Pinkie's Dongquest

by Lion

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Random, Anthro
Length: 15623

Pinkie Pie tricks her friends into eating a batch of special muffins that temporarily turn them into hermaphrodites. Clearly the next step is to hunt them down one by one and bang them to within an inch of their lives and/or sanity.

Pinkie Pie tricks her friends into eating a batch of special muffins that temporarily turn them into hermaphrodites. Clearly the next step is to hunt them down one by one and bang them to within an inch of their lives and/or sanity.

Silly, pointless clop. Contains futa, f/f, femdom, futasub, etc.

Inspired by the Rainbow Pie comic in the original Hoofbeat.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-25 05:36:19 UTC

Chapter One:Taking The Bait

Pinkie Pie hummed happily to herself as her friends all gathered around the table in Twilight’s kitchen. It had already been a memorable slumber party; They had ghost stories, and truth or dare, and s’mores, and all the other things Twilight’s book insisted on. That was fine and all, but it was about to get better.

“What did you want to show us, Pinkie?” Twilight asked as she took a seat next to her.

Pinkie giggled and pulled a covered tray out of her rucksack, which she placed on the table. “Tada!” she exclaimed as she lifted the cover.

“Uh… Muffins?” Applejack raised an eyebrow as she looked at them.

Pinkie giggled more as she shook her head. “Not just any muffins, silly filly! These are super duper, double looper, secrety secret muffins!” The greatest muffins ever baked, in fact.

“Not that I don’t always love your baking, darling,” Rarity spoke, “but what makes these particular muffins so… super, that we all had to drop what we were doing to look at them?”

“It’s a new recipe,” Pinkie said with a wink. “And you’re not just gonna look at them, you’re gonna eat them!”

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Plot twist.”

Oh, there’ll be twisting plots, alright, Pinkie thought with a grin.

“They look very nice, Pinkie, thank you,” Fluttershy said quietly.

“But there’re only five muffins,” Twilight pointed out.

“I ran out of batter,” Pinkie explained with a shrug.

“Oh. Well, I can grab a knife and–”

“No no,” Pinkie shook her head. “These are for you. I’ve already had this recipe, but you girls haven’t, and I need your feedback!”

“Well, if ya insist, thanks a bundle, Pinkie,” Applejack said with a smile as she reached out and grabbed one.

The other four followed suit and Pinkie watched them bite into the muffins with nervous excitement. This was it. Her plan was coming together.

Hee hee, coming. It’s a pun!

“Wow, Pinkie, thish ish great! What’sh in it?”

“Applejack, do not talk while you chew. That is barbar–” Rarity stopped to dab her lips with a napkin and knitted her brow. “Barbar…”

“Barbar what, Rarity?” Pinkie asked.

Rarity coughed into her hand. “Pinkie… what was in these muffins? I feel… strange.”

Pinkie shrugged as her friends squirmed in their seats. “Nothin’ too weird. Just some milk, eggs, butter, blue berries… some poison joke I got Discord to infuse with raw chaos…”

“WHAT!?” Twilight screamed. “Pinkie, are you crazy?”

“Only a little, but no more than anybody else.”

“Why would you do that? Who knows what could happen to us after consuming a mix of Poison Joke and raw chaos!?”

“Oh, I know what’s gonna happen. It’s raw controlled chaos, it’s very specific.”

Rainbow Dash stood up and slammed her hands on the table. “Pinkie, what the–”

Pinkie fluttered her eyes innocently as Rainbow paused and looked down. Pinkie followed her eyes to her skirt, and her eyes lit up with glee as she saw a small bump rising. “It worked,” she cackled, “it worked!”

Rainbow’s hands shot down to cover the bump as her eyes grew wide. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO US!?”

“I gave you penises!”

The other five mares stared back at her in silence, their eyes wide and cheeks blood red.

“Don’t worry, they’re only temporary!” Pinkie laughed.

“You…” Twilight began. “You gave us penises?”

“Yep! It’s so we can play a game!”

“What kind of game are we supposed to be playin’?” Applejack asked.

“How can you be this calm?” Rainbow Dash growled at her. “This is insane!”

Applejack nodded. “It is insane. So insane, I’m kinda hopin’ I’ll wake up any minute now, so no sense gettin’ upset yet. Y’know, until I don’t wake up.”

“Here’s the deal,” Pinkie said. “Your penises are fully functional, magical appendages. They’ll pop off if you come, though. So, the game is this; Each of you has a penis, at this moment. Your goal is to keep your penis until morning. If we get to 8am and any of you still have one, you all win.”

“Pinkie, that doesn’t sound like much of a game,” Fluttershy squeaked.

“Right, because I didn’t tell you my part. My goal… is to take your penises.”

Twilight blinked. “So… what?”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “You just have to make it to morning without coming, and if one of you does, you win. If none of you do, I win.”

“I don’t want to sound like I’m criticizin’ you, Pinkie, but it kinda sounds like you want to rape us,” Applejack said.

Pinkie scratched her chin for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Okay,” Applejack said as she stood up from the table, “I’m game.”

“AJ, this is not a dream!” Rainbow Dash shouted. “This is completely ridiculous!”

“What’s the matter, Dashie? You scared you won’t be able to resist these babies for one night?” Pinkie smirked, pressing her breasts together so that her cleavage nearly popped out of her tank top.

Rainbow huffed. “I’m not scared of anything, Pinkie, I just don’t wanna play this stupid game! In fact, I think I’ll just jerk off, right now, and this will be over!”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Pinkie said. “Somepony else has to make you come, or it’ll stay on.”

Rainbow covered her face in her hands for a moment before turning to Applejack. “AJ. Suck me off.”

“Excuse me?” Applejack snorted.

“Just do it, okay!?”

“It’s okay, Rainbow. I know you already wanna jump my bones so badly, there’s no way you’d make it through the whole–”

“Fine!” Rainbow shouted, pointing a finger at Pinkie. “I’ll play this stupid game, just to show you how wrong you are!” She then turned and stomped out of the kitchen area grumbling to herself. After a few moments Applejack followed her out of the kitchen.

Pinkie turned back to her remaining friends. “So, I think it’s fair if I give you all an hour to hide, or prepare, or whatever else it is you want to do, and then I start the prowl. Any questions?”

