"Mmmph. Mmmmpth!" The game of tongue-wresting soon turned into a game of domination as Pinkie began to show you what she can really do. You remembered faintly a fact that you read in a book long ago, that equines had strong prehensile lips and tongues to be able to tear plants right out of the ground. The same also seemed to be true for their alien pony cousins, as Pinkie's lips moved and flexed in ways you thought impossible. After a short while, you simply gave up on trying to fight back and let her have her way, which caused Pinkie to hum into your mouth in approval.
With you no longer fighting back, she took this as free license to explore wherever she pleased, in your cheeks, under your tongue, along the roof of your mouth, and even down your throat, all of this within the span of a few minutes. It was as if she had gone thirsty for the longest time and had her first drink of water in days. she decided not to linger there for long. Probably just as well, as you're certain that Pinkie didn't want to experience you vomiting in her mouth and kill the mood.
Your skin tingled at her warm touch as Pinkie's hands squeezed and roved indiscriminately at every point of your body she could reach, with two favorite spots being around the middle of your back and around your butt. Especially around the butt. Her hands seemed to hold some strange fascination with your ass, as she squeezed and massaged your gluteus like she was playing with putty.
You would've been content to lay there and let Pinkie use you as she saw fit, but it seems Pinkie had other, bigger plans.
You suddenly felt a shockingly strong grip grasp at your wrist and wrenched your arm to aim it at her right breast. Pinkie's muffled shriek sent chills up and down your spine as you reflexively squeezed around her jiggly mammary fat. Beneath your palm, the raised dome of something very hard and rubbery pressed into your skin, hot and firm like a piece of iron fresh off of the anvil. When your grip closed around the bounteous milk jug a small amount of hot liquid squirted into your palm and dribbled back down onto Pinkie's fur. No two guesses as to what that was. You guessed that Pinkie takes after Mrs. Cake in more ways than one.
Meanwhile, at the lower end of your body, Pinkie's other lips proved to be no less strong and capable, as her quivering tunnel quickly molded around you like a hand into a moist and muscular glove. Hundreds of individual muscles descended upon your hot kielbasa sausage and squeezed together in a loving grip. Pinkie playfully rippled up and down your shaft and twisted her walls in a sort of washing machine motion as you slowly pushed inside, which showed mastery of her pelvic floor muscles. When the head of your cock finally bumped into the gate of her secret garden, she released her lip lock with you, gasped aloud and all of the squishing muscles seized up all at once. The sheer heat and wet, velvety warmth of it all was absolutely mindblowing, like nothing you had ever experienced. And no, that is not hyperbole, you could literally see sparks and fireworks in your vision.
Pinkie bit her lip and adjusted herself so that she now directly straddled your hips and leaned forward so that both your hands rested on her boobs. She leered down at you with lidded eyes and licked her lips. "Let me show you how we give new stallions a proper Ponyville welcome."
After that... well... you lost track of what happened.
You caught the first part just as hips began to move but soon after your mind ascended into a cyclone of moans, wet slaps, and the staccato creaks of wood shaking. Pinkie might've said something (or several things) while she pounded your hips like a rodeo star but what it might've been was lost in the ringing in your ears from all the blood rushing out of your head. This was two animals fucking like their lives depended on it, instinctual, primal, and RAW.
Your already high expectations for coming here were already exceeded and then some by this sexy pink party pony, and the party wasn't over yet. You had still yet to deliver the icing on the cake.
With you no longer fighting back, she took this as free license to explore wherever she pleased, in your cheeks, under your tongue, along the roof of your mouth, and even down your throat, all of this within the span of a few minutes. It was as if she had gone thirsty for the longest time and had her first drink of water in days. she decided not to linger there for long. Probably just as well, as you're certain that Pinkie didn't want to experience you vomiting in her mouth and kill the mood.
Your skin tingled at her warm touch as Pinkie's hands squeezed and roved indiscriminately at every point of your body she could reach, with two favorite spots being around the middle of your back and around your butt. Especially around the butt. Her hands seemed to hold some strange fascination with your ass, as she squeezed and massaged your gluteus like she was playing with putty.
You would've been content to lay there and let Pinkie use you as she saw fit, but it seems Pinkie had other, bigger plans.
You suddenly felt a shockingly strong grip grasp at your wrist and wrenched your arm to aim it at her right breast. Pinkie's muffled shriek sent chills up and down your spine as you reflexively squeezed around her jiggly mammary fat. Beneath your palm, the raised dome of something very hard and rubbery pressed into your skin, hot and firm like a piece of iron fresh off of the anvil. When your grip closed around the bounteous milk jug a small amount of hot liquid squirted into your palm and dribbled back down onto Pinkie's fur. No two guesses as to what that was. You guessed that Pinkie takes after Mrs. Cake in more ways than one.
Meanwhile, at the lower end of your body, Pinkie's other lips proved to be no less strong and capable, as her quivering tunnel quickly molded around you like a hand into a moist and muscular glove. Hundreds of individual muscles descended upon your hot kielbasa sausage and squeezed together in a loving grip. Pinkie playfully rippled up and down your shaft and twisted her walls in a sort of washing machine motion as you slowly pushed inside, which showed mastery of her pelvic floor muscles. When the head of your cock finally bumped into the gate of her secret garden, she released her lip lock with you, gasped aloud and all of the squishing muscles seized up all at once. The sheer heat and wet, velvety warmth of it all was absolutely mindblowing, like nothing you had ever experienced. And no, that is not hyperbole, you could literally see sparks and fireworks in your vision.
Pinkie bit her lip and adjusted herself so that she now directly straddled your hips and leaned forward so that both your hands rested on her boobs. She leered down at you with lidded eyes and licked her lips. "Let me show you how we give new stallions a proper Ponyville welcome."
After that... well... you lost track of what happened.
You caught the first part just as hips began to move but soon after your mind ascended into a cyclone of moans, wet slaps, and the staccato creaks of wood shaking. Pinkie might've said something (or several things) while she pounded your hips like a rodeo star but what it might've been was lost in the ringing in your ears from all the blood rushing out of your head. This was two animals fucking like their lives depended on it, instinctual, primal, and RAW.
Your already high expectations for coming here were already exceeded and then some by this sexy pink party pony, and the party wasn't over yet. You had still yet to deliver the icing on the cake.
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June 2, 2023
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