An Afternoon with Pinkie Pie, by Thatguywiththeface


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                                            >You have a mighty need

                                            >And there's only one mare that can satisfy it

                                            >You make your way to her, weaving between the other pedestrians while doing your best to hide that you're on your way to procure the services of a pony prostitute

                                            >Thankfully she's not too far from where you work, so you don't have to hide for long

                                            >The ponies watching out from the entrance of the alley indicate that you've arrived at your destination

                                            >They greet you with smiles on their faces, but their innocently-framed questions betray their true function as sentries

                                            >Since the ponies living here are all escaped slaves, it makes sense that they'd be cautious

                                            >They remember you from your prior visits, so you're waved through pretty quickly into the sort of shantytown that lies beyond

                                            >Cardboard boxes, upturned garbage cans, and dumpsters all serve as living space for the denizens of this alley that they've taken to calling 'Little Ponyville'

                                            >Those same denizens all greet you enthusiastically, and a few ponies rush up to your side to say hello

                                            >Four mares and a rather trappish-looking stallion

                                            >They know exactly why you're here

                                            >You tell them that you're here to see a 'friend', and they reluctantly disperse

                                            >You make your way further into the alley as other ponies try to hawk exotic illicit substances originating from Equestria

                                            >You turn them down as well; you were always scared that taking that weird magical stuff would turn you into a pony or something

                                            >At the end of the alley, you find what you came here for

                                            >Several makeshift tents are set up here, and you can hear the sounds of other clients enjoying themselves

                                            >One of them exits a tent off to your side, jumping in surprise when she sees you

                                            >A mare with a cream-colored coat and a crimson mane follows her out of the tent to thank her as she briskly walks away, trying her best to hide her face from you

                                            >Roseluck notices you and smiles

                                            >"Oh, hello Mr. Regular! Pinkie's ready for you in that tent over there."


                                            >You thank her and head towards where she's pointing

                                            >The thought that they think of you as a regular makes you kind of uncomfortable

                                            >At first you just came here because it was cheaper than going to a human prostitute, but Pinkie kept you coming back

                                            >You kneel down and move the cloth flap to peek into the space within

                                            >Pinkie looks up from the treat that she was frosting to meet your eye and beams happily

                                            >"Mr. Regular!"

                                            >She bounds towards you and wraps you in a big bear hug

                                            >You smile weakly and pat her back

                                            "Hey there Pinkie. It's good to see you again."

                                            >Part of you wanted to tell her your name, but keeping things somewhat impersonal was probably for the best

                                            >You're not sure if pony prostitution is even illegal, but you'd rather not find out from the backseat of a police car

                                            >She backs off a half-step before taking your hand in her hooves and leading you inside

                                            >"Come on in, make yourself at home!"

                                            >Unlike the tents the other mares work out of, this one has a pretty lived-in look

                                            >Mostly because she actually lives here

                                            >Various trinkets sit on makeshift shelves

                                            >There are several crude drawings of other ponies that you don't recognize next to her bed, as well as a rock

                                            >His name is Boulder, apparently

                                            >She always throws a handkerchief or a sock over him before she gets to work

                                            >Pinkie's kind of an odd pony, but that's why you like her so much

                                            >Most notable however is the small pile of old easy-bake ovens set up in the corner that she's designated as her kitchen

                                            >...Suddenly you notice that the tent seems like it's bigger on the inside than the outside

                                            >Whatever

                                            >Pinkie trots over to the crate that she was working at before and picks up one of her creations

                                            >"Um...Mr. Customer...before we do anything, would you like to try one of my treats again?"

                                            >She holds it out to you, and you frown

                                            >You immediately plaster a large, fake smile over it

                                            "Oh, uh, sure! I'd love too!"

                                            >Her eyes glimmer with anticipation as you take it from her


                                            >After a brief moment of hesitation, you bring it up to your mouth and take a bite

                                            >Huh

                                            >You're pleasantly surprised; it's actually not too bad

                                            >It's rather bland, and the texture is pretty strange

                                            >It's kind of between a cookie and a cupcake

                                            >But it's an improvement over last time

                                            "It's, uh, pretty good."

                                            >She smiles, but that gleam in her eyes fades

                                            >"Thanks! I'm getting the hang of this more and more every day!"

                                            >She almost hides the disappointment in her voice

                                            >You get the impression that she was a baker or something before she came to Earth

                                            >It's hard to say for sure; she doesn't like talking about her past, and her previous owner's brand has pretty much destroyed her cutie mark

                                            >Whatever the case, this alley lacked the tools and ingredients needed for her to ply her trade

                                            >Which is why she has to fuck people like you for money

                                            >You set the uneaten half of your cupcookie down on the table and sit down on her bedroll

                                            "Not that I don't appreciate your company or anything Pinkie, but I kinda can't spend too long here today."