Twilight slowly raised her hand. “Why exactly are we doing this, again?”

“For fun, silly!”

“Well… I guess I’ll try anything once,” Twilight mumbled.

“Fifty nine miiiiiiinuuuuuutes,” Pinkie sang.

“Oh! R-right!” Twilight stammered as she got out of her chair and bolted out of the kitchen, Fluttershy close behind her.

Pinkie turned to Rarity, who had not moved a muscle since the conversation started. “Rarity? Uh… you okay?”

“YOU GAVE US WHAT!?"

“Stupid Pinkie and her stupid muffins,” Rainbow mumbled to herself as she sat on Spike’s bed and punched into the cushion. At least he was in Canterlot this weekend, so she was spared some embarrassment. Nopony had to know about this except her friends, and they were always good about keeping what went on at their parties a secret.

Rainbow sighed. It wasn’t like she and Pinkie had never done anything freaky together before, or the rest of her friends for that matter. There were rumors around town that the six of them had some sort of lesbian witch cult going with monthly orgies and ritual sacrifices. Those rumors were wrong, of course.

There were no sacrifices, and the orgies were more of a weekly ordeal.

Rainbow chuckled to herself. Those were good times. And while she wouldn’t admit it, she always did have a soft spot for Pinkie in those situations.

Not that she played favorites. She was happy to go down on any vagina that happened to be in front of her in the thick of things, but there was something about going down on Pinkie (or having Pinkie go down on her) that was extra fun.

Rainbow felt something stirring between her legs and realized this was probably not the best train of thought if she wasn’t trying to lose this game before it even started.

… This game was still stupid, though. And seriously, how could Pinkie think it was okay to just give her a penis? That had to cross some unwritten rule of friendship, didn’t it?

But… on the other hand, she had always wondered what it must have felt like to have a penis…

… Or to know how it felt to have an orgasm with one…

… It started stiffening again.

Rainbow looked around quickly, which was pointless, since she knew no one else was in the room with her. Still, there was always something to be said for being cautious. Satisfied that she was indeed alone, she slowly hiked up her skirt a bit and peeked down.

Staring up at her was a short, thick, blue appendage that definitely hadn’t been there that morning.

“Yep… That’s a penis, alright,” Rainbow mumbled to herself.

“I wonder…” Slowly, she lowered her hand down toward the shaft. Her stomach did flips as she drew closer to touching it, as if it still wasn’t real until she felt it in her grip. She could only prolong it for so long, though; It had to be done.

The moment she wrapped her fingers around it, she drew in a torrent of cold breath. It responded without her even thinking, stiffening further and straining against her fingers.  It lilted slightly to the left, but was definitely pointing up now; If she had to guess, this would be what guys meant when they said they were half chubbed.

Slowly she moved her hand, pulling the penis to either side gently. It responded by straightening further, sensitivity increasing with each tug. Rainbow panted. This was incredible; It felt so… so real. And so, so good.

Slowly she ran her grip up its length, and then back down. The gentle tugging of the skin brought a whole slew of new sensations, each one more tantalizing than the last.

… Perhaps this wasn’t so bad after all.

“What, yer not even gonna wait fer Pinks ta screw ya?” Applejack’s voice came from across the room.

“AJ!?” Rainbow shoot to her feet and pulled her skirt back down. “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough,” Applejack smirked. “You were so enraptured with yer lil’ thing, ya didn’t even notice me open the door.”

Rainbow felt her cheeks burning. “I wasn’t enraptured! I was just… experimenting,” she defended weakly.

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Right, experimenting.”

“Come on, like you’re not curious,” Rainbow spat.

Applejack shook her head. “Yer pathetic, RD. I'll bet the moment the very moment ya see Pinkie yer already on yer knees beggin' her ta let ya sheathe yer sword."

"I will not! I'm gonna be the last mare standing!"

"I don’t care what ya do with yours, Rainbow. I was just lookin’ for a good place to hole up, but I see this room is taken.  I’ll be on my way, then.”

Rainbow scowled. “You’re awful full of yourself. Waddaya say we make this a little more interesting?”

Applejack stopped with her hand on the door before slowly turning back to look at her. “What’ve ya got in mind?”

“How about, after this is over, whoever caves gives the winner a blow job? We’ll get another muffin from Pinkie. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have your country mouth wrapped around–”

Applejack laughed. “A blow job? That’s the best you can come up with?”

Rainbow smirked and quirked an eyebrow. “What? Don’t tell me you’re afraid to suck a little dick?”

Applejack smiled. “Oh, no, not at all. That’s just a little mundane, ain’t it?”

Rainbow frowned. “Well, what did  you have in mind then?”

Applejack put her hands on her hips and leaned over to put her mouth right next to Rainbow’s ear. “How about, winner gets anal?”

Rainbow’s eyes shot open. “What!?”

Applejack leaned back and smirked. “Unless that’s too scary for you, of course.”

“N-no!” Rainbow protested. “Of course not! I-I’m not scared of anything!”

“So it’s a bet, then?” Applejack asked.

Rainbow narrowed her gaze. “Fine,” she said as she spat on her hand and held it out to Applejack, who did the same.

“It’s a bet.”

Chapter Two:A Battle of Wits

Twilight paced her basement nervously. A glance at the clock on her cell phone told her it had been 58 minutes since Pinkie’d begun counting; Any minute now, she could come bursting down those stairs to find her.

This was exciting. Her heart rate had been elevated since the moment she left the kitchen, though by now it had calmed a little, the initial rush having mostly worn off.

Another glance at the clock. 59 minutes. One to go.

Twilight pulled the chair out from her desk and placed it against the wall and took a seat. Even though it was pretty dark down here without the lights on, there was enough illumination to see vague shapes coming from the various vials of glowing liquid from her experiments down here.

Twilight eyed the door. Would Pinkie come look in the basement? The choice to keep the lights off had been a strategic one, after all; Perhaps if she saw no light coming under the door, she’d assume nobody was down here, and move on.

Bong. Bong.

The Ponyville Clocktower. It had been an hour.

Twilight felt her heart rate begin to climb again as she watched the door. She was officially in danger, now, of…

… Of losing her penis.

Twilight laughed at the thought. This was, with out a doubt in her mind, the silliest thing she’d ever been involved in.

