When New Year's Resolutions Go Bad.

Pinkie’s Resolution

”I want to make everypony happy!”

Written by: kaidan

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Pinkie was first to leave the library, eager to get home and begin preparing for the New Year’s Eve party. She felt a tingling down her spine while walking down the road, and wasn’t sure what her Pinkie sense was trying to tell her. After pondering it for a moment, she continued down the road.

“Pinkie, stop!” Caramel shouted. He ran over to greet her, realizing once he got there she had frozen mid-stride. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yes,” Pinkie replied. She glanced around, wondering why she couldn’t move.

“Relax, I just wanted to see if you need a hoof setting up for the party at Town hall.”

She sighed in relief, able to move again once he told her to relax. “Oh sure, I am just having the strangest Pinkie senses.”

“Sit down and I can go find a nurse.”

Pinkie sat down and watched as Caramel started to leave. “Wait! I can’t move, come back!”

He turned around and trotted back over. “Uh, is this some sort of game? Like Simon says?”

“I don’t know, tell me to stand up!”

“Sure, stand up,” Caramel stated.

Pinkie stood up and stretched out her legs. “Wow, this is super duper weird.”

“Kneel.”

She knelt down on the ground in front of him. Caramel chuckled and grinned. “Oh, at least I’m making you happy, Caramel! But I think we better go get Twilight to fix this.”

“Be quiet.” Caramel continued to smirk as mischievous thoughts ran through his mind.

Pinkie tried to speak, but her voice seemed absent. Her throat felt numb and no noise came forth as she tried to figure out what was going on. Every attempt to stand back up failed as she found herself powerless to disobey his commands.

“This is quite a game you’re playing, but I think it’ll make me and my friends very happy. Follow me, Pinkie.” Caramel headed back towards his house with the pink pony in tow.

Once he got home he wasted no time, closing the curtains and clearing out some space in the living room. Pinkie continued to follow him around like a lost puppy, silently watching him. Inside her head, she was screaming for help. Something was preventing her from doing anything other than what Caramel said.

There was a knock on the door, and Thunderlane let himself in. “Hey, Caramel, you’re going to be late for—oh, I didn’t know you had company. Hi, Pinkie.”

She just stood there staring at him, eyes wide and misty, pleading for help.

“Oh, yeah I’m busy, Thunderlane,” Caramel explained.

“Is she alright?” he asked. “Come here, Pinkie.”

Pinkie trotted over, managing a small smile as she found herself able to move somewhat freely.

“She’s fine,” Caramel trotted over to her side. “Tell him your fine.”

“I’m fine, Thunderlane!” Pinkie cheered. She mentally cursed herself afterwards, as she was most definitely not fine.

“What on Equestria is going on?” Thunderlane asked. “I mean, it’s not really my business if Pinkie is okay with whatever game you’re cooking up.”

“We’re playing Simon says, and she is doing everything I say. Granted it was a little weird at first, but she wants to make everypony happy.”

Pinkie continued to stand between them, like a toy that had been turned off and was waiting to be used.

“I uh. . . alright, do you want me to leave, Pinkie?”

Given an order to answer a question, she replied “no!” She was worried what Caramel would do to her alone, yet the question had been a simple answer. Pinkie tried to explain that she was scared, that she couldn’t disobey any commands, but everything after ‘no’ was cut off.

“Well, I guess I can share. I mean, Pinkie seems to want it.” Caramel shifted uncomfortably as his cock finished extending out of its sheeth. “Pinkie, get me nice and lubed up.”

She smiled, dropping to her knees and sliding under Caramel’s chest. Pinkie tried to scream in horror as she put two hooves on the mottled shaft in front of her. A thin stream of pre was leaking down the head, and she licked it off without thinking. Pinkie ran her hooves up and down the thick shaft while playing with the head. Her lips suckled softly on it and teased it to grow out a little further.

“Whoa, this is my kind of party,” Thunderlane said. “How’d you convince her to do this?”

“I just asked nicely,” Caramel explained. “You want in?”

“Sure.”

