Pinkie and her strange, otherworldly significant other, have tried one or two interesting things ever since they decided to get together.
Ah Anon, a character with no character, and therefore any character. In this iteration, he's been living in Ponyville for a couple years now, surrounded by these odd, multicolored giant ponies. While he's grown relatively close and fond to many of them, one in particular stuck out to him, and vice versa. Pinkie Pie. The two hit it off, and after getting together, they've tried a few more intimate activities. This is a chronicle of those intimated activities, for you viewing pleasure, if you catch my drift.
With arms crossed, Anon sighed, nothing but darkness in every direction. “Pinkie, can I open my eyes yet?” As he spoke, he could feel himself swinging back and forth, the only thing keeping him suspended in the air being a large set of teeth just behind his head hanging onto his shirt.
“Nuh uh! Is a supise!” The excitable pink pony spoke through her teeth, her warm breath washing over the tiny human as she did so. The action sent a small shiver down his spine, again reminded of just how insignificant he was compared to these ponies. Yet, despite the ridiculous size difference, he'd somehow managed to hit it off with most of the inhabitants of the strange world, most notably one with a pink coat and a large mess of curly pink hair. Pinkie Pie, the very one bouncing along down the road and holding the human by his shirt, a smile on her face as she moved along.
He couldn't help smiling, having grown fond of her antics over the time he'd spent in this world. Looking back towards her despite his still closed eyes, he waved a hand. “Do I at least get a hint? Where are we going anyway?”
She hummed for a moment, his entire body vibrating for the same brief moment thanks to the action. “Suar Cu Corner. An, is a treat.” She said, at least divulging that little nugget of information. It didn't matter though, they were almost there anyway. Turning around and bumping the doors open with her rear, she made her way up the stairs and out of the store, straight towards her room. The place was closed for the day, Mr. and Mrs. Cake having taken the kids out for a day in the park, meaning Pinkie had the place all to herself for the day.
Setting the small human down on the table she'd set up, she took a breath before looking around him. A few bowls of various confections and sweets sat alongside him on the table, all ready for what she had in mind. “Ok, you can open your eyes now!”
He did so, his vision being nothing by the massive pink pony who'd brought him here. Lifting his hands in mock surprise, he chuckled. “Hooray, it's you! You're the surprise!”
Pinkie giggled, ending with a little snort before shaking her head. “No you little silly. The surprise hasn't started yet. Take off your pants.” She spoke without a moment's hesitation, setting her chin down on the table in front of him.
He could just slightly feel the wind rush around him as she breathed thanks to the close proximity, though his mind was on other things now. “M-My what? Pants? Um... alright then.” So her surprise was more clothes from Rarity then? It wasn't the first time she'd asked him to try on cutesy outfits for her, she'd just never been so excited about it. Slipping his jeans off and setting them aside, he raised his arms a moment before letting them fall back to his side. “Ok, they're off.”
A grin showed on her face, more mischievous than her usual brand of joy. “No no.” Scooting her head closer, she lightly pocked his groin with her muzzle before pulling back. “Those ones too. We're gonna try something fun today.”
Anon's face went beat red, a wave rushing through him after the poke. He swore she sniffed when she poked him too, a wave of cold air rushing over his quickly growing boner. “A-Alright. What'll I have to-”
“Nothing, nothing on your part this time, it'll be all me.” She told him, nodding as she lifted her head again. He noted as he slipped his boxers off that there was something else in her expression. She was happy of course, but then she always was from what he could tell. Besides that though, there was a hunger in her eyes. It was obvious she was excited about whatever she had planned. Not just an excitement to do whatever it was, but in doing it for him.
They'd been together for upwards of a year now, and they'd tried a couple of activities. Most notably, they attempted something they liked to call 'Cave Diving'. Truly an unmatched experience for both of them, but it came with some problems. Suffice to say, getting in was the easy part. Getting out provided difficulties. But in each of these new ideas they tried, she always seemed more concerned about his pleasure in the end rather than her's, and it was something he really found amazing about her.
