Ground Force
Pinkie Pie skipped along the path that led up to the Canterlot High School Gardens. Ever since her little rendezvous with Sunset Shimmer, her mind had been on fire. She lamented the fact that she’d passed out before she could take things further. But then it had been something of a blessing given that anything more than oral would have resulted in Pinkie getting pregnant. This time though, she’d take it all the way, she’d do everything she could with Sunset, after taking the proper precautions of course. Condoms were out the question, there were none in the shops that could cover Sunset’s monster of a length. So Pinkie’s only other choice were various pills that rendered her unable to be with child. Thanks to Nurse Redheart and the school, Pinkie had been able to supply herself with more than enough for her planned slumber party. She’d even started taking them, to ensure that she could have the party as soon as physically possible. All she needed to finalise her plans, were a couple of ingredients for her cupcakes. While it was certainly unusual for things like herbs and spices to be added to cakes, they weren’t for Pinkie. She’d been praised time and time again for her creations, each one more incredible than the last.
Once at the gardens, Pinkie set aside her backpack and took out several sandwich bags. Not exactly the ideal transport for fragile plants, but they’d do given the short distance she had to travel home. She took the bags and began to rifle through the plants, snipping off bits and pieces with the help of some pruning scissors someone had left behind. She’d only filled the first bag before she noticed something sticking out of the soil in which the plants had taken root. Taking care not to disturb the plants too much, Pinkie put her hands into the dirt and began to feel about. Whatever the object was, it was long and slender. Smooth to the touch with built up engravings along the side, culminating in a long and flat disk at the tip. The base had two bulbs, each merged with the other to form a shape that was unusual to describe. Pinkie wrapped her fingers around it, cooing at how warm it felt to the touch. She pulled it out of the soil and held it up to the light, though she quickly tugged it close to her chest once she saw what it was. A move that would soon prove unfortunate in a matter of minutes. Pinkie however, couldn’t take her eyes of the little figurine she held in her hands. Now that it was out in the open, she’d seen this shape before. She’d felt it slip down her throat and fill her so full that she’d fallen out of consciousness. The figurine she clutched tightly in her fist was essentially a replica of Sunset’s shaft in all but size and colour. Like someone had made a miniature model out of plasticine and then become ashamed of it and cast it aside in the hopes it would stay buried.
Naturally Pinkie was both wrong and right in her assumptions. It was a miniature model of a horse phallus and it bore some similarities to the one that Sunset possessed. However, it hadn’t been created by a student at CHS or some potential online retailer, it was the product of a little Equestrian magic. While the students of CHS were completely in the dark about the magic seeping out of the portal to Equestria located in their destroyed school statue, they had witnessed its effects. From the short rampages of Gloriosa Daisy and Juniper Montage, to the memory erasing shenanigans of Wallflower Blush, things at Canterlot High had been full of magical incidents and this was no different. With Pinkie holding the figurine so close to her chest, the magic of her geode reacted with that of the figurine and both glowed brightly. She didn’t drop the figurine though, instead she stared at it open-mouthed. She could feel something stirring deep within her body, a warmth that differed from the usual warmth of friendship she felt. This was traveling through her body, lower and lower like a weight that had been dropped into her stomach. There was a slight pause before the feeling began to transform into something much more physical.
Pinkie gasped and crossed her legs as her crotch began to burn with a magical intensity. Curiosity couldn’t hold off for long as within a few minutes the party planner was lowering one hand to explore her nethers. It felt weird to be doing such a thing in a place where not only students could see her, but also the faculty as well. Though she couldn’t deny the thrill of being caught would certainly liven up her day a little. Her hand eventually caressed across the soft nub at the front of her panties. She gave it a testing pinch and almost screamed in delight at the sensations it provided. Then, as though spurred on by her touch, the nub began to swell and expand, tenting the front of her panties with ease. It was then that Pinkie understood what kind of transformation was taking place. As she groped and fondled the tent, resulting the creation of two orbs that hung just underneath her new shaft, she realised she was becoming like Sunset. While she wasn’t about to be in possession of the horse dick that Sunset had been gifted, Pinkie’s was certainly going to challenge it. The mass of pink meat curved and twisted inside of the prison of those panties, causing Pinkie some discomfort. The party planner soon put a stop to that as she slipped her hand to her left side and pulled her panties open. Her new phallus immediately showed its satisfaction by flopping out into the open. Nine inches of thick, pink, flesh spilled out into the open, chilling Pinkie to her very bone. The air outside was by no means cold but the chill of wind was exciting to Pinkie.
