"I'm exhausted." You sigh while stretching your sore legs.
>For the whole day, you've been baking with Pinkie Pie.
>Cupcakes, pies, cakes you name it. For some snobby Canterlot party.
>You're not the best baker there is, so you mostly just hand her the needed ingredients.
>And watch the oven! Don't forget about the oven!
>"I'm exhausted too! Thanks for the help, Nonny."
"Exhausted? You? I find that hard to believe."
>"Heh, I might be the "hyperactive sugar abuser", as you like to call me, but yes, I do get exhausted from time to time."
"You heard that? I... I didn't mean anything bad by it."
>"I know you didn't, you goofy hairless monkeyman!
"I guess I deserved that."
>"Anyways, are you gonna spend the rest of the evening in my tail?"
>Oh right, you're lying on the floor, head buried deep in Pinkie's fluffy tail.
>You tried to use it as a pillow, but your head sank right into it.
"Most likely since I'm too tired to get up. I declare this as my new safe place, even though it's kinda humid in here."
>"Kinda" is a bit of an understatement. It's more like a hot and moist pink rainforest.
>Really, really soft rainforest.
>"Well, the kitchen tends to get really hot when the oven is on all day, so baking is basically a workout. Don't let Dashie convince you otherwise!"
>Is that her secret for staying in shape after all the sugary goodies she eats?
"Why don't you lie down as well? We can have a breather and just chat for a moment."
>"Sure!"
>Pinkie gets up. Her tail keeps hugging your head... more tightly.
"How did you do that?"
>"Did what?" Giggling Pinkie climbs on top of you.
"I meant next to me, not on top of me!"
>"Instructions unclear, you now have a mare on top of you, hehee!"
>Your bellies rub together as Pinkie wiggles and stretches her legs.
>"Perfect balance of soft and firm! Why didn't you tell me that you're this comfy?" Pinkie's hind legs land on top of your arms.
>Is she intentionally keeping them down? You ponder while damp fur tickles your forearms.
>"Oh, what was that?"
"What was what?"
>"I'm sure I saw something moving!"
>Does she mean?
"Where? I see nothing but pink."
>"Duh! Here!" A hoof pokes your crotch.
>She meant exactly what you were afraid of.
>"It moved again!
>Way to go, Anon! A girl touches you, and you instantly get turned on.
>Can you really blame yourself, though? Pinkie is either all over the place with her shenanigans or she's the lewdest mare there is.
>Her girlish personality accompanied by her earth pony curves, which make much more slender unicorns and pegasi jealous.
>Those meaty and thick head-squishing thighs. You've lost count of how many times you've dreamed of being squeezed by them.
>Big, jiggling bubble butt with a luscious tail that barely hides her mare-goods.
>Yes, yes, you've peeked at her slightly darker shade of pink lady parts.
>Or has she been showing herself off to you? You can't tell anymore...
>But there's one thing you can tell, you're rocking a full tent.
>"Are you sure you're exhausted? You seem quite awake to me, heh."
>You're so embarrassed that your blushing probably glows through her tail.
"I-I... Pinkie I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
>"Sorry for what? This?" Pinkie's hoof slowly pets your bulge.
>With a quiet groan, you twitch and earn a giggle from Pinkie.
>"Let's hear that again!"
>Both of her forehooves grope a second groan out of you.
>"You're a fun colt to tease."
>You try to answer, but Pinkie wags her face-hugging tail, so you just end up throbbing some more.
>"Oooh, it's going faster, hihii!"
>Is this heaven or hell? Or maybe a mix of both?
>"Do you like donuts, Nonny?" Pinkie asks while holding your tent between her hooves.
"Y-yeah?"
>"Even the salty ones?"
"I guess so."
>"Heh, good!" The pink tail loosens its grip.
>It goes up high to stand straight like a flagpole. You have lived in Equestria long enough to know very well what that indicates.
>You try to swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes wander down. You know what's waiting down there, you can hear it doing its thing.
>Scared or too excited, you close your eyes. Your heartbeat muffles Pinkie's giggling.
>Now you're just teasing yourself.
>You open your eyes and lift your head a bit for a better view.
>Puffy, pulsating ponut and an eagerly winking marehood greet you.
>Droplets of glistening sweat are running down from her dock all the way down to her teats, which are pressed against your chest.
>It's so steamy and hot that there's some kind of thin fog wall in front of her butt.
>"As you can see, I've been brewing all day long. If you don't mind the salt, could you maybe help a mare out with her sweat?"
>Don't sound desperate, don't sound desperate.
"I..."
>Don'tsounddesperatedontsounddesperatedontsounddesperate.
"I NEEEEED IIIT!"
>Bravo Anon! You just had to cry it out loud like that, you fucking degenerate.
>"I knew you were a gentlecolt! Let me get more comfortable then."
>Pinkie sits up. She slowly drags her butt towards your head, leaving a trail of sweat and arousal juices on your shirt.