Taking a breath, he tossed his boxers onto his pants, his fully erect penis exposed before her. “And that's it. So, what now? This is your surprise after all.” He smiled lightly, waving a hand. Her was nervous, and he imagined any vigorous activities with his marefriend would leave him nervous for a long time. Just something he'd have to get used to. Still though, he was excited too, only now noticing the bowls of... something. They were a bit big for him to see over, but there were various sweet smells in the air all around him. What could she be planning?
“Oooo, perfect.” Leaning her head down, she giggled again. “So cute.” Seeing him redden and look away for a moment, she lightly pecked the top of his head. “I meant you, not that, silly.” Reaching a hoof around behind him, she scooped up her exposed little boyfriend, letting him hover over one of the bowls, in particular one full of what looked like marshmallow fluff. “So, any idea what the surprise is yet?”
Looking down at the bowl bellow him, having decided a long time ago not to question how he was being held, he gulped. “Not really... We're having a naked picnic?” He tried, a sheepish smile as he took a shot in the dark. Why would she need him pantsless around bowls of sweets? He got his answer though as he felt the world rush by, his lower half suddenly growing much cooler as a shiver went up his spine. This sort of feeling would come and go as he found himself being dipped into the marshmallow fluff, his lower half being generously coated in the sweet stuff. Everything immediately clicked into place, his now hidden erection growing as hard as it could get.
“We're gonna combine two of my favorite things in the world together!” Pinkie said, lifting him away from the bowl. The shape of his legs were barely visible under the dessert topping, making her lick her lips. “Super sweet sweets, and you.” Looking over the choices she'd given herself, she started adding a few more things. Reaching into one bowl, she produced a few chocolate chips, placing those sporadically onto the marshmallow. Next was a drizzle of caramel, followed by another drizzle of chocolate syrup. Looking him over, his entire lower half now a delectable dessert treat, she smiled. “Hope you're ready, we're both about to get our treat.”
His eyes were wide, anticipation building. Despite feeling weighed down from the waist down by all the sweet stuff, he had a feeling that was going to be a non issue soon enough. Pinkie opened her mouth wide, her cavernous maw already dripping with saliva as he peered inside. It was obvious she was looking forward to this too. His world shifted again as he was lifted over her head, now looking down at her open mouth. As he was lowered, the process slow and deliberate, obviously trying to build up the experience, he could feel her warm breath wash over him. The heat and the feeling was more and more intense the closer he grew. Anon watched as a chocolate chip dislodged itself, falling down into the space he'd occupy soon enough, vanishing down her gullet without even a moment's thought.
A shiver went up his spine as he felt something large, wet, and warm run under the bottom of his feet. With one or two more licks from her, a small portion of the sweets had vanished into the pink pony. She was practically teasing him with the slow decent and the small licks. It was obvious the teasing was over though as he was lowered just a bit quicker, now finding himself half hidden in her mouth. Her lips slowly closed around his middle, her head lowering back into a level position, the only thing keeping him from slipping down to the floor being the mouth of his marefriend.
That was when it started. He could feel her tongue slowly moving over his legs, lapping up the sugary stuff surrounding him. Every time she gulped down a bit of it he could feel it with his whole body, her soft lips keeping him from being sucked down completely. He was completely at her mercy at this point. He let out a gasp as the nibble tongue worked it's way between his legs, licking away the marshmallow that surrounded his cock slowly and carefully. It slid between his legs and just barely touched his erection, still teasing him a bit by drawing the process out. Finally she drew her tongue right over him, one last slow lick to clean away the last of the sweets. With a final gulp, all that was left in Pinkie's mouth was her tiny human boyfriend.
She kept going though. Her tongue worked it's way underneath him and on top of him, licking at his tiny form and lapping at the solid member between his legs. His breathing started to grow heavy, the muscle he couldn't see practically working magic on him. It was almost startling how nibble and controlled it was. He felt himself pressed to the roof of her mouth, a powerful force tugging at his entire being as she began to suck on him. Her tongue beneath him shifted and pressed against him, running up and down his backside as she sucked every bit of his flavor from him. A hum from the pink pony, obviously enjoying the activity as well, sent a powerful vibration through his body as she began to suck more, ever so slightly pulling him a tiny bit more into her mouth. He hardly noticed, lost as he practically melted in her mouth.