Pinkie was right, though; It did seem kind of fun. There was a certain primal thrill that went with being hunted or chased, hence the popularity of games like tag, or manhunt. This was like that, but with sex… So even if she lost, she kind of won anyway.

That was comforting.

“Hey Twilight, whatcha doin’?”

“Nothing, Pinkie, I’m just hi – PINKIE!?” Twilight sprang out of her seat and looked where the voice had come from. It was still dark, but she could see the outline of her friend standing off to the side of the room, leaning against the wall.

“You’re just hipinkie? That doesn’t make any sense,” Pinkie said.

Twilight looked back to the door; It was still closed. “How’d you get down here?”

Pinkie giggled. “Twilight, we’ve been friends for years, and you’re still asking questions like that?”

“... Right. Well, stay back, okay? You’re not gonna…”

Twilight stopped mid sentence as she thought about what she was about to say.

This really was stupid. And silly. And kind of offensive that Pinkie would have forced it on her friends without asking first. And really, really stupid.

… But to hell with it. “You’re not gonna take my penis!”

Twilight realized the silliest part of that statement was that she didn’t even particularly want to have a penis. If some random person on the street had walked up to her and asked ‘Hey Twilight, how would you like to have a penis for a while?’ she would have happily said ‘No thank you, sir or madam, I’m quite happy without one, thanks.’

She guessed it was just the drama of the game getting in her head.

“That’s okay, Twi, I’m not gonna do anything to you yet.”

Twilight frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Can I turn on the light?” Pinkie asked.

“... Sure,” Twilight said cautiously.

Pinkie flicked on the lightswitch and Twilight saw her there, still leaning against the wall. She’d half expected her to already be naked, and that letting her turn on the light would have been part of some sort of trap to give her an erection before she could do anything about it, but to her surprise she still had on her blue tanktop and frilly yellow skirt that was just short enough to be able to see the very bottom of her pristine white panties peeking out from…

… Perhaps she didn’t need to be naked to spring a trap, actually. Twilight averted her eyes and blushed.

“I’ve got a proposition for you, actually,” Pinkie said.

Twilight laughed. “I think we blew way past propositions when you tricked us all into eating magical boner-giving muffins and enrolled us in a game of sexual hide and seek.”

“Okay, that’s fair, but I mean a new proposition.”

Twilight paused. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

Pinkie grinned. “That’s what I like about you, Twi. You’re always willing to hear somebody out. You’ve got a second chair down here, right?”

“Yeah,” Twilight said, not sure where this was going.

“Okay. So why don’t we sit down and have a chat, for just ten minutes. If you still don’t want to have sex with me by then, I’ll leave you alone until morning. Sound good?”

Twilight laughed. “Yeah, right! How do I know you’ll keep your word?”

Pinkie shrugged. “It’s a game of wits, Twi. A battle of wills. But if that’s not good enough, I’ll Pinkie Promise it.”

Twilight bit her finger as she thought about this. One ten minute conversation, and she would win, instead of an entire night of running and hiding?

… That was definitely a trap.

“I know you’re up to something, Pinkie,” Twilight said. “I don’t trust you.”

“Well, I can Pinkie Promise other stuff, too,” Pinkie said. “What would your terms be?”

Twilight gave it some thought. “We both stay seated the whole time.”

“Done,” Pinkie said.

“... You don’t start playing with yourself, or anything like that.”

“Done,” Pinkie said.

“... You keep your clothes on,” she said.

“Okie Dokie, but only if you take yours off?” Pinkie fluttered her eyelashes.

Twilight frowned. “Why? What’s your angle?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be much of a battle of wits, now would it?”

“... Fine,” Twilight agreed.

"Anything else?"

“... No?”

“Okie dokie lokie! I’ll even throw in that I won’t kiss you.”

Twilight knitted her brows. “What? How would you without getting up?”

Pinkie laughed. “Come on, Twilight. This is me. We both know I could find a way.”

“... Alright. Promise it, then.”

“Cross my  heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, I will not take off my clothes, get up from my seat, or start playing with myself or anything or kiss you.”

Twilight couldn’t help but think she was forgetting something, but that did seem to have all her bases covered… didn’t it?

“Okay,” Twilight mumbled.

“Great! Let’s get started,” Pinkie cheered.

Twilight nodded and slowly started pulling her sweater off over her head. The basement was a little cold, but it wasn’t too bad. She folded her sweater and placed it on the desk, then unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell slightly without its support, and the cold air striking her nipples caused them to immediately stand to attention.

She noticed Pinkie watching her with unrestrained glee and blushed. “Uh… Some privacy?”

Pinkie giggled and turned around. “Sure, privacy, because it’s not like I’ve seen everything you’ve got 100 times before.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “No longer everything. And thanks for that, by the way,” she added.

“You’re welcome,” Pinkie chirped, and Twilight had to wonder if she’d even picked up on the sarcasm.

But whatever, she was done folding her pants now, and slipped her panties down off her legs with ease, placing them on top of the now completed pile of clothing on the desk.

“We’re starting at 10:10. You choose your seat first,” Pinkie said, pulling the second chair across the from the first.

Twilight glanced between the two chairs for a moment. There had to be something she was missing. Some way Pinkie was planning to trick her, but what was it?

Unable to see any advantage that could come based on essentially identical wooden chairs, Twilight chose the one by the wall and sat down.

“Alright, now you sit down,” Twilight said.

Pinkie licked her lips. “Gladly,” she said, and started walking over to Twilight.

“Hey!” Twilight said. “What are you doing?”

Pinkie turned around as she got to Twilight’s chair and abruptly plopped her rump down in her lap.

“I never said I’d sit in a different chair,” she sang.

“This is cheating!” Twilight shifted her legs as if to stand up.

“No it’s not,” Pinkie said, “but if you stand up the deal is off.”

Twilight thought about this and groaned. “I knew this was a trick,” she said, and slumped back in the chair.

“It’s alright Twi, you made me make some really good promises. I mean, I’m sure you can make it ten measly minutes with me sitting on your lap.”

Twilight thought about this as she stared menacingly at the back of Pinkie’s head, who was humming softly and tapping her hands on her knees.

