Overwhelming Sweetness
Here I am, walking towards that tall, stupid-looking bakery that sits proudly among the houses of wood and hay, donning its lopsided design and gingerbread-like exterior. With my hands in my pockets and a small smile on my face, I couldn't be more happy to see it.
The moon shines brightly tonight, the same as it did many months back. Its beautiful radiance guides my path through Ponyville way better than the streetlamps ever could. I never did find out whether Luna could look down upon the world through it, but really, I don't care anymore. That's not important, especially not tonight.
I'm not entirely sure what Pinkie has planned, but she constantly emphasized that it was 'something special'. When it comes to her, that means a menagerie of things, both possibly good and possibly bad. Nothing is too outlandish for her, whether it was a surprise party with literally just her and I, tickets to an up-coming event, or a random gift like a triple-decker cheesecake and some comics. It's always a surprise with Pinkie, and that's half of the fun.
Ever since I attended that party she threw me in the center of town under the massive circus tent, we've been getting closer. That's not to say Twilight and the others aren't great ponies either, but there's just something about Pinkie that drew me to her after that day. I was mostly by myself in Equestria, only occasionally associating myself with the townsfolk when I needed something, or when the six mares of importance would pay me a visit after I'd seclude myself in my tiny hay-roofed home. Now, I finally made a friend that I talk to every day and will listen to me constantly blab on about random shit. But the same goes for her. Sometimes, she'll just go on and on about stuff that I really could care less about, but just listening to her speak, with that sugary-sweet high-pitched voice of hers... I just can't get enough of it.
Now that I really think about it, I probably developed my habit of vocalizing random tangents because of her. This is the most I've used my voice in my entire life, and my vocal cords surely felt it in the beginning. To think it's been nearly a year since then... huh, time really does fly.
It was all time well-spent, I would say. Because of her, I learned how to bake more things than I can count. I've become increasingly sociable, and I got rid of that inane babbling when someone I don't know suddenly talks to me, and that's possibly the best effect hanging with Pinkie has had.
But if we're talking down-sides, I can certainly name one... I've gained a little bit of weight. It shouldn't come as a surprise that a pastry-making pony who's eager to have me taste-test literally everything she makes would cause some pounds to stick. Daily exercise has become apart of my life in order to combat losing my fairly-healthy self, but I don't really mind, especially since Pinkie and I do it together most of the time. It's another thing to do with her that makes me happy.
... Happiness. It sure is hard to find, but with her, it rains down like a storm, most notably when I'm struck by the seemingly-random intimacy she's been displaying recently. Random hugs, random kisses on the cheek and the lips, and the forehead, and the chin, and, well, everywhere on my face. It sends shivers of warmth throughout my body. There have even been times where she just hugged me and wouldn't let go. I'd actually get too tired from standing up for so long, I'd find a seat or just sit on the ground, cuddling with her for unknown lengths of time. The closeness we have now is truly something I treasure, and I feel that as time moves on, we'll become even closer--
BAHK!
"Ghck!" Shit, ah, fuck, my nose! "Mrh..."
I bring my hand to soothe my stinging sniffer, having just bashed face-first into Sugarcube Corner's front door due to my day-dreaming idiocy. As I comfort my hurting face, I notice on the tip of my nose there's some sort of glitter on it... and icing maybe. It's definitely something sugary, and it smells rather nice, almost good enough to take the pain away.
I then see a note hung onto the door, exactly where my face hit. It is indeed written in cake icing and glitter, but now it's a bit smudged. Still, it's legible, written in sloppy English that reads,
"Anon, if you are reading this, it is super important that you go upstairs! Like, super-duper incredi-luper important! Do NOT go anywhere else that is not upstairs! Only upstairs! If you can understand what I am writing, you will walk into the store and immediately take the staircase! Then go to my room and only my room! No other rooms! The door on the left! No, wait, the second door on the left! The first one is a bathroom!
