’m fucking tired.”

“Me too,” Rarity says. She pouts and looks at the bed, the soft, comfortable bed. “We can always bathe in the morning, can’t we.” Rarity climbs onto the mattress and lays on her side seductively. Her elbow is perfectly in a little cum pool.

“Want to join me, master Bow Strings?”

You walk to the bed and lay next to her, kiss her mouth gently and wrap your hands around her waist. Rarity giggles and embraces you, holding her full breasts to your chest. You break away, feeling almost hard again. “This time,” you whisper in her ear. “Let’s do it slow.”

You roll on top of Rarity and move off of her, then pull her to you, spooning her. Rarity sighs hotly and leads your hands to her inner thighs. She giggles as you bite her ear, touch her breasts and her wet pussy again.

You feel tired, but slowly love Rarity’s flesh anyway. She lays her head back and lightly rubs her body on yours. The silk suddenly feels devine, soft and warm and inviting. You close your eyes and feel Rarity’s movements slow, and stop. You rest, feeling the soft embrace of sleep. Rarity says something, but you can’t make it out. She squeezes your cock with her hand, waking you up immediately.

Rarity rolls over and kisses your mouth, you return it eagerly. She draws back, screwing her fingers around your once more rock-hard erection.“Encore, Bow.”

Pinkie Pie

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The last speaker thuds heavily down onto the stage. You’ve always hated hauling those 1600 Watt subs, but they’re definitely worth it. Those were the things that made the walls and the floor shake.

“Thanks, Beau,” you say tiredly. “I know how much you hate modern music, you can go sip caviar and smoke champagne, or whatever now.”

Beau Strings wipes his brow and simultaneously waves a bird at you. “Hope your stupid speakers explode, Axel. At least I got a steady job and a steady girl.”

You push the shaggy light cocoa hair out of your eyes with a vigorous bird of your own. “Thanks, ass. Hey, if you’re done helping set up, you can le-”

“HI BEAU!” A shrill voice called from the other end of the floor. “And Helloooo, Beau’s new friend! I’m Pinkie Pie, and I’m here to welcome youuu to Ponyville.”

A pink-clad, go figure, girl bounces up to the stage where you stand, her big breasts bounce in a big way. They’re so perky, they look enormous in her little tube top. She’s wearing her hair up in a cute ponytail and has some skin tight jeans.

“You’re playing tonight, huh? Let me guess, metal? No, no drums or guitars. Oh! You’re a rapper! Hmm, nah, you don’t really look like a rapper, you don’t have that rhyme vibe, ya know?”

Beau was gone.

“That leaves DJ! YEAH! Those huge speakers are gonna make the place shake! Oh, I love DJ’s. I’m Pinkie Pie, I work here at Sugar Cube Corner, but you knew that I bet. What’s your name?”

You pick up your jaw and search your brain. “Uh, Axel. My stage name is Accelerandea. I do dubstep and stuff. Nice to meet you, Pinkie. Can I call you that?”

“Yeah, sure, everyone I know does, and I know everyone in town. You’re on first tonight, so it’s cool you’re here already.” A yellow flyer materialized in her hand. “Then we got two metal bands and the night ends with another DJ. Weird set list...”

You occupy your eyes and mind with moving speakers and equipment. Pinkie’s rack and hourglass figure are hard not to stare at. Her cleavage isn’t helping much, either.

“Anyway,” she continues, her dynamic voice is too cute. “Need some help? You’re not up for an hour. If we get done we could, maybe, roast a bowl?”

You nudge a 15”speaker into place atop a 32” sub and hook up the amp. “Fuck yeah, wanna match?”

“Aw yeah!” Pinkie Pie yells loudly. “And drinks are free to performers, too. You’re 21, right?”

“Who cares?” You are, but it’s the principle that matters.

Pinkie laughs again. “I know right? I think one of the guitarists in the second band is still in high school! Can you believe that?! I hope he doesn’t miss his precious study time!”

You and Pinkie Pie laugh voraciously for a few seconds. Her jugs bounce as she chuckles. The big, round breasts seem to point out on their own. You think they might just do that without a bra, and naturally want to test that hypothesis.

“Hey, Pinkie, if you’re not doing anything, mind helping me move all my crap back here?”

“Sure! But you’re loading the first bowl.”

* * *

“This is the stickiest shit I’ve eve-” COUGH COUGH!

Pinkie Pie’s coughing fit overlaps the amazing metal playing from a small home stereo system. “You okay, Pinkie?” Pinkie Pie’s chronic pales in comparison to your G-17. This shit was expensive, the Cadillac, no, the Lamborghini of bud. Still, when a bombshell girl rolls along and needs impressing, it does the trick. The snicklefritz would have been just fine, but Pinkie Pie looks like she loves to party.

“I th-think so. Shit, what is this shit? Alien bud?” Pinkie laughs and sits back in her bean bag chair, passing her bong to some other girl and her boyfriend. The guy, Trent or Tristan, you couldn't even hope to remember, cracked his knuckles and lit the torch.

“Careful, Tristan,” the blond girl says in a southern drawl. “If Pinkie couldn't handle it well, I don’t have much hope for you.”

Tristan just smiles and focuses on pulling out two big lungfuls. The chamber on the pink and purple water pipe becomes hazy, then opaque with smoke. Tristan takes out the bowl and slowly inhales a quarter of the hit, then almost half, and then coughs violently. His gorgeous girlfriend took the bong quickly and tried her best to finish. She took in just as much before holding it in successfully, sputtering and coughing out tiny bits of smoke.

You snatch it up quickly and replace the bowl piece. You use your own lighter to reignite the still green and white skunk bud, adding a fresh hit to the smoky chamber. The inside begins to turn a solid white, the other three in the pink, naturally pink, bedroom are still sharing one coughing fit, Tristan more so than anyone else. You remove the bowl and inhale as fast and as hard as you can. The smoke hits your throat like a fist, then falls deep into your lungs. The haze burns from the inside. You instantly feel lightheaded and queasy, but the THC rushes to your brain nonetheless.

You count to four before exploding like the rest. You cap the remaining smoke with your palm and stifle your cough in the same arm’s elbow.

“Ho-oly fuck on a fi-iddle!” Pinkie Pie coughs. “That’s really the stickiest shit I’ve ever-” COUGH COUGH!

“Jeez, Axel,” the other girl with a great rack says. “I bet it’s radioactive or somethin’.” She’s amazingly beautiful, too. She’s taken, it seems. Unfortunate. Her cowboy hat would look great hanging on the bedpost of the headboard, and her tiny plaid shirt would look great on the floor.

You pass along the bong and slump back against the wall. Darkness replaces your peripheral vision. You shift the tunnel that is your sight on Pinkie Pie and relax. The cannabis is too potent for its own good.

Blood flows along paths of its own choosing, it seems, and you feel your groin tense up as you watch Pinkie giggle and take the bong again. You pull yourself up and watch her inhale gingerly. Her chest lifts up, pushing her tits up and out in a glorious way. She’s actually managed to get a full hit of the strongest grass known to man! The dark tunnel fades and Pinkie Pie continues to captivate you as she passes the glass.

“Oh my fucking god, Pinkie! I’ve never seen anyone take that huge of a hit of G-17 in my life!”

Pinkie Pie grins wide, showing off her perfect white teeth. She squints her eyes a bit and snickers, making smoke snake out between her pearly whites. Then she lunges forward, releasing the full tank into your face. You reflexively inhale all you can, also tasting Pinkie’s breath. The warm haze fills your lungs. Your salivary glands kick on, you really want to kiss her full lips.

Tristan and his woman do the same as Pinkie did. Tristan took in a large drag, but not too impressive, and blew out slowly into the southern belle’s mouth.

Pinkie sits “criss-cross-applesauce”, in her words, right in front of you, her knee touching your left leg. You smile at her and watch the other chick take a conservative pull of smoke, filling her nice, tanned and toned torso with mostly fresh air. Jeez, her tits are great, too. So is that sexy waist of hers. To your surprise, she turns to you and winks. You take one glance at the gruffy boyfriend. To your greater surprise, he gives a nonchalant wave of his hand in approval.

The blond girl comes forward and closes her eyes. She purses her lips, her cheeks redden from a combination of nervous arousal and oxygen deprivation. You meet her halfway and not only meet lips, but return a deep kiss. She slowly releases most of her breath into you. Her shoulders shake in your hands, but she remains up on her own throughout the exchange. Finally, she opens her eyes and pulls back, the last bits of smoke fall from her lips.

“Not bad, sugarcube,” she quietly replies. She tips her hat at you, using her hand to block a sly wink from her man’s view.

“Not bad yourself,” you respond. She arches her back as she hands you the bong, not being shy in the slightest.

You carefully inhale the rolling bowl and take in a hit almost as large as Pinkie Pie’s. The thick smoke shoots down into your lungs, and you force it to stay against your body’s will. Pinkie swiftly leans forward, places a strong hand on your upper thigh, and pushes her nice lips to yours. You can’t hope to hold the smoke in, and release it all into her mouth. Pinkie sucks the hit in eagerly, almost all of it. You both cough the last bits out.

