> Pinkie Gets Wrecked - Part I of the Rough Ridin' Series > by RarestRarity1779 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a busy day at Sugarcube Corner, extremely busy in fact. It felt like everyone and everything had been working overtime in the sweet shop, from the still-heated ovens to the dough covered baking pans, to the exhausted yet satisfied employees in the midst of it all. There were the Cakes, of course being the proprietors of the establishment, Mr. and Mrs., and Pinkie Pie, their faithful and bubbly employee who helped keep the place pumping out delectable sweets in exchange for a place to stay. Next to them though, it had been such a busy day that the Cakes, and Pinkie for that matter, agreed that it would be best to hire in some temporary help in order to keep up with the easily overwhelming demand. Three stallions, a Palomino, the other a Chestnut, and the final Black, themselves newcomers to the quaint little town of Ponyville, volunteered to take on the job so that they would have some extra spending bits. As odd as it was, the Cakes nor Pinkie really had the time to socialize with the newcomers their first couple of days in the workplace; it simply felt alien seeing as how the business that was Sugarcube Corner operated more as a family unit than a company full of divided up employees. Mr. Cake had been the one to interview the group, but other than that neither Mrs. Cake nor Pinkie Pie had been afforded the opportunity to get to introduce themselves properly, let alone get to know them. They would listen to any order given by the Cakes or even Pinkie Pie, for they were the experienced ones after all, and would engage in seemingly pleasant conversation with the incoming and outgoing customers, but would otherwise keep to themselves. Either way, the three stallions seemed to be extremely close with each other, and with Pinkie Pie being the friendship element of Laughter, that was just fine with the Cakes as well as herself, even if it did mean that they wouldn’t have the opportunity to make some new friends for themselves. Finally, after all the action of the day, things had started to slow down and the evening crept upon Ponyville and Sugarcube Corner. Closing time wasn’t far off, and taking into account that everypony had worked so hard, the Cakes decided that it wouldn’t harm anything if they decided to close upon. Furthermore, the Cakes’ anniversary was but a mere couple of hours away and the couple had already planed a beautiful trip in advance, having already elected to leave their business in the trusty hooves of their resident star employee, Pinkie Pie, who herself speculated that to be their motive for being so willing to close up early. “You’re sure you’ll be OK dearie?” Mrs. Cake asked as she rushed about the counter area, wiping things down and otherwise doing some simple housekeeping. “You betcha!” Pinkie responded, enthusiastic as always. “I’ve done this, like, a million times!” “Oh I know, I know. You know that an old mare can’t help but be nit-picky.” She finished cleaning the counter up and chucked the dirty rag down into a bin below the register. “What? Old?” Pinkie giggled, “Oh Mrs. Cake, you don’t look a day over forty!” “Uh-huh,” she finally responded with a tone that matched the unamused look that she had offered Pinkie. Ever oblivious, Pinkie continued her closing down routine while Mrs. Cake walked out from behind the counter and moved to walk around and go up the stairs, but instead was met by her husband as he came down them, two packed bags upon his back. “Hello Puddin’,” he affectionately greeted her with a peck on the cheek. “You ready to go?” “Have been since we opened up this morning, don’t cha know?” “Well what are we waiting for?!” he asked and wrapped his foreleg around Mrs. Cake and whipped around to the opposite side of her so that the two of them faced the door. She giggled when he did so, and took a few paces forward with him before they both stopped and looked back at Pinkie Pie, still behind the counter. “You sure you’ve got the fort held down here?” “This isn’t a fort silly, it’s Sugarcube Corner!” Pinkie giggled, “You of all ponies should know that silly! I mean, you do own the place after all and…” “Pinkie!” the Cakes called out with a slight frustration, almost in unison. “Relax!” she chided at them, her bubbly personality unaffected, “Just kidding.” She giggled. The Cakes rolled their eyes, again almost in unison and stepped even closer to the door, this time opening it and allowing the crisp evening air inside. “Well, we trust you, but if you be sure to have that nice young dragon friend of yours, Spike, send us a letter if you need us for anything at all. We’ll be gone a week, so the place is all yours,” Mr. Cake informed her. “Yes sir!” Pinkie saluted, semi-seriously and semi-jokingly. “Oh! Don’t forget to count out the till,” Mrs. Cake called back as they started out the doorway, “It’s the only thing that needs to be done.” She exited behind