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“How about here?”
“Nope, a little to your left.”
“Here?”
“Too far left. Try just a smidge right.”
“Here?”
“No, back again.”
“That’s the exact same spot it was already in, Pinkie!” Exie snapped at the pink haired girl, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. “Honestly, if you needed help that badly, why didn’t you just ask more people to come?”

“Because, silly,” Pinkie answered matter-of-factly as she tucked away her clipboard who knows where. “I’ve already got help coming, but that’s for the pre-party decorations. You’re just helping with the pre-pre-party decorations.”
“… Explain that to me, please.” Exie deadpanned, pushing a lock of messy deep red hair out of her face and dropping off the ladder deftly, having finally tacked the last of the multicolored confetti to the gymnasium walls.
“Easy peasy! Somebody else is going to come in once we’re all done, take it all down, and then redecorate again!”

For as nice as Pinkie Pie had been to Exie, showing her around Canterlot High and doing her best to be friendly since moving to this crazy place, she still had difficulty fighting off the sudden urge to slap Pinkie in the head.
Seriously… what kind of a name is ‘Pinkie Pie’, anyway?
Exie sighed in aggravation, sitting on the bottom rung of the ladder with a little dejected plunk. Her black laced up thigh-highs began riding slowly up uncomfortably, but she ignored them.

“… Pinkie, have I ever told you that you can be a real pain in my ass?”
The bubblegum haired menace thought about it for a moment, sticking out her rear while closing one eye and putting her finger on her chin in what was supposed to be a gesture of thoughtfulness.
“Hmm… nope!”

Ecstasy sighed, pulling her black arm warmers a little tighter around herself. The teasing tears along them didn’t do much to protect from chill, and the high ceilinged gymnasium didn’t insulate heat very well. It didn’t help that her short shorts and tank top, whereas stylish, were not very practical. Odd that it would be cold, since it wasn’t even close to being night yet...
“Look, Pinkie-“ Exie began as she stood, already thinking of other things she could be doing. “-I’ve got to get running. Hope your next batch of slaves – er, helpers has better luck witmmmmmpppph.”
Exie suddenly discovered the important fact that it could be very difficult to properly form vowels with someone else’s tongue in her mouth.

Exie’s shocked blue eyes met Pinkie’s and for a moment, she considered pushing the girl away. After a second of recovering from the surprise, Exie’s eyelids slowly began sinking in an indication of her submission. She leaned into the kiss passionately enough to surprise Pinkie right back, who gradually broke away as she placed both hands on the wall on either side of Exie, keeping her safely in place.

“… Well, I’ve got to admit, I didn’t think that would work so quickly.” Pinkie admitted, a little surprised. Exie’s tongue flicked out over her bottom lip, savoring the cinnamon flavored lip gloss that Pinkie had left on her.
“What, you didn’t think I was interested?” Exie asked in an offended tone, placing a hand upon her bosom mockingly.
“Actually, most of the time it’s ‘stop doing that, Pinkie, I’m going to be late’ or ‘you’re violating my personal space, don’t make me get another restraining order, Pinkie’ or sometimes ‘no, Pinkie, that’s the wrong hole’ or ‘I swear to God, I will SHANK you, Pinkie’ or-“
“Mm, I got it.” Exie said quickly, crossing her arms in slight annoyance. “… Have I also ever told you that you have a tendency of killing the mood?”

Pinkie’s arms dropped in dismay, and she sighed heavily as she hung her head. “I know, I know. Mood killer. Yeesh.”
Exie grinned forgivingly, slowly draping her own arms over Pinkie’s surprisingly thin shoulders. She slipped out of her shorts easily, leaving the thigh highs on.“… Tell you what.” She said huskily, putting a single finger beneath Pinkie’s chin and playfully drawing her finger up to her face. Exie traced her forefinger over Pinkie’s trembling lips, and said “Maybe you should do a little less talking with these lips-” she drew in closer to Pinkie, silently sliding her other hand beneath her lilac skirt and brushing bare skin. “-and a little more with these.”

“Now we’re talking!” Pinkie giggled, and her brows furrowed momentarily. She tried to talk, only to be drawn back into a long, drawn out kiss by Exie. A dull heat began rising in her chest, and Exie’s heart pounded in excitement so loudly that she could hear it in her ears. It didn’t take Pinkie long to interrupt again, though.

“Still, a little too easy. I didn’t even get to use the rope.”
That got Exie’s attention.
“… You brought rope.”
“Eeyuh-huh.” A blaze of puffy pink hair bobbed up and down, bouncing long after her head stopped moving.
“… You brought rope.”
“What?” Pinkie asked, wrapping an arm around Exie’s waist and pushing her back against the wall. She held up a small extent of worn rope, pulling it from behind her back. “I’ve got rope stashed all over the place, in case of-“
“Applejack.”
“Well, her too, but I meant in case of-“
“No, Applejack.” Exie deadpanned, subtly pointing behind the excitable pink haired menace at the quite stunned cowgirl.