A brand new wave washes over your brain. Pinkie coughs twice more than you and instantly kisses you again, deeply. She moans a little into your mouth and sucks on your lips. You kiss back and move back to the wall. Pinkie follows obediently, placing her other hand on your shoulder. You feel the light grace of her tongue on your upper lip, but she vanishes from your touch before you can lick back.

“Who is it?” Pinkie Pie gleefully calls, stifling a little cough. The door knob turns, you didn’t hear any noise at the door before.

To the left, her door opens and lets in another woman, this one young and attractive like the other two. She has medium length hair, but it’s two tone neon blue, almost glowing with its own fluorescence. “Hey Pinks. Hey, uh, Alex?”

“Axel.” You pick up the bong and sit up as best you can. Tristan and what’s her face have gone back to macking. This new chick is too familiar, forgetting her name has made you feel downright rude.

You smile and hand her the bong. “You performing tonight, too?” you ask, trying not to mumble. The cannabis is so potent, it’s a real challenge. What was her name? you ask yourself. Dammit, Tristan, cut that shit out.

“Yeah, I’m the headliner, jackass.” Her voice is a true rockstar’s: just a bit gruff to make her seem badass and just a lot sexy. She and her glowing hair sit on the floor between you and the door. She takes the bong impolitely. This suddenly familiar cute chick picks up a lighter, whoever’s, and begins taking a serious rip.

Pinkie Pie mouths “pony” at you behind a hiding hand. “Oh, DJ PON-3? Fuck, I shoulda recognized you! Hell, I love your mixes!” You feel like a bit of a kissass, but that’s okay. Smooching flank in the music business is seldom a bad idea.

You turn back to Pinkie. She’s beaming, again, but her eyes are half-full with sedated glee. “Careful, Scratchy,” Pinkie Pie says quietly, then breaks down to a little violent snicker. You can’t help but laugh, in response to the name if nothing else.

“Scratchy” doubles over in her sitting position and tries in vain to keep her hit in. She coughs roughly three times and calms herself. “No one calls me that!” she says, her cheeks red as roses. “It’s DJ PON-3 or Vinyl Scratch, not SCRATCHY! Only one person calls me that.”

“Sorry, Vinyl,” Pinkie says genuinely. The famous DJ smiles into the bong and clears the chamber with deceivingly great ease. Vinyl holds her lungs full for ten seconds, then coughs out the last of the smoke. “‘sgood, huh? Axel got some stuff called G-17, It’s the stickiest shit I’ve ever cough, cough!”

You and the lovebirds bust out laughing when Pinkie Pie actually says “cough cough”. Vinyl tries to laugh, but just coughs twice, coincidentally with the same rhythmic accent as Pinkie used.

“It’s pretty fucking good, Axel,” Vinyl says, “I’ll give ya that. I’d say you should sell weed, but I haven’t even heard your set yet. You’re on first, right?” Vinyl passes the bong to Pinkie Pie. She hops up in her spot in slow motion to receive it, making funny spaceship sounds.

“Yeah, I’m up first.” You slink back against the wall and just stare in Pinkie Pie’s general direction. You observe her gingerly pull some thick white smoke into the glass tube, rubbing her bare upper chest like she’s got Vick’s or something. Her big breasts rise with her ribs in a magnificent way, incidentally hugging the neck of the bong between them. You lift up one knee to hide the inevitable hard on that’s on its way.

“Atta girl!” Vinyl praises. “Hold that hit in like pro!”

Pinkie Pie’s cheeks swelled up like she was smuggling nuts. Her face was happy regardless as she held her breath in her chest. You sit up to watch, but Pinkie’s eyes bug out joyfully and she leans forward, making her heavy tits point to the floor boards. Pinkie walks on her hands to you and brings her lips to yours again, slowly letting you inhale her breath. When it’s not hot and smoky, Pinkie’s breath is sweet and inviting. You carefully suck it all in, fighting the dark feeling pulling at the sides of your brain. You stay awake and take in all of her hit, not letting any smoke escape. Fresh THC wades into your high head again.

“Kinky, Pinkie,” Vinyl’s seemingly distant voice says. You fight your eyes open and exhale. The sheer volume you let out amazes you, and so does the light feeling you get. You can’t tell if you’re still conscious. A need for water and another kiss, maybe some more touching, that’s all you can think about.

“Wa-water. I need some liquid refreshment,” you somehow say suavely. You can’t help but laugh thickly and shake your head awake.

“Ya alright, Axel?” Pinkie asks, suddenly in front of you. Or was she there already?

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply honestly, looking into her big blue eyes. They look really pretty, you want to explore around inside them some. “It’s just good shit. And cotton mouth. Because.... Europe.” You snicker and slap your leg at your own hilarious randomness. Pinkie giggles, too. That’s good, she’s cute, or hot. Fucking hot. Nice rack, too. Fucking hot rack, maybe she could cook some steaks on that. You laugh again and find your eyes looking at some wood, the floor. Right, the floor. That’s like, the Earth or something, somehow. Whatever.

“Pinkie,” you manage to say.

“Axel!” she replies giddily.

You sit up and see every girl in the room. So many girls, this should be everyday. “I need liquid Earth. No, wait. I need liquid refreshment. Also, when am I on?”

Pinkie Pie hops up and says: “Bottle of Earth, coming right u-oh jeez. One sec, I’m, I gotta, woah.” Pinkie Pie leans on a bed post and holds her head. “I need to stop seeing black,” she laughs. “Oh my god, that stuffs potent.”

“Y’alright, Pinks?” Vinyl Scratch asks.

Pinkie Pie grins wide and shakes her head. “I’m fine, just got up too quick. I’ll get us all some sodas. Tristan, Applejack, you want, uh, maybe you want the room. Guys, let’s all get out for the rutting couple, ‘kay?”

You look right and see that Tristan and Applejack, that’s her name, are really making out passionately. Tristan’s knee is creeping up Applejack’s bare thigh quickly. You feel a powerful lust for some tan skin.

“Thanks, Pinkie,” you think you hear. A hand drops down between you and them, the nails are painted red and blue. It’s Pinkie Pie’s.

“Come on, peeping tom, time to make de muziks!”

“No Eiffel Tower?” You say laughing.

“No what? What are you smoking?” Pinkie Pie helps you up and pushes, making you stumble to the doorway. The world fades to darkness briefly and your knees feel like jelly. You find the doorway with your blind hands and stabilize yourself before continuing.

The world quickly comes back to you. Vinyl leads you and Pinkie Pie downstairs and backstage.

“What’s an Eiffel Tower?” Pinkie asks in the darkness. “I mean, not the French landmark. What you said? Or was it just high rambling bullshit?”

You turn and take a glass full of water from her, gladly draining it in four seconds. “Ah, thanks,” you say as you wipe your lips with a forearm. “Uh, it’s sorta a sex move. Basically, one guy goes at it on a girl from doggystyle while a different guy gets head, and they high five.”

“What?!” Vinyl clutches her sides and laughs. “That’s ridiculous!”

Pinkie falls victim to another one of her intense bouts of laughter. “I was just joking! It’s, it’s just funny, I wasn’t serious.”

“Oh man, that’s good. I gotta try that!” Pinkie says, then falls into another rolling bit of laughter. “Sounds fun!”

Before you can say anything, Vinyl Scratch disappears out the side entrance. You stand with Pinkie Pie, high as hell and alone stage. You wonder how long it is until you go onstage. “Hey Pinkie P-”

“Yeah?” she interjects.

“Ha, how long until I go on? Do we have time for a drink? I’m buyin’.”

Pinkie just turns around and starts walking. “Yeah, for the price of zero dollars, you better! I can’t afford that kind of luxury.” The walk to the bar is short. You can see the stage easily, the area in front has about two dozen metal heads and live music goers. Almost all are from Ponyville, you suspect.

“What d’ya want, Axel?” Pinkie Pie asks from behind the bar. She turns, again, and looks up and around at the assortment of the veritable rainbow of colored drinks and liquors. “We got, Applejack Daniels, Royal Crown, you name it. I even got a bunch of drinks named after me and my friends! I like Scratch the best, it’s actually two shots in a row. Want that?”

You look up from her round butt in her tight jeans and register whatever question she just asked. “Uh, sure, sounds good. Why not?”

“One Scratchy coming right up!” Pinkie turns back and grabs a bottle of Irish creme and some rum, and four shot glasses.

“Pinkie, that’s, uh, fuck it. Let’s get drunk!” You slap the table and listen to whatever track is playing to keep the people around. Something too grumbly, but that’s okay.

“Just wait,” Pinkie says. “I still gotta make ‘em!” She dexterously puts down a bottle of gin, blue curacao and lemon juice with one hand and begins pouring irish creme and rum into a shot glass with the other. She pours another shot, then fills the other shot glasses with gin and curacao. Pinkie tops off all four shots with a squirt of lemon juice, making the creme curdle in the first two.

“Quick, slam this one, I’ll do this one!” Pinkie pushes the first glass towards you and picks up the second, both have the creme and rum. You take it and toss it back, the thickening creme sticks to your teeth and lets the rum shoot back. You down the liquor and use your tongue to get the sticky cement off of your teeth. It tastes pretty delicious.