For the first time in her life, Pinkie was experiencing things from the other side. This was what males felt probably pretty often. Maybe when they woke up or had to enter a cold bathroom after a morning shower. She loved it all the same and she appreciated it even more when she saw that her new dick wasn’t done growing. The tube of flesh swelled outward, pushing back against Pinkie’s fingers as she tried to wrap them around it. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, but she could believe how much she was loving it. Her body was on fire internally, she was burning up, building up to a peak usually reserved for orgasm. Of course, she was being denied the final push by the fact that her body was still being developed and changed for her newest addition. A curse to be sure, but it only ever saw fit to heighten her arousal until she stopped thinking about it. Back down below her fingers had long since lost control of her shaft, no longer able to create a closed fist. Pinkie drafted in her other hand for help, but it was too little too late. Pinkie’s shaft had no reached the lofty heights of a ‘monster’. There would be few capable of taking such a thing without plenty of preparation and training. Pinkie didn’t care though, she was just delighted to see her shaft taking shape, and what a shape it was. With the slightest curve upwards at the halfway mark, around eight or nine inches, her shaft stood tall. The deep mix of purple and pink for her thick, mushroom-shaped stood out like a sore thumb. Pinkie bounced her hips and her grotesque monster of a shaft bobbed in response, threatening to pull her over if she let it.
She hadn’t given a lot of thought to her balls in light of the marvelous pole of meat before her. Now that her shaft had stopped growing though, or at least had appeared to, Pinkie took a moment to fondle her swollen sac. What she found took even more of her breath away. Her legs had long since gone numb with the feeling of warmth that the two fleshy orbs had emitted. But as she wrapped her fingers around them, she found her balls to be bigger than even Sunset’s. The way they flowed over her fingers like great balls of water, it was incredible. For a whole two minutes, Pinkie stood there, arms either side of her veiny, throbbing meat, and just fondled her balls like a cat testing a place to rest. Each time she felt herself preparing to moan or groan, she stifled it, building up her arousal even further. Her balls felt so full, so hot, yearning for their moment of release. Pinkie wanted it too. Her mind was going into overload as the synapses buzzed with lust, her every thought turning to having her moment of glory. But here? In the gardens? Class would be over soon and there’d be an influx of students headed this way. But then if she didn’t take care of it, she’d be forced to expose herself to everyone as she made her way home. Pinkie shivered, now there was an idea. To show off this beast of a cock to everyone who passed her by. To spread the delight and happiness that she was experiencing and drum up the same feelings of lechery as her. Though that would spoil the surprise of surprising her friends with it, as word would no doubt travel through the school faster than she could.
Pinkie gave her balls a squeeze of affirmation as she resolved to finish things there and then. As she raised her hands to focus them on her shaft, she felt there was one thing that she, as a baker, had to do. A taste test was in order. Hefting her shaft back to her lips, the slight curve affording her to ability to make it meet her lips. The head was a meal on its own, the heat combined with its intoxicating sweet aroma, made her feel fuller already. Her mind offered up short flashbacks to that one night with Sunset and the way she had felt whilst sucking her off. This was different though. This was entirely a creation of Pinkie’s, it was her own taste and scent. With an ounce of trepidation, Pinkie pressed her pulsing head against her lips, sucking air back into her mouth. Instinctively, she brought her head forward to softly kiss the tip, her lips moistening as a soft glob of pre-cum ejected itself. Sucking in again, Pinkie’s tongue got a taste of just how sweet she was. There was none of the bitterness that Sunset had offered, instead it was like gobbling a thousand different sweets in one go. Such an incredible amount of flavour for something that was no bigger than her pinky toe. Her tongue poked through her lips and tasted more of that sweet nectar as it smothered across her lips and cock head. Each lap of her tongue send waves of delight rushing through Pinkie’s body.