In a way though, Pinkie was right; Sitting on a pony’s lap wasn’t a particularly erotic action, and while the warmth and pressure of Pinkie’s rump pressing down on her groin was certainly pleasant, it wasn’t exactly the sexiest thing she could imagine. Thankfully her penis had gotten trapped between her legs when she aborted standing up, so it wasn’t even touching Pinkie’s ass. As long as Pinkie just sat there and hummed, and if she didn’t move too much, she’d be fine.

“Frottage is a funny word,” Pinkie said.

Twilight coughed. “What?”

“You know, frottage? It’s what ‘dry humping’ is slang for, more or less.”

Twilight bit her lip. This was fine.

“Yeah, it’s a funny word,” she agreed.

Twilight sucked in air as she felt Pinkie shifting her weight back and forth, no doubt hoping to pin her penis against her legs, or better yet, in between her cheeks. The joke was on her, though, because her penis was out of reach, and totally flac–

… Actually, she could feel blood flowing into it at an alarming rate. Realizing she was making it worse by thinking about it, she aborted the train of thought.

Pinkie shifted her weight again, this time leaning back so that her arm landed in between Twilight’s breasts, allowing her enough room to turn her head to make eye contact. Slowly she lowered her eyelids and leaned forward and inch, then two, then three…

“You promised you wouldn’t kiss me!” Twi shouted.

Pinkie fluttered one eye half open. “I’m not,” she said as she brought her nose alongside Twilight’s. “We’re just talking, really, really close.”

Twilight stared openly at Pinkie’s eyelids, which managed to block out almost her entire field of vision. She could feel Pinkie’s breath playing across her face, and hear her own heartbeat in her chest pounding out like a bass drum. Those soft pink lips were right there in front of her... Beckoning her…

“Have you ever tittyfucked somebody?” Pinkie asked.

“What!?” Twilight jerked back and hit her head against the wall. “Ow!” She shouted as she reached back and–

… uh oh.

Pinkie grinned at her. She’d felt it too; When she hit her head, she opened her legs, and in turn, her penis had lifted out from its sanctum, and was now pressing against the fabric of her skirt, entirely undefended.

“Looks like somebody is awake,” Pinkie said, turning back to face forward. Twilight cursed her own stupidity in allowing this to happen.

It didn’t have to be the end of the world, though; She wasn’t super hard yet, only slightly; If she could just stop herself from getting a boner, she could still–

Twilight gasped as Pinkie clenched her glutes together, getting just enough grip to pull her penis in between them. The gentle, but firm pressure of Pinkie’s flesh surrounding it was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Blood began flowing into it rapidly as it expanded against its cotton prison.

“Mmm.” Pinkie hummed as she wiggled her ass, gently pulling Twilight’s penis with it in each direction. Twilight moaned as she did.

Unsexy thoughts, unsexy thoughts!

Let’s see… Ummm… Books! Books aren’t sexy, she thought, hoping academia could thwart Pinkie’s plans before they got going. Books are wonderful, but not sexy. Books and libraries. Nothing sexy about libraries. Of course, ponies who read books are sexy… Librarians are sexy… Pinkie in Librarian glasses? Oh my…

Twilight grabbed her head in her hands. This wasn’t working!

Pinkie untensed her muscles and laughed. “You’re pretty hard, Twi,” she said.

Twilight nodded, even though Pinkie couldn’t see it.

“Think you’re gonna make it another eight minutes?”

“What!?” Twilight glanced at the wall clock and groaned. 10:12. Only two minutes had passed, and Pinkie already had her right where she wanted.

Pinkie tensed her muscles again and Twilight felt another whimpering moan escape her. How was it possible that could feel so good?

She needed a distraction. Something else to think about. Where was she supposed to put her hands? She never knew where to put her hands. They were just hanging idly at her sides. That was weird. They should be doing something. She should be fondling Pinkie’s tits.

No!

They should not be fondling Pinkie’s tits. That was what Pinkie wanted! it didn’t matter how squishy and round they were, or how pleasantly her little pink nipples poked out from the fur around them, pressing against the fabric of her tanktop enough that she could see them nine times out of ten, or–

Stop it, brain! Twilight berated herself. She’d just leave them at her sides. It didn’t matter if it was awkward. This whole situation was so far removed from normalcy, why was she even thinking about it?

Because I want to touch her tits! She groaned again and let her forehead rest against Pinkie’s neck.

“I’m kinda bored,” Pinkie said. “I know I’m not allowed to play with myself, but we didn’t say you couldn’t play with my self.”

Twilight shook her head. She wasn’t going to respond to that.

“What do you say, Twi? Wanna feel me up?”

Sometimes Twilight had to wonder if Pinkie hadn’t developed telepathy.

“No thanks,” she whispered.

Pinkie tensed her cheeks again and Twilight moaned sharply as her penis slipped further into the gulf between them, the cotton of Pinkie’s panties maddeningly caressing it.

“Are you sure?” Pinkie taunted.

Twilight looked at the ceiling as she panted. This was okay. “Yes, I’m sure,” she squeaked, still with nowhere to put her hands.

“Okay,” Pinkie pouted, releasing her muscles again.

Twilight felt her penis rubbing softly back and forth across the fabric of Pinkie’s panties and swore under her breath. “Could you stop squirming around so much?”

“Squirming?” Pinkie turned her head to look back at Twilght. “I’m not even moving. You’re the one squirming.”

Twilight panicked as she realized Pinkie was right; Her own hips were gyrating like gears in an engine. She stopped the motion immediately, but the moment she did she could feel a dull ache passing through her groin. It hurt. And it felt so good to move, and it felt so bad to not, and how did she let this happen, and where was she supposed to put her hands–

“FINE! Fuck me!” Twilight yelled, grabbing onto Pinkie’s breasts through and squeezing as she pressed her lips against Pinkie’s.

“Okie dokie lokie,” Pinkie said around her tongue, and Twilight could see out of the corner of her eye as Pinkie lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her delicate flower, already glistening wet.

Pinkie lowered herself back down and Twilight’s whole body shuddered as she felt her penis sliding right inside her folds, the moist walls of Pinkie’s vagina coming all the way down to its base. She kissed Pinkie harder, forcing her tongue into her mouth and pressing against any surface she could find as Pinkie bounced up and down on top of her, each instance of motion drawing more and more pleasure into the tip of her prick.

“Pinkie,” Twilight whispered in between shuddering moans, “I hate you so much.”