“Now the second, do it!” Pinkie downs the third glass, so you grab the fourth brightly colored shot. You slam that one back, too. It’s tougher, but you manage the liquor pretty easily.

You swallow again and feel good. You meet Pinkie Pie’s eyes again, so adorable and bright blue. There’s a trail of curacao and gin on her chin, and it drips onto her shirt, just at the seam, barely missing the bare skin of her cleavage.

“Pinkie, ya got a little something here,” you say and point at your chest. She looks down with a look of shock at her large tits.

“Where?! Can you get it for me? I don’t see it,” Pinkie Pie says.

“Sure, just, lean forward and,” you reach forward and use your thumb and first finger to pinch the little damp spot of her shirt, pushing a knuckle into her large left breast.

“Ah! Thanks!” Pinkie smiles at you, her cheeks suddenly rosy, and licks her thumb and blots out the spot. “I’m so messy sometimes. It’s a shame, really.”

You sit on a stool and simply watch the way her boobs move as she pulls on her shirt. “Believe me, I don’t mind in the least.”

Pinkie Pie suddenly finishes and looks up, catching you stare. “Hey, I didn’t welcome you to Ponyville, yet, have I?”

You blink at her sudden suggestiveness. “Uh, kinda, you gave me a free drink and let me use your bong.”

“No no,” Pinkie says with a wave. She leans over the bar and gets really close to your face. “I mean, I haven’t welcomed, you to town yet.”

“Wha, uh, I don-” Pinkie Pie shuts you up with a sudden kiss, sloppy and full of tongue. She quickly thrusts her tongue into your mouth, making you taste her sweet saliva. It tastes just like the drinks you just shared. Pinkie leans back and moans slightly as she pulls on your tongue with her lips. You lean forward and eagerly return her movements, leaning on the bar and holding her chin in one hand. Her smooth face graces your fingertips as she pulls away.

“Woah,” she whispers at you, her face is crimson from her eyebrows to her upper lip.

“Woah,” you whisper back, exchanging smiles. Your face feels really warm, too.

Pinkie adjusts her tank top and looks toward the crowd. You sneak another glance at her cleavage and look back too. Some of the dark area backstage is visible, but the couch is obscured well. “Axel?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“Pinkie!” you reply playfully.

“Heh, wanna make out?” She puts on a winning smile and turns her head slightly, holding your eye. Hers are tinted pink, like the rest of her personality.

You glance at the slowly growing crowd and look back. “Sure. Could you bring two bottles of water, and maybe some Jäger?”

Pinkie’s eyes pop and her shoulders lift as she chortles once. “Finally, someone who knows how to pronounce it! I mean, it’s just German for crying out loud, how hard is it to put a little throat into the a?” Pinkie turns and stands needlessly on her tippy toes to grab the dark green bottle with the orange stripe and white label. You gladly give her round rump a proper gaze.

Pinkie Pie snags some waters and you sneak backstage, wasting no time to sit on the couch. Pinkie pounces and lays her body on yours, making you fall back. The old, dusty couch creaks as you lay your head on the armrest and let Pinkie suck on your lower lip. Her large breasts sink into your chest, but she only kisses faster. You run one hand along her side, your fingertips finding bare flesh on her hip. You slowly slide your hand under her shirt and feel her warm, soft skin and groan a little into her mouth. Pinkie exhales deeply and falls into your more, sinking her chest and hips onto you. Pinkie moans and slowly slides her fingertips to your belt. She suddenly pulls back, but keeps your hand where it is.

“Mind if I take this off?” she quickly says.

“Not at all, go for it, Pinkie.”

Pinkie Pie swiftly pulls her pink top over her head and lets it fall on your face. You inhale her scent as quickly and deeply as you can, then throw it on the ground, a little disappointed that she wasn’t talking about your pants. Your eyes are greeted by a pair of amazing breasts barely contained by a black push up bra. Pinkie playfully squeezes them together and lifts, then lets them fall, bouncing until the rest.

“C-can I try?” You curse at yourself for stuttering.

Pinkie Pie tosses her short ponytail over her shoulder and says: “Go for it, Axel.” Her instantly sultry voice makes your hardening rod stiffen fully. You reach up and take them into both hands. They’re almost too much to handle. You stare at her surprisingly slender waist, then back to her tits. You squeeze and lift, then let go, letting them fall heavily. The way they jiggle makes Pinkie Pie giggle. She licks her lips and squeezes them again hard in her fingers.

“Ah, you’re gonna have to be a little rough with them later. I haven’t horsed around for too long.”

You push your hips up and adjust yourself, then grab her big breasts again. “May I?” you ask.

“Go for it!” Pinkie says, beaming wide as she can. You slowly squeeze, sinking your fingertips deep into the soft fabric over the softer flesh. Pinkie moans, a little loudly, and arches her back a bit. You let up and squeeze harder, making her moan again. Her tits are spilling out between your fingers like bags of rice.

“Oh my god,” Pinkie Pie moans and leans forward. “No more! I can’t take it, we need to stop before we get into it.”

“Jeez, Pinkie,” you whisper in her ear, which is just next to your mouth as she breathes heavily on your neck. “Are those things that sensitive?”

Pinkie nods her head and says: “Uh huh.” She kisses and sucks on your neck for a bit, slightly grinding her big thighs on yours.

“Axel?” Pinkie moans into your ear.

“Pinkie!” you say back quietly.

She tosses her head back in laughter, whipping her hair into your face. “Axel, you gotta go on in five. It’s past seven.”

“How can you tell?” you ask.

Pinkie Pie simply points over your head. You arch your back, incidentally pushing your chest into Pinkie Pie’s, and crane your neck to look. A digital clock with bright red numbers above a closed doorway reads five after. “Oh.”

“Well,” Pinkie pie says, giggling. “We’ll meet up after your set. It sucks that I have to wait, Axel, I’m so fucking ready. And this banana in your pants feels ready, too.” Pinkie rubs along your steel shaft in your pants with her thigh, making it twitch.

“Pinkie?” you ask, smiling almost as wide as her.

“Axel!” she screams like she’s suddenly about to orgasm. She’s a great actor. “Ha ha, what? I’m just joking, jeez.

You crack up for a bit, then look at Pinkie’s amazing, sensitive tits. “I was gonna ask, what if Tristan and Applejack aren’t done?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Pinkie says. “You’ve got forty minutes. If they’re not done by then, we’ll kick ‘em out. That’s plenty of time. Hey, they might be done already.”

You crack your neck as you lay on the sofa. “Cool.”

“Cool,” Pinkie Pie says back. You share another long, wet kiss, plenty of tongue. Pinkie relents, letting her nice, full lips and her tongue drip your and Pinkie’s mixed spit back into your mouth. You swallow it away and watch Pinkie get up and slip back into her shirt. The thing looks full to bursting, especially now that you’ve seen the melons partly unwrapped.

“Kick some ass, Asshole! I mean Axel!” Pinkie says and takes a swig of Jäger.

“It’s Accelerandea, bitch. I mean Pinkie Pie!”

She wipes her big lips and hands you the dark green bottle. “Same dif,” Pinkie says nonchalantly. “Break a leg!”

You take a long swig, and then she was gone. You catch a glimpse of a nice, full butt near the bar through the door, but that’s it. You cap the bottle, shift your dick so it’s aimed down your right thigh, and grab both bottles of water. You grab your shades and mutter your mantra to yourself: “Lezdodis.”

You walk out onto the raised stage and wave. The dance floor is occupied by at least fifty people. A little sparse, but at least it isn’t vacant. More keep trickling in, others are walking over or to the bar. So, you assess, at least seventy. Not bad, you might just make a profit. The club is preparing for the real party later on. The house lights dim quickly and neon glow sticks of every color are the primary light source. Still, there’s just enough light to make out individuals. Most are packed front and center, chatting and smoking and drinking and standing.

You don’t say anything, no one announces anything, but that’s okay. You pull out a vinyl and put it on the turntable, then turn it on. A simple melody begins, hauntingly minor, yet playful, like toddler twins in a horror movie. You kick up the bass on your switchboard and begin the first real song. Yours and Vinyl Scratch’s high quality bass weapons make the floor rumble and the bodies congeal towards the front of the stage. You slip on some headphones and lose yourself to the wub-wub. You start a double kicker, the metal heads oughta love that.

The drinks make things more fun, not sloppy. The grass makes things just awesome. Before you know it, the hard vibrations and amazing music have gotten you rigid again. You look over the equipment and down to the crowd. Front and center is Pinkie Pie, throwing her round ass around like it’s insured. You sip some water and watch as she bends over to pick something up, glasses for another pariter, a nice looking blond wearing a top that’s barely a sport bra. Her rack isn't very large, however, so it might as well be. They slap shoulders and dance some more together.