He felt himself shifting as the tongue working at him turned around, his penis now pressing into her tongue. With that she continued the process, setting her head down on the table to give him some support outside of her mouth. Lifting her tongue again and applying a light pressure to him, she began licking and rubbing at his erect member, sucking at him with just a bit more force. He put his hands down on the table now bellow him, working his own body against her tongue as it lapped and rubbed at him. “P-Pinkie, I'm... I-I'm gonna-” He was cut off as another hum reverberated through him, only sending a new wave of pleasure through him.
As if in response to his words the activity picked up. She sucked hard on his little body, slipping further inside. Her tongue worked harder, slipping between his legs and practically enveloping her cock as it lapped at it, hungrily licking away whatever flavor it could from him as it forced his body against the roof of her mouth. She continued to hum as well, seeing that it seemed to do wonders for him in conjunction with her sucking and licking. Timing her hums with her sucks, a powerful vibration would move through his body every time she pressed against him. Finally it seemed like it was just all too much. He stopped grinding his body against the powerful muscle as he released his load, his cum muddled in the thick saliva that surrounded him. He could feel the lips keeping him in place shift into a smile. Drawing her tongue across him one more time, albeit a bit more gently, she did her best to lick him clean before one final gulp coupled with a hum signaled the end.
His mind clearing up with things having slowed down, he only now noticed he'd gone from being waist deep in her mouth, to her lips being wrapped around his chest. His shirt now just as soaked from saliva as the rest of his body, he hardly cared. Turning himself to look up at her, he smiled. “That... that was amazing, Pinkie.”
She giggled, moving her head back as she released her hold on him, letting him slide out of her mouth. With him laying there on the table, covered in her own saliva, she smiled. “Oops, missed a spot.” Leaning down, she gave his cheek a light lick before her lips nearly enveloped his head in a kiss before pulling away. “I'm glad you liked your treat. I thought you would, I liked mine too.” She told him. Pinkie lowered her head beside him. “Need a spot to rest?”
He nodded, slowly sitting upright. His legs felt like jelly from the whole experience, but with a bit of effort he managed to walk over and climb up onto her head. He nearly vanished in the messy curls of her mane, but they were so soft and fluffy he was already nearly out cold from the comfort, and the energy practically sucked away from him. “You're amazing, Pinkie. How am I gonna make this up to you?” He asked down to her, letting out a sigh as he started to allow himself to drift.
She hummed in thought for a moment, lifting her head up as she started to move through the room, a bit less bounce in her step, as a courtesy to her new passenger. “Well... maybe once you're rested up, you'd be up for a bit more cave diving? I'd be careful, things are a bit... flooded at the moment.” She said up to him, laughing. Despite his pleasure being at the forefront of her mind, there was no denying it had done wonders for her too.
He sighed, nodding as he lightly ran a hand through her mane. “That sounds fair. After a nap though?”
“Sure thing. Get some rest, you little treat you.” With that, she let him doze off, almost invisible in her mess of a mane, picking up his discarded pants and boxers and placing them up beside him. He'd most likely need those when he woke up after all.
“So you're sure about this?” Pinkie sat beside a table, the normally happy-go-lucky mare looking to be a bit uncomfortable. She looked at the human on the table beside her, who himself was busy pacing back and forth in thought.
Taking a breath, he nodded. “Y-Yeah. I mean, we've been together for almost a year now.” He reasoned, crossing his arms. He stopped his pacing, turning to face the giant pink pony. “We've kissed and cuddled and stuff, and honestly that's amazing.” He said, smiling to himself as he recalled those few kisses they’d shared. At his scale, it was beyond compare. Her lips practically engulfing his tiny form, threatening to suck him right inside with the force behind them. The plush feeling of them against his torso and face only added to the experience.