Looks like she ran out of space. Honestly, this is insanely impressive. Not the fact that she crammed this much writing using icing and glitter into a sheet of standard notebook paper, but Pinkie's written English skills are phenomenal now, where I'm still having trouble reading Ponish. I only remember teaching Twilight English letters and their phonetics, so Pinkie must have gone out of her way to study with her while I wasn't around. This is beyond outstanding. She's truly a mare after my own heart.
Right, well, no more screwing around. Time to go see what this surprise is all about. If it's anything like before, it'll be another crate of cider she secretly smuggled from AJ's stash just for me. Just the thought of all of that cider... mm, my mouth is salivating just envisaging the taste.
I take the note from the door and fold it up so the glitter and icing doesn't get everywhere. I click the handle and push the door to the shop open, greeted by darkness and an empty establishment. I step in and gently close the door behind me, taking a minute to let my eyes get accustomed to the darkness. I usually come into Sugarcube Corner before and after closing hours, so seeing no one to greet me here isn't anything new.
She made it abundantly clear that I should take the stairs, so the stairs I will take. I march forward to their base and place my foot on the first step, listening for any sounds from any other part of the shop, which there are none. So, I continue my way up the stairs, gliding my hand along the railing as I do.
Once I reach the top, I scan the hallway for Pinkie's door, seeing it completely closed without any signs of activity from the other side. What makes today a bit offbeat from other times I've crawled into Sugarcube Corner at night is that, at the very least, one or two lights are on upstairs. Either everyone's asleep, or no one is actually here. I do remember Pinkie telling me that Mister and Misses Cake aren't going to be at the shop for a few days, so maybe that explains the voidness. But that doesn't explain the ominous darkness coming from Pinkie's closed door. She usually leaves the lights on if she's inviting me over for something.
While all of this is highly unusual, I don't let it stop me. I march forward to her room door, taking my left index knuckle to knock delicately.
Ah, there we go. Now there's some sound. I can hear her fidgeting from the other side, probably doing some configuration before bestowing upon me this 'surprise.' Not long after my knock, the door opens in, revealing Pinkie Pie standing there with...
My brows furrow incredulously.
... with lingerie. She's actually wearing lingerie, accompanied by a room that's dimly lit with scented candles which whiff the smell of cotton candy into my nostrils. Now, none of this is inherently the problem, but...
"Heeey, Anon~" she coos invitingly.
"... Hey, Pinkie," I reply as nonchalantly as I possibly can.
"I see you got my letter~"
"Yeah, uh... you told me where it was going to be. You wrote this like if I didn't already know where your room was."
"Precautions," she snidely replies with a lubricious grin. "Like what you see?~" she asks seductively as she sways her flank.
"... I, uh..." The lingerie she wears is fitting for her pink color, donning a white and cobalt color scheme, but... it has endless bells and whistles on it. Humorously-sized bow-ties, silly string hanging off the seams, two little jingling bells tied to her hips, and confetti LITERALLY glued onto the blouse. "Yeah."
"Don't be a stranger, come on in~" she steps to the side to offer entrance.
With a quivering, puckered mouth, I step into her room and do my best not to laugh at her insanely outlandish sleep-wear, if you can even call it that. The only semblance of lingerie present in her get-up is the stockings on her hindlegs that attach to a garter-belt, but even then, her apparel could pass off as an actor's costume for some sexually satirical play.
I close the door after I step in and look at the little smiling pony. "S-So, uuh," I stammer as I disseminate my urge to guffaw, "is that lingerie you're wearing?"
"It sure is!" she suddenly beams, completely dropping the mistress attitude she had a moment ago. "Rarity said it was a good idea, and knowing Rarity, she couldn't be wrong!"
"O-Oh yeah, definitely," I nod as I place the note I was holding on top of a drawer. "She, uh... she couldn't be wrong, even if she tried. ... So... what's the surprise you wanted to show me?" Pinkie's brows furrow, immediately causing me to regret what I just said. "... W-What?"
"So Rarity WAS wrong!"
"... How so?"
"She said, and I quote, 'OoO, daAaArling, he'll get the memo when he feasts his eyes upon you. Not a word will need to be spoken!'"