Pinkie giggled as she kissed her back. “Sure you do.”

Twilight moved her hands down and slid them underneath Pinkie’s tank top, quickly finding her nipples and pressing them between her fingers. Pinkie squeaked in delight, beckoning her to continue. She soft, but firm yield of her tits was like glue, trapping her hands as effectively as a… a sticky thing.

Twilight couldn’t come up with good metaphors right now.

Pressure continued mounting in her penis as Pinkie’s folds stroked along its sides, building up further and further as she kissed, and fondled, and fucked, and –

Pinkie had taken out her cell phone?

“Pinkie,” Twilight gasped, “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna need this for later,” Pinkie chirped. “Say cheese!”

“Cheese? PINKIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Twilight shouted.

The flash from the camera fired, and Twilight felt a raw explosion of magical energy ignite in  her groin. It fired out of her like a shot from a gun, spilling out of Pinkie’s vagina and down her legs.

The camera flashed again. It didn’t stop. She could feel the liquid sliding down between her thighs.

The camera flashed again. Pinkie popped up off of her and posed in front of her, sticking out her tongue and giving a peace sign as she held the camera up and at an angle. The sticky liquid started to falter now, streaming out in weakening spurts that landed across her own face and chest.

The camera flashed again. The liquid stopped coming out. Pinkie smiled widely as she leaned in and licked the strand of white liquid off of Twilight’s face. With a loud popping sound, Twilight saw her penis fall off onto the floor, its magic depleted.

“Mmmm, grape flavor. You got a good one, Twi,”

“How did I let this happen?” Twilight mumbled, slumping in the chair. “I’m smarter than this…”

Pinkie giggled. “Don’t feel bad Twi, you guys really don’t stand a chance. Anyway, do you want a nap? Maybe a cigarette?”

Twilight yawned as her heart rate started to come back down.. “Maybe a nap…”

“Alright. I’ll just take this,” Pinkie said as she reached between Twilight’s legs and picked up the… what was it, a dildo now?

“You have yourself a nice nap, and I’ll be back when I need you later,” Pinkie said as she straightened out her clothes and headed for the stairs.

“Okay,” Twilight said, still slumped in the chair and panting.

“Wait… When you need me later? What does that mean?”

“You’ll find out!” Pinkie called back, turned out the light, and closed the door behind her.

Chapter Three: Sexting: Not Just For Politicians!

Rarity stared at her face in the bathroom mirror with a look of consternation. This was dreadful.

She’d accepted long ago that being friends with Pinkie Pie would lead to certain out of the ordinary situations, of course. That simply went without saying. This, though? This was out of the ordinary even for her.

And yet, at the kitchen table, when Pinkie asked if she wanted her to use the secret password to remove her penis early, she said no.

Why? Rarity didn’t want to play this game. Really, she didn’t. It was uncouth, and uncivil, undignified, and just about every other un-word she could think of.

But, on the other hand… In the most perverse way possible, it did sound like fun.

Extremely dirty, probably sticky fun, but fun none the less.

Also, Rarity hated being left out.

Not that her friends ever excluded her from things, just… Sometimes, they wouldn’t invite her to things because they assumed she wouldn’t be interested. And perhaps she wasn’t, but still, it would be nice to at least be invited.

So no, she wasn’t going to back out of this. She would play the game, and she would play to win, Celestia damn it.

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

Rarity raised an eyebrow as she heard her phone go off. Pulling it out of her waistband, she saw she had received a text from Pinkie.

Why is Pinkie texting me? she thought as she unlocked her phone and opened the message.

Lighting up her screen was a pretty typical selfie of Pinkie winking at the camera next to–

“Sweet Celestia!” Rarity dropped her phone. That was Twilight! Naked! And covered in–

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

Another text, no doubt from Pinkie. Rarity shook her head. To see a compromising picture of her friends, in what was clearly the aftermath of coitus, glistening with sweat and–

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

Another text. Rarity put her phone back in her waist band. She was not going to look. It didn’t matter if she could already feel the pressure against her leg building. Not the best day to wear jeans, she noted to herself.

“It is impolite to view such things, Rarity,” she said to herself.

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

“Oh, but it’s so much fun, Rarity!” She pulled her phone back out of her waist band and scrolled through the pictures.

The first one she’d already seen, but looked closer. Twilight’s lip wavered as slumped in the chair, defeated, her penis still erect and covering herself in her own ejaculate. Rarity giggled. “So Twilight was the first to fall, hmm? I’ll have to come up with some good zingers for her.”

The second picture showed Pinkie licking semen off of Twilight’s face, still winking at the camera, while Twilight’s mouth hung open and her eyes lay nearly closed, her cheeks a shade of crimson nearing Applejack’s cutie mark. Rarity cackled in delight. “Really, Twilight, did you even try to resist? The game only began twenty minutes ago.”

Rarity paused in her browsing to note that her penis was swelling with blood, and was horrifically uncomfortable trapped against her leg. Perhaps it would be a good idea to remove her jeans.

She quickly unfastened the button and drew the zipper down, and was immediately greeted by the sight of a fully erect white penis sticking out around the side of her thong. Oh dear… I’m quite excited… Rarity blushed.

Oh, but no one was around to see it, how much indignity could she really suffer?

Rarity reached down to see if she couldn’t find a way to tuck it inside her thong, but the moment she touched it she shuddered.

Oh my…

She pressed down on it while using her other hand to pull the fabric of the thong over it, but it was immediately evident there was simply not enough thong to do the job.

As the penis sprang back to attention Rarity panted. Touching it had made it worse, that was for certain; Now that she had, it yearned for more.

Rarity cradled it in one hand and gently stroked it, eliciting a shiver down her spine. The pain dissolved as she manipulated the appendage, replaced by spikes and lulls of gentle pleasure.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Rarity mumbled as she picked up her phone once more.

The next picture showed Pinkie mounting Twilight in reverse cowgirl while Twilight squeezed her breasts underneath her tanktop, the outlines of Twilight’s hands visible down to the slightest detail underneath the tight, blue fabric. Rarity’s hips jolted and she bit her lip as she continued stroking her member. Fuck, that is hot…

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

“Dammit, Pinkie, don’t text me while I’m ogling you,” Rarity mumbled as she opened the new text.