“Pinkie, turn around,” Caramel ordered.

Obediently, Pinkie got up and spun around to face Thunderlane. She stood there still as a statue as Caramel climbed up on her back. Pinkie felt a growing pressure as his dick pushed up against her marehood. She whimpered silently as her body obeyed his commands.

Caramel took his time, sliding in slowly and parting her inner folds. Pinkie began to feel her body betraying her, a warmth growing inside her as she was filled up. After a minute, he had bottomed out and held tightly onto her back.

“Okay, you can mount her now,” Caramel said.

“Open up, Pinkie,” Thunderlane said.

She opened her mouth widely, licking her lips. Thunderlane’s dick twitched as he climbed up onto her. Pinkie was left feeling like a piece of furniture as two stallions supported their weight on her. Tears escaped her eyes as the head of Thunderland’s cock passed her lips. She started to gag on the meaty appendage.

Thunderlane felt her throat spasm as she made no attempt to ease his passage. “You’ve given head before, right? Show some enthusiasm!”

Like a light switch, her body flicked on and began relaxing and sucking his dick. Her tongue swirled around his meaty shaft, taking in the salty flavor of it. Pinkie’s throat quivered as her body pushed forward, granting the dick passage into her throat.

Caramel bumped into her during his next thrust, pushing her further down on Thunderlane. The pegasus pulled back and started to thrust at the same speed as Caramel. The two stared down at Pinkie, wrapping their forelegs around her mane and flanks. They tugged at her in opposite directions.

Her throat was stretching painfully and it was hard to breathe, but deep down a part of her was whispering that she was making them happy. Pinkie still wanted to escape, but was getting aroused just knowing how much they were enjoying using her.

The walls of her marehood tightened down around Caramel’s shaft, and she regained enough control to push backwards, meeting him each time he thrust in. A part of her knew she had to climax at the same time as the two stallions to ensure they got the most enjoyment out of it. Her body ignored her mind’s protests, warming up as she approached the building orgasm.

“On three?” Caramel asked.

Thunderlane grunted in agreement.

“One. . .” He picked up his pace thrusting in rapidly and letting his balls slap against her ass. Pinkie’s back seemed to buckle slightly as both stallions thrust into her at the same time.

“Two. . .” Caramel tightened his forelegs around her flanks. Pinkie felt him expanding inside her, his flared head scraping against her insides. Thunderlane soon mirrored the action, sending an uncomfortable pressure down her throat. Pinkie felt her vision blacking out from lack of air.

“Three!” The two stallions thrust forward, squishing Pinkie into a pancake. They held themselves in deeply and they began to spew load after load inside of her.

Pinkie felt the flared head in her pussy spraying her insides with warm fluid. It had no where to go, and the pressure continued to build. Her marehood milked Caramel’s cock for each drop of sperm as the stallion groaned in pleasure.

Thunderlane finished depositing his semen in Pinkie’s stomach, and started pulling out. The last few loads landed in her mouth on the way out before he pulled out completely.

Pinkie gasped for breath, inhaling the salty cum, before collapsing forward. She slid off Caramel’s cock as he pulled out.

“Wow, that was amazing,” Caramel said. “Thanks, Pinkie.”

“Anything to make everypony happy, Master!” Pinkie gasped, trying to take back what she said but unable to.

“Did. . . she just call you Master?” Thunderlane asked.

“Yes, Master,” she responded.

“Wow, I’ve got to go get the rest of the guys, they won’t believe this!”

“Sure, I’ll make sure she’s cleaned up for when they get here.” Caramel walked over to Pinkie. “Get up and come over to the closet.”

She obeyed his command, biting her lip and hoping she wouldn’t have to degrade herself further. Once she got over there, he opened the closet.

“Hold still and keep quiet, slave.” Caramel had a glint in his eye as he smirked, reveling in his newfound power.

Pinkie gave him a subtle nod, wondering why he couldn’t notice the tears on her face. They must have all dried up by now, or surely he’d have helped her.