"What does any of that even mean?"
Pinkie sighs and looks down at my feet, "I honestly don't know. I tried asking her for advice on how to be romantic, but I don't get it either."
"... Romantic? ... You-- ro-- eeh--" I immediately halt my incomprehensible stammers, only now coming into a thousand-pound realization. I quickly shift my eyes to my surroundings, finally internalizing the situation I'm present in. Candles, lingerie, a purposefully unmade bed. ... Well all of this certainly flew over my head, and I blame Pinkie's sleepwear.
"Yu-huh. It's what Rarity said I should do."
My face contorts dubiously, and a horrid pink color eclipses the entirety of my face. "Y-Yeah? Interesting, uh... Pinkie, could you maybe... start from the beginning?"
"Well," she rubs her foreleg, "it started a few days ago. Rarity came in for an order she made, and we started talking... about... things and stuffs."
"That so? What'd you two talk about, if I might pry?"
She turns her gaze away with a wry smile. "'We just talked about our day and our short-term goals. Y'know? Rarity stuffs. But when she asked about you and how you were doing, it was like a tiny itsy-bitsy snowball rolling down a ginormous mountain. I told her that I really, really like you, and I wasn't sure what to do, so she gave me some really good advice. I tried to follow it and take all the steps she told me to, but I guess I made a mistake somewhere. She made it sound so easy! I was hoping that this could be the biggest surprise I could give you, but... I guess it was easier said than done, ehehe" she chuckles wryly as she taps her chest, causing some of the confetti to fall off.
The expression on my face autonomously churns into a gleaming star-stricken surprise as I take in her words. She... likes me. She really, really likes me. I mean, no shit, right? I knew that she liked me, or there would be absolutely no chance in hell she would try kissing me or cuddling me, but... we're not even dating. At least, I don't think we are. I haven't come to know every pony social norm there is to know during my time in Equestria, but...
"You... really, really like me?" is all I manage to ask despite clearly knowing the fucking answer.
She nods again with her cheeks tinting slightly with blush.
"I..." I accidentally cut myself off as my voice catches in my throat. I clear the frog from inside and put up a wobbling smile, "I really, really like you too, Pinkie. That's all you needed to say. I know Rarity meant well when she gave you this advice, but... this definitely doesn't seem like your style."
"I know it isn't, but I really wanted to try to do something romantic! ... I'm no good at it, and even with Rarity's advice, I still messed it up."
"How can you say you're not good at being romantic? Aren't you, like, super good with other people? No, I take that back, you ARE super good with other people. Folks like you just as much as they like getting drunk on Applejack cider."
"Hooh, Nonny, that's the thing. I'm great at making friends. Friends! Romance is more Rarity's thing."
"What about all of those hugs and kisses you've given me? Those were packed with romance!"
She doesn't immediately reply to me, only keeping her melancholic eyes rested at my shoes. As I gaze down at her, seeing the despondency growing in her face, I can't help but smile. True to her nature, she is quick to catch my smile, and a small smile of her own forms on her lips. "That's really nice of you to say, Nonny."
"I only say it because its true."
"So each time you say you want to stop taste-testing for me because you weigh ten-thousand pounds, that's also true?"
I let out an audible laugh, basking in the adorable sarcastic banter she rarely replies with.
"Well, at least I'm making you laugh."
"More than just that, I'm... actually really charmed right now. Everything you've done... heh, well if it isn't obvious," I point at my face, and based on the fire I feel upon it, I am blushing horribly.
"But you blush at a lot of stuff I do!"
My heart skips a bit, finding something very revealing and terribly embarrassing about her noting that aloud, yet perfect to drive my point home. "Exactly. If that doesn't make it obvious already, I'm... really fond of you. I enjoy pretty much everything about you. Even now, this little get-up you made is perfectly you. All of the effort you put behind this is... uh... a little embarrassing. But I couldn't love it more. Everything you've ever done for me is amazing. You're an amazing pony, Pinkie."
