A/N: Open this Ponymon background music in a new tab for the "full effect."

Or some porno jazz, it's your call.

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“It was a sunny day in Ponyville—no really, Gummy, it was! I was stalking—I mean helping Dash by following her in the bushes. I knew how much she loved being my Ponymon last year, and I was determined to catch—I mean help her become champion this year,” Pinkie narrated.

Dash turned around on the road and stared at the only bush nearby with a pink tail. “Pinkie! I know you’re stalking me, just cut it out, okay?”

“You must have the wrong bush, Dash. My name is uh. . . Greenly Bushington”

“If you don’t cut it out, I’ll capture you this year! Then we’ll see how much fun you have in a sadism ball!”

The pink tailed bush giggled, and Pinkie bounced out. “Oh, Dash, sadism balls are so much more fun than net balls or latex balls. The Ponymon ball can only make you live out your fantasies, you kinky little lynx. I even saved your ponymon ball from last year!” Pinkie held out a pink Ponymon ball decorated with icing and sprinkles on it.

Dash cringed, and gestured to her belt. It held one Ponymon on it: Scootaloo. “I’m not spending two months having orgasms while you cut me up, bake me into cupcakes, eat me, and then poop me out into a warm pile of—” Dash felt herself getting noticeably wet down there. “Damn it, Pinkie! Your stupid fantasies have ruined my sex life!”

“Hehe, okie dokie lokie. I’ll be watching, Dashie Cake, and if anypony else tries to capture you I’m gonna knock ‘em upside the head and steal you for myself!”

Pinkie dove back into the bush, vanishing completely.

Dash walked over and kicked the bush, finding it was now empty. “How in the hell?!”

With a loud moan, Dash turned around and walked back down the road.

“Dash, wait!” a voice shouted out.

“So help me I’m gonna beat the sno—”

“Dash! You forgot something!” Twilight interrupted.

Dash turned around and sighed in relief. “Whew, it’s just you.”

“Who else would it be?”

Dash’s eyelid twitched and for a moment, she flashed back to a dimly lit basement. “N-nopony. Uh, what is it?”

“Oh, you forgot your Ponymon gear!” Twilight pulled out a rectangular pad, with red and white coloring, and handed it to her. “It contains the Equestrian Ponydex. Right now it only has the one hundred fifty one Ponyville region Ponymon in it.”

Dash laughed and waved a hoof in the air. “I don’t need any of that egghead stuff.”

“Really? It’s got a complete glossary of specialty Ponymon balls, Ponymon strengths and weaknesses, and several settings to allow you to adjust the bondage and mind contro—er mind contentment settings of the Ponymon balls.”

“Wait, what was that last one?” Dash asked.

“Contentment, that’s happiness.” Twilight giggled nervously.

“Before that.”

“Bondage?”

“After that and before contentment?”

“Look, do you want it or not? I even installed some fun apps on it! This one flips a coin, and this one lets you write a note. Unfortunately, it doesn’t save the note and the screen is really tiny. Oh, and this one is a clock!”

Dash rolled her eyes. “Wow, how will I ever live without it?”

Twilight grinned and walked up closer to her and whispered. “It also has a map, and I took extra care to label some good hiding places. I don’t want anypony to capture you before you make it to the Elite Whores. I’m going to be the first of the four master Ponymon trainers this year, and I’m going to capture you personally.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine I’ll take it.” Dash grabbed it out of her hooves and shoved it in her saddlebag. “But this year, it’s going to be me that catches everypony. I’m going to build my own harem, with blackjack, and alcohol! In fact, forget the blackjack!”

Twilight smiled. “I look forward to it.”

After she lit her horn and teleported away, Dash turned and started walking back towards Sweet Apple Acres. She was just about to reach the top of the final hill before the orchard came in view.

“Well, if it isn’t My Little Dashie,” Lightning Dust said.

“Damn it! What is it with you ponies? Can’t I walk a hundred yards in peace? Must you always remind me of all that Celestia-awful pony fiction Lyra is always writing?”

“Quite the temper you have there.” Dust jumped off the cloud she was lounging on and flew down next to Dash. “I was going to give you some friendly advice. Now, I think I’ll just teach you a lesson in respect for your betters.”

“Hah!” Dash turned her red cap backwards, and jabbed a hoof into Dust’s chest. “Name the time and the place and I’ll kick your flank all over again, just like at the Academy!”

Lightning Dust turned her back and walked away. “I don’t want to race you, or capture you.”