She blushed, nodding with a smile. “No kidding, I'm surprised someone so tiny can be such a good kisser.” Spotting an arched brow from him, her smiled widened and she giggled. “Tiny and cute.” It was just as good for her when they kissed, though for different reasons altogether. She was someone who's joy came from giving other's joy, so the sheer pleasure he took from it certainly contributed for her. But his hands running along her lips, the tiny pecks and occasionally bold nibbles he'd give against her lips as he tried to return the loving gesture, it sent shivers down her spine just thinking about it. With that they had in mind, the idea of his small form, working those tiny hands and kissing at her other lips, well she'd be lying if she said she wasn't more than interested in the prospect. “I'm just worried about you. After all, I'm a big girl, you could get hurt.” She voiced her concern with a mild teasing tone, setting her chin on the table so they were nearly nose to nose.
He looked up at the vast cyan pools that focused on him, smiling and kissing the nose in front of him. “Pinkie, I trust you not to hurt me.”
“It's not just a trust thing you silly, you're like four inches tall!” She reasoned, frowning a bit.
“Five and a half...” He crossed his arms and muttered under his breath.
Rolling her eyes, she lifted her head up again. “My point still stands, you're tiny. One wrong thing, and... well, I couldn't stand knowing I'd hurt you in some way if something went wrong.”
He hated to admit it, but she was right. Despite the trust and the feelings shared between him and his marefriend, the vast size difference was completely impossible to ignore. He still had trouble just being near her hooves when she walked, despite the surprisingly soft feeling they seemed to sport. No sense tempting fate. Thinking over their situation though, he snapped his fingers. “We'll plan properly then.” He stated with a smile. “It's a week till our one year, right? We'll spend that time figuring everything out.”
She thought it over before smiling and nodding. “That... that sounds good! Ok, what do we need to keep in mind?” She asked, tapping her hoof to her chin in thought. “Your safety, of course. Need to be sure you aren't hurt, or broken or anything.”
“Right.” He nodded, arms crossed in thought. He blinked as something occurred to him, which until now he'd never had thought of. “Breathing. Don't think there'll be much free, clean air.” He pointed out, half joking.
She blushed. “I-I'm plenty clean... but I see your point.” Clearing her throat, she smiled. “I bet there's some kind of spell that could cover both of those bases. I'll ask Twilight later to see if there's any sort of spell or something we can use to make sure nothing hurts you.”
He smiled and nodded. “Perfect. I think this is going to turn out great, Pinkie. I really do.” Anon spoke with confidence, smiling up at his marefriend. They were finally going to get busy. It was something that hardly crossed his mind when he first decided to get together with a giant talking pony of all things, but the longer and longer they were together, and the closer they got, the more he couldn't get the idea out of his head. It'd be a completely unique experience, unimaginable even. And that was something he wanted to share with her.
She giggled in anticipation, leaning down to lightly peck the top of his head. “I think it'll go well too.”
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The very next day, the two made a visit to Twilight's. It didn't take much fibbing to ask for some sort of ultimate protection spell for their smaller guest, under the pretense that despite nothing bad happening after all this time, it was better not to tempt fate. After discussing what all they wanted in the spell, they wound up leaving with not a spell but a small ring of sorts. It looked like a ring meant for humans to wear, but it was more of a belt at Anon's size.
The instructions were simple: Allow the stone to build up energy by Anon simply wearing it for the next few days, and whenever he needed it, it'd have as much juice as he'd need for any circumstance. He tried fitting the thing around his waist, surprised at how unobtrusive it was. It just felt like a mildly heavy belt, and he could let his shirt cover it pretty easily. With their method of protection in hand, or around waist as it were, they decided to figure out a few other odds and ends while they waited out the magic trinket's charge.
They decided starting off with a romantic dinner of sorts would be a good idea, before they moved to Pinkie's bedroom, which she now shared with Anon after the two had decided to get together. Plenty of time to enjoy themselves in a calm manner and setting, and maybe talk over the following activity.