Clearly painted happiness forms on her expression, despite her smile on being as wide as it normally is. But that joy is mixed with curiosity, apparent when she tilts her head. "Then why do you have that weird look on your face? Is something still bothering you? ... Is it the candles?" she assumes acutely.
Her perception on the nicheness of my facial expressions is a little frightening, as there was something still throwing me off about the situation and her presentation. Not sure how she noticed it through my fairly genuine smile. "Not that. It was that lingerie you were wearing. It's... um... I don't think it's exactly what Rarity was trying to get across. But the idea is there! The way you blinked at me and your tone of voice when you answered the door? I gotta admit, it was pretty good. Not even pretty good, it was... heh, it was really good," I scratch the back of my head as my smile widens, feeling my cheeks warming up just from reminiscing about it.
"But... what's wrong with the lingerie? I put it together myself following Rarity's instructions. 'An alluring design with a pleasant and complimenting palette.'"
"The point of wearing stuff like that to impress your partner is to keep it simple, sleek, and form-fitting. Darker colors that shine or have a soft texture to them are preferable."
"... OoOooh," she vocalizes her understanding as she turns her head to look back at her brightly-colored frilly garments that lie depressed on the ground. "What's that word she said? It was kinda dirty."
"Sexy?"
"That's the one!"
"Heh, yeah. Exactly. The idea was that it's 'sexy.' Not that what you're wearing isn't sexy in its own right, but, well... wearing something like that during... uh... 'intimate moments,' might be difficult to deal with."
As I finish my statement, she literally rips the entire get-up she was wearing right off as if it was one entire piece and she throws it randomly behind her, leaving only her bare self.
"... But..." I lift an erect finger, which quickly bends when the garbs pathetically decompress on the ground and lie flat, "... you put effort into that."
"Was there anything else I can improve on, Nonny?" she genuinely asks, ignoring her creation.
"Uuh, well... on the contrary, actually. Something I want to give you ten points on is the dim lighting," I say as I scan the room. "Though cotton-candy scented candles might be a little wayside when it comes to this, I personally think they still work. Sets the mood pretty well."
"At least I got that right. Huh, it sounds like you're really good at this stuff, Nonny."
"I picked up a thing or two from the stuff I read."
"So... I didn't completely mess this up?"
"Not at all. You are definitely a wondrous romantic."
"You really think so?"
"I really, really do. You didn't need to go through all of this just to impress me, I already adore you, Pinkie."
"Hehe~" she giggles and closes her eyes, marveling happily at my words. "It makes me happy that you've been around with me so long. ... I remember how sad you used to be, and how much you didn't like leaving your home. On that night, when I asked you to dance at the big party I threw you, you showed so much courage. Even though you didn't know how to dance, and even though you were embarrassed, you danced with me anyway. Ever since that day, you've changed from a sad, frowny man into a big happy smiling man... and that makes me a big happy smiling pony. I adore you too, Nonny."
My chest quavers at the pouring of her heart. My eyes... damn it, my eyes. I'm not going to tear up. I'm gonna smile. I'm gonna smile just like she is right now, and keep on smiling as long as I'm with her.
"... Can we be romantic together now, Nonny?" she asks as she takes one step towards my silent self.
The smile on my face unwillingly grows wider at her request. I thought she'd never ask. I knew this entire setup was leading up to this, but to finally hear her say it lights up my world like nothing else. It's time to finally show her how much I love her. It doesn't matter what others might think, and I could care less if she isn't a human, especially since she doesn't care that I am. She's my little pink party pony, and I'll do my best to repay the happiness she showed me ten-fold. We'll consult our betters about a structured and plausible future when and if the time comes. Right now, it's all about her.
"We sure can," I say as I approach Pinkie, getting down onto my knees to level my eyes with hers, and she sits down in front of me, gazing at me with her curious cyan orbs. I reach my hand and cup her cheek with it, using my thumb to gently caress the side of her head. She's quick to lean into the affection, letting her eyes close slightly while she snuggles her cheek into my palm.