                                            >She squirms uncomfortably

                                            >"Oh, yeah, heh, we should probably just get down to business, right?"

                                            >She puffs herself up a bit to appear more confident

                                            >"So! What're buyin' Mr. Regular?"

                                            "Just a blowjob today. Like I said, I need to get out of here pretty quickly."

                                            >She deflates

                                            >"O-oh. Are you sure? We can do other stuff pretty fast too. Um, I was thinking that maybe we could try a-anal? Would you like that?"

                                            >Okay, something was up.

                                            >You knew that Pinkie didn't do anal

                                            "What's wrong? Do you need money or something?"

                                            >She looks away and scratches the back of her head

                                            >"It's just...We all have to chip in, you know? Getting the food and the water we need here is kind of risky and expensive since we're ponies. And I've been making a lot of special requests for my baking...I just kinda fell behind..."

                                            >You reach forward and run your fingers through her poofy mane


                                            "How about this: I pay you double the normal rate, and you swallow this time. Would that work?"

                                            >She grimaces slightly, but smiles at your 'generosity' regardless

                                            >"Y-yeah, that would be great! Thanks Mr. Customer!"

                                            >You slide back more onto her bed and begin undoing your pants as she reaches into a bin stashed beneath a shelf

                                            >You free your cock as she retrieves her bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant

                                            >She watches as you give your semi-erect shaft a few tugs until it grows to full size

                                            >You've been here so often that blood starts flowing to your dick as soon as you enter Pinkie's tent

                                            >She slides down between your legs and you reach down to stroke her bubblegum mane once again

                                            >It was wild and poofy, but you could tell that she took care of it to the best of her abilities with her limited resources

                                            >Overall she was pretty clean considering her situation, but was still noticeably dirty

                                            >Her mane and tail seemed kind of short, though

                                            >You guessed that her owner had cropped them or something, and she's been letting them grow back out ever since she escaped

                                            >She leans in and gives the tip of your dick a kiss before she begins speaking to it

                                            >"Good afternoon Mr. Penis! You look really stressed out. Don't worry, Mama Pinkie's here to make you feel better!"

                                            >She reaches for the bottle of lube, but you stop her

                                            "Do you think you could use a little less than you normally do? If I'm paying for you to swallow, I'd rather that you be able to taste it."

                                            >She frowns

                                            >"Oh, uh, sure. That makes sense I guess..."

                                            >She takes the bottle between her teeth and holds it above you, squeezing out a rather sparing amount by her standards onto your tip

                                            >Still, you reach down and wipe a bit of what you consider to be excess off with your thumb and offer it to her

                                            >She closes her mouth around it and gently suckles, swirling her tongue around the end to collect the fruity fluid

                                            >You pull your thumb out of her mouth, and she swallows the mixture of saliva and lube


                                            >"Alrighty then, are you ready Mr. Customer?"

                                            "Absolutely."

                                            >She grins before turning her attention to your tool and closing her eyes

                                            >First pressing her lips against the top of your head, she pushes down to engulf your cock, making sure to hug your shaft with her lips to help spread the lubricant

                                            >She totally bottoms out on the first stroke and makes a show of nuzzling your pubes before slowly pulling up, swirling her tongue around you as she does

                                            >The extra room afforded by her muzzle allows her to comfortably accommodate your average prick with a little room to spare

                                            >It's convenient for her, but you really wish that you could feel her throat

                                            >She makes it back to the top and begins to worship your head with loving strokes of her tongue and gentle suckles

                                            >And then she opens her eyes once again to stare into yours

                                            >She knew your weakness

                                            >Her large, bright blue eyes were so beautiful

                                            >She popped your dick out of her mouth and ran her tongue along the bottom, making sure to maintain eye contact the whole time

                                            >You had been idly scratching behind her ears, but your hand begins to run through her mane and down her neck to rub the whatever you can reach on her upper body

                                            >It takes a Herculean effort, but you manage to peel your eyes away from hers to look over the rest of her body

                                            >She takes the opportunity to look back down and focus on her job

                                            >Pinkie's master must have been pretty good to her

                                            >Branded flanks aside, her body totally lacked the scars that most ponies wore

                                            >Your eyes followed her curves to drink in her shapely body

                                            >She was a little thin, all of the ponies living here looked like they needed a sandwich, but the little fat that she did have ended up exactly where it needed to be

                                            >You grunt as Pinkie gets serious

                                            >She starts to suck a little harder, her tongue grows more adventurous, her saliva has become thick and viscous, and her head is bobbing up and down at a good pace