You kick up the bass and lower the beat. The floor shakes as you queue the next song. You swipe on the turntables some, showing off your rhythmic skills. The shaking floor makes your cock even harder. You peer over the setup and watch Pinkie again. This time she’s grinding with that same chick. She looks up and meets your eye. She winks and sorta humps, grinning wide. You feel your erection throb, hard. Already, just two songs in, you feel close to the inevitable result of every great performance. You put your sunglasses back on and concentrate on making the song kill. The next track kicks in over the fade away of the last one. You smile and scratch the record a few times, then let the song play. You adjust the equalizer some and sit back, trying not to let the music arouse you too much. It just feels so amazing, the heavy base shakes the floor, in turn vibrating your shoes, then your knees and all of your body. It’s so exciting, and your passion for music too easily translates into sexual arousal.

The beats drag on, song after song goes by, the crowd is loving it. The dozen or so times you've let yourself look, Pinkie Pie was dancing just as hard or harder than anyone else. And her bright pink hair was always easy to spot. You glance at the time on your computer. It’s almost time to stop, and you haven’t even came. You kick up the volume, as much as you can, and the bass. The next song has to be your last. You select your favorite and put on a double bass overlay for parts. You salute at the crowd with a middle finger and bang your head, like the music should make you do. About a dozen bodies are thrashing and mashing against each other in a circle in front of the stage, the first mosh pit you've ever started. You step back behind the set and feel your pants almost massage the tip of your cock. You feel your upper thighs tense up, so does your abdomen. It feels like your going to explode any second, it’s amazing.

Climax looming, a hand taps your butt. You concentrate on not cumming and turn around. Pinkie Pie is standing on her knees behind you, out of sight of the crowd.

“Hey!” she yells over the music. You quickly turn down the treble two notches so you can hear a bit better.

“What’s up?” you scream back. You hope there’s no precum stain on your black jeans.

“Just thought you’d want some help with that!” She points right at your hard cock. It’s hardly concealed. “I didn’t see AJ, but I bet we could still steal my bed back from them. Wanna go?”

“What about the e-end of my set?” Your voice cracks, partly from the need to yell over the music and partly from the way the bass shakes the base of your rock hard cock.

“Just put another song on in the playlist and let the roadies pack everything out!” Pinkie is still on her knees, her great cleavage exposed for you to drink in. You don’t hide your staring this time.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s go!” You turn to set up another track and feel a hand inside your belt. You look down and see a darkened image of Pinkie Pie, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out like a panting dog.

You lift up your glasses and smile down, letting the music make you harder. It’s so hard, it almost hurts. “Or,” Pinkie mouths. She doesn’t speak, she only pantomimes jacking you off, then sucking your cock, bulging out her cheek with her tongue hilariously. She finishes off with licking the air and masturbating your air-cock fast. She closes one eye and holds out her tongue, swirls it around in her mouth and grabs her breast. She uses her other hand to wipe up the invisible sperm on her chin, then she gulps, perfectly in time to be heard between parts of the song. It’s so fucking hot, you almost cream your jeans right there.

“N-No!” You stop her long fingers before they touch your sheathed erection. “No, the music, I might, uh, do something that happens when the music is playing.”

Pinkie just sits back and pouts.

“We can still go fuck, come on let-”

“No,” she says. “If your so close already, just let me finish you, then we can start again upstairs. Is that-”

“Okay!” You grin down, then turn to the crowd again. The next song has picked up already. You set on another, even though you’re already over time. The crowd is still into it, grinding and bumping and moving on each other. You watch some sexy ladies dancing with each other, and two are making out, right there in front of everybody. You watch for a second, but a touch right on your erection averts your gaze. Pinkie Pie is on the ground, looking up into your eyes.

She undoes your belt and your pants quickly. You carefully help her fish out your long cock, it bounces as it slips over the waistband of your boxer shorts.

“Holy guacamole!” Pinkie Pie says loud enough to hear. You step back and let her sit in front of you. The bass is still shaking your erection, even more so in the open air. A hot breeze brushes along your cock, making it feel great. You look down to watch Pinkie Pie lick the tip, the warm softness caressing your head clumsily. Her saliva cools your head as she massages the shaft with her soft tongue, and then she takes you in her mouth. She sucks in about a third and just rocks back and forth, side to side, humming and smiling and sucking.

The song’s tempo kicks up, and suddenly, Pinkie opens her mouth wide, then goes deep on your shaft. Pinkie Pie takes an admirable three fourths of it in before she gags on it. She goes as deep as she can. Then, with much effort, takes the rest into her throat. The top of Pinkie’s esophagus squeezes hotly on your dick head, making your hips go weak. Pinkie relents to the pink helmet and slowly licks that, recuperating.

Pinkie Pie coughs and grabs the base of your slick shaft. “I got it,” she tiredly says. “I got the whole thing. Myah, how close are ya, Axel?”

You reach down and rest your hand on her head. “Damn close. Where do you want it, Pinkie?” It’s hard not to look down and give away what you’re doing. It doesn’t matter much, the music is loud and the lights are dimmed, and no one is really looking up. Pinkie sucks on your pink helmet and jerks you off in half time. It feels great, but you’re not really getting anywhere.

Pinkie Pie lets you go with a probably audible “ah” and jerks slightly faster, her spit coated fingers create an amazing mixture of softness and friction. “No no,” she insists, “this is your party. Where do you wanna blow that load? A cannon this size has to blast a lot of shot, I think I’d love it anywhere!”

The party girl begins jerking in time, twice as fast as before. Her smack talk makes zero hour go by so much faster. “Ah, ya hungry?” You manage to ask. Her slurping up a thick load and playing with her food sounds too appealing.

Pinkie Pie puckers her lips on the pink head of your penis and pronounces her approval. “Yeah! Oh, Axel, wanna shoot all your hot cum right in my mouth?” She jerks off with the eighth notes, double time, twice as fast as before. Her hand is almost a blur, but it still feels so soft and fuckable. Pinkie spits on the head again and laps up some of the precum. “Ah, lemme taste that thick stuff right now, come on! Jizz on my face some, too, I wanna have some heavy cream all over me. Come on, cum for Pinkie! Shoot your stuff, tough guy, such a big cock, better give me a big load.”

You don’t have time to give a warning. The dirty talk makes you shoot that much faster. Your core muscles shake and you feel yourself begin to explode. Thick ropes launch into the air, flying the short distance from your head to Pinkie’s lips. You watch the first shots impact on her tongue and lips and cheeks, but you look up at the ceiling in intense ecstasy. You feel like you’re releasing a year’s worth of cum, your brain is on fire. You try your best to just smile and nod your head while Pinkie rubs and sucks out the last of your seed out of your mostly hard cock.

Pinkie Pie sucks hard and let’s go with another “Ah”, her lips smack loudly. You look down and meet one of her eyes, the other has a thick coating of semen holding onto the eyelashes. “Mmm, juicy. Thanks,” she says. “Uh, song’s done, Axel.” Her face is splattered with thick snakes of semen and thin, shiny coatings on her chin. A little pool is right on her tongue.

You look up, now noticing the small crowd cheering. You quickly wave at the crowd and put on another record. The beat comes back on, you adjust the equalizer during the intro: a clip from a self help video that fits all too well.

“Good save,” you say down at Pinkie Pie, who is licking her fingers.

“Ya,” she says with a full mouth. “Wea-hee?” Pinkie sits with one hand on the ground, the other wiping cum off her eye and into her mouth.

Your tuck your still wet length into your pants and bend down. “You really gonna swallow all that?” you ask her.

“Why?” she manages to say. “Wan -e hoo?” She’s so bubbly, especially with her mouth full of man juice.

You look up, the crowd is going crazy, then back down. “Fuck yeah!”

Pinkie Pie smiles wide, showing off the load in her mouth. She collects all she can off her chin and moves the cum, an amount that spills around in her mouth. She gets most of the thick sperm sauce onto her tongue, then swallows it all with one grandiose gulp. “Tada! It’s gone!” It is gone, her pink tongue is clean, sort of, in her pink mouth. Her left eye is still covered, however. You leave that nugget of information for her to find.

“Like pure motherfucking magic, Pinkie,” you say back. “Just wait for this song so I can reload, okay? Then I’ll be right up. Pinkie...”

“Axel...?” Pinkie sits up and looks into your eyes. A tiny white strand hangs down from her eyelash.

“You’re fucking dynamite.”

Pinkie rolls, actually rolls once towards backstage. “That means you’ll be fucking dynamite before long!” Then she disappears into the dark shadows.

* * *

You reach down for the metal knob, but the bedroom door swings open before you. Applejack, that one really attractive girl from earlier, nearly walks straight into you.

“Woah! Didn’t see ya there sugarcube,” she says in a southern drawl. Applejack’s voice is kind of sexy, but you imagine it might get old after prolonged exposure. She blushes deeply and averts her eyes. “Uh, Pinkie just sent us ta find ya, Axel. Come on-”

“Axel!” That voice is unmistakable. “Come iiiiiiinnn~!” Pinkie Pie sings.

Applejack’s slim waist moves aside. The room reeks of sex, weed, booze and candy. Tristan is pulling on his overshirt. It’s stained at the collar.

“What’s up in here, everybody?” you ask, doing your best to hide your nervousness. Being a semi-professional DJ doesn’t automatically make your tongue silver.