Hey Rarity, did u get th pics? ^_^

Rariy frowned at her phone as she typed a one-handed response.

Yes.

Quickly she went back to the pictures. The last one was disappointingly similar to the previous, but still, just about as hot. The way Twilight’s lip curled, her eyes rolling back–

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

“DAMMIT PINKIE WHAT DO YOU WANT!” Rarity shouted as she opened the new text.

Pretty hot, right? ^_^

Rarity scowled.

Yes.

She didn’t even make it back to the pictures this time.

U rnt very chatty 2day. U busy? ^_^

YES.

Whatcha doin? ^_^

Rarity grunted in frustration as she threw the phone back down on the counter and leaned on her wrists.

One wrist. Still needed the other one.

Slowly she gripped the phone in her magic and went back to the pictures. If she just relieved some of this tension, then she could go back to… to not doing this.

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

Rarity groaned as she opened the new text.

R U doing sumthing naughty? ^_^

Rarity’s cheeks burned as she continued to stroke faster.

NO.

Rly? Cuz U’ve been in there 4 an awful long time… ^_^

STOP TEXTING ME.

“There. Now I’ll just–”

Y? ^_^

Rarity shouted out an unintelligible string of syllables as she threw her phone down on the counter.

A moment later, she heard a giggling coming from the other side of the door.

“... No,” Rarity whispered, then unlocked the door and opened it.

Pinkie stood right on the other side. “Oh, hey Rarity, I was just texting you – woah!” Pinkie covered her mouth as she giggled and pointed between Rarity’s legs. “Indecent exposure!”

Rarity blinked. That minx! She did this on purpose! It was her plan all along, to get her all hot bothered, and then ambush her when she left the bathroom!

Rarity balled up her fist as flames of rage consumed her mind. Well then, let’s see how she likes it, no?

Rarity grabbed Pinkie in a levitation field and pulled her inside the bathroom, slamming her chest first onto the counter and relocking the door. “Ow! That wasn’t very nice!”

“SHUT UP!” Rarity roared as she pulled Pinkie’s skirt up.

“Hee hee, jeez Rarity, you could at least buy me dinner fir–”

“SHUT! UP!” Rarity screamed, pulling Pinkie’s panties down to reveal her glistening marehood. Rarity thrust her hips forward as hard as she could, burying her penis deep within. Her mind instantly dissolved once inside, the suckling pull of Pinkie’s folds erasing all rationality left in her.

“Oh~!” Pinkie yelped, still giggling. “Wow, you’re really excited, huh?”

“This is for making me play this – GUH – STUPID GAME,” Rarity shouted as she thrust as hard as she could against Pinkie’s backside, her hips slapping loudly off her ass with each movement. “And THIS – MMF – is for turning me into this – RRF– MONSTER!”

Oh, it was pure bliss. Every thrust felt like her entire body receiving the most extravagant of spa treatments, focused into one tiny point. Pinkie squeaked and squirmed with each smack of her ass, and Rarity smiled wider with each yelp. Electric tingles traveled up and down her spine with each satisfying thump.

“And THIS – NNG – is for being SO FUCKING CUTE,” she bellowed, punctuating a particularly powerful thrust that sent Pinkie’s hands scrambling to find the edges of the counter to hold on to. The harsh stroking of Pinkie’s lips against her skin made her entire body shudder.

Pinkie’s moans began rapidly outpacing her giggles. “Apologize!” Rarity shouted, struggling to maintain her demeanor as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

“I’m sorry!” Pinkie cried. Rarity could see both their faces in the mirror, and wasn’t sure whose was more red of the two.

“Good, now look at me!” She was close; The magic welled up in her loins, begging, demanding to be released.

“What? Oof!” Pinkie giggled as Rarity slammed into her again. “Why?”

“LOOK AT ME SO I CAN FINISH!” Rarity roared.

Pinkie turned her head slowly, and Rarity cackled triumphantly as they made eye contact. “YES! YESSS! Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!”

Rarity spasmed uncontrollably as she felt the magical energy firing through her body, flowing from every corner of her being into and out of her penis. Tiny white strands splattered out from around where she penetrated Pinkie, covering both their legs and the counter and floor.

Rarity continued thrusting, but they started to grow progressively weaker as the last of her magical seed left her system, until finally she pulled out and slumped down to the floor, panting and out of breath. Almost immediately there was a loud popping sound and Rarity saw her penis fall onto the floor.

Pinkie slowly lowered herself off the counter and slumped down next to her, rubbing her bottom tenderly as she did.

“Wow Rarity, I didn’t expect that out of you.”

Rarity shook her head. “I dont–” She paused to take a deep breath, “I don’t know what came over me… I was so angry…”

Pinkie giggled as she reached over and plucked her penis off the ground. “I don’t know what came over you, but I certainly do know who came over what.”

Rarity forced a chuckle through her panting. “Yes, yes, you win. Please, take the beastly thing away. I’m glad to be rid of it. It’s caused me nothing but trouble and discomfort.”

Pinkie smirked. “Nothing?”

Rarity frowned and gave Pinkie a scowl. “Fine, and about a minute of incredible, unspeakable pleasure.”

Pinkie patted her on the head and giggled. “Yep! That’s what it’s like being a stallion; You only last a minute or two, but you get a lot out of it!”

Rarity chuckled. She looked down, and saw her vagina thankfully returned to its rightful place.

She groaned as she also saw the remnant threads of her own magical seed smeared across her legs.

“Oh, I’ll get that,” Pinkie said, taking her finger and scooping it up, then licking it clean. “Hmm. Coconut. Unusual.”

Rarity wretched. She might have vomited, but she didn’t have the energy.

“Anyway,” Pinkie said as she stood up, “I’ve still got three more friends to fuck, so I’ll let you get cleaned up and be back for you later.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Pinkie tutted and wagged her finger. “You girls have no patience. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Rarity took a deep breath as Pinkie exited the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

… First order of business was to take a shower. Or two.

Or fifty. Yes, fifty seemed like a good number.

Chapter Four:The Only Winning Move...

“Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy looked up from her coffee mug to see Pinkie Pie standing at the entrance to the kitchen and smiled.

“Oh, um, hi Pinkie Pie. How are you?”

Pinkie narrowed her gaze. “I’m fine… how are you?”

