Temptations (Pinkie Pie)


                                            "Thank you! Come back soon!"

                                            >With a ding of the bell, another satisfied customer walked out the door, leaving Pinkie Pie all alone in Sugarcube Corner.

                                            >The Cakes and the twins were gone for the next week to visit relatives in Trottingham, so Pinkie was left to "hold down the fort".

                                            >That was no trouble, considering she's done it a plenitude of times before.

                                            >But the unfortunate reality of such an endeavor is that it means Pinkie is far busier than usual.

                                            >And the girls? They've got their own lives to worry about!

                                            >At first, she tried to remedy the issue by prepping at night after closing; flattening dough, battering... uh, batter, and then storing it in the fridge, and even subjecting a fresh batch of cookies and cupcakes to what she called a "night bake," which consisted of her keeping the oven on and baking various sweets while she slept.

                                            >She quickly shut that idea down after nearly setting the kitchen on fire.

                                            >And now to add "scrub burn marks off kitchen floorboards" to the list!

                                            >But Pinkie was a tough gal; strong and resilient, willing to take on the world and the days ahead with a vigor that would make gods tremble in fear, a smile that would turn the most devilish of devils nice, and a laugh that would bring even the most hardy of monsters join in on the fun.

                                            >Pinkie was an unstoppable mass of fun!

                                            >Well... until she got horny.

                                            >Normally, she'd rub one out, curl herself up in her blanket afterwards, and wake up the next morning refreshed and enthusiastic as always.

                                            >But with running Sugarcube Corner all by herself for a whole week, she's not only working herself tired trying to make sure everything's prepped and ready to go for the next day, but she's left totally unable to tend to her own... personal equities.

                                            >And Ponyville's seen an influx of tourism in the last few months due to the unscheduled Dragon Migration over the central skies of Equestria.

                                            >In other words, Ponyville is dead center, and everyone's gonna want something sweet to beat the heat.

                                            >If only Pinkie could beat her own heat...

                                            >But as the customer, undoubtedly a tourist as Pinkie couldn't recognize him, walked out the door, it was only for the first time in hours that Pinkie actually took the time to look around the main foyer of the shop, and was quick to make one observation.

                                            >Nopony was here.

                                            >Nopony was sitting down at the seats, looking out the windows with a straw in their mouth, nor was anyone standing in front of the register to ask for the latest goods or specials.

                                            >For the first time since she woke up this morning, Pinkie Pie was finally, truly, alone.

                                            >And it was no surprise, either; just one look out side the windows, and she could make out all the individual ponies standing in the streets and looking up into the sky with astonished gazes.

                                            >Another group had taken to the skies today, making their great migration back to their native lands, to slumber for, at most, a century.


                                            >It would be foolish to squander the opportunity to see the sight first-hoof.

                                            >But the ache in between Pinkie's thighs was too much to ignore.

                                            >The sensations alone were leaving her winking uncontrollably.

                                            >For the most part, she could ignore it, as she had for most of the day.

                                            >But now, with the knowledge of the place being empty, it wasn't so easy.

                                            >One wink left her head craning upward, and she let a whimper escape her lips.

                                            >She shuddered to herself, pressing a hoof gently to her heated cheek.

                                            >Part of her wanted to run upstairs, to her bedroom, and use the opportunity to give herself the release she's been denied for the last three days.

                                            >But the other part of her worried a customer might come in to find she's missing and leave.

                                            >What would the Cakes think? They might never let her run Sugarcube Corner by herself ever again!

                                            >Though... coming to think of the last few days... it's starting to sound like an appealing compro—

                                            "M-Mmmmmh!"

                                            >Pinkie winked again, forcing her thighs together; her hooves gripped and clawed at the counter-top in front of her.

                                            >She couldn't take it anymore.

                                            >She'll do it right here.

                                            >Everyone's busy watching the dragons, and the spectacle will last for the next hour.

                                            >And the counter's tall enough.

                                            >At least, it looks tall enough.