                                            >The moment you look back down, she locks her eyes to yours

                                            >Normally Pinkie tended to be slow and more theatric during oral sex, but either due to your time constraints or her apprehension for what she has to do next, she's simply trying to make you finish as quickly as she can

                                            >She bottoms out again and sucks on you like a piece of candy for a few seconds, presumably to rest her neck muscles or something

                                            >It isn't particularly stimulating, but you were just about at your limit anyway

                                            >As she's pulling back to resume properly blowing you, you grab the back of her head and close your eyes

                                            >With an embarrassingly unmasculine whimper, you reach your climax

                                            >You shoot a thick rope across her tongue, and then another

                                            >You can feel her tense up as the flavor crashes against her taste buds

                                            >She really doesn't like the taste of semen, but that only makes the fact that you're filling her mouth up with the stuff even hotter

                                            >Your cock pulses once again as it pushes another thick load out

                                            >You normally have to pull out and finish on her face or something, so your body's talking full advantage of this opportunity with a truly prodigious load

                                            >By the time your orgasm is finally over you feel like you've completely emptied your balls into this poor mare's mouth

                                            >You let go of her head and open your eyes as she pulls away

                                            >Her eyes are screwed shut, and her lips are pursed

                                            >She almost looks like she bit into a lemon or something

                                            "Could you open your mouth and let me see please?"

                                            >She tilts her head back and complies

                                            >With the large amount of saliva she had built up while sucking you off, it looked like there was almost half a cup of thick, milky fluid pooling in the back of her throat

                                            >Your cock twitches, but you remind yourself that you have places to be

                                            "You can go ahead and swallow it now."

                                            >She closes her mouth again and tries to do so

                                            >She seems to be having a bit of trouble though


                                            >Every time she tries, her head automatically tilts forward to prevent it

                                            >It's like watching a kid trying to take medicine

                                            >Eventually she manages to gulp it down, and her eyes open back up as she begins panting

                                            >She shudders as she feels your load arrive in her stomach

                                            >"Guh...D-delicious!"

                                            >She gives you an enormous fake smile, and you chuckle at the obvious attempt to hide her disgust

                                            "Maybe I should start eating more fruit before I make you do that again, huh?"

                                            >She dips her muzzle into a nearby bucket of water and takes a few swigs

                                            >Once she's sufficiently washed the taste away and caught her breath, she turns back to you

                                            >"H-how did I do, Mr. Regular? Did it feel good?"

                                            >You pat her on the side of her neck and smile

                                            "You did great Pinkie. That was absolutely incredible."

                                            >She smiles happily as you pull her in for a hug

                                            >"Thank you!"

                                            >She steps back, and her smile falters

                                            >"So, um, you said you would pay double if I, you know, swallowed?"

                                            >You grin as you reach into your back pocket

                                            "You've definitely earned it."

                                            >Opening up your wallet, you flip through the bills inside and pull out a twenty, passing it to her

                                            >"Thanks, Mr. Regular!"

                                            >She turns to put the money on the table, but freezes when she sees Boulder uncovered

                                            >He saw everything

                                            >You manage to get her attention again as you stand up and stuff your cock back into your pants and button up

                                            "I know here lately I haven't been visiting you very much, but work's been pretty crazy."

                                            >"That's okay Mr. Customer, I understand."

                                            >You kneel down in front of her and scratch along her jaw

                                            "Well, you see, since work has been so crazy, I decided to use a couple of my vacation days to take a break. And I was hoping that I could spend one of those days with you."

                                            >She lifts hoof uncertainly

                                            >"A-a whole day? Mr. Customer, I don't think-"

                                            >You hold up your hand to interrupt her, causing her to flinch slightly

                                            "Whatever you normally make in a day's work, I'm willing to pay it. Maybe even a little more."


                                            >Her eyes widen and her jaw drops

                                            >"MORE than a whole--b-but that's so much--I couldn't--"

                                            >You gently pinch her muzzle closed and smirk

                                            "How about we work out the details next time, huh? I've gotta run."

                                            >As soon as you release her, she tackle-hugs you

                                            >"Oh, thank you Mr. Customer! I promise I'll make it the most fun, most special day ever!"

                                            >You hug her right back and rub her withers

                                            >When you first met her she was basically just a pony-shaped hole for you to dump a few loads into after a rough day

                                            >But her cheery attitude and fun personality were infectious

                                            >You wished you had a pony like Pinkie back home

                                            >As much as you would love to wake up every morning to her beautiful eyes staring into yours, you find the effort and risk that she's taking to stay free almost inspiring

                                            >You both break off the hug and say your goodbyes before you exit the tent

                                            >You've got about two weeks until your vacation comes up

                                            >You're gonna have to stop by the market on your way home and stock up on fruit