And, indeed, Applejack did look very surprised, walking into the gymnasium with an armful of plastic wrapped confetti to find Pinkie Pie wrapped around someone she’d only met a couple of days ago without pants.
“What in tarnation-?”
“IT’S ROPING TIME!” Pinkie exclaimed loudly with a manic laugh, and within a span of seconds had the cowgirl squirming in panic on the ground before her.
“Pinkie Pie’s lost it again! Quick, somebody git help!” Applejack yelped as Pinkie effortlessly hefted her over one shoulder, and easily hog-tied her with both arms tightly behind her back.

“Oh, calm down.” Pinkie actually managed to say with a straight face as she gently lowered the now-incapacitated Applejack to the floor. “It’s the same as last week, we’ve just got one more person to party with this time.”
Applejack’s face instantly flushed a light red color, causing her freckles to stand out even more than they were before. “Ah thought you said you wasn’t gonna tell nobody ‘bout that!”

“Well, I didn’t specifically say what we did last week, did I?” Pinkie asked slyly, and Applejack blushed even brighter. She motioned for Exie to come closer as Pinkie set about dipping her tongue deeply into Applejack’s mouth as she straddled her, and one of Applejack’s legs slowly began to curl beneath her, her own yellow skirt rippling a little as she did so. Even though her arms were trapped beneath her, she still wriggled heatedly beneath Pinkie Pie for nearly a full minute before giving up, something which Pinkie gladly took full advantage of. She ran a hand through Applejack’s silky braided blonde hair, holding her head up to lean better into her awkward kisses.

Eventually, Pinkie broke away, leaving each of them thirsty for breath. Applejack inhaled deeply, half-lidded eyes watching as Exie tapped a foot against the ground.
“… Er-hem. Forgetting anything?” Exie pouted a little jealously, and Pinkie blinked.

“Ohmigosh, you’re right!” she gasped, bouncing gracefully off of the cowgirl. Pinkie turned from them both for a moment, and a loud squeeee! echoed through the gymnasium uncomfortably loudly, and it suddenly occurred to Exie that if they were caught in here, things could potentially turn very, very awkward very, very quickly.
It excited her even more.

“Got it!” Pinkie exclaimed satisfactorily, presenting her ‘surprise’.
“Actually, I was talking about me, but that works, too. Where did you even get that?” Exie asked as Pinkie slipped every article of clothing off, letting them drop to the floor. Pinkie had, in some impossible way, smuggled into the gymnasium, of all things…
“Like my strap-on?” Pinkie chirruped as she flicked the end of the upward curving sky blue length, watching it bounce eagerly.

Applejack managed to struggle upward enough to tilt her head so that she could see more clearly, and gave Pinkie the greatest deadpan ever.

“You gotta be buckin’ kiddin’ me.” Applejack said, noting Pinkie’s widening smile as she drew closer. “Really, Pinkie? You honestly cain’t be thinkin’ o’ usin’ that.”
“Well, I sure as heck wasn’t gonna use a balloon,” Pinkie snorted, and for some strange reason, Applejack blushed once again.
“I… see…” Exie said ecstatically, rubbing her chin in thought as she smiled as well.

Then again, she was probably smiling because her chin wasn’t all she was busy rubbing.
“H-hang on now, darlin’!” Applejack blurted as Pinkie grabbed her ankle, gently lifting one leg into the air. Applejack’s skirt slid down her thigh, revealing a skimpy pair of bright orange panties. “Y’cain’t jus’ go rushin’ on in!”
Pinkie facepalmed, nodding in agreement. “Right, right – sorry, AJ, I’m just in a bit of a hurry. Pre-pre-party planning and all that, and – ohmigosh, I'm so sorry! I didn’t even think to ask if you were wet yet!”

Applejack, even more flustered than before, looked away from her pink haired friend. She grumbled something that sounded remarkably similar to ‘kicking Dash’s ass for being late’.
“You know,” Exie purred helpfully as she ran her own hands elegantly through Applejack’s hair slowly, “she’s got another hole that’d be great for getting that thing wet really quickly.”
“Ooh! Good plan!” Pinkie said, dropping to her knees and offering the bobbing blue rod in front of Applejack’s mouth.

“… God, you’re cute when you’re blushing.” Exie remarked as she leaned over the cowgirl. “All of your freckles stand out.”
“Ah ain’t cute, ahm-“ Applejack insisted, only to have the ridged blue length jammed unceremoniously into her mouth by an overexcited Pinkie. Exie breathed heavily onto the strap-on, licking it ever so slightly with the tip of her tongue as it was pushed again and again into Applejack’s mouth. She drooled a bit, and Exie licked it back onto the rod for ‘added lubricant’. Pinkie breathed in sharply through her teeth, holding back a squeal as she slowly slid it back and forth in her mouth, poking against the inside of Applejack’s cheek now and again.
“Gee, now your freckles really stand out,” Pinkie giggled as she pressed the length forward again.