After leaning in and giving her a kiss on the tip of her muzzle, I bring my hands down to her waist and bring her closer to me, leaving but an inch between her muzzle and my nose. I gently run my nails up and down her sides, feeling every groove on her body formed by both firm muscle and a bit of pudginess from her calorie-filled diet. She's so soft and squishy, she almost feels like a plaything rather than a living being. She squirms slightly with the motions of my hands as they travel up and down. Her relaxed, half-lidded eyes look into mine... then to the center of my face.
Suddenly, Pinkie giggles and leans in to lick the tip of my nose, flavoring the content she took into her mouth. "You have strawberry cake icing on your face~"
"Heh, yeah. Don't worry about that."
I lock my eyes into hers in the dimness of the candle-lit night. God, they're beautiful. I can almost see myself in them because of how marvelously reflective they are. The more I hold her and caress her, the more my heart flutters in desire. It's been a long time since I've felt anything like the tide that currently encapsulates my entire being, the giddiness built by a child-like love and vehemence that rarely ever comes.
Without further restraint, I lean forward and press my lips against hers. She's quick to oblige, leaning into the kiss as well. With this gesture of approval, I tilt my head and lock our mouths. Her muzzle's soft, fuzzy coat tickles the corners of my lips, only adding to the sensation of our exchange.
It takes only seconds of this deep intimacy to reveal that she is correct about her own stance on romance. If it isn't a quick peck on the cheek or the lips, she has no idea how to kiss. Even then, she's obviously trying, and since she's allowing me to take the lead, this is a lot lovelier than I anticipated. Her lips are warm and incredibly soft, they're indescribable, they're unlike anything I've ever felt before, and it's beautiful.
I feel her gently exhaling onto my face through her nose, slowly increasing in pace as our passion continues. The aroma of her breath, to no surprise, is sweet-smelling and inviting. Unless this is a natural scent that comes from her, she must have eaten a cupcake or something before this, and I'll soon find out.
I subtly request access into her mouth with my tongue, slipping it in between her lips to lick the front of her prim teeth that are somehow so perfectly lined and white, they'd leave dentists reeling. She answers my beckon, opening her mouth a bit wider to allow unobstructed access into her mouth. Indeed, there's a distinct flavor of strawberry icing as I explore her mouth. It doesn't taste diluted by her saliva either, it tastes prominent and fully flavorful. This taste accompanied by the smell of the cotton-candy candles, it's an overwhelming sweetness that I am becoming fully entranced by.
Not long after my free-form exploration of her mouth, my tongue is met by hers, where the ends of our tongues gently tap each other as if they were performing a greeting. Once they become comfortable with one another, they hug and wrestle in the slickness of Pinkie's saliva. Her small but long tongue glides and wraps around my larger, more triangular self, describing a tale of a swift and sleek dancer taming a grand beast.
Pinkie begins to moan into my mouth and her breaths become more paced. Her entire body under my hold is becoming hotter and smoother, her coat soon glistens under the dim light. Her temperature and stimulation begins to rise enough to make her body glisten with traces of building sweat, and in light of how plump she is, she's bound to perspirate more than the average pony. My hands now glide up and down her sides with more fluidity, effortlessly trailing over her filled and beautiful pink body.
Soon, we break our passionate kiss, leaving a strand of gleaming saliva that connects us for a moment longer. A tiny bit of drool trickles down from the left corner of her lip, accompanying her glistening cyan orbs that gaze with desire into mine. Her mouth is slightly hung, and her breaths continue to come in rhythmic exhales. Her expression is that of want and desire, but her face isn't the only telling factor.
I can smell her. A very pudgy, aromatic scent that combats the cotton-candy candles over dominance of my olfactory. I glance down to her underbelly, seeing a few drips of perfectly clear, glinting liquid produced by her building heat gathered on the wooden floor under us. The smell of her arousal does quick work to activate my primal instincts.
Pinkie follows where my eyes go, looking down at her own libidinous self. Her eyes then shift to stare at my zipper, seeing my incensed bulge pressing viciously against its containment.