her husband but briskly poked her head back in and concluded, “Oh! And don’t forget to pay those nice stallions back there. They’ve been such a nice help! You be sure to give them each a little extra too. It’s been a rough day and their help is well worth it.” “You got it!” Pinkie smiled and waved them off as Mrs. Cake pulled the door shut behind her with a slam. The pink mare wasted no time in setting to work with her assigned tasks. She knew that the Cakes had placed a good amount of faith in her, as they did each time they leaved her to run the business for herself for an extended period of time, and Pinkie would do her utmost to ensure that their faith was well-placed. She opened up the register full of bits and started to count out the day’s earnings while at the same time placing a modest amount for herself out to the side, as well as factoring in what she would need to pay the newcomers. Pinkie hated math because it was no fun at all, but she figured that maybe because she didn’t like it all that much it was the reason that she was able to do it so quickly and correctly, and always balance the books out in the end. Just as she concluded her bookkeeping duties, the three newcomers came out from the kitchen area behind her. The well-built stallions walked across the floor, which itself echoed with a soft thud that was unison with each step that they took. The males were intimidating in their own right, not because they looked dangerous or acted with dangerous tendencies of course, but rather for the simple fact that they were males; they towered over Pinkie Pie and Mrs. Cake, and were not as light as Mr. Cake, yet only one of them was as muscular as Big Macintosh, while the other two were as large as Applejack’s brother. The trio was so intimidating masculine-wise that they gave Pinkie a slight start when they closed in on her. Pinkie giggled, “Hey guys! Long day, huh? Here to get paid?” They all three nodded, but only one of them responded verbally, his voice rather smooth and pleasant to Pinkie’s ears. “Yep, that’s right. Ready to call it a day.” “Me too!” Pinkie responded but then subsequently spiraled off into one of her rants, “Not because I don’t like the job or anything though, or baking, not that I don’t like that either. I love baking! Oh, and I love the job too!” Thankfully though, she was able to stop herself, “But anyway, enough about all that jazz. I’m sure you guys are ready to get out of here. Got you all good to go!” She scooped three moderately sized bags of bits off of the counter and handed them out one by one to each of the stallions and concluded, “Even threw some extra in for how busy it was today and how much of a help you all were.” “Thanks,” one of them replied, different than the one who first spoke, his voice deeper and indicative of his virility, yet still pleasing to the mare’s ears. “We picked up after ourselves back there and finished up everything that was on the task list.” He handed her a wrinkled piece of paper that had a list of tasks on it, all of them crossed off, as proof of his statement. “Awesome!” Pinkie said and glanced at it briefly before sliding it under the register. “There is one more thing though,” the last stallion to speak chimed in, his voice calm and easy, yet not quite soft-spoken, again a pleasing sound for Pinkie to hear. “There’s something in one of the ovens back there, on slow bake. Was there when we came in this morning. Want me to take it out?” “No!” Pinkie exclaimed in an overly dramatic way that could be mistaken for rudeness had the three of them not been around her enough to know what her tendencies were like. She dashed over to the oven in the kitchen, just in view of the stallions, and dramatically positioned herself in front of it in a protective stance. They all three gave her confused looks which prompted Pinkie to stand down and regain that little bit of composure that she generally maintained. “Sorry,” she said and walked back towards them, blushing ever so slightly, though not before she could inspect the time and temperature settings and, of course, the contents of the oven itself. “Promise you won’t tell anypony?” “I… guess?” one of them responded, still with a confused look upon his face. “Well,” she lowered her voice down when she was near them, “That’s my Super Extra Special Pinkie Deluxe Cupcake recipe baking in there. Can’t tell you what I made it with,” she winked at them, “but I can tell you that it’ll be super extra specially delicious! This first one is for me and my bestest friends to share, but I’ll make all of you guys one too! Promise! It’s taken me so long to work on it that I started to worry that I wouldn’t finish it, but I finally got it done last night and put it in the oven this morning. Each one takes a long time to make, but it’ll totally be worth it in the end. Sorry I went a little loopsy,” she crossed back in front of them to her previous spot, “but I’d just die if anything happened to it! There’s no way I could ever