This and that dealt with as the days passed by, fairly soon the night was upon them.
Anon, dressed in a pink and white suit that Rarity had insisted she make for him, sat on a cushion atop a dining room table. With Mr. and Mrs. Cake out until tomorrow on business in Canterlot, he and Pinkie had Sugar Cube Corner all to themselves. The table was a simple set up with a few candles creating mood lighting from the middle of the table, and a plate set up for her and himself.
As he sat in wait, he took a breath as he lifted his shirt to check on the ring. Should be all juiced up for their night, where he was certain it wouldn't be the only thing juiced up. Running through things in his head once more, he was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of hoofsteps behind him. Turning around to greet his marefriend, his face reddened as he was left silent.
He'd grown used to the idea that the beings he surrounded himself with were by all technicality naked all the time. Yet somehow, seeing Pinkie walk in with more clothes on than normal set him off. It wasn't much, but as they say, less is more. Her normally wild and out of control mess of a mane, while the little curl and poof he loved remained hanging just in front of her face, the rest had been pulled back and straightened a bit in a ponytail that hung over her shoulder and in front of her. On top of that, she had on a very particular piece of clothing that caught his eye as she walked past him. Around her rear end was a pair of dark pink and red lacy panties that just barely squeezed her buttocks, making it look that much more round and pleasant to look at.
He gulped, tugging at the tie he wore as he looked on in silence. It was obvious by the look he caught her giving him she'd achieved the desired effect she was going for. “Wow, Pinkie. You look, um, a-amazing.” How could such tiny changes make that big a difference? He could feel his pants tightening just looking at her.
She giggled, taking her seat at the other side of the table. “Well you're pretty dashing yourself tonight, my little Anon.” She said, smiling across at him. The sultry look she was trying to keep up broke a bit as she realized just how little she was wearing in comparison to how dressed up he was. Sure she normally wasn't wearing anything, but somehow now she felt under dressed. She was aiming for sexy of course, but he really was so dashing and handsome in his little suit in front of him. She had to reminder herself based on his reaction that he obviously liked how she looked too. “I'm excited for tonight. Look like everything's working right?” She asked him.
He cleared his throat and lifted his shirt again, looking at the stone in the ring. He smiled and nodded over to her. “Yup, the rock's all ready for us tonight.”
“Perfect!” Taking a breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, she smiled across at him. “Well then, let's get started, so we can get started.” Pinkie giggled a bit at herself, earning a light laugh from Anon as well, the two starting in on their dinner.
The food was hardly on their minds though. As they had time and silence to think while they ate, every possible wrong thing that could happen ran through their heads. Was the potential experience really worth putting him in such danger? Was he really willing to put himself in that kind of danger for sex? Before very long their plates were cleaned, looking up at each other with beat red cheeks.
“That was... good.” He spoke simply, smiling. He wasn't this nervous moments ago, why now? He was reminded why as she stood up, those tight panties hugging her buttocks as she walked around the table. Gods, she was amazing. Of all the things he thought he'd be attracted to in his life, this wasn't on the list. Now though, it was a league all it's own.
Standing up from his pillow, he was about to speak as she approached, though his voice was smothered along with the rest of him as her plush lips pressed against his upper half. His eyes widened, surprised for only a moment by the action. As the kiss persisted, he shut his eyes and pressed his own face into her lips, doing his best to return the affection by kissing back himself. Lifting his hands, he gently ran them along the edges of her mouth before bringing them against her lips as well. He rubbed and kneaded at them, almost in a massage as he kissed her back. Just like always, it was amazing. The warmth that spread through his body was comforting, the mild breeze of her breath slipping out from between her lips and against his chest sent shivers down his spine, and the soft lips that lightly pressed and worked against his tiny body made him hum in delight. It was obvious despite his diminutive form though that his kisses and lip massages were doing their job as well. He felt vibrations course through his body as she hummed as well, enjoying her end of the kiss as much as he was apparently.