                                            >Glancing at all the distracted ponies outside, Pinkie's breath quickened before she even realized it.

                                            >With a bite of her lip, and a calm, steady breath, her right hoof slipped underneath the counter, then underneath her body.

                                            >The moment it made contact with her winking clit, Pinkie expelled a shaky whimper.

                                            >At first, she covered her mouth, worried she'd made too much noise.

                                            >But once she remembered she still alone, she let another shaky breath escape, then continued.

                                            >Her hoof grazed gently against her clit, earning another wink and whimper, but she continued until her hoof was pressed carefully, yet firmly against her already dripping marehood.

                                            >Cautiously, she began rubbing, the same fashion as she always had.

                                            >Little circles, slow and gentle, and then pick up when she was close.

                                            >Dear Celestia, it's been days since Pinkie's been able to actually get off.

                                            >Her body's already going into overdrive, and she's only just getting started!

                                            >On occasion, Pinkie would glance up at the door and windows, just to see if anyone was coming.

                                            >With her anonymity intact, she pressed her forehead against the countertop and slumped slightly downward, never ceasing her rubbing.

                                            >Her thighs pressed together instinctively, forcing her hoof to adjust to the lack of space.

                                            >Her motions were compressed, yet made up for it in speed and pressure.

                                            >In other words, her clit was getting a lot more love right now.

                                            >A loud moan left her throat, accompanied by an awkward giggle.

                                            >After a few minutes, she wasn't keen on keeping herself quiet anymore.

                                            >Pinkie was moaning and shuddering as much as her body would allow.


                                            >She bit her lips and clenched her eyes shut every time a jolt of intense pleasure ruptured through her.

                                            >Her mind grew muddled and dazed, her vision was getting blurry with tears.

                                            >Her breathing quickened, and her lungs struggled to keep up; she knew she was close.

                                            >And yet she didn't stop, rubbing her hoof faster and deeper against her clit, which winked uncontrollably and rapidly.

                                            >Little whimpers and squeaks were all she could give out, all with an occasional shaky moan.

                                            "Nnnhh, I'm gonna cum..." she shuddered to no one in particular.

                                            >Yessssss, she's finally gonna—

                                            >*DING*

                                            >"Hey Pinkie, come on! The next migration's sta—"

                                            >Pinkie's head flew up, and her hoof pulled away from her pussy, but not fast enough.

                                            >Whoever it was definitely would've seen.

                                            >The mare's eyes met with the intruder.

                                            >Standing at the front door was Rainbow Dash, whose brief bout of excitement on her face was quickly shrouded by newfound silent shock.

                                            >Whatever arousal that bubbled through Pinkie in the moment before, was now completely gone, and she was left mortified.

                                            >Her eyes went wide as she and Rainbow shared an awkward, silent stare for maybe several moments.

                                            >Pinkie's mouth hung only slightly open, just enough to let out nervous breaths.

                                            >The tears that welled up in her eyes now were those of embarrassment.

                                            >She whimpered.

                                            >Rainbow didn't seem to know this, however, as a smile began to form on her face.

                                            >"Uh... you need a ho—"

                                            "GET OUT!!"

                                            >Startled, Rainbow hurriedly ran out the front door and slammed it shut.

                                            >With the embarrassment now hitting her full force, Pinkie let out a small whine and slammed her hoof against the counter top.

                                            >She wasn't mad at Rainbow, not really.

                                            >But damn it all, she was so close!

                                            >And now she's—

                                            >Pinkie noticed something through her tears.

                                            >She looked back up to the door.

                                            >The sign hanging on the front door had seemingly flipped, showing "WE ARE CLOSED" to the outside.

                                            >It must've flipped around when Rainbow shut it.

                                            >Pinkie clenched her hooves and bit her lip, whimpering and almost starting to cry.

                                            >Her thighs squeezed together tighter than they ever had.

                                            >She couldn't take it anymore.

                                            >Pinkie pressed herself against the counter and slid down, landing firmly on her butt; from this spot, she was completely hidden to the world.