copy the same recipe again!” “You mean you never wrote it down?” one of them asked. “Nope! Don’t need to, because it’s all in here!” she tapped on her forehead. “Well… I think it is.” She looked upwards as she tried to remember all of the ingredients and measurements that she had taken to get it just right. She couldn’t remember them all in that moment, not even half, but she was sure that she would when the time was right. “That’s cool.” “Nah, it’s nothing really,” Pinkie blushed and waved off the compliment as she crossed closed up the register and locked up the day’s earnings, “Just took a little bit of hard work is all.” “No, really,” another one of the stallions commented, “You’ve got talent. That’s cool.” “Stop it!” Pinkie waved her hoof at the group, “You’re making me blush.” None of them could really see the blush on Pinkie’s pink coat, but it was an interesting thing to think about anyway. “Maybe you could teach us how to do some stuff like that? Could show us some other things too.” This time, it was one of the stallions who winked at her. “Other things?” Pinkie asked, disregarding the former statement completely, her interest piqued. She had never fancied herself a teacher, but the concept of teaching ponies new things, especially when it came to baking always excited her. “You know… other things,” the stallion smiled at her. “Oh!” It finally kicked with Pinkie Pie what the trio of stallions were talking about, and it made her blush deeply. “Gosh, I can’t believe you’d take me for that kind of girl,” she commented at batted her eyes at them. “You’ve just got that vibe,” one of them replied and offered up a cocky smile as he looked deeply into her eyes. “You should tell us what kind of girl you are sometime. One of us anyway.” The speaker smirked at his comrades while they shot him a peeved look. “Yeah,” Pinkie giggled and flipped her mane aside, “I can bake a mean cake, but I’ve never actually been able to cook. All those vegetables and oils, and pots and pans and knives! I just don’t see how anypony does it!” Once again, the three stallions were left nothing short of confused. Still though, they remained persistent. “No, no, no,” one of them chuckled softly, rather amused by her obliviousness. He stepped forward and wrapped his foreleg around her, “That’s not what we’re saying. You should get with us sometime and really 'show' us what kind of mare you are.” He winked at her and gave her a little squeeze before he stepped away from her. “Ohhhh! I gotcha!” Pinkie nodded her head and winked back briefly before she stopped, “Wait… No…” she waved her hoof at them, “I’m confused. So you want to see me cook, not bake, but cook and then show you what I made? Ooh! Or do you mean that I get to watch you cook something and then you’ll show me what it is and then you can show me how to make it? Either way, sounds super-duper fun even though if it’s the first one I’ll probably burn it. Wait! Unless… can you bake a carrot like a carrot cake? ‘Cuz if you can I can, like, totally do that and…” Pinkie Pie jumped in place with excitement as she ranted away. “Pinkie!” one of the stallions exclaimed as he stepped forward and subsequently placed his burly hoof over her mouth, which caused her to cease talking and jumping in place. “I don’t think you understand what any of us are saying. We don’t want to cook with you or bake with you.” “Well what do you want to do then silly? I am, like, so confused!” Pinkie pushed his hoof away from her mouth just long enough to speak and then put it back securely into place atop her muzzle. “Do we really have to spell it out for you?” “Mhmh,” Pinkie nodded her head but did not move his hoof away again to speak. The stallion pulled his hoof away from her mouth and shook his head with a slight frustration before he looked back at her. “We’re saying that we want to fuck you. You know, have sex? What we were saying is that you should meet up with us sometime and show us what kind of mare you can be... so to speak.” “Oh!” Pinkie said, surprised by the confession. “With me?” she asked. “Yes,” one of them nodded, “With you, and at the same time.” “Woah,” Pinkie gasped and then eventually burst into laughter, “I was not expecting that! You guys are funny!” She playfully hit the stallion closest to her on the shoulder. “We weren’t joking,” one said with a serious tone. “Oh come on, yeah you were!” She finished laughing and wiped a tear away from her eye that had slithered down from where she had laughed so hard. She turned to skip away from them, en route to check on her prized cupcake, but was swiftly stopped when one of the stallions grabbed onto her tail and pulled her back towards them. “Yikes!” she exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and pain. It had hurt when he pulled on her tail, but at the same time Pinkie couldn’t help but like it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel like it was a little uncalled for. “Hey!” she asked with a chiding tone, “What are you doing