Title:           Pinkie / Anon thing
Author:          shiftyeyes
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/3XQ3b3qB
First Edit:      Sunday 11th of May 2014 10:29:56 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 11th of May 2014 10:29:56 AM CDT

'Sloppy seconds? Away with thee: I want to serve Pinkie Pie's nasty nineteenth helping of creamy, creamy frosting.'
 
>Pinkie pants, her tongue forming a drool puddle on the varnished floor
>her forehoof shakes as it explores the wake left by the previous owner, a fierce-looking Earth pony
>she shakily gins, lifting her head to inspect her cum-slick hoof, before making eye contact
>'Number nineteen - you're next, Anon.'
 
>another pony abruptly pulls your underclothing away
>what the fuck man
>he shrugs - what a strange thing for a pony to do - before nodding at Pinkie
>who is looking you up and down critically
>lil'Anon is saying hi
>Pinkie giggles, winks, and blows a kiss
>'Any time, handsome.'
 
>alright then
>Pinkie grunts as she first kneels, then rolls onto her side
>she lifts her legs into the air, 'bicycling', before meeting your gaze between them and giggling again
>'You do this all weird and mixed-up, anon.'
>uh
>what
>you kneel, planting your hands beside her hips
>she wriggles in anticipation, reaching up and licking your nose
>her eyes, big and blue, say everything
 
>Pinkie's head lolls backward as you enter, gently pushing past her-
>whoa.
>a strangled 'glrk' escapes her, before she raises her head again
>'Anon...'
>eighteen ponies' worth, huh?
>you're no stranger to ponies, but this is - holy-
>Pinkie's hips tilt upward, meeting your angle perfectly
>as you withdraw, semen from the previous pony pooling around your dick
>your second thrust is more forceful, lubricated perfectly with Pinkie's party
>'Ohhhh, he's a big one...', she moans, again resting her head on the floor
>you grasp her firm, meaty thighs and settle into a rhythm
>Pinkie groans and winks, a vulgar squelch that forces more semen swirling around you
>it coats your length, making a firm slap as you are able to fully hilt inside her
>she inhales sharply, clutching at nothing as Pinkie releases
>her thighs clench and kick in your grasp
>'-Gaaaah-'
>stale hay and cumsmell
>she came.
 
>her barrel rises and falls as she gasps for breath
>with a snort, she places a hoof on your chest
>'...I'm done, Anon'
>you grip her toned, Earth pony hindlegs in a bearhug before releasing into her
>she reflexively grasps you, swelling around your load
>her leg twitches as you blankly kiss the top of her hoof, to a tired giggle
>a final squelch as you dismount, efforts mixing with those of the other ponies
>there's a shuffle behind you: number twenty is being prepared