Pinkie Pie slams down the bottle of Jägermeister on the nightstand and climbs out of bed. “Us!” Pinkie skips over, nearly falling, twice, hilariously swinging her arms. Her tits bounce up and down in that tight tank top, but her pants are nowhere to be seen. The cum on her eye is gone. Her little cotton panties are, surprisingly, dry and light purple. You find a Pinkie Pie clinging to your arm, holding it to her breasts, letting them sink into you. “Tristan and AJ were busy when I got up here, but that’s cool. They can use my bed anytime. Except now, cos now it’s Axel’s party.”

She giggles and pecks your cheek. She stands on her toes and whispers into your ear: “Unless you wanna have a four way. They’re cool with it and everything.” She licks your earlobe for emphasis. You feel your face heat up like magic. You find Pinkie’s big, bright blue eyeballs, she’s smiling and playfully biting her lip.

You can only nod dumbly in response, your grin wide and your face flushed. Pinkie Pie jumps up and pecks you on the cheek again. “I knew you’d say yes! Or, well, I guess you didn’t say yes, but you did communicate it. But really, who cou-”

“Pinkie!” Applejack yells, slamming the door shut. “We get the picture. We doin’ this or not? Cos I’m rarin’ to go.”

Pinkie Pie pantomimes zipping her lips shut, nodding. She cartwheels and shakily flops onto her wide bed. She bounces to rest, laughing voraciously, her round ass pointing right at you. There’s a small white stain on the left cheek.

“Uh, Pinkie?” you say to her. “You got a little something, right here.” You turn and point to your own ass, looking back at her over your shoulder. She quickly slaps her ass, the clean cheek, and looks over her shoulder. The way her flesh jiggles kicks off s stirring in your genitals.

“Did I get it? What is it? Where?” She looks over her other shoulder and pulls up on her panties like there aren’t three other people in the room. “What, oh! That’s just some love-stain I sat in.” She snickers and rolls over, squishing her tits into the ruffled blankets. “Wanna make some more?”

“Hell yeah I do. But, uh, how’s this gonna...” You look left to the door and see no one. To the right, where you sat stoned off your mind earlier, AJ and Tristan are already holding each other’s waists and kissing, moving hands under shirts and pulling at belts. You wonder why they bothered to put their clothes back on. “work.”

Pinkie Pie beckons you to her bed with a dainty finger. You walk over as she sits up, you can hear soft moans and wet lips smacking from the other side of the bedroom. Pinkie’s pants are beside her bed. You step over them and jump up, straddling Pinkie’s nice, shapely legs. A familiar tension is beginning to form in your groin as you rub your hands up and down Pinkie’s back. Her skin is fleshy and soft to the touch, even through her shirt.

“How attached are you to this, Pinkie?” you ask, holding the collar of her shirt in both hands from behind.

“Not at all,” she asks. “Wh-ah!” You quickly rip it in two down the back, exposing her sexy back. You feel her smooth, bare skin for a moment before leaning down to kiss Pinkie Pie’s shoulder, then her neck, making her tremble and moan softly. You suck hard on her neck until a hand touches your shoulder.

You let go of Pinkie’s neck with a smack and look up to meet Applejack’s eyes. She’s shirtless, and braless. Her perky tits are round and full, as well as youthfully smooth with small, erect nipples. You cringe at your cock begging to be unsheathed. You stare for a bit longer, until Pinkie Pie begins gyrating her hips, pushing her big ass into your ready groin.

“Axel,” Applejack says in her thick accent. “We had a plan worked out before ya came up here. I’m gonna need you ta move.”

“Can I at least get the rest of her clothes off first?” you ask, mockingly serious. You pull your stiff, sensitive member up so that the head is restrained in your belt and thrust along the crevice of Pinkie’s nice butt. You drag your mostly sheathed length along her cheeks again, then a third time, enjoying the sensation in full. AJ takes a swig of German liquor as you continue dry humping, working on Pinkie’s bra strap. It comes off with little work, and help from Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie moans hotly and looks back. “Oh Axel,” she half whispers. “I’m nice and wet for your long, hard cock. And believe me, that heat you’re packin’s definitely is a rifle. No snub nose revolver, that gun’s a fucking sniper.”

She lifts her ass up and pulls at her own panites. “God damn, Axel!” she moans into the blanket. “Stick somethin’ in! Fuck I’m horny. AJ, let’s DO this!”

You gladly sit up and pull her smelly panties down and take in the full view of Pinkie’s bare ass from behind. You grab Pinkie’s right cheek, AJ grabs the left, and the both of you get a long, healthy look. The lips are soaked, slowly dripping slick fluids down Pinkie Pie’s inner thighs. Her pussy is nice and tight looking, healthy and ready for a poke. You can almost feel your cock growling at the bitch in heat within spitting distance.

Applejack lets go and slaps Pinkie’s ass cheek hard, making her scream, then giggle. “Alrighty, Axel,” Applejack says. “Time’s a wastin’. Get yer butt up and lemme get that belt off for ya.”

You begin to climb off of the bed. AJ bends down and puts her beautiful fingers on your big buckle and begins unbinding your belt, then the button of your black britches.

“Pinkie wasn’t kiddin’,” AJ murmurs to herself. She drops your pants, you step out and stand in your boxers. Your rigid dick is still pointing straight up, the glans slightly exposed to the air. AJ yanks your underwear down, letting your erect member fall to point at her face.

“I’ll get it nice and wet for ya, Axel. Then you’ll get to rammin’ inta Pinkie from behind. Or,” she stops herself, blushing and staring straight at your erection. “Ya could fuck me if ya wanted. I mean, if Tristan’s cool with it. Hun?”

“Huh?” Tristan was busy getting his meat stick sucked by Pinkie Pie. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t get knocked up.”

You look down at AJ, smiling, her hand wrapped around the base of your cock. “What’dya say Axel? So many options, so man-”

“Pinkie,” you say flatly, feigning seriousness.

Applejack looks up, deflated. “Huh? Jus’ like that? You haven’t even seen my goods. How can you make such a decis-”

“I want to eat her pussy some, then I’ll fuck you, whether you’re wet or dry.” Applejack just stares, smiling up at you, your steel rod staring at her face.

“Ya got it, Axel. It’s your party, after all.” She kisses the head once. A little precum cling to her lips as she pulls away, making a strand sway as it bridges the gap. It falls onto her bare chest. Applejack cleans it up with a finger and samples it, sucking hard enough to draw in her cheeks. You feel your cock twitch, blindly urging for a new warm hole.

“Pinkie, flip over.” You kneel down on the floor by the bed and put a hand on her round, soft ass. “Please?”

“Sinf yew puh- eh- ah- way,” Pinkie says through a mouthful. She slurps up her excess spit and pulls the dick out of her mouth with another loud “Ahh”. Pinkie Pie rolls over onto her back. Gravity pulls her large and perky breasts down and away from her sternum. Applejack hops up onto the bed, fully nude, and slowly caresses and plays with her large breasts

You don’t bother with watching. Instead, you put both hands on the hot, wet thighs and push lightly. Pinkie Pie voices her approval wordlessly, mumbling gibberish of consent. You trace the skin on either side of her fat lips, making her vagina leak out a little more juice.

“Wait!” Pinkie Pie says, looking down between her tits. You pull your tongue in and meet her eyes. “Take a drink, Axel. It’s your party, and you haven’t even had any booze since we started!”

“Yeah, then pass me the bottle,” Tristan says.

“Uh, okay, sure.” You lean to your right and grab the mostly full container. You take a swig of the sweet liquor, then another. You down four large gulps in all. The alcohol burns your throat briefly, but it’s easily bearable.

Applejack takes the bottle you offer and sips before handing it to her man. He takes some swigs and hands it down to Pinkie. She swallows some skillfully from her back and hands it up to Applejack, who gulps twice before handing back to you. You watch Applejack slowly stroke Tristan’s dick and drink to your jealousy.

At last you can taste Pinkie’s clean shaven vagina. You don’t even bother with touching, you go right in for her sweet, organically intoxicating flavor. Pinkie Pie moans as your tongue graces her soft petals lightly. You lick from the bottom to the top twice, the second time pushing until you feel the hot pink center. As your flat tongue moves over a little nub, Pinkie really moans. You swirl your tongue wetly around her clitoris and back down to her hole. Using two fingers, you spread her lips open wide and tickle her entrance. Pinkie’s moans are muffled. Her mouth is undoubtedly filled just outside your view.

You stick in your first finger swiftly, coaxing out a thick moan. You suck on Pinkie Pie’s stiffening clitoris and slip in a second finger. Pinkie Pie moans between little gurgles as you rub her g-spot with two fingers. You nibble on her clitoris, enjoying the scent and flavor her cunt gives to your mouth.

At last, you come up for air, slowing your working fingers in Pinkie Pie’s tight vagina. You look up from between Pinkie Pie’s nice legs and are greeted by a close view of Applejack’s nice ass. Her’s is a little less full and more toned, but very, very nice regardless. Three of her fingers are at work playing her wet pussy. They circle quickly around her clitoris, dripping an occasional bit of fluid onto Pinkie’s lower stomach. You lap up the small pool happily. It tastes less sweet than Pinkie’s pie, yet still perversely delicious. You gulp it down and go back to work with your mouth.