back there?” She had to turn her head to look back at them, for one of the males still held tightly onto her tail and her hindquarters were facing them. “You’re clearly not hearing or understanding what we’re saying, so how’s about we just show you instead?” > Chapter 2 - Immoral Oral (WIP) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The three males moved closer to Pinkie Pie, and only when they were directly upon her did the one who held onto her tail let go. She attempted to turn around to confront them, because as much as she liked it, she didn’t think they needed to pull her tail and she certainly didn’t think they needed to be that “obscure” with her, as Twilight would have called it. Still, she was only able to complete half of her turn before she found her own lips placed against those of one of the stallions. His masculine muzzle dominated hers, and his tongue entered into and exited her mouth with little resistance. It was such a pleasing experience for Pinkie that she couldn’t help but place her hoof upon his cheek in a motion that indicated her ecstasy. Meanwhile, the other two stallions started to move their hooves about her in a caressing and rubbing motion, moving over every inch of her body while the third continued to kiss her passionately. She wasn’t sure why this stallion was kissing her or why those other two stallions were touching her the way that they were, but she sure did like it. Pinkie was in heat, and though she had been doing a good job of keeping that natural fact a secret so far, now she felt as though she was helpless to hold her urges and natural desires back. Each time the one stallion would ram his tongue down into her mouth, or whenever the other one would graze dangerously close to her teats, or even whenever the last would squeeze her bouncy butt it all pushed her urges and desires up to a point of where she felt like she had absolutely no control. After some moments of taking turns kissing and groping the mare as they pleased, the three stallions eventually backed off of her. “Understand what we’re talking about now? Or do you need some more hints?” “Oh, I think I know what you mean now. How silly of me,” Pinkie giggled in an excited way and the red blush on her cheeks burned brightly. She certainly did understand what they had been talking about now, and she wanted more of it. “You know…” she ran her hoof sensually down one of their cheeks, “I could use some more hints though.” “Whoa!” one of them exclaimed in a pleasant surprise, “You’re an eager little one, aren’t you?” Then, moving swiftly, the three stallions jumped up onto the freshly cleaned counter and sat beside each other. Their members were flaccid at the moment, but it was apparent to Pinkie that they were definitely of a fair size, maybe even more so than what she had taken on before. Ready to show them just how eager she really could be, Pinkie Pie wasted no time in setting to work on the stallions and their members. She sat herself down in front of the center male and started to gently kiss and caress his testicles with her mouth. Like the stallion and equine penis they were attached to, they were large and heavy as well, masculine in every sense of the word. The same attributes applied to both of the other stallions too, minus the fact that one of them had little hairs on his balls that tickled Pinkie’s tongue when she licked them, whereas the other two were perfectly smooth. Furthermore, each set had a distinctive musk about it that Pinkie absolutely delighted in having rubbed all over her face and held inside of her mouth. She sucked on the scrotum of the stallion on her left, which prompted a satisfied groan out of him, and placed her muzzle against them in a way that would allow her to get a good whiff of his sweaty, musky scent. Once she finished up with him, she made sure to do the exact same for the other two stallions. Sucking on their balls the way she had been, it came as no surprise that each of them had a rock-hard erection. Pinkie began with the center stallion when she placed his member into her mouth and started to bob her lips up and down on him. She both teased and excited him by keeping her lips wrapped around the upper most part of his penis, and did the same for the other two stallions when they finally got their turn with her mouth. Once she gave all three a turn, she returned her attention back to the center stallion and placed her saliva drenched muzzle onto his hard shaft once more. She giggled when it jumped a bit as she kissed it and then wrapped her lips around it once more. Now, with his cock lodged in her mouth, she reached over and grasped onto the other two stallion’s members with her hooves. She started to bob her head up and down, allowing his cock to inch deeper and deeper inside of her throat while she jacked the other two off. At first she tried to look them each in the eyes; she thought there was just something arousing about it, but as his rock hard member slowly went