Her attention returns to my face, and a wide, lubricious smile takes her front. I take her hint without question. I wrap my hands around her flank and press her against me, lifting her off the ground as I rise to my feet. I don't care if her love-lubricant is staining my shirt, all I care about is marching with her towards her bed. Once I stand at its side, I rest Pinkie down on the edge with only her tail and hindlegs floating off. I press my groin against hers to keep her in place, using both hands to undo my buckle and pull down my zipper. Her slowly blinking eyes watch intently as I pull my pants down enough to free my underwear. I feel her puffy tail wrap around my left leg in anxiousness, the smile on her lips curls more and more as I reach to pull down my garment.
With a flinging pop, my manhood rises from its containment and exposes its erect self with a glimmer of pre-cum already dripping from the tip. I won't lie to myself, I'm heavily pent-up right now. Spending so much time with Pinkie has exhausted me enough not to bother reveling myself when I'm alone at home, so being able to finally sate myself, and with her no-less... I can hardly keep myself composed right now.
I take my hands to her hips and hold her luscious body firmly, quickly shifting my eyes to hers to see if she's to say anything before our physical love commences. Surprisingly, the usually-talkative mare opts for unspeaking. With a twinkle in her eyes, she bites her lower lip and nods quickly, signaling my approval to approach.
I look back down to my pulsating member, starved for attention, and rear my hips to aim myself towards her nether. I then fixate my gaze on Pinkie's glistening marehood, witnessing it tease me with a wry wink before it puckers tightly and denies me entry. No matter, prying my way in is just fine with me. In fact, it's better.
I move my hips forward, pressing the tip of my cock against her tight labia. She is quick to react to the contact, emitting a quiet but audible 'nh' from a closed mouth. Her vaginal lips slowly pry apart upon adding pressure to the easy thrust, but not enough to take me in yet. I briefly take a moment to enjoy the puffy, fleshy texture of her labia that kisses my tip, further admiring its dark pink color several tones darker than that of her coat.
Pinkie's hindlegs wrap around my back unannounced, holding me in place with enough strength to prevent me from backing up. I lift my eyes to hers again and immediately understand what she wants. Her gentle panting and hungry eyes vocalize her burning desire to be tended to. As much as I enjoy the foreplay, it looks like it's time to abide by my lover's want. I give her a grin, replied to by a huffing, breathy smile of her own. I then look down to our impending connection, gripping her hips more firmly to keep her small body in place.
I buck my hips forward to slide myself into her, effortlessly prying her labia apart with the help of her copious, pungent lubricant.
Khshlick~
"Hahah~" Pinkie moans without restraint. Well, at least I think it was a moan. It sounded along the lines of mixing a laugh and a moan together to get the noise she released.
I manage to fill her with half of my length before I halt myself, letting nothing but the sensation of slipping inside of her send a shiver up the entire length of my spine. She's so hot and wet, combined with how firm and strong the muscles in her inner-walls are. I can feel them gripping my shaft in protest to its entry, failing to do so by the liquid love that guides my entry.
Pinkie's hindlegs hug me with more assertiveness now. Half of me isn't what she wanted, she wanted all of me. So, all of me is what I will give her. I lean forward a bit to loom my upper-body over her, leaving my eyes at level with her chest. Then, I push forward, sliding the rest of my length into her until I hilt.
"Hnh, nh~" the smile on her face becomes briefly lopsided from the rush of pleasure. Before she has time to recover from the initial bliss, I slide out a few inches and thrust again, pounding our crotches together with an audible clap, making her huff into the air again, "Hmf-nh!~"
I begin my pace, sliding out slowly, but back into her with enough returning force to gently rock her body. Her bouncy mane jiggles comically as her body moves to our motions, and she emits that same uncanny mixture of giggles and moans after each hilting, but I love them. They're very much unique to a pony like her and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Steadily, I fill her small body with my length again and again, enjoying the reactions she displays with each insertion. Like most mares in Equestria, the compact size of her frame leaves little room in her love-tunnel, and while I was never the largest man around, our size-difference is definitely apparent here. I can even see a slight bulge form at the base of her belly when I topfull myself into her. Her body is a warm, slick sleeve to my shaft that I want to furiously pound, but for the sake of romance, I'll keep myself together tonight.
