Sweetie Belles cum house surprise.

G3 pinkie pie

G3 Scootaloo

It was a wierdly warm wet day in the white town of ponyville. Wherefore six candy colored fillies waddled along the widely walked wiggly path. Whereupon an ugly fat pink one knocked at the door of a house shaped tastelessly like a birthday cake with a giant sweet dispenser on top which had burtonesque candy swirls and fake lollipops protruding from different angles. Why it could have been designed by a madpony or a foal molester or both. While she knocked an orange foal looked around at some ridiculously pink playground equipment, the designers of the house and environs clearly completely stereotyped little girls and had no idea how to entertain them.

"I've been knocking and she hasn't answered her door." sayeth the ugly pink one, known in some circles as Pinkie Pie.
"Give it here, I have good knockers." Wheretofore the orange foal referred to hence as Scootaloo started slamming against the door with her tiny tits.
"Sweetie Belle open up!" she wheedled.
"OPEN UP LAPD!" shouted a disembodied voice. Weirded out the fillies look around, puzzled but then proceedeth to open the door and pop their heads round one by one in a synchronised fashion. Wisely they refrained from rushing in but opened the door to the full extent.
"Why would Sweetie Belle invite us to her house if she isn't even home?" said a white filly whose mane looked like orange and red dreadlocks.
Scootaloo eyed her cautiously. "The buck are you!?"
She seemed upset, "I'm Toolaroola, I paint things."
Scootaloo sniffed, "Never seen you before. Also why the heck do you look so different Cheerilee, whats with the bunches?"
"I'm not sure," said the young Cheerilee, "But its something to do with dimensions. Oh hay a tape recorder!"

Cheerilee went to a table with a horrible plastic spreadsheet with a yellow crosshatch design and pressed the play button of a tape recorder that had been placed upon it.
Wherewithall a voice emitted from said recorder "Hello fillies, I want to play a game, you need to find me this is true, to help you along I have some left some clues. For too long you have been brainless retards with no personality, in order to progress in the game sacrifices must be made."
A low chuckle sounded.
"When you see me with your own eyes, you will get a sweet surprise."
"Who elses freakin eyes would they be seeing you with!?" shouted the disembodied voice.
"Woah, this tape was left by Sweetie Belle," said the grey flying fairy pony who shall be called Cherry Pop.
"Cool Beans!" said Scootaloo before trumping loudly.
Pinkie Pie hushed her.
The tape continued, "now my little pony team, find the first clue in the place where I dream."
"Dur dur dur, where dur place where dur dream at?" said Pinkie Pie.
"IN A BED COS THAT'S WHERE YOU SLEEP DUMB SHIT!" yelled the disembodied voice.
"Hay I know" wheedled Cherry Pop. Wired, she zoomed through a door to the left and entered the bedroom, the others followed her in.

Another tape recorder had been left on the bed. Cherry Pop pressed the play button.
"The next clue may be found on what goes up and down and round and round."
"A dick?" ventured the disembodied voice.
"That is correct," boomed a voice from a loudspeaker. All the ponies were puzzled and scratched at their manes with their fat hooves, their manes looked like strings of play dough that had been stuck onto them.
"I know!" shouted Scootaloo. "I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know!"
"Good grief that is irritating as fuck," said the disembodied voice.
"Are you gonna let us know?" said a pointlessly puzzled Pinkie Pie.
"The Elevator!" yelled Scootaloo.
"No really, it was a dick."
Willfully ignoring the hints, the ponies rushed to the elevator doors and pressed the summoning button.
Whereupon the doors opened with a cloud of dramatic steam and there in the center was Sweetie Belle flanked by two stallions, Caramel and Filthy Rich.
"Well done ponies, now its time to learn some facts of life." Sweetie Belle looked different, she had a green swirly design on both cheeks.

Warily the ponies backed away as Sweetie pressed a button sealing the room.
"The next clues are etched on microtape and wrapped around the sperm cells of these stallions, you'll need an electron microscope to view them."
"But we found you already," said a green pony.
"and you are?" inquired Sweetie Belle.
"Well lets see, my mane and tail are multiple colors and I have these dainty little shoes so yeah."
Sweetie Belle blinked and then pulled out a large cannon and shot her. There was a loud bang and cloud of smoke as the green pony slammed into the far wall with a huge hole in her chest. Sweetie Belle walked up and blasted her with a flamethrower reducing her to soot and small cinders.
"OK then" remarked the disembodied voice.
Sweetie Belle turned round, "As I was saying, the game is in no way over, I said you will get a sweet surprise not that the game would be over. You will continue hunting for clues, you will need to extract the sperm cells from these stallions. Like I said a sacrifice must be made, you will be sacrificing your virginity!"
"But those are expensive," wheedled Pinkie Pie
"Hardcore reproduction will commence immediately, Scootaloo and Cherry Pop first."
"Dammit this is a clop. I am outta here," said the disembodied voice before disappearing at the speed of sound.
Sweetie Belle headed back to the elevator and then stopped. "Almost forgot," she pulled a small sack out and blew what seemed like special stardust over the five remaining ponies. Then she went to the elevator, doors closed while Caramel and Filthy tied the aforementioned fillies with rope to the bed.
"Ow!" yelled Scootaloo as Caramel tore into her doughnut hole with his giggle stick.
Filthy Rich prepared to pop the cherry of Cherry Pop as he guided his mighty stallion sausage to her gray piss flaps and the one eyed bishop headbutted the entrance of the nuns vestibule.
Caramel started pounding his piss pipe into Scootaloos salmon slit. She clenched down on the cunt plunger as vibrations of ecstasy rolled through her.
Cherry Pop cried out as she took in the love lollipop through her beef curtains. The tenderloin truncheon thrust rythmically as she quaked like a spastic.
The potty pinkie pie was pissed. She turned to Toolaroola even though she had no clue who she was, "This surprise don't seem too sweet to me," she wheedled.
A slight change seemed to be coming over them though as the stardust on them glistened brighter and brighter.
The two fillies on the bed got into it, the nuns in the vestibule admitted the bishop and the bishop administered unto them holy water in great quantities.