deeper and deeper inside of her throat she at first shifted all of her focus onto him, and then when she eventually got herself to the point of where she was deep throating him with each and every motion of her head she found herself practically forced to close her eyes simply because of his size. She hadn’t even given the other two stallions their turn yet and there she was already holding back coughs and with tear drops forming at the sides of her eyes. Regardless though, she loved the roughness of it and of course the males certainly did as well. Pinkie found herself so distracted by the large cock sliding in and out of her throat in fact, that she found herself surprised when one of the stallions to her side reached down, firmly grasped her hoof, and began to move it back and forth across his shaft. In her distraction, Pinkie had inadvertently stopped stimulating him. “You’re an eager little bitch,” he said, “Sucking and jerking us all off at the same time. If you aren’t going to give the rest of us a turn with that pretty little mouth though, at least show us two some eagerness and affection.” She said nothing in return, though she did pull her mouth off of the one stallion to take some breaths of air; she made sure to keep slowing massaging the shafts of the other two as she did so. She thought maybe his choice of words were a little mean, yet for some reason she couldn’t help but like them and find them a little exciting and arousing. Perhaps it was a reward of some kind, or maybe it was because he had interacted with her first, but once Pinkie finished getting fresh air into her lungs, she craned her head over and started to suck him off in a similar fashion to the one she had just finished with. “And here I thought you were starting to get jealous,” the center stallion said smugly to the one beside him who was now the one getting his dick sucked. He exhaled a deep breath and took a look at his newly wet cock, admiring the handiwork of the pink mare. His comrade seemed to be enjoying his blowjob too much to say anything else at the moment, but he offered his hoof up for a smug hoofbump, of which the center stallion accepted as well as the third stallion who seemed to be enjoying a nice and steady hoofjob from her. She finished giving the second stallion his blowjob and then swung her head around so that she could offer the third stallion his turn and, of course, he was happy to oblige her. As she moved her mouth up and down his shaft and allowed his hard cock to slowly enter and exit her throat, she treated the center one closest to her to an enjoyable testicular massage. Without looking his way, she moved her hoof all around his balls and took extra care to fondle them and cup them. Meanwhile, with her other free hoof, Pinkie treated the stallion that she was currently sucking off to a hoofjob as well. She moved her lips to the top of his shaft but did not take them off, and simultaneously gripped his member firmly with her hoof and began to move it up and down with a steady motion. Each time she pushed her head forward and forced his cock deeper down her throat, she pulled her head back up once she felt her muzzle touch her hoof. “Ah!” he exhaled with pleasure, “That feels awesome.” He leaned back just a little more and opened his hind legs a little more as well so that he could be more relaxed. “Looks awesome,” the second commented. “Hey cutie, about you give us a try like that?” the third chimed in. Pinkie ignored what they said, seemingly because she seemed to be enjoying herself too much to have paid any attention. “Hold on!” the stallion who was getting blown by her stepped in, “I’ve got an even better idea...” His enthusiastic tone prompted the other two to look over at him with intrigued looks upon their faces. “Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” He looked down at the Pink head that was moving back and forth on his cock. “I think I am,” one of them replied with a devious tone while he looked down at her too. “Me too!” the third and final one chimed in and, he too, joined in to watch Pinkie fellate his friend. There were some moments of silence that followed that, almost as if they were affirming themselves that they truly were thinking the same thing their cohorts were. Once that silence ended, the three of them called out in unison, “Face fuck!” while they simultaneously extended their hooves and bumped them. Their sudden uproar had been loud enough to startle Pinkie as she pulled her mouth off of the stallion’s shaft, but she barely had time to think about what had been said or ask about it before all three of the stallions jumped off of the counter and once again surrounded her. They said nothing to her, but one of them picked her up and hoisted her onto his back in a way that both surprised and rather impressed Pinkie. There was a small sofa back in the kitchen area that was used as a resting perch that the stallion who carried Pinkie, as well as one other stallion, started to head