>Day ? in Equestria
>You’ve been lusting after Pinkie Pie for weeks now, though you suspect the party-planning pony princess is either completely asexual or denser than a wad of iron
>At least, she took the naked photos and love poems you sent her as merely a friendly joke
>No matter
>You’ll be taking your sweet, bubblegum-flavored prize by any means necessary
>You  knock on the door to Sugarcube Corner in the early afternoon, and are promptly answered by the mature mare proprietor
>”Oh, hello there! Pinkie Pie’s in her room, need me to call for her?”
“There’ll be no need, Mrs. Cake. She’s expecting me.”
>Lies won’t matter when Pinkie’ll be your rapturous sex-buddy in a matter of minutes
>Stomping up to her room, you knock on the door.
>”Oh hey there –“
“Pinkie Pie, I’ve got an AMAZING secret to tell you!”
>You step into the room and close the door behind you, the beautiful mare’s eyes vibrant with sparkles of excitement
>”OH! I love secrets! What is it? Can ya tell me? ‘Cause then it wouldn’t be secret anymore unless you wanted me to keep it too and then we’d BOTH –“
>You kneel down to the three-foot pony, taking her cheeks in your hands, and kiss her,
>your tongue roaming inside her mouth as you taste those pale raspberry lips that’d brought you such joy over these past months
>Too dumbfounded to react, Pinkie stands stunned as you exult in the passion of your stolen smooch,
>before breaking off and staring deeply into the happiest and most jubilant eyes in Ponyville
“There’s my secret, Pinkie. I, uhh… kinda like you.”
>Snapping back to attention, Pinkie Pie doesn’t display any hostility or shock, but nor does she reveal happiness or indicate assent.
>”Gosh… really?” Her expression becomes a beaming grin as she processes your admission in the Tzeenchian labyrinths of her mind
“Uhh… yeah. That’s what the letters were a-“
>”OH BOY! Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh-“
>She slams you over and bounces on top of your chest repeatedly,
>before you push her off and clutch your chest in searing pain
>She gets up and stands upside-down over your head
>”This is *so* cool! Does this make you my coltfriend?” She pauses for a second, and blinks in thought.
>”Wait a minute, but you’re”
“I’m your BOYfriend, Pinkie. If you want me to be.”
>”WOO-HOO!” She extracts a party horn from her person and blows it,  as confetti rains from her ceiling
>She’s so fucking adorable and perfect that you grab her by the shoulders and throw her down, kissing her yet again
>This time she responds in force, and the two of you slather your tongues together like happy idiots
>Still, though, this passion has aroused undeniable lust in the both of you, as you see her cheeks redden and feel her breath grow labored
>Extracting your tongue from her mouth, you plant kisses along her cheeks, exploring her neck and shoulders with your lips,
>as you bring your excitable new marefriend to a series of girlish shudders under your touch
>her short, soft coat is wonderful to feel, and for all her antics, very fragrant and fresh
>you nuzzle your face into it, provoking a laugh from the joyous pony as you continue to explore her body
>Slowly and slowly, though, you’re making your way lower, and her laughing is growing quieter and more timid over time
>Exploring her belly, you come across tiny, inconspicuous nipples, and tickle each in turn in your downward descent
>Pinkie’s all but squeaking short gasps of excitement at every stimulation of her sensitive areas
>As you gently rub your hands along her body, you lower to  her thighs, and your coveted prize –
>the puffy, lightly pigmented folds of your new love’s sex
>You feel a strange compulsion to glom onto it and suck deeply, but her probable screech would shatter glass,
>not to mention attract the attention of her landlords and bosses
>Instead, you lightly stroke at her thighs, nuzzling the inside of her back legs as low moans are drawn from her throat
>soon enough you’re massaging around her crotch in earnest,
>torturing the both of you with your hesitation
>Time to claim your prize
>You unfurl your tongue, aiming at the base of her pussy,
>and draw it up along her folds in a slow, sloppy, languid lick
>She’s silent aside from low, deep pants as you taste her sopping sweetness,
>coming in for a second taste as you merely satisfy your own pent-up urges
>Eventually, though, you’ve had your fill, and you get to the task of truly satisfying Pinkie as well as she deserves
>Gently teasing out the tiny button of her clit, you flick it with the lightest of touches with your tongue,
>sending Pinkie Pie into a quiet, high-pitched squeal of pleasure
>She’s leaking like a mare in heat by this point, and you take a pause to lick up some of her lubricants,
>sweet and pleasant on your tongue as every part of her has been
>Rewarding her for this delicious snack, you drag the entire surface of your tongue over her clit,
>earning a shudder of overpowering sensation from your pink subject
>no more fooling around, time to make this mare cum her brains out
>settling your mouth over the top of her cunt, you gently suckle her with light and steady contractions of your tongue and cheeks,
>while bringing your hand to her sex, slathering it in marejuice before prodding a finger into her sopping hole
>her legs stretch even farther apart than you’d imagined possible,
>so you slide in your middle finger, and pump her pussy in tandem with sucking her clitoris,
>dragging your fingers up the anterior surface of her walls while massaging her button with your tongue
>on and on, she continues to pant and moan, clutching your head, but showing no other signs of cognizance
>As your ceaseless pumping and sucking and licking advances, she’s flooded a small area of her carpeting
>Oh well
>Next time you’ll bring a plastic sheet or something to position her on so you can clean it up without a trace
>Down your throat
>As these depraved cum-guzzling fantasies distract you, you notice the telltale signs of an imminent climax
>Ceaselessly and consistently, you never stop or change your technique,
>strengthening your synchronous pumping and sucking while Pinkie Pie loses her mind
>after you've sped up to a furious tempo, she squeals, her abdomen convulsing,
>and her pussy convulsing around your fingers as the waves of a furious orgasm wash over her,
>and a fresh flood of marecum floods the ground beneath you
>Greedily you reach down to clean up her mess as best you can, drinking in Pinkie's warm goo of ecstasy as she recovers from her climax
>You really should devise a solution to getting all of this into your mouth as quickly as possible
>Still, when you've finished, you look up to the rapturous pony and find her eyes lidded,
>a gigantic, dopey grin spreading from chin to chin, her panting tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth
>Extracting yourself from her thighs, you crawl up to her, taking her head in your hands and kissing deeply,
>bathing her own tongue in the fluids of her orgasm
>”Wow… Rainbow Dash was right, girls *do* taste good!”
“They sure do, Pinkie.”