“Myah, why’d ya stop Axel?” You look up, tongue an inch from her lips. She meets your eyes, her crazy hair tickles Tristan’s undercarriage. Applejack wanted a turn, it seems, and is rocking her head back and forth as she sucks away.

“Just wanted a view of the party,” you say back. Your fingers resume thrusting and flexing, pulling on Pinkie’s g-spot. You kiss her lips and snake your tongue in again, finding her clit in the hot folds. You flick and search and manage to sneak under the small hood protecting it and hold the covering skin in your teeth. Pinkie’s thighs tighten up around you, cupping your ears. You can’t hear the praise she gives, but you can feel it. Her hips shake, so you push and pull with your fingers harder and faster. You slip your tongue to her tiny exposed cum button and press as hard as you can, shaking it to make her climax as hard as possible. You slip in a third finger and feel her extremely tight walls clench even tighter.

At last, Pinkie’s thighs and hips shake in climax. You move your head up and pull up on her clitoris, your tongue is a hook pulling her up. Your first three fingers are moving in crazy little quarter and half circles against her stiff little g-spot, lightly pressing against it. You spread out your pinkie painfully and barely penetrate her anus. Pinkie cums immediately. A spurt of girlcum hits youu right on the nose. You’re helpless to move as your head is held in place by two big, shapely thighs. You gladly open your mouth and catch the clear fluid as it squirts onto your face. You flex your three fingers harder and slip in your fourth, deftly stimulating her clitoris at the same time, careful not to block the ejaculation. Pinkie Pie squirts again, harder than before. Clear fluid shoots out and impacts on your tongue, cheeks, forehead, everywhere. You rock your hand, all four fingers back and forth quickly.

Pinkie lets go of your face, so you sit up some and watch her face. “Ooooohhhh,” Pinkie Pie moans. “Ooohh, ah, keep it up, keep going Axel!” She tosses her head left and right, her crazy curls careen to and fro.

You move your hand as fast as you can, feeling Pinkie’s little g-spot with light pressure. Her cunt twitches a few more times, then really clenches down painfully. You push on her spot with two fingers and still move your hand fast and hard. You hear her cry out harshly down at you, her hips and tits shaking like mad.

“I’m gonna, oh Axel! YES!” Pinkie can do nothing but hump her hips and arch her back as she orgasms for the second time in five minutes. You push on her spot hard and feel her cunt contract. Pinkie’s abs, legs and vaginal walls all tense up, then she squirt again. You watch from a point-blank distance as clear fluids shoot out from her vagina. The first spurt is caught inside her lips, trickling down to the hardwood, so you spread her wet petals wide with your free hand. The ejaculation is still going strong, shooting up a thin stream of clear fluid. You don’t shy away from the spattering. The most of it mattes your hair to your forehead and lands elsewhere.

“Ngyah! Ah, oh Axel, stop, please! It’s too much,” Pinkie moans

You pull out immediately. Your first two fingertips are slightly pruned, the olive skin a little wrinkled. You lick your sore fingers and look up. Applejack is tongue kissing Pinkie Pie deeply, passionately rubbing and grabbing Pinkie’s flesh. Pinkie, however, is kissing back like she already came.

You wipe off your face with your stained shirt and stand up, stretching your sore knees. “Need a drink, Pinkie?”

Applejack’s and Pinkie’s heads nod at the same time. You grab your boxers and are halfway to slipping them on when Tristan opens the door.

“Guess he’s got ya covered,” you say to no one in particular. Your cock has never been more rigid. Standing behind two amazingly sexy ladies going at it, one that has just gone through an intense double orgasm, and you’re soaked in female ejaculate.

You put one hand on Applejack’s full, round ass. “MMmmmphhah! What the heck are ya doin’?”

“Pinkie just squirted like a fucking fire hydrant, and you want me to starve you?” you ask. “Come on Applejack, I know you’re wet as hell. Tell me you don’t want cock, and I’ll fuck Pinkie Pie instead.”

Applejack adjusts herself so that she’s perfectly straddling Pinkie Pie and stands up on all fours. “Okay,” she says in her southern drawl. “Let’s do this. Just, uh, don’t shoot it in me, alright?”

“I promi-”

“Do it on my face!” Pinkie Pie yells out. “Cum on my face! I love facials, because it really makes guys smile. Just, ah, do it, when you need to. Sorry! Continue, please.”

You look over Applejack’s shoulder and meet Pinkie’s big blue eyes again. “Pinkie Pie, you are so random! And kinky, too.”

You turn back and look down at Applejack’s back. Her long blond ponytail is flayed across her back. You’d like to cum all over that, too, give her split ends. The thought makes another bubble of precum slowly dribble down your shaft.

“Ready, AJ?”

“Yup,” she says. “Come and get some, Axel. Put that rock hard cock in me and fuck me like an animal. Ram that fucker deep inside, let my cunt squeeze on you until you blow a big, hot, thick load of cum all over Pinkie Pie’s cute little face.”

Applejack pants hard and rubs herself again. “I’m so fuckin’ hot for that dick, Axel. Hurry up and make me scream, I wanna see ya shoot, too. Ah, I wanna kiss Pinkie again and get a mouthful of that jizz. Oh my fucking god, fuck me as hard as ya fuckin’ can!”

You can’t take it anymore! Her filthy mouth needs to get filled almost as much as her vagina. You grab AJ’s amazing hips and put your pecker to her pussy. The flaring head feels like it’s on fire, it needs to be doused badly. You begin pushing into her slit, but it dumbly shoots up towards her asshole. Grumbling, you grab the base and push inside, just like you should have fucking done. The head is immediately soaked and squeezed in the amazingly tight cunt. If she wasn’t a virgin, she was close. Her tight cunny clenches your rock-hard erection as you slowly slip inside. Applejack moans to herself as you rock back and forth in an effort to go deeper and deeper.

Applejack begins really panting and moaning just as half of your shaft slides inside. “Ah, Axel! Ungh! Ah, you’re so fucking huge, ah! Just, just take it slow, ‘kay?”

“That’s what I was telling you before!” Pinkie says like she’s insulted. “Axel’s so big, I could barely get that thing in my mouth, I had to deepthroat deeper than I’ve ever gone before on a cock! I’ve taken a banana deeper, but that’s shaped a little differently, an-”

“I GET THE PICTURE!” Applejack lets her head fall back down and looks Pinkie Pie in the eyes as best she can. That isn’t very well, considering her whole body is rocking back and forth as she’s getting fucked, a thick erection rubbing her g-spot with every thrust. “Sorry, Pi-inks, but ya te-End ta, ugh, oh my f-uh! Ah, ya tend ta ramble som-oh my fuck-ing GOD!”

You reach deeper and deeper with each thrust. A band has begun to play downstairs, some loud group. The bass kicks and the riffs reverberate their way upstairs and into your rhythmic mind. It’s the perfect humping music. You fill in the missing tones you wish you could hear and fuck away, making AJ’s pussy obey. You let your inner animal take over and do whatever comes to mind, fucking harder and harder, reaching deeper into Applejack’s tight vagina. The soft walls suck you in, almost begging for you to fill her up from the inside.

You slap AJ’s tight ass with your left palm and watch the flesh jiggle. “HEY!” Applejack yells over her shoulder. “Slap harder!” You smack her on the other cheek as hard as you can, timing it so you slap as she coming at you full speed.

“AAAHH!” Applejack cries out in pained pleasure. “Fuck me! Ah! Yes, Axel, fuck me hard! Fuck me as hard as you FUCKING can!”

You grit your teeth and smack her as hard as you can, making her shriek out and moan again. You grab her hips again and thrust harder. Your cockhead nearly exits her hot vagina, then flies into her with frightening speed. AJ’s tight walls slow your penis as it rams inside until it barely pokes a fleshy wall. You keep pulling on Applejack’s slim hips in time with the hard song, but it’s almost over, for you and the band. Their drummer is going nuts, picking up the tempo steadily until they are nearly doubling their beats. You suck air to keep up, your abs and arms are burning deep.

Applejack begins to say something, but you can’t make it out. Instead she just moans as loud as she can at the ceiling. Her tight cunt isn’t even deep enough to take your entire shaft, but it’s contracting all the same. You can feel a small nub rub along the underside of your shaft as you thrust and thrust and thrust. You change up and push down against it with every stroke, it feels like her amazing pussy is really milking you. The thought of her walls deliberately pulling on your sensitive tool for the purpose of being coated in white paint makes you want to fill her up even more. Applejack’s moan rises in pitch, breaking into a squeal every so often. Her shaking elbows are sure to give out.

Your groin begins to tense up again. You can barely keep up with the crazy fast tempo. You suck air and focus on that little nub that’s hardening and poking your shaft. Then it hits you: you’re actually rubbing along AJ’s g-spot. You grin wide, allowing for mass volumes of air to travel into and out of your lungs. You grit your teeth and grunt through the pleasure, staring hard at the bright and colorful poster directly in front of you.