>Her sweet, musky scent has already made your nose completely numb, but you keep filling up your lungs, sinking deeper into pony musk ecstasy.
>Your crossed-eyes recenter as something dripping on your drooling face snaps you out of it.
>Pinkie's butt is hovering a few inches above your head, spreading its juices all over you.
"A-are you gonna make me beg?" You ask while staring at her lively holes.
>"What? No, don't be silly! I'm just gonna..."
>A plump ponut lands on your lips. "...Sit down, heh."
>Sticky warm fur now enveloping your face and an awaiting ring throbbing against your lips, your overwhelmed brain is trying to compute what to do.
>"A-anon, are you alright?"
>Don't worry the mare, focus, dammit!
>Your freed hands give Pinkie the thumbs up.
>"Good, hopefully I'm not too heav- mmmh!"
>And your tongue gives a quick experimental lick, which immediately blows your mind.
>First, her earthy, robust taste stings your tongue.
>Another lick, this time slowly dragging your tongue across Pinkie's moist tailhole.
>Then the rich, salty caramel taste takes over. Just like that, your already stoned tastebuds are turned into ponut addicts.
>Pinkie shivers on top of you as your licks get faster.
>Needy, desperate licks across and around her divine pink butthole.
>More, you need much more.
>Tongue probing her caramel hole, you grab her party balloon cutie marks with both hands.
>Pinkie lets out a giggle-squeal as you pull her down, forcing your tongue deep inside of her.
>Guns blazing, her full taste invades your consciousness, activating something primal in you.
>With a growl and hands squeezing her flanks like your life depended on it, you start to lap her tasty walls.
>Back arching and tail wagging rapidly, Pinkie moans your name.
>Her ever-faster winking pussy is like a flooding river.
>You wrap your lips around her ring and desperately try to shove every last inch of your tongue in.
>You suckle, lick, and moan, trying to give everything to your party mare.
>If her scent sent you into ecstasy, her taste is taking you to another dimension.
>Dimension of parties, pastries, and pink ponuts.
>"N-nonny." Pinkie calls you, but you're too busy to register it.
>She springs up, and your eyes burn as you see light again.
>You groan and mutter something incoherent while trying to pull her back into your face.
>But she manages to escape your hands. "Your tongue work is excellent, but I can't bear to watch you squirm and throb helplessly."
>Baffled, you stare at Pinkie.
>Then the realization of your painful, raging hard-on hits, it's trying to rip through your pants.
>"So, it's my turn to help you!" Pinkie hops between your legs, and her mane yanks your pants down.
>With a white pearl on the tip, your dick reaches for the sky.
>A curious pony snoot presses against it, and with a giggle, Pinkie sniffs you.
>"Mmmh! I better climb on top of you again before I lose my mind like you!" She gives you a quick kiss on the tip.
>Soft belly brushes your aching member as Pinkie positions herself.
>Now throbbing against her well-lubed hole, your dick is begging for an entry.
>Pinkie smiles at you, then her forehooves lift your shirt, and she leans down to lick your belly.
>"Yummy! You're better than any salt lick!" She licks one more time before getting up.
>Pinkie lowers herself a bit, and your tip slides into her tightly hugging ponut.
>She giggles and gives her hips a quick shake.
>"Now cream up my salty donut." Thick, meaty thighs come down for the first time.
>You two share a moan as this other-wordly tightness firmly squeezes your whole length.
>"Mmhh, big one, aren't you?" Pinkie slowly lifts her hips.
>It's like her butt is some kind of industrial crusher. Very, very hot and soaking wet crusher.
>No time to think about machinery. Party balloons slam back down with tremendous force, filling the kitchen with a loud slap.
>Your pelvis is probably powder after this. She's not going to hold back. She's gonna ride until your balls are like shrunken raisins.
>Teats bouncing Pinkie starts to pound you as fast as she possibly can.
>Every few jumps, she stops to grind against you, her winking clit punching your crotch like a boxer.
>You try to help her by grabbing her hips, but you just end up squeezing her cutie marks some more.
>"Aah yessh, play with my balloons, Nonny."
>You're not really playing with them... You're holding on for dear life as this mare tries to fuck you through the floor.
>Pound after pound, she is bringing you closer to the edge.
>Judging by her louder moans, she must be getting close too.
>Pinkie's hips go up once again, but this time her hole frees you.
>For a second, you throb in the cooler kitchen air, but the sensation is short-lived. Pink butt slams into your crotch with full force.
>That did it for Pinkie. She squeals and collapses on top of you, her pussy squirting gallons of marecum.
>While moaning into your chest, she squeezes you with all of her might, which brings you over the edge.
>With a grunt, you move your hands to hug her while you empty yourself deep into her heavenly ponut.
>Sweaty bodies pressed together, you two keep cumming bucket after bucket.
>But all good things come to an end eventually, you both are spent.
>Shivering Pinkie nuzzles your nose. "Now we can have that breather, hehe!"