Fluttershy looked back down to her coffee and blushed. “Umm, I’m okay, thank you for asking.”

Fluttershy chanced a quick glance back to Pinkie.

She was staring at her.

Fluttershy squeaked with embarrassment. “Are you going to… umm… have sex with me?”

She could see the gears turning in Pinkie’s mind.

“Yes,” she finally said.

“Oh… okay. Umm. Did you want to do it here, or–”

Fluttershy paused. “... What’s it?”

Pinkie sighed. “You were supposed to hide and stuff, Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy squeaked. “I’m sorry, I just… I got sleepy, so I thought I’d like some coffee, and then, I thought, if I came to the kitchen, you could catch and seduce me like you wanted, and–”

Pinkie frowned. “Okay, but the point is to catch and seduce you. If you just play along, it kind of defeats the purpose.”

Fluttershy looked back down to her coffee. “I’m sorry, Pinkie. I guess I’m not very good at this.”

She felt Pinkie’s hand on her shoulder and looked up to see her sitting down next to her. “It’s okay, Flutters. Don’t worry about it.”

Fluttershy smiled gently as she looked into Pinkie’s bright blue eyes. “Okay.”

Pinkie lowered her eyelids and started leaning forward. Fluttershy froze as she watched Pinkie’s lips drifting closer to her own, her own eyelids dragging downward by instinct.

The first brush of contact ignited Fluttershy’s lips with ignited a series of tiny electric sparks all throughout her face, firing down her spine and into–

Fluttershy giggled. That felt strange, but…

Pinkie’s tongue flicked across her lips, and Fluttershy opened her mouth instinctively to let it inside. Fluttershy could feel her breath speeding up, her heartbeat echoing louder in her ears, and her… her… thinger getting stiffer by the second. It was already rising up from between her legs, testing the structural integrity of her panties. The tension quickly became uncomfortable, prompting Fluttershy to subconciously open and close her legs, the rhythmic compression of her new appendage providing some minor relief.

Fluttershy quivered as she felt Pinkie’s hands running up along her thighs, her fingertips gently tickling her as they tracked closer and closer to…

Fluttershy squeaked in surprise at the sensation as Pinkie touched her member through the cloth with one finger, then two, then her whole hand. A moan escaped her lungs as Pinkie’s fingers slid underneath the fabric, pulling her panties down slowly until her penis popped out into the open air.

Fluttershy’s bosom heaved. Her breath left her. This was so exciting she couldn’t bear to think about it. Pinkie’s fingers gracefully stroked the skin, sending whirlwinds of bliss careening throughout her pelvis.

The effect was not terribly unlike that of a cockatrice’s petrifying glare; With Pinkie’s hands playing across her groin, she found every muscle in her body  utterly unable to do a single thing about it. She was paralyzed, simply melting further and further into Pinkie’s lips as more and more of her blood flow diverted away from her brain.

Pinkie finally broke the kiss as she took Fluttershy’s penis into both her hands, slowly lowering herself to her knees. Fluttershy chanced the tiniest of peeks to see what was going on, just in time to watch in rapt anticipation as Pinkie’s lips drew ever closer to her shaft. She held her breath, unable to look away, until–

“Ah~!” Fluttershy cried as Pinkie gave her a slight peck, millions of synapses firing too quickly to properly experience it all. Her breath devolved into a series of ragged wheezes as Pinkie gently drew her tongue along its length, the sticky trail of saliva’s cooling presence making sure that every individual twitch of muscle drew her mind inescapably into oblivion. Fluttershy bit her lip and moaned softly as Pinkie returned to the base and began her ascent again.

“That feels wonderful,” she whispered, unable to do anything else. And what else was there to do? Even if she’d wanted to, she knew she couldn’t escape this pleasure, and she definitely didn’t want to. At this point she simply had to sit back and wait for the inevitable.

Fluttershy shuddered as Pinkie opened her mouth and placed her lips – gently – around the head of her penis, letting them stroke across the flesh in tantalizingly slow motions. They were so soft, and so smooth, and every motion coaxed ever increasing amounts of magic towards the tip. She could feel it building up inside of her, begging – no, demanding – to be released.

“Pinkie,” Fluttershy whined, “you’re amazing.”

Pinkie kept right on, apparently too focused on her mission to respond. She took more of Fluttershy’s length into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop, the sensation enough to drive her entirely mad.

“Oh Pinkie, I’m gonna– I’m gonna– I’m–” Fluttershy peeled one eye open enough to look down, only to see a dejected looking Pinkie sitting back, a frown on her face. The throbbing pressure mounting in her penis cried out for attention, and Fluttershy’s hands found their way to it without so much as a conscious thought. “Umm… Pinkie? Is something wrong?”

Pinkie sighed. “I’m sorry, Flutters, this just isn’t doin’ it for me.”

Fluttershy felt her eye twitch. “What… what do you mean?”

Pinkie shrugged. “It’s just… this was too easy, yanno? I barely even had to do anything.”

“But… But, Pinkie, you… I…”

“No,” Pinkie shook her head as she stood up. “This isn’t gonna work.”

Fluttershy’s panting intensified. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll come back for you later, okay? Just… I dunno, try a little harder next time. Alright?”

Before Fluttershy could respond, Pinkie was gone.

“Shoot,” Fluttershy muttered. “And I was so close, too…”

Rainbow Dash locked the door, and the windows, and the closet door, and then the window again, just to be sure. She was dealing with Pinkie Pie, after all. No amount of care could be considered ‘too much’.

She wasn’t scared, though. No, she was just imagining how satisfying it would be when she finally got to wipe that smug grin off Applejack’s face, and the wide eyed look of terror she’d receive when the apple farmer found out she’d lost. That was going to be awesome.

So awesome that she couldn’t justify taking any chances. With that in mind, she checked the bedroom door one more time.

It was still locked.

Just as it should have been.

As smug and stupid as Applejack often was, though, Rainbow did have to admit she was right about one thing. Well, kind of right. As right as a dumb, arrogant apple farmer could be.

She shouldn’t have started working herself up before Pinkie’d even found her. If she did, she’d just be vulnerable to a surprise attack, and such a fate was unacceptable.

It was slightly problematic that her penis seemed to become agitated every time it brushed her leg, which it did a lot whenever she moved. Every bit of contact sent a new wave of shivers down her spine, and the temptation to do something about it was getting harder to resist each time.