After a comfortable amount of slow thrusts, I up the rate. Our groins begin to clap together at a rhythm, accompanied by Pinkie's pleasured emissions coming at the same rate. My fingers gently dig into her sides, just above where her cutie marks lie. The slushing of her love-juices resonates in the air, each thrust is a wet, luscious clap of flesh that rings lust into the both of us.
My pace continues without falter, sliding my weapon out enough to keep the tip in and ride back into her. Her moans are slowly becoming unstable. I don't know when it happened, but as I check up to gaze at her face again, her smile has faded completely, now replaced by a lazily hung mouth that salivates from the left corner. Her eyes seem to be looking into mine, but I'm thinking she's looking through me rather than directly at me. I take this time to adore her warm, blushing, moaning front that further fuels my primitive desires.
Faster and faster, I pump into her with increased force and speed. I actively keep my grip on her hips firm to prevent her from sliding up and down the bed-sheets, where she does her part by keeping her legs locked around my back. The hot, lusty mess that is our connection continues to ruin the wooden floor and the bedsheets as her lust builds further and further. Her eyes are no longer looking at my general direction, they are slowly rolling upwards. I take this as my cue to pump harder, pounding down on her until she reaches her limit.
"Ghk--" she quietly emits before I feel her inner-walls tense up around my cock. Her hindlegs twitch as they remain locked around me, briefly losing strength as her chest puffs up from the pleasure. I don't stop my pace, I press against her flexing muscles as she soars into her first climax, and her liquid heat squirts from our connection.
Soon after her rise into bliss, her hindlegs reassert their power, now aiding me in my thrusts to clap into her with enough force to make the bed complain. I've traded speed for power, each thrust is a burst rather than a slide.
As I keep going, her reactions are more unstable and difficult to gauge. At this point, she has probably hit more than one climax, and her expression does well to illustrate how high she currently is, diving among pink-glittered clouds of bliss and ecstasy. Her moans of pleasure are starting to drive me insane, wobbly emitted in her high-pitched tone, "Gyuh-Uh... gyuh-uh... gyuh-uh~" I listen to them, focus on them, how they cut off at each pounding to follow the pace of my movements.
My dick is getting so damn hot. Her insides are a fleshy furnace that hugs my rod with its unrelenting warmth. I can't hold it much longer, the slight tingle that has been building in my shaft is getting more fierce at every thrust.
I groan quietly and lean forward further, resting at eye level above Pinkie. Her lust-glossed eyes whirl in their sockets until they lazily fixate themselves to mine. The smile that had faded returns half-heartedly, it's very obvious she's trying her best to ground herself against the pleasure.
"I'm--" I stop myself to huff a breath against the overbearing tingle in my manhood, "-- I'm getting close."
Without a verbal reply, Pinkie's hindlegs lock firmly and she raises her forelegs to wrap them around my sides and pull me down into a hug. I loom above her completely, with the side of her face pressed against my chest, solidifying us together as one.
The tingle builds to an unbearable state, my top is about to pop. There's no stopping it now, my cock is hardening with furious pressure that will soon release.
"Pinkie..." I grunt, attempting to inform her of my climax. She only tightens the hug. Whether or not there will be consequences to this, she wants it. She wants it now, so, I'll give it to her.
Our connection claps again, and again, and again, until my cap finally blows. In a tide of body-weakening euphoria, I release myself inside of her, jetting my seed into her deepest reaches. I buck my hips at every gush, my legs nearly give away from the sheer power of the sensation that envelops my mind, and her trembling hindlegs soon lose the strength to keep me pinned against her.