for. Meanwhile, the third stallion walked around the counter and to the front of the store where he quickly ensured that the door was locked, drew the blinds down over the windows, and then turned to join his comrades in the kitchen. “Hey guys,” she giggled as she rather enjoyed the ride, “What cha doing? Weren’t you having fun? I sure was!” “Oh sure!” one of them responded to her, “It was a blast!” The one carrying her chuckled and commented, “Yeah! But this will be way funner! Just you wait and see!” Pinkie opened her mouth to say something in response, but before she could she found herself dumped off of his back. She landed on her back onto the off-greenish colored sofa with a soft plop and looked up at the three stallions, wondering just what they had in store next. She had heard what they had said, but she had been having far too much fun to pay attention or recollect what had been said; Either way, she was sure and hopeful that whatever it was would be as hot as what she had just finished doing. Lucky for all of them involved, this wasn’t any of the stallions’ first rodeo and they certainly weren’t ones to disappoint. While she remained on her back, one of them, different from the one that had carried her over, adjusted her straight on the sofa that her head and face were dangling just off of the seat cushion and her hind legs and rump laid flat against the back of it. It was an exposing position and Pinkie couldn’t help but feel more than a little aroused just by laying like that, whereas the three stallions proceeded to get even more excited by the perfect view of her nubile body, wet and ready maw, and perfect little teats that was afforded to them. “Well gents,” the one who suggested the idea spoke up, “In my experience it’s generally whoever comes up with the idea first gets first go, but I’m all for sharing and sharing alike.” “A true gentlecolt,” one of them responded, “I’m starting to get a little dry, so I think I’ll just go ahead and slide on in there.” He inched over so that he was standing directly in front of Pinkie and she was left staring directly down the front of his member, which just so happened to be perfectly aligned with her mouth. Pinkie smiled an upside-down smile and waited with anticipation for what would happen next. After all, she had never played this game before! The pink mare wasn’t left to anticipate for long either, as the stallion that had stepped in front of her reared up on his hind legs and placed both of his front legs firmly on the sofa on either side of Pinkie’s torso in order to give himself added support. Once in a comfortable position, he pushed his pelvis forward and slid his penis right into Pinkie Pie’s mouth. Pinkie found herself a little surprised by the maneuver and couldn’t help but place her hoof on his chest in some form of ineffective resistance. After he batted her hoof away with his own, the stallion wasted no time in getting started with face fucking her. He began slowly and eased himself into her at first, and pushed himself down to around halfway up his member, and whenever he pulled back he did not pull completely out of her mouth. After he finished getting his bearings, so to speak, he really started to lay into the bubblegum-colored mare, both by picking up speed and pushing deeper and deeper into her throat. Finally, after some minutes, he began to thrust his cock into her throat as deeply and as quickly as he could. Pinkie had been gagging at the start of it, but now she gagged for any breath of air that she could intake. He thrusted into her so hard and so quickly that Pinkie felt herself start to slide backwards into the back of the sofa, only to be pulled forward by one of the bystanding stallions and subsequently denied a breath of air. The lack of oxygen afforded to her combined with the increased buildup of saliva that formed around her plugged mouth prompted Pinkie to tear up and her eyes to begin to turn a shade of red. The stallion’s large horse nuts slammed against her face and nose with each and every thrust, and she found herself forced to smell the musk of them each time they made contact with her rather sensitive nose.She desired nothing more than to reach up and place her hoof on his underside, as if to indicate to him in some way that she wanted nothing more than to breathe normally. Yet, all she did was moan and close her eyes while she remained locked in a mental state of ecstasy. With each and eve-ry thrust that the powerful stallion took, she could feel herself start to get wetter and wetter and soon even found herself unable to resist the temptation to reach down and massage herself sensually. However, the stallions in control would not allow her this relief. They wanted to tease her and remind her just who was in control. “Uh-uh-uh,” the one who was currently inside of her mouth chided and swatted her hoof away, “You don’t get any relief yet sweetie.” He slowed his pace considerably and, after a few more short thrusts, finally