Dash raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Then what? Do you expect me to talk?”

Without turning to face Dash, a grin crossed Dust’s face. “No, Dash, I expect you to fry! Cloud Kicker, use thunderbolt!”

There was a loud crack from the cloud above that Dust had been sleeping on. A bolt of lightning arced down at the ground, striking Dash’s saddlebags. Arcs of electricity flowed through the Ponymon ball, causing it to flicker.

Dash landed on the ground twenty feet away, caught off guard by the cheap attack. She groaned as the world spun and her Ponymon ball rolled off her belt.

“That was too easy. The first of the elements captured, nopony will stop my rise to champion this year!” Dust walked over and pulled out an Acme Industries™ vibrating dildo.

Dash twitched as her fried nervous system began to recover. With a red flash, her Ponymon ball opened up.

“No you don’t!” Scootaloo shouted.

Dust froze mouth agape. “You can talk?”

“Yeah! And nopony makes Master cum but me!”

“Cloud Kicker, thunderbolt!”

The pegasus jumped up and down on the cloud but it was out of juice. “Kicker!”

Dust moaned, “Get your ass down here then and use swift attack!”

Scootaloo lowered to her hooves as Cloud charged her. She dove out of the way at the last second as her opponent whizzed past. She ran after her and jumped on her back, hooking her legs over her wings. She began to massage just below the base of her wings in a sensitive spot, and Cloud moaned in approval.

There was a red flash as Dust used the distraction to capture Dash in a net ball.

Dash came fully awake as twin coils of rope snaked around her wings, then pinned them tightly to the side. She kicked out with her legs as hard as she could, hitting the metal sides of the ball. A brief glimpse of daylight breached the Ponymon ball.

You are Lightning Dust’s sex slave.

“Like hell! I’m not a Ponymon, not this year!”

You live to please her. You will be pleased by her.

Dash bucked the side of the pokeball again, nearly causing it to open up. More ropes shot out and wrapped around her legs, quickly hog tying them. A maze of ropes intertwined around Dash, tying her mane to her tail causing her neck into an unnatural arc. When she tried to relieve the pressure on her neck, it caused a crotch rope to rub against her pussy lips.

Submit and be pleasured.

Dash moaned. “No!”

A rope shot into her mouth and tightened down, gagging her.

Submit and be pleasured.

Her frantic struggles were pushing her closer to the edge of orgasm and submission. She knew if she came, her willpower would be broken. With her hooves bound, she couldn’t kick the Ponymon ball open.

Dash closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle. She lay still to prevent any further arousal.

Submit.

Scootaloo hit the ground hard as Cloud threw her off. She pinned Scootaloo to the ground and began licking her tight little pussy.

“Good work, Cloud, just uh keep licking her until she passes out!” Dust shouted.

She was staring intently at the net ball on the ground. Rope bondage was a common fetish, and thus weakness, amongst Pegasi. Dust didn’t understand why the net ball hadn’t finished capturing Dash yet. It continued to tremble on the ground as the battle of wills raged inside.

Scootaloo felt the experienced tongue of Cloud Kicker, who had pleased a thousand sexual partners, enter her taut labia. She began to explore and tease nerves Scootaloo had never experienced. The vibrator and Spike had nothing on Cloud when it came to pleasing a mare.

She struggled to reach Cloud’s pussy and try to make the fully grown mare orgasm first. Scootaloo could barely move, or focus enough to speak, as she felt her legs go limp. Next, her entire body tensed up against Cloud’s weight pinning her to the ground. Fire spread from her pussy to her body and the world exploded in color as she orgasmed.

Scootaloo began to squirt urine and cum out into Cloud’s face as her body spasmed, ejaculating and writhing in the throes of a filly having her first proper orgasm.

There was another loud noise as Dash emerged from the net ball. She landed on her feet, and turned around bucking Dust in the side. It sent the cocky pegasus flying and rolling across the ground.

Dash grabbed the net ball and threw it at Dust. Given that she had barely been injured and was no where close to orgasm, it would undoubtedly fail. Still, it bought Dash the time she needed.

Scootaloo felt a pulling sensation as her Ponymon ball summoned her back. She tried to hang onto Cloud, not wanting it to end.

Once Dash has Scootaloo back in the safety of her Ponymon ball, she tackled and grappled with Cloud.

The confused Ponymon looked up at her. “Cloud?”