Finally she pulled back, eyes half shut as she looked down at him, the cheery spark ever present in her gaze now coupled with a lustful desire. “Now that was good. Come on, my sweet, I say we get started.” She lowered her head again, lightly bumping the tip of her snout against his obvious erection before lifting him onto her nose. With that she turned and made her way upstairs, soon arriving in their bedroom. Pinkie made straight for the bed, placing him down on the pillow before climbing up herself. “So, first things first, there's a few things in our way it looks like.” Reaching over and turning him around to face away from her, she leaned her head down and carefully bit the back of his suit. With a short tug that pulled him onto his back, she lifted the jacket away before spitting it down onto the ground. Again she lowered herself, a smile on her face. “Got a ways to go it looks like.”
His face was beat red as he saw her loom over him, that look still in her eye. Sitting back upright, he started taking apart his whole nice little outfit, soon standing with nothing on but his pants. As he unzipped them and moved his hands to take them down, he felt a rush of wind chill him a bit. Looking up, he saw his massive marefriend's nose right in front of his own. “Hold on hold on, I wanna try this.” He thought he caught just a touch of nervousness in her voice, though it was almost completely drowned out by the clear excitement that came with it. He lifted his hands away, watching as her mouth opened in front of him. He shivered as her teeth barely scraped against his stomach, somehow managing to bite down on the very edge of his pants. Once she was sure she had a good grip, she looked at him before shifting her eyes, telling him to lay on his back. He did so, watching as she pulled her head back and his pants as well. He was more than surprised at how careful she was for such a task, yet here he was laying buck naked save for that ring around his waist with his erection plain to see, and his pants in her teeth as she looked down at him.
Again she spit his pants down onto the ground beside the bed before lowering her head, as if studying him. This was her first time actually seeing him in full view, all of him. A smile spread on her lips, poking her tongue out and slipping it between his legs, dragging the huge slick muscle against his dick as slowly and deliberately as she could manage. He shuddered, letting out an involuntary gasp at the feeling as he gripped the fabric of the pillow beneath him. He hadn't expected that. When she smiled at the sight of him in the nude, he was almost afraid she was going to laugh. Make fun of him and his size. See, and feeling, that that wasn't the case though only solidified his boner. “I see someone's all ready to go.” Leaning further forward she kissed his chest briefly before pulling back. Shifting so she sat on her rear, she leaned back and spread her legs before him. “One more little obstacle though.”
Sitting up, he spotted those panties again, seeing them already looking a bit damp. So he wasn't the only one ready for this it seemed. Gulping, he stood up and started to carefully walk towards her. The closer he got the more his world was being taken up by her entire being. As he walked between her legs, her gaze following him, it was growing impossible to look anywhere without seeing some part of her. It was more intense than he could imagine, knowing not only that there could be someone so incredible, so unbelievable, but that they felt the same way about you. Finally though his looking around stopped as he found himself face to face with the wet fabric of her panties. The lacy undergarments did very little to hide the lips behind them. This was it. Reaching up, Anon gripped the edge of her panties, tugging them down with as much force as he could. He didn't yank them right off obviously, but he made progress slowly, her marehood revealed in full slowly as though a curtain were revealing the show. Once he had them down enough to step over, he stopped and did just that, looking up at Pinkie as if for confirmation. She nodded down at him, the lust in her eye just slightly starting to overpower the bubbly cheer.
Reaching forward, he gently ran a hand down one side of her lips, the mountain of pink shuddering at his slight touch. He wasn't sure what she felt or though when she saw him in full view for the first time, but this was almost too much for him already. The slit itself was taller than he was, a powerful smell surrounding him. His entire world was being swallowed up the longer he ran his hand along the lips and took in the scent of her excitement. There was nothing but him, and her in this world. Bringing his other hand forward, he kept up the massage of sorts, applying pressure against the moist lips. He heard her gasp above him as he applied more pressure, a hum from above as well telling him he was on the right track so far. That said he was almost afraid to keep going. This was it, the final step. If he took things slowly, he'd give himself and her the precious few seconds they needed to prepare.