Applejack proved once again that she is the master of deadpans, because she did it in the last place she’d ever expected she would.

“Ahfm mffl fliffle flith.” Applejack said, tonguing around the rod.
“Geez, AJ,” Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”
This deadpan looked a little more awkward than the others did. Pinkie even stopped her rhythmic pumping after a few seconds.

“… Um… Pinkie…?” Exie said slowly, drawing back a little.
“I know, I know!” Pinkie groaned, pulling the blue length from Applejack’s mouth with a little pop! as she stopped sucking on it. “Mood killer. Yeesh.”

Applejack sighed heavily, and Exie watched her not-quite flat chest rise and fall with interest.
“… Y’know darlin’, I’m havin’ fun an’ all, but mah arms are fallin’ asleep.”
Exie grinned at her chance, brushing a lock of red hair out of her face as she slipped her tank top off and threw it casually. “Okay. Let’s cut a deal, hmm?” she said, positioning herself carefully over the blonde cowgirl. “No fair for Pinkie to keep all the fun to herself; the faster you get me off, the faster I’m going to untie your arms.”
“What?” Applejack burst out indignantly.

“Aw, you’re not going to turn down a game like that, are you, AJ?” Pinkie snickered as she lifted both of her friend’s legs into the air once again. “Besides, that’s not half as much fun as last week-“
“Seriously, what did I miss last week?” Exie interrupted curiously.
“Gettin’ some glitter in yer eye,” Applejack muttered sourly, the heat rising in her face again. She turned her head to the side to avoid talking directly into Exie’s rear end, and began to grumble something else before she, too, was interrupted.
“Ah was gunna git Fluttershy ta’ git myaaaaaaaaaah!” she gasped in incredulity as Pinkie Pie continued with her original plan.

Which was ‘thrust it in while she’s distracted’, unfortunately.
Applejack’s back arched as Pinkie thrust the blue length into her, and she let out a little moan of pleasure. Exie lowered herself a little more, placing her head between the cowgirl’s legs to get a better view. She was eagerly rewarded with a warm tongue flickering across her own panties, and her excitement at finally being pleased after such a long wait grew.
Pinkie grasped one of her own wrists when she held it into the air as she pumped into Applejack lustily. “Ain’t no party like a Pinkie Pie party!”

Exie kept to her word, slowly untangling the worn rope beneath Applejack. Not only was it a little more difficult than she imagined it would be due to her hips continuously being thrust back and forth against the blue rod, she wasn’t exactly in a hurry.
Applejack was pretty good with that tongue.

"Hey - hoo - Exie," Pinkie huffed. "... Guess you're not the only one with a pain in your ass, huh?"

“Almost – ah! – got it… here…” Exie breathed, tongue nearly lolling out of her mouth. She shook her head, trying to keep it clear; it was hard to focus, almost as much so as it was to untie Applejack with one hand. Her other was busy enticingly dancing around the cowgirl’s quivering slit, teasingly guiding the blue length into her over and over again.

“I’m getting close!” Pinkie shouted just as Applejack’s hands were finally freed, and the cowgirl collapsed on her back as her tired arms flopped uselessly beside her. Applejack bit back a cry as Pinkie suddenly jerked the bobbing length out of her, and quickly scooted forward on her knees. Exie, thinking quickly, got out of the way as Pinkie put the end of the strap-on right next to Applejack’s face.
“Imma blow my load!” she threw back her head and arched her own back, and the past the tip of the dildo, a small cloud of glittering confetti burst outward with a shockingly loud bang!

Exie and Applejack jumped in surprise, and Pinkie cackled hysterically as she held up the party popper. She wiped a single tear from her eye as she laughed, finally noticing that she was the only one laughing. Regardless, a small and tired smile was showing on Applejack’s face, and even a twitch around Exie’s lips appeared.
After a minute, Pinkie sighed, throwing up her arms in exasperation.
“… I know, I know. Mood killer. Yeesh!”

“I would have thought it was pretty funny if I’d actually been satisfied yet.” Exie said grumpily, but the grin still wound its way onto her face. She jumped again as another loud bang sounded throughout the gymnasium, and for a split second, she thought that Pinkie Pie had somehow snuck in a much larger party popper. A party cannon, maybe. But that would just be ridiculous.
No, the boom resonating through the room was caused by one of the double inwards swinging doors opening at high speeds and hitting the wall.

Caused by a very, very surprised Rainbow Dash.

“… ‘The buck.”

“IT’S ROPING TIME!”

Author's Note

This was started out as Clop, but somehow mysteriously turned into Comedy on the way. So, it's Clopmedy.

Also, it all started because I'm a Fan of ponies, and I saw a nice piece of Art.

It's a Clopmedy Fart.