After emptying myself into her, I let out a sigh of relief. Pinkie's erratic breathing continues for a while longer, much slower than mine to recover to an easy and stable state. I soon become too lazy to keep myself standing at the side of the bed, so I take it upon myself to rest us more comfortably. After my shaft has softened inside of her, I slip it out and lean down to give her a kiss on the muzzle. I then take her into my arms, just as I did before, and walk on my knees across the bed. She's practically putty in my hold, allowing herself to be moved and manipulated at my will.
I rest her down with her head on a pillow, then I let myself plop down next to her. In the dimness of the candle-lit darkness, we gaze at each other with very little to say but much to feel.
It isn't until I finally break the silence, speaking barely louder than a whisper. "What'cha thinking about?"
Her eyes briefly shift away as she smiles again, shuffling in place to rest herself more comfortably against me. "... You."
"Heh... I'm thinking about you too. About how cute and amazing you are. About how great you make me feel. ... And weirdly, how quiet you were when we were going at it."
Pinkie's smile doesn't waver, but she doesn't immediately reply. "... I may have had just a little stage fright."
I chuckle heartily and repeat after her, "Stage fright? You?" She nods to my inquiry. "The one and only Pinkamena Diane Pie had stage fright? Now that's a first."
"I'm really sorry if that was a slight bummer for you... Rarity said that I should try and be more vocal with things like this."
"Oh no, it's no problem at all," I assure her with the sweetest tone I can offer. "It was still amazing, and if being quiet is your fancy, I'll take it all the way."
She snuggles into my chest, affirming our embrace. "You really are super-duper good at being romantic, Nonny."
"You think so?"
"I know so. ... Do you think we can be romantic with each other from now on?"
"You mean like lovers?"
"That's a perfect word. ... Wanna know why it's a perfect word?"
"Why?" I ask in playful ignorance.
"... Because I love you, Nonny. I don't care what others say about you, I love you with all my big pink heart."
"Your heart's not pink, Pinkie."
"It is to me, and I'll happily give it all to you... metaphorically."
I find myself smiling unconditionally at her adorably-spoken words. My mouth wavers as I try to formulate an equally lovely response to her, but I just can't. There's a million things I want to tell her, but really, there's only one thing I should say right now. "I love you too, Pinkie."
I reach my hand over to her mane and gently caress her, running my fingertips along its puffiness until it gets caught by a tangle of hair. I happily untangle my fingers and straighten out the lock of clumped frizz, repeating the process over and over until her eyes close. With a sigh to relax herself, she rests peacefully under my care. Soon enough, she falls asleep, but I continue playing minesweeper with her mane.
After a while, I retract my hand and rest it on her hoof, running my thumb up and down to feel the texture of her soft coat, but the hardness of the hoof itself. I can feel sleep dragging me away now too. Maybe we should have gotten cleaned up, and maybe I should have taken my shoes off before getting into bed, but whatever. Too late now. I can deal with all that shit tomorrow. Tonight, it's all about Pinkie. I won't be leaving her side until the break of dawn, and even then, I know I'll be a little reluctant to go home after.
I still find it crazy that this all happened because of one dance. I didn't know a damn thing about dancing, but of course, magic doesn't care. Magic do what magic does. All it took was for me to say yes, and there it all went. I even tried to recreate some of the shit my body was doing that night, but I've had zero luck. I can't even remember ninety-percent of whatever the hell it was that I was doing. Maybe it was in-part that I was kind of drunk, but even then, I'd at least remember some dance moves. All I can really say is that Pinkie asked for a dance, and dance we did.
I'm not sure where I'd be if I didn't accept that invitation to the party she threw me all those months ago, or if I had walked out on her when I said I would. Would we even be friends at this point? ... Maybe. Probably. Knowing Pinkie, she'd probably forgive me and move on, but I don't think we'd be as close as we are now. Had I not shown up or had I walked out, maybe I would have made a different friend. Maybe I wouldn't have made a single one. Maybe I'd be by myself, stuck in my shitty little house with nothing to do but read comics I can barely understand.
I guess none of that matters now. This is where I am. I'm with her, she's with me, and I'd have it no other way.
She'll always be my little pink party pony.