Title:           Anon's cute manhood, part 3 [Clop] (Pinkie Pie)
Author:          Uh-hmmm
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First Edit:      Monday 23rd of June 2014 12:36:39 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 23rd of June 2014 12:36:39 AM CDT

> You return to the spa, and wash off your arm in the bathroom sink.
> On your way to your usual massage room, you are yanked into the supply closet.
> You turn on the lights to find the shelves draped with streamers, a cake on one of the shelves, several cups of punch, and Pinkie Pie under a banner that reads, "Welcome to Ponyville Anon Jr.!"
> "Surprise! Oooh, I'm just so happy that I can welcome a new friend to Ponyville!"
> ...
"You do know that Anon Jr. is my dick, right?"
> "Well, duh~, that's why it's just you and me and lil' anon in a closet!"
> She probably isn't implying what you think she is implying.
"Wow, what a great party! I'd sure love to stay and have fun, but I have to work, so-"
> "Silly Nonykins, I got the okay from your boss for the whooole thing! Like I would let something like a job stop ponies from partying."
"Oh. Right then."
> Pinkie makes a show of looking around, but the closet is barely big enough for two ponies.
> "But where is the guest of honor? I don't see him anywhere, and we can hardly start without Anon Jr.!"
> You aren't sure if that was clever or stupid.
"Give it up, Pinkie. You just want to see my dick."
> She shakes her head in a blur of pink.
> "Nuh-uh, I want to throw a party for your dick!"
> What little resistance you had crumples. > Pinkie is pretty good at throwing parties, and you find yourself curious about what she has planned.
> You drop your pants for the second time today.
> Anon Jr. bounces up to attention, still hard from your session with Applejack.
> "Oh there you are, Anon Jr.! First, everyone needs a hat."
> She works quickly, donning hers, then putting one on your head, and attaching a small hat to your cock.
"Did Rarity supply you with that?"
> She giggles.
> "Of course not, that's from my personal supply. Now, it's time for the cake!"
> She lites the single candle, and tugs the cake a little closer to the edge of the shelf.
> "Alright, Anon Jr. Make a wish!"
> I wish for a kiss from Celestia.
> Like that'd happen.
> You inhale, ready to blow out the candle.
> Pinkie puts a hoof on your mouth.
> "Hold it right there, mister! This is Anon Jr.'s cake, and he's going to blow out the candle."
> You try to reply, but it's muffled by her hoof.
> What are you supposed to do, pee on the candle?
> ...
> Oh.
> You begin stroking yourself, and Pinkie turns her manic attention to your efforts.
> You are helped along by the fact that Pinkie is almost pressed up against you in a small closet, looking at your cock.
> You pick up the pace, your other hand on Pinkie Pie's shoulder to steady yourself.
> You climax, splattering the candle and some of the cake with your spunk.
> The flame fizzles out, and Pinkie takes her hoof off your mouth.
"I'm not going to eat those parts."
> Pinkie grins.
> "More for me!"
> She plucks the cum-coated candle with her teeth, and flings it into a corner somewhere.
> You feel vaguely sorry for whoever is going to clean up in here later.
> Pinkie cuts two slices of the unsullied parts of the cake, and sets them on little plates.
> She then gobbles up the rest of the cake, cum and all.
> You eat your slice, bemused by the odd eroticism of it all.
> It really is some good cake, sweet and creamy, with a banana undertone.
> When you're finished, Pinkie taps you on the arm.
> "Anon Jr. hasn't had any cake. Won't you give him some?"
"Uh, like this?"
> You prod the unfrosted side of the cake, and your dick comes away with some crumbs stuck to it.
> "Silly, that's not how cocks eat cake! Let me show you, it's easy!"
> She takes your manhood and presses it into the frosting on top, then through the moist body of the cake.
> You have to admit, it feels kinda nice, if messy.
> She pulls it back out, then puts it through another part of the slice.
> When your cock is returned to you, it's covered in frosting and cake crumbs, and is fully recovered from "blowing" out the candle.
"I think Anon Jr. is full, now."
> Pinkie nods happily.
> "Me too! I hope you don't mind, Anonynohnymoanymoose, but I combined the presents and the games! Dicks are hard to shop for."
"Sure? What do you have in mind?"
> She turns her back to you, and sets her forehooves high up on the wall.
> The party pony looks over her shoulder at you with a grin.
> "Pin the mare to the wall!"
> Her tail twitches out of the way, and your heart beats much faster.
"First, let me clean off Anon Jr., he's a little messy to be playing that game."
> Pinkie shakes her head vigorously.
> "He's just messy enough to play, I think!"
> Kinky damn horses.
> You swipe a dollop of frosting in your hand, and step up behind her.
> You smear it onto her lower lips, and some of it is carried away by a drip from her folds.
> "It looks so tasty, I'm already drooling, heehee!"
> You bring your frosting coated fingers to her mouth, as you position yourself at her entrance with your other hand.
> She sucks on your fingers greedily, humming in appreciation of the taste.
> You thrust your hips, your cake-armored cock sliding into her well lubricated pussy.
> She pushes your fingers out of her mouth with her tongue, then says,
> "Enjoy yourself, Nonykins! This is your present to play with however you want!"
> You weren't aware you could get harder, but here you are, like a metaphoric rock from her home farm.
> She suckles at your fingers some more as you pound her, and you are happy to let her.
> You reach up your other hand and plunge even more fingers into her mouth.
> Frosting mingles with marecum and falls to the ground, dislodged by your lustful pumping.
> Pinkie's mouth is wedged open as you grip her lower jaw and cheeks in your hands, using your hold for an extra bit of leverage.
> Drool falls from her mouth onto her heaving chest, and she tries to giggle, but it comes out as a lower, more sensual series of grunts.
> Her tongue passionately laps at your fingers, twisting and stretching to taste it all.
> You feel yourself nearing your edge, and lean in close to her ear.
"I'm going to spill my batter deep inside your oven."
> That does it. Pinkie moans, her hips bucking instinctively as her walls close around you.
> You manage a few more pumps, followed by a deep thrust.
> Your sperm pours out deep inside, mixed with frosting, cake, and marecum.
> You release your hold on her mouth, and pull out of her.
> The four-fold mixture spills from her pussy, puddling between her legs.
> She giggles and snorts as she works her jaw to get some feeling back.
> "Batter in my oven, that's a good one, Nonykins!  So, did you and junior have fun?"
> You slap her ass playfully.
"Of course we did. We played the best game known to ponykind with the best party pony."
> Pinkie turns to you and nuzzles your neck.
> "That's so sweet! I had a lot of fun too, maybe we can do this again next year! A Juniorversary!"
> You squeeze her up in a quick hug.
"Sounds like a plan."
> After a bit, she sends you back to work, so that she can clean up the mess you two made.
> As you close the door, you catch a glimpse of her licking up the puddle of cum and frosting.
> Damn kinky, mare