Title:           Mistress Pinkie
Author:          SomeSbgFagola
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First Edit:      Friday 16th of May 2014 04:26:22 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 16th of May 2014 04:26:22 AM CDT

>Be Anon in Equestria.
>It's been rough getting acclimated to living in this new word, but through time and hard work, the ponies of Ponyville have accepted you.
>The best case of this being Pinkie Pie, with whom you've assisted in baking far more pastries than you'd ever imagined you'd make, even more of which were ruined due to your inexperience.
>You're not sure why Plenka always asked you to help her, after all she's a more than capable chef, and you feel the only thing you do is make it harder for her to work.
>But every week, like clockwork, she invites you over to help her fill large orders.
>You let out a heavy sigh as you wipe away the sweat beading up on your brow.
"I don't know, Pinks, I just don't think I'm cut out for baking sweets."
>Poogle Pims lets out a giggle as she starts to stir a fresh bowl of batter. "Don’t be silly, Nonny! You’re the bestest westest assistant I’ve ever had!:
>You give her a smile as you take a cake out of the oven, resting it on the counter to cool.
“Celestia, it’s friggin’ hot in here. Why do we have to cook without the AC on, again?”
>”Because, silly, it’ll make the pastries come out all wrong.”
>Yeah that sounds like horseshit to you.
>”Besides, if the heat’s too much, you can always take off those silly clothes.”
>You raise an eyebrow, wiping some stray frosting of your cheek.
“Is that, I m-mean, is that really the best idea?”
>Pinkie snorts as she lets out a giggle. “Oh Anon, you don’t have to wear clothes here! We’re naked all the time, it’s no big deal!”
>You think it over for a moment. On the one hand, it’s REALLY hot in this room right now. On the other hand,it’s Penker Por.
>You let out a heavy sigh before nodding in agreement, unbuckling your belt.
“Ha ha, well okay Pinkie, if you say so.”
>You can’t help but notice a big, toothy grin plastered onto her cute, pink face.
>Looks like she’s also kneading the ground softly with her hooves.
 
 
 
>You remove the various articles of you clothing; jacket, shirt, pants, all the way down to your boxers. You nervously look over at Ponko Pee.
>She’s practically bouncing up and down. “C’mon Anon you don’t need boxers to cook.”
>She blurts it out so fast you almost didn’t catch it.
>Again, you hesitate for a moment before shaking your head.
>Just some honest-to-goodness naked cooking with your good sugar mare.
>You slip the boxers off, and you won’t lie, it feels good to let the kids breath.
>Penker Por has a shit-eating grin on her face.
>”Now call me mistress.”
>You blink a few times in confusion.
“Wh-What?”
>Pinkie charges and leaps at you, knocking you off your feet and onto your ass.
>Holy shit for a hot room this floor is really cold.
>Her nose is inches away from yours, she’s so close you can feel her quick, hot breath on your lips.
>”I said c-call me mistress, Anon.”
“P-Pinkie, I-”
>You’re cut short as you feel on of her hooves run across your now stiffening member, gently dragging along the shaft and tracing circles around the tip.
>”I said call me mistress.”
>Your breathing starts to quicken as she continues to tease your now completely erect individual.
“M-Mistress, please-”
>She pushes forward into a kiss, her piping hot tongue traveling into your mouth as she moans into you.
>You try your best to gain your composure, but find yourself lost in the moment.
>You reciprocate this game of tonsil tennis, reaching a hand over to her rear.
>Groping one of her cheeks, she breaks the kiss to moan softly into your neck, still rubbing your hoof on your throbbing gland.
>She gasps as you slip a finger inside, biting lightly on your neck in a feeble attempt of protest.
 
 
 
>Holy shit, she must really need it bad.
>Seriously, she’s like a fucking oven.
>Fitting, you suppose.
>You move your fingers around, making Pinkie’s legs give out as she collapses on top of you.
>Your hand is practically drenched as you pull away, feeling her wink at you as your hand parts.
>She pants heavily, reaching a hoof down to adjust your member. “I neeeeeed iiiiitttt......”
>You grab two great big bloody handfuls of asscheek and push her down onto your pike.
>She lets out a squeal of excitement as you penetrate her.
>Holy shit it literally feels like your dick is on fire.
>You let out a heavy moan as she lifts up off of your chest and begins to ride you.
>Pivoting up and down, you look up at her horny face, tongue hanging out, eyes practically rolling back.
>She makes no attempt to hide her pleasure at this point, moaning so loud it makes you worry that the Cakes will hear.
>Goddamn it feels like your dick is melting.
“Pinkie, I’m-”
>”M-Mistress!” She almost yells back.
>You grunt as you try to keep your mind in order.
“Mistress, I’m gonna...”
>Son of a bitch it’s hard to talk right now.
“I’m gonna cuuuu-”
>She stops, sitting all the way down onto your dick.
>Letting out a slight growl, you dig your fingers into her thick cheeks as you unleash inside of her.
>She continues to moan, her walls tightening around you, squeezing every last drop out that it can.
>You thought the oven couldn’t get any hotter.
>You were poorly mistaken.
 
 
 
>Pinkie leans down, locking you into a kiss, still resting comfortably on your base.
>After a few moments of intense kissing she finally breaks away, lifting up off of you.
>You shiver as she does, her warmth running across your still sensitive member.
>Your length slides out of her with a slight pop, causing you to groan lightly.
>She lets out a giggle, licking your cheek before turning around.
>You look over at her, and in response she shakes her tail at you.
>She’s still winking at you, possibly even more than before.
>Her hole is practically drenched, and that, mixed with your juices now leaking out of her, is enough to get you standing at attention once again.
>She looks back at you with a grin, burying her face down and sticking her ass up.
>She spreads a cheek with her hoof, shaking the goods at you.
>”I know you’ve got more than that in you, Nonny...”
>You shakily sit up, still somewhat exhausted from round one.
>But for some reason the sight you find yourself gazing upon is enough to get you moving.
>More than enough, actually.
>You get to your knees, shuffling over to Pinkie.
>You adjust yourself, placing your member in between her cheeks as you give them a light squeeze.
>She lets out a squeal of surprise, followed by a giggle.
>You give her a little smile, squeezing a little harder as you hotdog her.
>She gives another few light moans before piping up. “Y-You tease, c’mon a-already...”
>Leaning on top of her, you prop yourself up against the nearby stool, so as not to crush her.
>You gently nibble her ear, making her shiver.
>You can just barely make out the deep shade of red covering her pink fur.
>Looks like that’s one of her sensitive points.
>You quietly whisper to her.
“You want it in the front or back door?”