retracted himself out of her. At long last, Pinkie Pie had been afforded the air which she so desperately craved, but her relief was sure to be shot as the second stallion’s turn was close at hand. The pink mare’s chest heaved full of air but three or four times before the comrade to the first stallion briskly stepped up and took his place. Without a moment’s hesitation, he too reared upon his hind legs and positioned himself into place so that his thick, erect member lay square with Pinkie Pie’s awaiting maw. Then, as swiftly as he had mounted the sofa, he pushed himself inside of Pinkie’s mouth. The mare had been gracious for the air that had been offered to her and was actually quite relieved at that, yet all the same her desires had grown to take more and more of a grasp over her and thus she did not even contemplate resistance but instead eagerly awaited him. More direct but less rough than his cohort, a connoisseur of the funner things in life, as it were, he set to work immediately on Pinkie’s mouth at a pace both comfortable and pleasurable for himself. His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and he penetrated her in a way that he did not go all the way down to his testicles but instead retracted back and thrusted himself forward again near the halfway point on his penis. Of course, Pinkie Pie also enjoyed it as well because it was every bit as pleasurable as be-fore and, thankfully, it allowed her to suck in small breaths of air each time he pulled back. She still had to fight every urge within to reach down and massage herself, not like the stallions that toyed with her would have allowed her to, but all the same she decided that she had to do some-thing, anything in an attempt to occupy her hooves. Ever the quick thinker, Pinkie Pie quickly spotted an opportunity that would not only keep her wandering hooves busy, but which would also contribute to the sensation as well as her own pleasure. The stallion continued to steadily and methodically pump away at her as before, unaware that he would soon be treated with a rather pleasant surprise. He quickly received that surprise when she reached up and placed both of her hooves firmly on the backside of his rump. She used her newfound leverage to firmly push his butt forward and thus force his member deeper into her throat, and also lightened up on her grip as a signal for him to pull backwards and allow her a little air; Without being too aggressive Pinkie Pie had suddenly taken control of the situation. Meanwhile, the stallion found it to be a nice little treat that he himself had never experienced before. There was just something extremely pleasing and gratifying about a mare’s soft hooves wrapped beneath his hind legs and pressed against his rump. Never before had he seen or engaged with a mare as eager as Pinkie Pie and it only served to prove to him that she was more than into the action; he was sure that such eagerness and dedication was befitting of a reward. Before he ever had the chance to bestow her reward upon her though, the gentlecolt realized that his turn was well over and the time had come to hand the reins over to his dear friend; After all, he was sure that there would be plenty opportunities for expressing his gratitude later on. Much to Pinkie Pie’s secret dismay and simultaneous eagerness, he dismounted from the couch and retracted his cock out of her mouth. “She’s all yours,” he commented to the third stallion, who stepped up to take his and the fi-nal turn. In a smug way, the two swatted each other’s tails when they passed, a high-five of sorts they had all three done with each other since they were colts. While the third stallion moved into position, Pinkie Pie found herself to be so aroused by the erotic action that her mouth hanged open and awaited the filling that it was most certainly due. The playful pink mare hadn’t even noticed it agape until the stallion had mounted up over her, but even then it remained in question whether or not she would have closed it. Perhaps it had been a result of the heat in the room, or perhaps it indicated some deeper, bi ological need or gift, but the stallion who had positioned himself up over her and stood moments away from thrusting his pulsating member into her appeared to have the largest scrotum of the trio; Maybe it was just the way he stood now as opposed to how he had sat then, but Pinkie could swear that she didn’t remember them being that big. They were so large, so swollen in fact, that when he thrust himself forward and all the way into Pinkie’s throat his nuts practically covered Pinkie’s entire face. It was an extremely erotic moment for the trio and for Pinkie Pie as well; A testament of their control and kinkiness for the two, and a symbol of his virility for the one. Like-wise, for Pinkie Pie, she herself was afforded an entirely new level of arousal by the whole degrad-ing affair. There was something incredibly sexy and demeaning about a stallion’s large testicles draped