Caramel pulled out a rag, quickly wiping off her face and the droplets of semen that had leaked out of the corner of her mouth. He then went around behind her, cleaning up a drizzle of his cum off her hind leg.

Her eyes darted around looking for a way out but they were alone. She then felt something placed on her face, flinching slightly as straps were tightened around her head.

A large bit slid into her mouth and was fastened in place, as a bridle slid over her nose and under her chin. The straps effectively muzzled her, locking her mouth shut around the bit. Once they were tightened all the way, blinders were flipped shut over her eyes.

“Lay on your face, forelegs between your hind legs.”

Pinkie obeyed the command, mentally screaming at him. Yet at the same time, another part of her was screaming back that she was making him happy, and that should make her happy.

Fetters were clicked into place on her forelegs, and a bar was put in place to lock her hind legs apart. Pinkie couldn’t have moved if she wanted to, and if she did want to, her legs were now locked in place. She had been turned into the perfect submissive fuck-toy.

A painful jolt went through her tit, followed by another on the opposite nipple. Sharp nipple clamps had been put in place and attached to the spreader bar, then tightened. The tension held her swollen nipples down to the bar.

“You look beautiful. I can’t thank you enough for doing this, Pinkie. You really are making every stallion’s New Year special,” Caramel said.

He stepped onto her back, made easier by his positioning, and pushed his dick against her wet cunt. He still had some more energy in him, and was still slick from fucking her minutes ago.

Pinkie felt him thrust in, disregarding any discomfort it may cause. As her hips were forced forward, the nipple clamps tugged taut, sending a ripple of pain through her. She could feel a cold puddle of drool forming on the floor around the bit and bridle. Her nose was pushed into the hardwood floor, sliding through the drool. Caramel hadn’t given her permission to move, and he did say to lay flat on her face. Each thrust slid her further forward until Caramel tugged her back, impaling her on his cock.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt him pull out. The wide head of his dick pushed against her pert ass. Pinkie’s body tightened up on reflex.

“Trust me, Pinkie, this’ll hurt much less if you relax,” Caramel said.

Her body obeyed, and she felt a calmness wash over her. Pinkie’s taut sphincter loosened, and Caramel pushed his head against her ass. His cock flattened out, until finally parting her ass cheeks and pushing down deep into her anus.

Caramel felt the hot slimy canal spasm, as he slowly pushed in further. Her backside rose to meet him as he pushed in as far as he could.

Pinkie felt sharp pains as she had never been taken in the ass before. Tears began to stream down her face again, obscured by the blinders. The familiar nagging voice in her head tried to cheer her up, telling her that Caramel had never been happier. Pinkie wanted to believe the voice and enjoy this, but this wasn’t what she had meant when she wanted everypony to be happy.

Caramel started sliding in and out, marveling at her tightness. He realized that Pinkie couldn’t have ever had anal before and be this tight, and looked forward to a long night of loosening up that pert ass.

His medial ring continued to cause a small bulge as it passed her sphincter. The heat radiating from her ass and the compression on his cock felt incredible.

Knowing his gift wasn’t going anywhere, he sped up until he felt himself flaring in her tight confines. There would be plenty of time to go again later, so he rushed to the satisfying conclusion. His cock twitched and large loads of sperm shot out into Pinkie’s ass. Caramel held it in place, filling her up with his seed.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled out and let his dick retreat into its sheath. After wiping her backside down, he fished around in the closet and came out with a large butt plug. He wanted to make sure that pert ass was kept ready for the fun later.

After pushing the plug against her wet marehood, he used the lube to push against her ass. Pinkie felt it stretch painfully and wanted to scream, until it finally popped into place. Her muscles contracted involuntarily but couldn’t push the plug out.

To make it worse, Caramel began to inflate it into place, filling her up until she felt ready to burst. She then felt the plug begin to vibrate at a low setting, enough to tease her but not enough to get off.

“Don’t go anywhere now, Pinkie.” He walked over and knelt down next to her head, planting a kiss between two of the straps on her cheek. “I need to go see what’s taking Thunderlane and the other stallions so long.”