“Time to show you why they call me the fastest mare in Equestria!” Dash grinned wickedly, and shoved her muzzle into Cloud’s pussy.

The mare on bottom barely felt it coming. One second she was eating out Scootaloo. The next, she had Dash’s tongue probing deep inside her as the mare’s muzzle rubbed against her labia. In ten seconds flat, Cloud was hit by an orgasm and came.

Dash took to the sky, flying towards Sweet Apple Acres. She heard Dust screaming insults as the net ball failed to capture the angry and sexually frustrated rival.

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Minutes later, Dash landed in the south orchard and found a nice patch of grass under an apple tree. She hit the button and Scootaloo popped out.

The filly lowered her head in shame, and Dash took out the Ponymon gear to scan her for injuries.

Scootaloo - the chicken Ponymon -

WT: 70lbs HT: 36in Type: Flying / Filly

Evolutions: ??

Injuries: None. Ponymon ball has successfully recovered pony from last battle. Mental conditioning intact. Orgasm reset. Training program: paused.

Error code: 502 - Ponymon ball glitch detected. Speech inhibitor damaged. See your nearest ACME™ repair center immediately.

“Squirt, I’m so glad you’re okay,” Dash said. “Dust nearly had me back there.”

Scootaloo wiped a tear away. “I failed you, Dashie, I failed my master. I love you so much and I nearly let that mean Dust capture you. I. . .” Scootaloo looked up at her. “I couldn’t make Cloud Kicker cum faster enough.”

“Hey, that’s not your fault. You’re about two orgasms from a virgin, stuff like that takes experience. Anyway, I’m more concerned with your uh. . . mental health. You feeling alright?”

“I don’t understand.”

Dash leaned back against a tree and smiled. “Well, I don’t really either, on account of Ponymon balls being magic. They’re supposed to make it so you’re basically all libido and no talk. Now that you can talk, I have a unique opportunity for you to tell me what it’s like.”

“Oh, it’s great, Dash!” Scootaloo jumped in between her hind legs and cuddled against Dash’s wet pussy. “It’s like all I’ve ever wanted was to love you, and have orgasms for you, and now I am! I’ve never been so happy! All I can think about is sex, and orgasms, and your beautiful pussy with that tiny mound of rainbow pubic hair you shaved into a lightning bolt.”

Scootaloo began to lick Dash’s pussy clean of her arousal. “Whoa, Squirt, slow down. You said you couldn’t make Cloud cum, so how about some training? After all, I want you to be the best Ponymon possible. Do you want to pleasure me?”

Scootaloo jumped up and down buzzing her wings. “YES! YES! Oh my gosh yes! Can I?”

“Okay, I’ll walk you through it. Now, when you’ve got time the best tactic is to tease them a little. Lick around beneath the labia majora, trace the labia minora, suckle on the clitoris. . . Here, I’ll show you.

Dash laid Scootaloo on her back and began to trace along the lips of her pussy. She probed into small folds of her filly hood, and then suckled on her clitoris. Scootaloo moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes, then felt Dash’s tongue withdraw.

“Okay, now you try it.”

Dash leaned back, and Scootaloo dived right in. Using what Dash just taught her, she probed the larger mare’s vagina with her tongue. She skirted the edges, finding the grown mare was getting wet much faster than she was able to. Scootaloo found her love juices tasted and smelt like fresh rain in a summer thunderstorm.

Scootaloo began to suckle on her clitoris, and heard Dash mumble her approval. After smiling and enjoying the attention for a minute, Dash pulled her off.

“What next? Tell me master!” Scootaloo chanted.

“I will show you, but first one thing. You can call me Dash or Dashie. Now, once you tease them a bit they’ll really want you inside them. Seeing as we don’t have dicks, at least in our first unevolved forms, we have to settle for the tongue.”

“Unevolved?” Scootaloo asked. “Oh, how many times do I have to make you cum too evolve? Will I get a cutie mark? I really want a Ponymon cutie mark!”

“Calm down!” Dash grabbed her and laid her on her back gently. “Now that your wet and warmed up, you can probe deeper. For instance, lick along the bottom of their tight pussy on the way in, then curl your tongue up and lick the top and sides on the way out. Speed up the rhythm, like you’re dehydrated and you want to lap up every drop of their cum for sustenance.”

Dash demonstrated, filling the small filly with her large tongue. Scootaloo made a mental note of the training the mare was giving her. The feeling of fullness in her pussy was similar to what Cloud had done, but the fact it was Dash filling her up made her unable to resist. Scootaloo felt the familiar freight train of an orgasm approaching her at full speed.