“Ah-ah-ah A-xel! O-oh I-’m go-o-o-n-na, ah, cu-u-u-U-UM!!!” Applejack’s ass and elbows shake, her vaginal walls clench down spasmodically. Her arms cave and AJ rests her tits on Pinkie Pie’s for support. You feel ready to burst, too. You stop thrusting suddenly and stoop your torso over Applejack’s back. You pull your cock out, then carefully stick the head back in, making Applejack moan again. You reach around and put a hand and rub her clitoris as fast as you can, simultaneously pushing your head into her inner cum button.

Applejack cries out in pleasure and orgasms. Her tight cunt clenches hard, almost painfully on the three inches you have inside. You clench your teeth and focus on not cumming. Applejack’s ass shakes randomly and violently, her cunt pushes you out. Nevertheless, she cums hard. Her pussy flexes open and closed and spurts out a little girlcum. It impacts directly on Pinkie Pie’s pussy, splashing into the air. You rest your hips on her round ass and play with her clit until she stops doing anything besides panting.

“Did he cum?” Pinkie asks quietly.

You climb off and stand on the other side, aiming your goo canon at Pinkie’s face. “Guess not,” she says. “Fee fi fo fum, I’m not going to make that stupid joke!”

Applejack laughs dumbly and slumps to the side, spent. Pinkie reaches for your dick and finds the base. “Oh my god, Axel! You’re so fucking hard! Do you have another huge load for me?”

Like magic, Pinkie Pie picks up on the pace of the piece and perfectly pets your dripping penis along the bottom portion. “It looks bigger from this angle! I’ll still make you cum, just lemme, ugh.” Pinkie Pie struggles to jerk correctly. She twists her hands around and manages to get a good hold of the long member. She slowly massages the entire shaft, taking special care of the sensitive helmet.

“This good?” she asks.

All you need to do is nod down at her curious eyes. Pinkie smiles wide. There’s something about that funny, lifting smile that makes her special. She isn’t a bubbly whore. Well, maybe she is, but she’s more! She’s a great bubbly whore. Your drunk and stoned and primally pleased mind can’t picture what exactly, but it’s great and more. You feel your core muscles turn to raspberry jelly.

“Pinkie!” Is all you can think to mutter. You open you shut eyes, you don’t even remember looking up and closing them. Pinkie is sucking the head of your cock, obviously tasting all of Applejack’s fluids on it. “Pinkie, I’m so close, ah, how do you want it?”

She pushes you the two inches out of her mouth. “What did I say earlier? It’s your fucking party, cum where ya want! Just not on Rarity’s hair, she hates that.”

Before you can even say “Who?”, Pinkie Pie sucks your long cock into her mouth. You feel about to blow, so, naturally, you do the first thing that comes to mind: you grab her face in both hands and push as deep as you can into her throat. Pinkie Pie barely gurgles in protest, or maybe just surprise. She swallows your head. Her amazing neck bulges around your head as you slowly penetrate deep. The sight alone is enough to make you shoot your load. Shot after long shot erupt into Pinkie’s warm, wet esophagus, directly flying into her stomach. You swear you can hear a splash. Your entire length flexes, unloading several relieving loads into Pinkie’s face.

The sensation and sight are amazing, but a wave of fatigue quickly washes over you. A finger punches blindly into your scrotum, making you jump back. Pinkie carefully pushes you out of her face.

“Gah!” Pinkie Pie pants heavily and sits up, holding a hand to her throat. “You kinky mo-guher fucker! You fucking went all the way into my fucking throat and came right into my stomach!” Pinkie stands up, gagging, and pushes you into a wall, a fist raised. “That was fucking SUPER HOT!” She instantly smiles, unintentionally showing off her throat. “Do you have any clue how INTENSE that was for me? Do ya? I was all ‘gurgle gurgle oh man, there’s this giant dickin my throat! Whaddo I do abou-OH! HERE COMES A BIG LOAD RIGHT IN MY THROAT!’ I didn’t even have to swallow! Man, if that wasn’t a choking hazard, and actually pretty painful, I’d do that EVERYTIME I give a bj! I-”

You stop her with a gentle yet firm finger on her lips. “Pinkie?”

“Ahewl?” She attempts to say, draping her arms over your shoulders, her bare tits prodding your chest.

“You’re kinda amazing. I bet any girl out there couldn't do that, and anyone who could wouldn't like it unless they got paid extra. Pinkie, I-”

“Gep yer pfinner moff my miwpf, Ahewl,” Pinkie manages to communicate. You put both of your hands on her sides. “Don’t say it, just enjoy this.”

“Enjoy what?” you ask Pinkie.

“I dunno. Just thought I should say something like that, I guess.” She leans forward and leans her head on your shoulder. You hug her back, gladly feeling her breasts compress into your chest. “I guess we could enjoy this,” she says quietly into your neck. “Just being close. Sometimes, when I’m with my gal pals, we just sorta cuddle. It’s nice, but kinda boring most times. I really just wanna listen to the music and cuddle with you, Axel.”

Your fatigue returns as you let Pinkie’s hair tickle your nose, sending her sweet essence into the tired pleasure receptors in your brain. The band downstairs is talking to the crowd, probably setting up for the next half of their set. Or maybe they’re changing bands. You want to find out, but for one, you’re nude, second, there’s two smoking hot chicks who could use more sexing. Besides, two times is hardly enough, right?

“Pinkie,” you whisper down into her thick, crazy, hot pink cotton candy curls.

“Axel?” she half moans.

“Wanna just fuck one more time, then go see the bands downstairs?” You accidentally get a little hair in your mouth, so you pull that out with your fingers. Oddly enough, it actually tasted, well, sweet. Not like sugar, but still sort of sacchariferous.

Pinkie Pie turns and looks at the bed, then back at you. “You’re not a bad mind reader, ya know. Wanna come inside? I’m on the pill and everything, clean too.”

You recall the way her cunt squeezed your fingers tightly, then the way she exploded. Twice. “Yeah, ya taste clean to me.”

Pinkie Pie laughs, but stops quickly and touches her neck. “Oooh, that’s tender. Maybe that face fuck wasn’t so worth it.” Pinkie gulps and grimaces. “Ah, who am I kidding? It was totally worth it. I feel so full. Oh Axel, that spunk did wonders to cure my munchies.”

You don’t have much of a response, so you don’t reply. Instead, you just hold her by the waist and look her over, admiring her curvy yet plush body. Some guys would call her doughy, but she’s so full of energy that any real buildup of fat would burn away instantly. You smile to yourself and slowly reach for one of those great big tits. They’re just more than a handful, not enourmous to the point of being grotesque, but could never be called small. Pinkie Pie grins her toothy grin as she watches you take both into your hands.

She exhales hotly when you slowly squeeze harder and harder, making her flesh spill around your strong fingers. You push them up and together, making her erect nipples push into your palm. Your need to piss takes passenger seat to your need to fuck again. You move them around in opposite circles, just enjoying them and their weight. Pinkie’s breath shallows and quickens at your touch.

“Ah, Axel,” Pinkie Pie whispers. “You’re getting hard again, just for me.”

“You know it, Pinkie.” You bend your neck and kiss her cheek. You remain near and whisper: “Are you wet, yet? Or am I gonna have to lick you until you gush?”

Pinkie just shudders in your arms. “Ah, Axel, j-”

“Pinkie Pie.”

She looks up at you, her big blue eyes are partially hidden by her wild cherry pink hair. Wordlessly, she smiles and brings you to her bed. Applejack gets up and dresses as you make out passionately, moving your lips and hips and hands everywhere and feeling everything. Pinkie’s nice waist and her amazing breasts get a healthy massaging, her round butt gets a hard a squeeze, her nice back and thighs are caressed and pulled on. You feel her hands run all over your chest, back, but, shoulders, legs, face, neck, and every other body part.

At last, Pinkie rolls on top, her hot sex is dripping wet. “Wow,” she mutters.

You just pant with her and stare at her bare body. “Pinkie, I-”

“Axel. Shut up and let me ride that thing, will ya?”

You just nod and say: “Yes Ma’am!” Pinkie hoists herself up by pushing down with both hands on your wide chest. She carefully perches her pussy above your penis and slowly uses gravity to help penetrate herself. Pinkie lets out a long moan with every inch that slides inside. No need to be extra gentle as she’s already had fingers make her have one long, rolling orgasm. Pinkie manages to get all but the very base inside her tight vagina. She rests her whole weight on you and just smiles, content and full of cock and her belly full of cum. Your tip prods her womb well, and Pinkie's vagina seems more than eager to squeeze its soft flesh around your entire member.

Applejack and her assets are long gone. You feel thirsty, so Pinkie Pie must be starving for water. You pull a pillow and put your head on it to watch. Pinkie lifts her hips up slowly, making most of her vagina empty. She slides down onto it again, crushing your cock ever so fantastically with her walls.

“Oh my god, Axel, I’ve never had someone fill me up like this.” She lifts her hips again and again falls down, a little faster. Her wet cunt is more than happy to lubricate the operation, making the hot work wet work.

