>Day Sugar Rush in Equestria
>Be Anon
>Wake up
>Squat, bathe, trim
>Decide that you will stay out all day so that FlutterShutter can't bother you with mindless guessing games
>You would never have relations with a pony
>You head to the local bakery
>Pinkie Pie is standing around by the register
PP: Hey, Anon! How ya doing!?
>She waves her hoof to you
A: Oh, hey, Pinkie. I'm good, you?
PP: I'm as fine as peach wine!
>She follows her own rhyme by presenting you a glass of something peach
A: Are you drinking on the job?
>Pinkie looks around
PP: Oh, I'm not working today
A: Oh, well, that's a different story!
>You take the offered glass in your hand and swig the brew
>It is slightly bitter, slightly sweet, and all around peach
>You admire such a fine wine from someone like Pinkie Pie
A: This is pretty good. Thanks, Pinkie
PP: Oh, don't thank me. I was talking to Fluttershy the other day and she said she had a whole casket just lying around because you didn't like it and she over purchased so much at the farmer's market and now she needed some coin to by a whip and 12 pounds of butter!
>You barely understood a thing in that sentence
A: That's nice, Pinkie
>You take another sip
>Pinkie brandishes her own glass now and drinks with you
PP: To fun friends having fun times with friends!
A: Hear, hear!
>You toast with Pinkie Pie and both continue to sip
>The wine seems to be headier
A: Hey, Pinkie... does thish stuff taste... really peachy?
>Pinkie hiccuped and let out a small laugh
PP: Oh, Anon *hic*, everything'sh peachy with you
>You laugh for a moment
>Pinkie sure is adorable
>You look to her
>She looks back
>Your eyes lock in place
>You feel overcome with a need to be by Pinkie Pie's side
>The thought of being away from her hurts you deep inside
A: P-Pinkie... would... you be... my special someone?
>Pinkie grins a wide, sloppy grin
PP: Oh, Anon~, yesh
>You can barely think straight
>A thousand Pinkie Pies gallop through your mind
A: I have a special someone...
>Pinkie sighs
PP: I have a special somep0ny
>You both sigh and draw closer to each other
A: Pinkie, you're so soft and cuddly-wuddly
>Pinkie laughs as you stroke her mane
PP: Anon, your fingers are so strong.... *sigh* I have a special somep0ny
>You lose yourself in her springy mane
>You pull her muzzle in and touch your lips to her own
>It is a deep, passionate kiss and you feel Pinkie's broad tongue probing your mouth
>The kiss breaks with a small popping sound and you stare at each other again
PP: Anon, I want to be... your special somep0ny forever
A: Forever?
PP For-eh-ver!
>Pinkie pins you by your shoulders to the hard floor
>You easily fall back, too relaxed to care
>She plants kisses down your face and neck as you undo your shirt buttons
PP: Anon, you're so kissably sweet *giggle*
>Pinkie fans your crotch with her tail
A: Pinkie... Pinkie Pie, I love you...
>You can't control your feelings in the slightest
PP: M-me too
>Your shirt slides off and your pants unfasten with extreme speed
PP: You're no slowpoke when it comes to pokin'
>She giggles and you laugh along
>This wine, man, this fukken wine
>Pinkie leans in and whispers into your ear
PP: I want your foals in me... I want it so~ bad
A: Anything for my special someone...
>Your member stands tall as Pinkie lowers herself on you
>Her body is a raging fire
A: Ah... Pinkie
>You move as best you can, but Pinkie has the top for now
>She pistons her powerful hips onto you again and again
>You can hear her thighs beating you into the wooden floor
>Her mouth closes with you again
>Her hot tongue and heavenly thighs send shocks throughout your body
>With a few more expert thrusts, you're spilling your batter deep inside her oven
PP: Oh, Ahh~, oh yes-s-s! My cookies are -so- done
>Pinkie writhes in ecstasy on your lap while her sex milks you for every ounce of energy you have
>By some miracle, or perhaps the wine, you are still ready for more
PP: T-hat was great, Anon. Mhmm, I love you...
>You grab hold of her flanks and maneuver Pinkie onto her side
>The floor feels so cold under your boiling body
A: Pinkie Pie... I... I need this
>She smiles and sighs
PP: It can't be helped
>You ram her delicate, little flank for what feels like hours
>Every -in- scorches you with its heat and draws you deep with its vice-like gripping
>Every -out- exposes you to the cool air and makes you beg to be in again
>After so long, you finally come to a powerful orgasm
>You slam into your lover's raw, red flank and force more seed deep inside
PP: Oh, ohh~, Anon, I love this... I love you...
A: I love you... my special someone...
>You collapse in exhaustion with your bodies joined tightly
>You awake sometime later to the sound of sirens and you're lying on a stretcher
A: W-What happened? Where am I?
Medic: Sir, you fainted after being poisoned
A: Poisoned? By who?
M: We don't know, sir, but we do know that you ingested a large dose of Love Poison in the company of a pink filly
A: Oh... OK, that sounds plausible. Wait, Pinkie Pie? Is she alright?
M: She's fine, sir. -She- didn't push herself so hard
>You hear a few laughs from the other medical personnel in the room
>What the devil are they talking abou-
>You are still naked
>You smell like mare-sweat and shame
A: I, uh, I'd like to keep this confidential
M: We would too, however, we only got to you in time thanks to a fairly public scream of shock and terror from some patrons at the bakery. So, yeah
>You'll be known far and wide in this land of Equestria as a horse-fucker now
>Did you do everything you could to make sure this wouldn't happen?
>You suppose not
>But, alas, you take comfort in knowing that Pinkie Pie is physically safe
>And you didn't even end up
>Fucking Fluttershy