                                            >She wasted no time in taking her still wet hoof and applying it to her pussy once again, putting all of the attention on her clit.

                                            >Within seconds, she was winking furiously again.

                                            >There was no more filter.

                                            >To hell with being quiet!

                                            >As her hoof made circles, Pinkie began to moan and sigh and cry with no restraint left.

                                            >Her body shivered, and the ever increasing jolts of pleasure running through her forced her to hit the back of her head against one of the shelves.

                                            >It didn't hurt her in the least, but it was getting in the way.

                                            >She ducked down until her head rested underneath the shelf, against a bag of flour, which acted as her temporary pillow.


                                            >Pinkie's mouth hung open, nothing but moans coming from it.

                                            "Pleeeease, pleasepleaseplease," she cried.

                                            >She begged for it.

                                            >She wanted it so bad.

                                            >And she was getting it.

                                            >The feeling didn't take long to rise up in her again.

                                            >Sobs escaped her, dragging themselves out and no doubt amplified by the reverb of the small compacted cupboard space.

                                            >But Pinkie didn't care.

                                            >She was—

                                            "I-I... I'm cumming... I'm cummingimcummingimcummingimc—"

                                            >Pinkie could no longer hold herself back.

                                            >With a scream, Pinkie began to gently convulse.

                                            >Well... gently was a lie.

                                            >She came with a fury not seen in years, cramping one of her legs, and causing a torrent of juices to spurt from her pussy.

                                            >Her clit winked against her still moving hoof, and her pussy milked nothing but air, but it was trying its hardest.

                                            >She sighed and moaned heavily against the wall of the cupboard, shuddering and crying with joy as all the tension of the last few days left her, one twitch at a time.

                                            >Once the pleasure had grown too intense, Pinkie pulled her right hoof away, now gripping the flour sack underneath her for support.

                                            >Pinkie's hips moved back and forth, mirroring the sensation of riding a stallion... a sensation she hadn't felt in years.

                                            >It wasn't until now she realized how much she missed it.

                                            "Mnnnnghhh..." was all she could say.

                                            >After a minute or so, the feeling in her thighs finally began to simmer down, and Pinkie began to come down from her long-awaited high.

                                            >She already missed it.

                                            >With no strength left in her, Pinkie collapsed to the floor, resting her head against the flour sack, and doing everything she could to catch her breath.

                                            >And she'll tell you, it wasn't easy in that moment.

                                            "Mmmmnnh... Mmmmnnh... Mmmmnnh..."

                                            >Her breaths were weak, but they were only just enough.

                                            >She laid on the floor for what must've been several minutes before she even decided to move.

                                            >Weakly, she pushed herself off the floor, if only to sit back down on her butt, leaning against the counter.

                                            >Lifting her wet hoof to her mouth, she began to lick it clean.

                                            >Knowing it was her own cum made her tingle in the thighs, but she was in neither mood nor condition to start up again.

                                            >It didn't take long to suck the juices from her fur; with that done, she sank her face into her knees let out a content yet exhausted sigh.

                                            >She's going to feel tired for the rest of the day, she guaranteed it.

                                            >But she couldn't help but smile—it was more than worth it.

                                            >At the same time, she felt bad yelling at Rainbow Dash like that.

                                            >She'll have to make it up to her later.

                                            >But in the meantime, it's back to...

                                            >Well... Why rush going back to work?

                                            >Ponies think she's closed, and there's at least another fifty minutes until the last of the dragons come flying over.

                                            >After a stunt like that, and after the last few days, even Pinkie Pie needs a break.

                                            >After forcing herself back on her hooves, Pinkie slowly walked into the kitchen.


                                            >When she came back out into the foyer, she was holding a fresh cup of coffee.

                                            >She then sat down at one of the window seats and leaned back, gazing out the window and peering up into the skies above Ponyville.

                                            >She took a sip from her cup and smiled.

                                            "What a day."


                                            END