“Like how?” you ask, pushing your hips up as she comes down. Pinkie Pie giggles, smiling so wide.

“Like THIS!” Pinkie pulls herself up again and falls hard onto your cock, making the tip jab at her fleshy cervix and her breasts bounce more than normal. She winces in pleasure. Pinkie Pie looks up and goes back to riding, holding her big breasts together. You reach up and hold them for Pinkie, allowing her to bounce up and down quickly. She lifts her hips quickly, exposing your entire shaft, then falling onto it, engulfing you in flesh again. Pinkie Pie keeps riding for some time, squeezing your cock and slipping around it hotly over and over and over again. She arches her back as she bounces, moaning at the ceiling. You release one breast and watch it bob up and down behind her body’s tempo. You occupy your free hand by pinching and playing with Pinkie’s clitoris, pulling her moving skin to expose the brighter pink button hidden underneath.

“Ah-Axel! Oh, yes! I’m feeling something, ah, I’m gonna cum soon. Ah, your turn! Fuck me hard from behind, I wanna feel what AJ felt, whatever made her cum like that! Whatever she’s having, I want some!”

You try to wet your dry throat by swallowing, but only succeed in making it hurt some. “Ah, okay Pinkie. Fuck, get up.”

You help Pinkie off of you, quickly slipping out of her. She moans, expressing a need for her aching desires to be filled. Pinkie bends over on shaking palms, showcasing her fine behind begging for a big cock to fill it. You grab yours and waste no time obliging. Pinkie Pie inhales sharply as you push into her tight hole. Again, the walls feel like they want nothing but to pull out whatever seed remains.

You begin to thrust, Pinkie gladly turns her head and moves with you, sharing your inaudible rhythm. You pull on her hips harder and harder with each rocking motion, slowly filling her up push by push. Pinkie falls forward onto a pile of pillows, sticking her posterior up into you. You adjust and pick up where you left off, ramming her pussy ferociously. Pinkie’s soft flesh jiggles each time your hips smack into her cheeks. The slapping flesh is the only noise besides your combined panting.

Pinkie's shaking hips are like tiny, short jerks of a wrist that make you so close to climax. You pull out all the way and penetrate again to put off the point of no return. But again, there’s a little hard nub rubbing the sensitive underside of your cock. It really feels like Pinkie is deliberately trying to make you bathe her insides in a fresh load. Your brain feels cloudy again, yet all you can do is ram and ram and ram to make your dick feel nice in the hot, wet hole.

Pinkie is muttering a string on incoherent curses and praises into the pillow under the noise of flesh slapping together and your collective grunting and moaning and mumbling.

“Ah Pinkie! I’m g-gonna,” you can’t finish your sentence on account of you finishing. Pinkie uses the last of her strength to push her butt up as to encourage you.

“Inside, hehehe,” Pinkie mumbles to herself. You thrust as hard as you can, that perfect little button milking the underside of the base. You release another seemingly enormous amount, this time deep inside Pinkie Pie’s pink pie. It feels as if your brain is charred, now. You grunt as your entire cock blasts out round after round of hot cum, one, two-three, four, six, nine shots, then a tenth little one. A few more twitches, then you're spent. You feel a liquid presence around the head of your shaft as you pant, doubled over Pinkie Pie’s full ass, completely engulfed inside. Not one inch of your cock isn’t being harshly squeezed by Pinkie’s quivering pussy.

“Oh my fucking god,” you say quietly, then lazily slip out and fall next to Pinkie. Your head hits a pillow the moment the band downstairs drops an extreme power chord.

“I know, right?” Pinkie Pie whispers, her ass still comically in the air. She falls on her side and faces you. “Axel, you were so deep inside, and the way you just kept hitting my spot, I came like three times. The last time, with you.” She stares, the bottom half of her eyelids raised in tired bliss. Her hand lazily traces your arm, stopping at yours. You gladly intertwine your fingers with hers and just stare into her big, blue, fun eyes. She smiles and giggles a little from her diaphragm, a truly pleased laugh.

“What is it, Pinkie?”

She swallows and licks her lips. “It’s just, you didn’t even notice Applejack. She’s standing right behind you, Axel.” Pinkie Pie giggles quietly, truly fatigued.

“Should I be worried?” you ask, not caring if the building was on fire.

“You should be thirsty.” Applejack’s southern accent carries easily in the shaking room. The band downstairs is trying to make the concrete foundations turn to pudding. The entire room is vibrating rhythmically, mystically. You’re much too tired to keep up if you were in front of the stage, but up here, it’s a nice hum and a comfortable, loosening massage.

“Me! I’m thirsty!” Pinkie Pie sits up and holds herself right with her right arm. “Ah, AJ, you’re the bestest friend a cotton-mouthed just-got-fucked-so-good girl like me could ever have.”

“Shucks, PP,” Applejack says in her now-starting-to-get-on-your-nerves southern drawl. “Ya do me too much praise. ‘sjust water.”

“No! This is more than ‘sjust water, it’s water! Liquid refreshme-” Pinkie Pie swallows hard and touches her free hand to her neck. “Liquid refreshment. Just gimme!”

Applejack hands her two big bottles of water, gloriously dangling her nice rack over your face. The plaid-clad sweater puppies are still glorious when covered. “How ya feelin’, AJ?” You ask up into her slightly bouncing tits. The entire building is pulsating in a wild way.

She looks down over her boobs as Pinkie Pie gulps. “A little sore. Oh yeah, Axel. Don’t, uh, don’t tell Tristan this, but your rod’s a bit bigger’n his. I don’t know how the hell Pinkie could take that thing. You too, Pinkie, not a word.”

Pinkie wipes away the dribble on her lips with a forearm, disregarding the trickles on her chest. “You and me both, sister. Axel’s hung like a horse. But not really, because, that’d be weird, and gross, and probably painful, an-”

“Pinkie!” you and AJ say in unison. You exchange a surprised glance and share a smile.

“Oops!” Pinkie says in a new, tiny voice that’s entirely adorable. “Sorry. Axel, drink!”

You sit up and gladly take the unopened bottle that Pinkie Pie shoves in your face and down a third of it. Your sandy throat needed a drink more than you realized. You also really need to piss.

You wipe your mouth and just look over Pinkie as she sits. She stares back, her blue eyes linger on your groin. The bass keeps shaking the room, driving you wild with curiosity and a need to see who’s making the noise. You may specialize in DnB, but metal is another fantastic, angry and emotional genre.

“Hey, Pinkie.”

“Hmm?” She sits criss-cross-applesauce again, inadvertently showing off the fine folds of her lower lips. "I mean, Axel?" She snickers at your stupid inside joke.

“Who’s playing right now? They sound, er, feel really good.”

Pinkie scratches her nose and says: “Iunno. I can’t remember who’s on when, but the drummer in one of the bands is from here. She’s pretty famous, she’s in a few other bands, too.”

A dark green bottle appears on your shoulder, freezing your hot skin. “Get dressed an’ we’ll go see ‘em,” Applejack half commands, that accent is still taking a minute to grow on you.

You snatch up the liquor and take two long drafts. Your mind is only barely inebriated, it seems. Pinkie takes three.

Applejack steals the bottle and saunters out, showing off her assets. Dear god, those assets. She tosses her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and tosses a flirty, knowing look as she closes the door behind her.

You find your pants, the bag of your extreme weed is still there. You dress with Pinkie quickly. She puts on some new, unstained panties and a slightly different outfit. A simple pink t-shirt with the words “Fallen is Baby-lon” on it. There's a graphic of a baby with a scepter and a long braided beard with a bloody binki hanging down from it. She explains that her friend’s band is actually named “Babylon”, but they played on the rephrasing enough that they took the new joke seriously enough to change the name. Most of their inscrutable lyrics were about some epic battle and civilizations falling and space colonies and aliens destroying each other. Regarding the newest album, Pinkie Pie had novels worth of stories to tell. Often times, she would sit in the studio and drink in the sounds that were made.

You and her continue discussing the equipment used on the way down. It’s very fascinating to you, the technology and techniques in creating quality: real, inspired music. You answer the call of nature and head to the mosh pit.

Before you know it, you’re thrashing about and jumping and banging your head to the banshee fingers and complex chords and machine-like double bass pedals. The whole set, or what you and Pinkie catch of it, is mind blowing. The band performs two encores before getting almost literally pushed off stage by security.

Pinkie stops you from following backstage to smoke and drink. As the piped in music occupies the bruised and battered moshers as well as the pussy onlookers, Pinkie Pie pulls you over and says to you: “Scratchy is going on next. You wanna go backstage and meet Baby-lon or stay out here and watch her?”

The choice is hard. Meet members from an awesome and somewhat local band, or listen to one of the world’s most famous DJ’s, who happens to be a sexy native of ponyville?

“Why not both?” you ask. “I bet Vinyl is backstage waiting for the roadies to get all the equipment out.”

“Oh yeah,” Pinkie Pie replies. “Come on, let’s go!”

The Canterlot Tails

by dermuffinmeister

Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash

Fluttershy

Applejack

Rarity

Pinkie Pie