As he ran his hands against her sex, the rapidly moistening entrance caused his hand to slip. Thanks to the pressure he'd been applying nearly his whole arm vanished inside. He could feel the muscles practically grab him as he entered, a surprised squeaky gasp coming from the mountainous mare. Her legs jolted from the feeling, eyes shut. Her panties still mostly around her backside, the action caused them to snap back into place. Before he had even a moment to react he felt his entire body pressed against the wet, warm lips thanks to the tight undergarments. No turning back now. Rather than trying to pull his arm free, he moved his other arm against her in an effort to bring it inside as well. There wasn't a single move he could make now that didn't rub him against her body, more specifically against her wet marehood. Everything he did caused the being he was strapped against to shudder and shift, only grinding his tiny body against her in an endless loop of ecstasy for the both of them.
Finally he slipped his other arm within her, the muscles greedily taking it just like it had his other arm. Despite the size of the entrance, the muscles tightening and gripping made actually moving inside surprisingly difficult. He hardly noticed the slight glow come from the ring around his waist as he managed to slip his head inside, reacting to the immanent danger he was to be in. It was slow going, but now he was determined to completely lost himself within her. The gripping walls, while they made consistent progress difficult, did do their part in pulling him further inside. It was no longer warm, but hot. The walls were slick and wet, Anon aware of a constant flow of liquids over his naked body. Managing to squeeze his torso further inside, he felt his world shake and buck before something pressed against his rear. Within only a moment he felt himself shoot into her. He supposed she was getting rather into it as well.
The state of being he found himself in was beyond compare. The only sound he could hear was the sound of her inner workings, occasionally met by a loud yet muffled moan. Everything moved against his will, the walls gripping and hugging him from every direction as he her body seemed to have it's way with his tiny form. He was lost, nothing in the world mattered other than pleasing this impossible being that surrounded him. Moving in time with the powerful muscles around him, he began grinding his body against the fleshy warm walls, pressing his hands as firmly against them as he could. He kissed and nibbled at the walls, winding up with mouthfuls of the hot juices that were surrounding him. He didn't care, he didn't need to breathe, he didn't need to worry about himself. His mind practically melted into a primal need. The ecstasy that coursed through him drove him to work harder and harder. Every ounce of energy in his body wasn't for him, but for her. His efforts weren't in vain either, the more he worked the tighter and more aggressive the muscles around him became. They grabbed his tiny body and hugged him as if trying to squeeze every bit of love out of him. Everything shook and rocked, he didn't know what was up or down, or where the exit was, or how far deep he'd gone.
The muscles suddenly stopped their gripping and hugging and instead squeezed his entire form with enough force to crush him. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, cumming finally with a muffled shout with his face pressed into the wall of flesh. What little he produced though was washed away by the flood of juices that rushed over and forced him through the tight pathway. Hearing the endings of a loud shout suddenly, he opened his eyes to find himself his upper half sticking out in the open air. He saw the panties laying on the bed, Pinkie evidently removing them at some point after he'd vanished within her. Just bellow him on the sheets was a small pool of liquid, some of which still spilled over him and down into it.
His entire body felt limp and numb, having spent every ounce of himself in that strange world. Turning his head to look up, he couldn't see her as she'd shifted to lay completely on her back. Given the heavy breathing though and the other obvious results, he saw glad to know he'd pleased her as she'd pleased him. With what little energy he had left, he gripped the lips that still held him and pulled himself out, his marefriend shuddering at the feeling. Landing in the pool bellow with a light splat, he drug himself over and onto a dry portion of the sheet. He could feel the cool open air on his body, the sticky juice surrounding him drying slowly but surely.
Pinkie took in a breath before starting to shift. Slipping her hoof beneath his tiny form, she used her other one to toss aside the soiled blanket before laying her head on the pillow and setting him down beside her. “You're the bestest thing to happen to me.” Kissing the side of his head, she let out a sigh that ruffled his hair.
“Right back at ya.” He said simply, still tired and out of breath as he returned the kiss, sighing as well. In a matter of moments they both dozed off, completely spent yet immeasurably happy.