over her dainty face, and likewise the distinctive musk that emanated off of them as they covered her nostrils was enough to make her gag, but in a way that she herself thoroughly enjoyed. Truly, as the receiver, she felt thrilled to be in that position. The stallion who towered over her that time performed in a way that was a combination of his two comrades. He did not like to rut with all of his might like his one friend and likewise he did found the sensation of going as slow as possible to be rather boring. Instead, he alternated be-tween the speed of his two friends. Before he truly began to claim her maw as his own, he pulled back from her and allowed her the chance to breathe fresh air. After all, he was certain that she would need it. Pinkie gasped and moaned when he retracted himself out of her, and she savored every tiny hint of air that she could afford to her lungs. He only stood over her now, but even then she could still smell the musk and fell the ever so random hairs of his balls as though they still draped over and dominated her face, and she could still feel the outline of his thick cock lodged inside of her throat. Even as she breathed as much as she good, grateful that she had air, Pinkie still could not take her eyes off of his member. After some moments, the stallion decided that Pinkie had been given enough time to recu-perate and the time had come for him to actually have his turn. As he had planned before and had done so in the past with other mares, he swiftly laid into Pinkie with a steady thrust in his hips. At first he did not penetrate into her throat too deeply and he did not move with a speed to fast or too slow for himself or for Pinkie Pie; he used this to get a feel for her and used it as an opportunity to decide whether or not he wanted to be gentler or rougher with her. He, and the other two in some way, had pegged Pinkie Pie for the adventurous sort and it was then apparent that she enjoyed get-ting facefucked so it would only be natural if he continued to swap his pacing out but go excep-tionally deep inside of her. That was the option that he had chosen, and for Pinkie it could not have been a better one. Between the spontaneous movement of his hips and the total penetration into her mouth, the pink mare could feel herself inch closer and closer towards the brink of orgasm. Never before had she felt something so wonderful and erotic. She had enjoyed all three as they took their turns with her in some way, shape, or form but she could safely say the third was her favorite. Some part of her wondered if she would find herself playing favorites with the other two as well, provided their little erotic game kept up. The stallion adjusted his speed from steady to fast and then swiftly moved from fast to slow, and from there he repeated his rhythm all over again. Each time he thrust deeply and quickly into her, truly facefucked her, he could feel himself pushed closer and closer towards the brink of orgasm, and he time he only forced his member a short distance into her mouth at a slow pace he could both feel and savor the warm, wet sensation of her mouth as it covered his cock. Mean-while, Pinkie found herself so aroused and to be enjoying the sensation so much that when he pushed into her she would try her absolute hardest to push her lips further down his stallionhood. Finally, after some moments of differing speeds and depths into her throat, the stallion found himself to be close to the brink of orgasm. He had fucked a mare’s face before, but never before had he felt like he wanted to keep going, even when there was so much more ahead. Like-wise, Pinkie had to fight every urge within herself to reach down and massage her now soaked pussy even though she felt like that was hardly necessary as his melodic thrusting into her mouth felt as though it was about to drive her to the brink itself. Thankfully though, just as it felt as if he was going to release inside of her, the stallion yanked his hips backwards and pulled out of her; a tiny bit of pre-cum lingered on the end of his member that Pinkie Pie ever so happily licked off with one swift motion of her tongue in between the gasps for air that she took. The stallion closed his eyes and shuddered with a subtle delight when he felt her moist tongue pass over the top of his hole, and just before he dismounted he returned the favor to her when he reached down and offered one of her perky teats a firm, domineering squeeze which prompted a pleased gasp out of the mare. The juices that had leaked out of her formed a steady stream down the inside of her thigh and had pooled at the base of her upturned rump, which in turn left a tiny little stain that proved noticeable nonetheless. Pinkie Pie had to remind herself that once all of this was over she needed to clean up that stain, which she herself could feel then, lest it serve as a public reminder for what had been and what eventually would be one of the most memorable nights of her entire life.