When the tongue withdrew, Scootaloo pouted and reached down for her pussy with her hoof. Dash stopped her. “Now, Squirt, a good Ponymon always lets their trainer cum first. Do what I just did. When you feel me start bucking my hips towards your tongue, you know I’m close. That’s when you’ll tease your opponent again. Some like their nipples played with, others like their clitoris to be suckled while you probe them. My preference, is to grind their face into my pussy, and get their tongue as deep as possible while my clit and labia rub against their muzzle.”

Dash laid down against the apple tree. “Pretend I’m your opponent, and get to work. You have two minutes to bring me to climax. If you succeed, you can cum.”

“Yes ma’am! I’m gonna uumph—”

Dash interrupted the filly by shoving her mouth into her pussy. “Don’t waste time, only a minute fifty left!”

Scootaloo quickly started to probe her labia, and found it already soaking wet. Since it was already warmed up, she moved on to the engorged clit and suckled it. Dash moaned, so she moved on to probe her pussy.

“Good—improv—Squirt,” Dash moaned, clearly enjoying herself as her tongue hung out of her mouth.

As the fillies tongue explored the insides of her pussy, Dash began to buck forward, pushing her hips towards the filly’s face. Scootaloo wrapped her hooves around Dash’s ass, and took a deep breath. She pulled Dash’s pussy tight against her face and reached even deeper into her pussy. Her smaller face and muzzle allowed her to grind deeply into Dash. Scootaloo felt muscles clenching around her head from Dash’s thighs.

Scootaloo could taste something different, more arousing, as her tongue found the back of Dash’s pussy. Her lungs were beginning to burn for air. Scootaloo tried to back up and take a quick breath of air, but Dash’s thighs had clamped down around her head. She was trapped, her entire mouth and nose buried in the folds of Dash’s pussy, and her clitoris throbbing gentle against Scootaloo’s forehead.

She got back to work, exploring every nook and cranny as Dash ground her hips and pussy against Scootaloo’s head. Her head began to ache as Dash’s muscles tensed up, and her lungs burned twice as furiously.

Dash came, and in an instant the tightness vanished. It was replaced by a stream of liquid hitting Scootaloo’s face, as she slumped to the ground in front of Dash.

Scootaloo’s first breath of fresh air pushed her over the edge, and she found herself having an orgasm without even needing Dash’s tongue to help. It washed over her, and when it was finished she curled up between Dash’s legs in a puddle of their love juice.

The two Pegasi fell asleep under the apple tree, oblivious to the dangers lurking around them.

“Crikey, Gummy, as you can see here we’ve got quite a sheila on our hooves! The older mare will violently defend it’s Ponymon, luckily, they’re both weakened from orgasm!” Pinkie explained. Her pet aligator just sat on her back and slowly licked one eye.

She pulled a ponyball with the cupcake decorations on it out of her bag, and pondered capturing the unaware Dash. She then looked at Scootaloo, whom she had never seen look so happy and content. Pinkie sighed. “I guess I’ll have to catch them both!” She threw two Ponymon balls, only for them to be intercepted in mid-air by an expertly thrown lasso.

“Ah reckon that’s a mite dirty, even for you Pinkie.”

She turned to face Applejack, who tossed the balls back over to her. “Oh, AJ! I take really good care of my Ponymon, just ask Lyra! She agreed to be my Ponymon for a full year, and her coat is so shiny now. Want to see?”

“If that’s your way of askin’ me to battle, I’m afraid ah only had time to grab one Ponymon so far,” Applejack explained.

“Oh, poor Applejack. Why don’t you join my team?” She pulled out a custom made mint green Ponymon ball. “Or you want me to beat all one of your pets first?”

AJ smiled and adjusted the brim of the stetson on her head. “Ah thought ya’d never ask. If ah win, you and all your Ponymon have to pleasure me all night, and none of y’all are allowed to get off.”

Pinkie smiled. “And if I win, I’m taking you as my third Ponymon! One on one battle, first to climax loses.”

“Deal.”

“Deal!”

Pinkie threw her Ponymon ball, revealing Lyra. Applejack’s Ponymon ball hit the ground and a large cloud of dust flew out. Several fruit bats flew out of the Ponymon ball, and a pony stepped out of the dust.

In front of the pony was a metal weapon, with four poles and guardrails. On the end of two of the metal rods were tennis balls.

