"Trix, how the hell did you keep your voice after the throat-fucking I just gave you?">"Sword swallowing," the boisterous blue mare winks.
"Sword swallowing.">"That's what Trixie just said."
"That's both varieties of sword, right?">"Not before last night~"
"Ah, good to know.">"So, who's your next mark going to be, mister hoarse fucker?"
"Haven't really decided yet. I--">You stop in your tracks.
"Wait a minute, Trix. You're not gonna tag along for this, are you?">"Of course Trixie is! Trixie is thoroughly intrigued by the exploits of the Virile and Avaricious Anonymous!"
"Look, if you wanted another dicking, you just had to ask.">"Don't be silly! Trixie will have plenty of time for that, later tonight!"
"Uhh…">"No, I want to see you put that voice-slaying blade of yours to good use around Ponyville!"
"What are you, a pimp now?">"A what?"
"Nevermind. Just tell me who you had in mind.">"Pinkie Pie," she sneers.
"Pinkie? You mean, super pink, hyper as hell, crowd pleaser extraordinaire, possible town bike, Pinkie?">"Correct on all counts, except the last one."
"Well, you could've fooled me.">"Trust me, Anonymous," Trixie says, pulling herself up to whisper into your ear. "Trixie has it on good authority that she has been craving release for years, now!"
"What, she a Catholic, or something?">"Worse, a rock farmer.">Ooh, yeah, that's even worse.
"And let me guess, the throat doesn't count?">"W-well, I… may also wish to see if there is a way to truly keep that one quiet.">You just roll your eyes.>"Wh-what was that all about?"
"Oh, nothing, O Wise and Self-Aware Trixie.">"Precisely!" she beams.>Yeah, someone's getting the five dollar footlong, tonight.
"Just don't interrupt my magic, all right, bluey?">"B-'Bluey'?!"
"Bluey. You. Ix-nay the terr-upt-iays.">With Trixie thoroughly confused, you continue on into Ponyville, inbound to Sugarcube Corner.>Somewhere along the line, Trixie peeled off into the crowds, off to do God only knows what.>Probably take pictures.>Yeah, your money's on pictures.>Whatever.>Instead of just entering through the front door, you Spider-Man your way up the conveniently placed vines, hanging down Pinkie's window.>Of course, nobody pays the sight of a tall green man potentially committing a crime any mind.>Ponies rule.>You get the window open, climb inside, and check the clock.>2:13.>Pinkie always shoots back into her room at 2:15, to feed lil' Gummy.>Why she told you that detail, you will never know.>Still, you take the time to strip down to just your tighty whities, and take cover behind the door.>Right on cue, it flies open.>"Gummy! You ready for your 2:15 feeding?!">You slam the door shut behind her, the instant she heads to the other side of the room.>"Huoowwwaaaat?!"
"Heya, Pinkie! You doing fantabulous this fine day?!">"Am I ever! Wait, how'd you get in here? Oh wait, was it the conveniently placed vines hanging outside my window?"
"The most conveniently placed of vines!">"I know, right?! Also, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to tell you that you've won a grand prize!">"I have?!"
"Yes, you have!">"Woohoo! What prize, whatprizewhatprizewhatprize?!"
"A big, creamy Twinkie!">"EEEEEEEEEEEE! OHMYGOSHI'MSOEXCITEDWOOOOOO! What's a Twinkie?">Deathly silence reigned across the room.
"Y-you don't know what a T-Twinkie is?">"Is it good?"
"Is it ever! Let me show you!">In a single fluid motion, your Wojak-print undies are removed and slingshot off to the side, where they land on top of Gummy.>Pinkie gasps, and it's not the excited kind of gasp, either.
"The most perfect of finger cakes, with the bestest cream filling ever to come outta Illinois!">Aw, no, don't start crying, Ponko, please.>Damn it, there she goes, crying a literal waterfall.>"I'm soo-ho-ho-reeeeeee! I can't! I have to stay pu-hu-huuuuure!"
"Why would you put snack cakes up the ole baby maker?">The realization hits her, like the ton of bricks that just fell out of her mane.
"C'mon, El Ponko," you coo, flexing your Hostess® brand signature confection for her to see.
"Pony God won't hate you for a little taste, any more than human God will!">Something snaps in her noggin, you can see it in her eyes.>Then, before you even realize what happened, she grabs you and throws you against a conveniently padded spot of ceiling, where you then bounce off and onto a conveniently placed bed, conveniently landing on your back.>How convenient!>Zipping right against your crotch, as speeds that would make Sonic jealous, is none other than The Pink One, lapping at your schlong like a speed-addicted camel lapping at a creamsicle.>And she looks about as thirsty, to boot.>"Gimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimme!">Then, she swallows your cock whole in one go, groaning in time with you as it pokes the back of her throat.>Now, you've had the succ before, many times.>Quick succ, tongue succ, even Venezuelan Economic Recovery succ before.>But this girl?>She was taking it to the base each time, curling her tongue around you, and creating more suction than Noo-Noo during a cocaine binge.>Th-this power…>C-can it be?>The legendary 「U L T R A S U C C」?!>You, who prides yourself on your guaranteed five-minute finishes, are about to clock out at two.>You lie there, powerless against the might of the Great Pink One's 「U L T R A S U C C」, your finish screaming closer and closer.>You finally can't take it any more, grasping her head and slamming it down as far as it'll go, painting her throat white with one of the bigger loads you've ever blown.>She's all too happy to gulp it all down, quickly moving on to cleaning you up.>"that was amazing, nonny!">Oh, my God.>She did lose her voice!>Guess even the 「U L T R A S U C C」 is no match for the mighty hoarse fucker!>Off to the side, you see Gummy shooting you the Stare of Approval℠.>Man, what a bro.