>Wow, Anon!
>Cool
>ur in 'questria
>Twilight Mengele Sparkle turns u into horse
>cool shit
>u look in mirror
>wow hot stuff, turn it down a notch
>u go into town
>every horse like u
>really like u
>cool
>u like them liking u
 
>u go into cafe and get a huge fuckin pink cupcake up ur bum
>u never knew pinkie had a dick before
>cool
>this was a happy day for anon
 
>You go into Sugarcube Corner.
>Stroll through the door, waving your fluffy butt around with every step.
>The crowd that was following you moments later seems to have stopped outside.
>Ten, fifteen, twenty ponies just staring into the cafe, not moving or making a single noise.
>What's going on?
>You thought you'd have a cupcake on the house today, or at least that somepony'd pay for you.
 
"Why'd you guys stop?"
 
>"We don't wanna get into trouble with Pinkie!"
>Somebody from the crowd cries out.
 
>Uh, what?
"Uh, what?"
>"Everypony knows Pinkie likes fillies!"
>Some colt says.
 
>What's wrong with that?
>Maybe she just wants to be a mom.
>"Yeah, ”likes“ them a little too much."
>Oh.
>The crowd starts backing off even further.
>Oh.
>Then you hear it.
>The voice, cracking yoir eardrums like chalk on glass, forcefully dragging chills across your spine, comes from somepony right behind you.
>"Oh hey, Anon! Wanna cupcake?"
>Absolutely horrifying.
>You swallow your fears and turn around.
 
"S-sure thing, Ponk."
>"What's up, Anon? You're sweating a little too much."
>Oh shit.
>Uuuh.
>Anon, think.
"Um, it's hot outside, and I'm not used to the fur and all, you know, and I thought to myself, «Wow, Anon, I would sure love me a cool refreshing cupcake right about now!», you know, Ponk?"
 
>"Oh yeah, I know exactly what you're talking about, Anon!"
"Yeeeah."
>The most painful third second of silence passes.
>Pinkie's smile never left her face, even though her eyes weren't smiling.
 
>"You wanna get out of here?"
>Hmmmm--
"YES!"
>You speedwalk past Pank and drag her by her hoof with you.
>You jump over the actually pretty small counter and go into the backroom.
>Pinkie follows you and closes the door.
>You both let out a sigh of relief.
>After another minute of silence in the hot, unventilated storage room, you finally say what has been on your mind since you met Ponk.
"Sooo... You like fillies, dontcha?"
>Pinkie's eyes darted around the room for a second, looking for somethig to draw attention to.
>Once she realised that there was literally nothing in the storage room apart from you, Pinkie and the door, she gave in.
>"No."
>Yeah, right.
"Well then it just makes everything better, doesn't it?"
>You puff your belly fluff and strut forward towards Pinkie and her inevitable >rape.
 
>"An-anon, what are you doing?"
>Pinkie froze in horror while you were waggling your pony bum closer to her, asserting your dominant position in the closet.
>You jump and grab Pänk by her neck, pressing your now sweaty and ready for action chest fluff into her muzzle.
>Once you're satisfied with the shade of red her face develops, you slide down a little and give her nose bridge a long lick, paying extra attention to breathing into her face as much as possible, but also to enjoying Pink's heavy exhales into your neck too.
>"C-can w-we stop?"
>Stop begging, Pie.
>It only makes my mental dick harder.
 
>You feel your developing foalhood throb with excitement.
>Your lower half demands attention, and lots of it.
>It needs to be pleased, and here you've got just the pony for the job.
"Ponk."
>"Y-yea?"
>That soft of a voice isn't what you expected to come out of that horse, but whatever.
"I need you to help me."
 
>Good job being a cryptic fuck, Anon.
>Stop being so stereotypical.
>"Help you with what?"
>Pinkie, still buried under insane amounts of filly fluff, was now red instead of pink.
>Add some black spiky hair and she'd look like your OC.
"Show me what you've got."
>You slide down her with your tongue still firm on her fur, leaving a trail of saliva across her neck and chest.
>And a puddle of mare juice on the floor, as you observed.
 
>Why are you doing this?
>Is there a reason?
>You don't even know.
>Probably because [an anon] told you so.
 
>You turn around, driven by your instincts, and await for the pony to make her move.
>Not even a second later you feel Pinkie's same heavy breaths with your sensitive mareparts.
>You feel something move back there by itself, opening your little virgin hole up for Pinkie to do whatever she wants.
>You feel so gay that you don't even care about anything at this point.
 
>You turn around, driven by your instincts, and await for the pony to make her move.
>Not even a second later you feel Pinkie's same heavy breaths with your sensitive mareparts.
>You feel something move back there by itself, opening your little virgin hole up for Pinkie to do whatever she wants.
>You feel so gay that you don't even care about anything at this point.
 
>You let out a yelp of suprise when Pinkie's cold muzzle sticks itself right into your snatch and takes a deep SNIFF.
>The rush of air past your insides gets you even hotter than before, and you close your eyes to focus only on feeling.
>An eternity passes before the pony finally lets her tongue do the work it's made to do, and that's licking filly ponuts.
>The feeling of a rough tongue rubbing against you like sandpaper drives you crazy, but still leaves you wanting more and more.
>You can't keep yourself from moaning a little when Pie makes bigger strides with her tongue across your marehood; you never even imagined you being able to produce such noises, but there you go.
>It really does feel great being on the receiving end of the intercorse, doesn't it?
>Not that you were ever involved in such things, your human form was still a proud virgin, even with cock-hungry horses prancing about.
>Well, at least now you have a new chance to be an alpha.
>Relatively.
 
 
>Then, Pinkie stops.
>You were mere moments away from your climax, you needed just a couple more minutes of stimulation.
>Pinkie threw herself over your bent over position, resting her front legs over your shoulders.
>W-what's going on?
>"I told you to not get me started, Anon."
>You feel something really big right outside your entrance.
>It pushes towards you, rubbing you in just the right ways.
>It makes a couple more movements, and you definitely feel it slightly enter you.
>You can't wait any more.
>You step from leg to leg, nudging yourself back a couple more centimetres.
>Now it's really pressing against you.
>One more nudge and you'll--
 
>"Here it goes!"
>Pinkie makes a firm thrust forwards, ripping you apart, and almost filling you till the end in one big and agonizing blow; it hurt more than you anticipated, but the pain quickly went away for another more feeling to take hold of you.
>You feel pleasure rush over you, and you fall off the edge of the cliff you were just barely hanging onto just moments before.
 
>Your body starts shaking in ways you never experienced, your legs stop obeying you, and all muscles in your body begin shaking from the inside, like swarms of little worms were trying to eat their way out, dying to get to the outside.
>Seconds later (which felt like hours) you feel Pinkie filling you to the top with huge amounts of cum, exactly what you needed.
>She fell onto you, transferring all her weight, or just falling, and taking you with her.
>And there you are, in the dark of the storage room, with Pinki--
 
>Thsi was a happy day for Anun!
>kek
>u get out cafe and go outside
 
>The dim light from the houses diffusing through the streets lit up your way.
>Your aching legs didn't wanna budge to your command, but you were barely able to move them where you wanted them to be.
>Your filly snatch, rubbing against your thighs, leaked cum along your way, which then mixed in with the dirt and sand of the streets, glimmering along with the twilight sky.
 
>then u go to twilight and call her a bithc and go sleep
>but before that
>u say
"Cool"
 
>Wow, Anon!