“Haha!” Pinkie laughed and rolled around on the floor. “Your Ponymon is Granny Smith?”

“Nope,” Applejack stated. “She’s the evolved form: Saggy Smith.”

Pinkie stood up and looked at Lyra, who was staring back at her. Since Lyra had agreed to be Pinkie’s Ponymon for a full year—whether they won or lost—her coat had turned a metallic mint green. It reflected the light of the sun and made her sparkle like a gay vampire, or a glittered pole dancer, or a gay poledancing vampire.

“Lyra, use latex and make her stop sagging!”

From the unicorns horn shot a blob of latex, hitting Saggy without her even trying to dodge. The many loose folds of her skin and her large breasts—which were dragging on the ground—we tucked in. Saggy Smith looked like a mare half her age once the loose skin was tucked in.

“Thank ya, now Saggy Smith, absorb!”

Saggy’s walker began to melt into her hooves. The latex blob that was undulating over her body in a failed attempt to make her climax was also absorbed, until all that remained was that old grey mare and her sagging skin.

“Lyra, use Horn Drill!”

She sprinted forward, and then slowed down. She looked back at Pinkie with a confused look. “Lyra? Ly-ra!”

“I don’t know why she isn’t dodging,” Pinkie said. “Maybe she’s too old, now horn fuck her!”

“Lyra!” She charged forward and rammed her horn right into Saggy’s plot. She pulled out, and tried again, and again. Lyra continued to poke her horn into Saggy’s plot, but couldn’t find the right hole.

“What’s the hold up?” Pinkie asked.

“Saggy, use leech seed!”

Smith queefed, shooting several burrs into Lyra’s shiny coat hair. They latched on, and began to drain her willpower from her. As they sapped her energy, Lyra found it harder to resist the urge to just give up and fuck herself with her hoof.

“No! Fight it, use latex wrap! I bet she likes getting choked!”

Lyra nodded and focused her magic. Several strips of latex began slapping themselves around her neck, tightening up and choking her.

“Now, tackle!”

She knocked Smith over onto her side.

Applejack started laughing at the look of shock on Pinkie’s face. “Now ya see why she never loses?”

Pinkie and Lyra stood staring at Saggy Smith. Her pussy looked like a roast beef sadwich that had been dropped on the floor and stepped on. There were dead ends and fake holes everywhere. It was so wrinkled, that finding the pussy in that mess would have taken a miracle.

“Oh yeah? Well then Lyra, horn drill her ass!”

Lyra dove forward, finding her sagging loose anus much more easily then her pussy. Her horn plopped right in with a wet noise, and Lyra began to fuck her ass with her horn.

“Saggy, mega absorb!”

Saggy took a deep breath, and then pushed back against Lyra’s horn as hard as she could. The unicorn’s horn got stuck in her ass. The flaps of skin on Saggy’s butt slapped the sides of Lyra’s face, adhering to them.

“No! Lyra, double team! teleport! leer!”

The unicorn struggled and tried to obey her trainer’s confusing commands. She could feel something tighten down around her neck and a foul odor filled her mouth. Her entire head was now lodged in Saggy’s rectum.

Several more flaps of skin started hitting Lyra and she realized Saggy was turning into some sort of amorphous blob.

“Lyra . . . leer. . . sand. . . quake. . . “

She couldn’t hear the commands of her trainer. Were she not currently waist deep in Saggy’s asshole, she’ may have stood a chance.

Applejack smiled as Saggy’s eyes glowed and she used her Ponymon magic to turn into a large blob of sagging flesh. It literally devoured Lyra hole, using her anus as the entryway. After twenty seconds, the last piece of Lyra’s tail was pulled inside the blob-creature. Saggy’s skin began to pulse with a dull green light, as her body constricted around Lyra and flowed into all her orifices at once. The pony within her was being violated everywhere at once as Saggy flowed inside her.

“Stop! This is nasty, how is any of this physically possible!” Pinkie screamed.

Applejack laughed. “Looks like Lyra’s about to cum. I win.”

“No! Never! I um. . .” Pinkie looked back to Gummy, who was still riding on her back. The alligator blew a bubble out his lips using his spit, and it popped.

“That’s it.” Pinkie turned to face Lyra and Saggy. “Lyra, use explosion!”

Lyra could feel large phallic shaped flaps of skin fucking her in the mouth, ass, and pussy all at once. She made our the word “explosion” shouted from outside. She smiled, happy to oblige. She dropped her guard and began to buck the inner folds of Saggy’s colon. Lyra pushed herself to cum as fast as possible. Even her horn was getting off from being rubbed.