She bent her knees to contend with the rising levels of pleasure inside her. Her brain continued to be overwhelmed with pleasured responses. It offered her the barest of information from the outside world. The tweet of a bird here and there, the ringing of the school bell far behind her. That put a bit of a time sensitivity to her fun. That bell meant that classes would be breaking up and letting the students make their way to the next class. There was no certainty that someone would enter the gardens, but the thought of such a thing spurred Pinkie onwards. Her tongue retreated into her mouth and she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Her jaw began to ache within seconds but she did her best to avoid it as she sunk her mouth over her cockhead. She groaned lustily into the engorged head as pre forcefully ejected itself against the back of her throat. Her balls churned against her legs continuing to send jolts of pre shooting up her shaft as it prepared to unload the big guns. Pinkie, while she appreciated the taste and texture of her pre seed, her mouth was nowhere near big enough to cope with the volume. She drooled constantly as her mouth failed to contain her excess. Shiny rivulets of sweet liquid spread out from from her mouth in spindly streams as she gagged and choked. Still she didn’t stop, she could hear voices in the distance. Voices that were growing louder with each passing second.
She was going to be found out. Friends of her friends were going to enter the gardens and see her in this state. They were going to talk amongst themselves, call Pinkie a slut and a freak. There’d be others that’d be turned on at the sight and others that would dare not admit it. Pinkie loved it. Her mind raced with the possibilities, her tremendous cock shuddering with joy. An incredible wad of pre blasting down her throat, bulging it out rather obscenely. Her arousal had hit its peak, there was no more time to bask in her size and thoughts. A flood was on its way nobody, not even those on approach to the gardens were going to stop Pinkie from unleashing it. Her balls pulled tightly against her body, and she tensed herself. He throat drained a little, enough to breathe and prepare for the multiple wads of cum that were bulging their way up her enormous length. Her fingers rubbed over the bulges as they leapt upwards under her flesh, bouncing higher in a matter of seconds, before disappearing into her cocktip. Pinkie forced her tongue out underneath the purple head of her shaft, before it exploded into her. All at once, her mouth was filled the brim with vast ropes of seed bursting out the sides of her mouth. Before the second wad could be fired, Pinkie pulled her cock free of her mouth. Her precious fluids poured from her mouth as she struggled to gulp it all down.
She could hear those voices clearer now, they were commenting on an unusual smell coming from the gardens. Pinkie had no doubts that they were discussing the scent of her musky cock and its potent fluids. They were so close to finding her now, to seeing just how bad she had become. The mere thought of that alone send the second load barreling out the end of her cock, splattering against her face. Pinkie squealed in delight as she frosted her own face. The cum was so heavy, that it was like placing several face masks on top of one another. Another squeal became nothing more than a gurgling, burbling, bubble-blowing, sound as she blew cum onto the plants before her. She felt several extra bulges snaking their way up her cock, but she couldn’t let them explode on her face. She’s suffocate, though as far as Pinkie cared it’d be a delightful way to go. As the third blast prepared for release, Pinkie aimed her shaft away from her head. She pointed it at any and all plants in the direct vicinity. Then, she released blast after blast of seed against the bushes, trees, plants, anything and everything that her powerful shower could reach. The scent of her bodily fluids permeated everything, marking them as her own. When those voices finally caught up, they’d be disgusted and no doubt sickened by the scent, but it’d stick with them. It’d permeate their clothes and their skin, and when Pinkie crossed with them in the halls, she’d get aroused at her own scent on them.
After the final volleys of cum died down, Pinkie sank to her knees. As her cock softened slowly, slamming into the grass, she happened upon the artefact that had started all this. She snapped it up in her fingers and held it up to her face. She wasn’t going to let this out of her sight, in fact, she knew a few friends of hers that’d possibly enjoy it. She smirked and dropped it into her cum-soaked backpack. Then, as her cock shrank back to ten inches long, a whole inch longer than it had started at, she got to her feet. She dashed into the deeper parts of the gardens and took the longer way around. The scent of her fun lingering with her, a smile growing wider on her face with each passing second. She burst out laughing when she heard the screeching disgust of her fellow students as they happened upon the mess she’d left behind. Oh yes, her next slumber party was going to be one that people would remember for quite a long time…