Lyra bottled up her energy, holding off on her climax until the last possible minute. Then, she focused all of her energy into her horn and came as hard as she could.

Applejack heard the explosion before she realized what had happened. A green projectile flew out of Saggy’s ass, as her grand-mother was shot forward and collided with a tree. Both Ponymon were out cold.

“What in tarnation?! How is that legal?” Applejack asked.

“The same way your sicko ass-vore is you freak!” Pinkie shouted. “I wanted a good clean fight!”

“Ya want clean? I reckon you and I should go one on one then, and I’ll make ya choke on those words!”

Pinkie Pie walked forward and laughed loudly at her friend. “You? Beat me! I’m last year’s champion! I’m the best there ever was!”

Applejack smiled, and pulled out her lasso.

Dash woke up to the sound of familiar shouting. She couldn’t make out the words. It sounded like “mmph mmph mmph!”

She looked down and saw Scootaloo in her lap. Dash then looked up at the tree in front of them, and broke out laughing.

Tied to the tree was Pinkie Pie. She was in a strict shibaru tie. The ropes wrapped around her chest, stomach, and breasts, highlighting her features. A painfully tight crotch rope ran between the lips of her pussy. Her legs were spread eagle, wrapped slightly backwards around the trunk of the tree. A thick rope was wrapped around the tree and over her mouth, gagging her.

Scootaloo had woken up too, and ran over to inspect her. “Whoa, Dash! What do you think happened here?”

Dash shrugged. “I don’t know, let’s ask.” She hovered up and managed to untie the rope gag.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you Dash! It was horrible I was just minding my own business taking a nap in the apple orchard and out of nowhere came this angry Applejack with ropes and everything and she was like rawr I’m going to tie you up like a little christmas present for Dashie and then I’m gonna go get Big Mac and he’s gonna make you cum so hard you’ll be begging him to be his Ponymon and I was like no! but I don’t want to cum so har—”

Dash tied the rope back in place, gagging her. “Pinkie, slow down. Did you lose a Ponymon battle with Applejack?”

Her pink hair flattened and she frowned, then nodded yes.

“And she didn’t capture you?”

Pinkie nodded no.

“Now, slowly, tell me why.” Dash removed the rope from her mouth.

“She said I just need to eat less sugar and calm down and something about humility and pride and then how I shouldn’t sneak up on loyalty and made me promise not to try to catch you two in your sleep again an—”

Dash put the gag back in place. “You tried to capture us while sleeping? That’s low, Pinkie.”

“Mmph! tho argh ta rulz” Pinkie mumbled through the gag.

“Just because the rules say you can sneak up on opponents it’s still dirty. Now, what do you say?”

Dash pulled the rope out of her mouth. “Hi, I’m Pinkie? Want to battle Ponymon?” She smiled.

“Come on, Dash, let’s leave her. I want to try out my new moves!” Scootaloo said.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Dash turned to leave.

“Wait! Wait! I’m sorry, Dashie! I won’t sneak up on you anymore. I really want to catch you but it’ll be fair and square! And then we can relive our fantasies together, just like old times!”

Dash moaned. “Well, that’s as close to an apology as I think I’m going to get.” She walked up behind the tree and found Gummy chewing on the knots. Dash pulled the alligator off, and then untied the knots. Once Pinkie fell to the ground, she left her there to sort out the rest of the mess of ropes on her own.

“Come on, Squirt, we’re nearly to the first gym!”

Pinkie coughed loudly. “And so, Dash and Scootaloo faced new foes and learned new moves. As long as they were willing to eat each other out, there was no limit to the amount of practice they could get muzzle-deep in each other’s pussies.

“This left our true hero, Pinkie Pie, in the middle of an apple orchard with a really tight crotch rope. With nothing else to do, she went and got her Ponymon ball and summoned Thunderlane out. Until the next time Pinkie’s narration services were needed, she planned to get properly fucked in the ass by Thunderlane while grinding that crotch rope into her pussy.”

Author's Note

They call me crazy
I am not a lunatic
Just a bachelor
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DICTATED NOT EDITED!! I can't stress this enough. My editors were too busy ~~masterbating~~ clopping to edit, so please point out the typos in large font to embarrass me in the comments. I just read it to check the formatting and I know, it's atrocious grammatically.... that's why I need better editors. Thanks!