But no. She wouldn’t let Applejack win. She couldn’t even bear to contemplate what such a fate would mean…

“Hey Rainbow, whatcha doin’?”

“Quiet Pinkie, I’m hidi– PINKIE!?” Rainbow jumped backwards as she spotted Pinkie lying on the bed, her eternal smile beaming back at her like nothing was even slightly out of the ordinary.

Pinkie giggled. “Wow Rainbow, is that a riding crop in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Rainbow’s cheeks burned as she pushed her penis down between her legs. “Shut up! Now get out of here! How did you even get in here in the first place? I locked all the doors and windows!”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you girls still ask questions like that.”

Rainbow scowled. “Fine, I don’t care. Just… Just go away, okay? I don’t wanna fuck you!”

Pinkie giggled again, drawing her wrist across her brow in a distraught manner. “Oh noooooooooo, Rainbow Dash doesn’t want to fuck me? Whatever shall I dooooooooo…”

“I’m serious!” Rainbow growled.

Pinkie shook her head. “Of course you are. Or, you think you are, I guess.” Pinkie sat up, her breasts wobbling back and forth in her tank top as she did. Rainbow averted her eyes, but not in time to avoid the image planting itself firmly in her mind. “But I’m not just gonna leave you alone. I’ve got a game to win, after all.”

Rainbow turned away from Pinkie and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Yeah, well, you’re not gonna beat me.”

“It’s easy to say that when you’re not even looking at me,” Pinkie sang.

Rainbow furrowed her brow and took a deep breath. She would not let Pinkie get inside her head. “I’m not falling for it!”

“Not falling for what?” Pinkie asked, and even though she wasn’t looking, Rainbow could hear her eyelashes fluttering along with the question.

“For this!” Rainbow shouted, throwing her arms into the air. “All of this! I’m on to you, Pinkie. You’re not gonna trick me into losing!”

Pinkie gasped. “Trick you? Who said anything about tricking you? I don’t wanna trick you.”

Rainbow shook her head. “Seriously, you’re wasting your time! Go find Applejack or something. Or don’t! I don’t even care.”

For a moment things were silent. Rainbow contemplated sneaking a quick peek, just to see if she was alone now, but stopped herself. She couldn’t let her guard down, not even for a second.

“I understand, Rainbow. The easiest way to win is not to play, right?”

Rainbow ground her teeth. “I am playing.”

“I mean, I guess you’re technically playing, sure, but you’re not really playing,” Pinkie mused. “If you were, you’d be treating this like your stunt flying. Diving towards certain doom, defying death and fear, only to break away to safety at the last possible second…”

Rainbow pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.”

“But I get it,” Pinkie continued, “really, I do. It would be awful hard to pull away from this, after all. Way harder than any stunt you’ve ever pulled, I’d bet.”

Rainbow scoffed. She would not fall for this. She would not fall for this. She would not fall for this.

“It’s alright. I’m sure Applejack will be up for more of a challenge.”

Rainbow’s eye twitched. “Yeah, I’m sure she will.”

“Yep. She sure is brave. And she’s got the resolve of, like, 40 ponies, all crammed into one. It’s not your fault that you don’t”

“I do too!” Rainbow shouted.

Pinkie giggled. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dashie.”

Rainbow growled softly. “I have plenty of resolve.”

“You don’t need to be the best at everything, Dashie. It’s okay to have some weaknesses.” Rainbow’s nostrils flared as she heard Pinkie walking across the room. “Yours just happens to be my tits.”

“IT IS NOT!” Rainbow shouted as she spun around, leveling her most devastating glare at Pinkie, who already had her hand on the doorknob.

Pinkie raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what to tell you, Dashie, except that obviously it is. Unless you want to prove me wrong, somehow…”

Letting out a primal scream of rage, Rainbow grabbed Pinkie around the waist, tossed her on the bed, and then pulled her tank top up, over her breasts, revealing the massive, pink orbs. Wasting no time, Rainbow loomed over her and pressed her palms firmly against Pinkie’s nipples, digging her fingertips into the soft, yielding flesh. “See? This is easy! I’m totally… totally immune,” her yell devolved into a mutter as she flexed her palms, feeling every minute fluctuation against her skin, clouding her mind…

“Huh. I guess you’re right,” Pinkie said softly. “You could probably stop playing with them any time you wanted, huh?”

Rainbow panted. Her penis had gone from half mast to full on erection in a matter of seconds, the soft, supple yield of Pinkie’s breasts summoning dark, destructive thoughts to the forefront of her mind. “Yeah,” she wheezed, “any time I want, I can just… stop.” And she could. Absolutely she could. It didn’t matter that Pinkie’s tits felt like nirvana to the touch, or that her hard, pink nipples elicited shivers down her spine every time they scraped across her palm, or that her penis was so full of blood it felt like it was on fire… She was fine. She could stop. In fact, she was already stopping. Her knees had hit the bed, sure, but that didn’t mean anything. And her face wasn’t being pulled in closer to the massive pink orbs by the second, like some sort of tractor beam. That would have been ridiculous. She was just tired, was all, and didn’t want to support the weight of her head right now. If her face wound up resting against the side of Pinkie’s right tit, that just made sense. It was like a pillow, obviously. And if her lips happened to be kissing her areola, it was only because it was right there, and not kissing it would be like, awkward or something. And if her tongue happened to dart out and flick across her nipple, it was only because it felt really, really good.

Rainbow felt Pinkie’s hands on her hips, and let them slowly guide her pelvis down until she could feel her penis pressing up against Pinkie’s panties. Fireworks went off in her mind as she leaned into the contact, lightly rubbing up and down as she continued suckling on Pinkie’s nipple. She could practically smell the pheromones wafting off her tits… was that a thing? Did ponies have pheromones? If they did, could other ponies smell them? Rainbow wasn’t sure, but damn did it feel like it…

“Well,” Rainbow heard Pinkie’s voice as if it were miles away, “you’ve certainly convinced me, Dashie. I’ll leave you alone now.” Pinkie’s weight shifted to the side, and Rainbow immediately shifted her own to pin her back to the bed.

“Nod tho fathd,” Rainbow grunted. It was hard to talk with a nipple in her mouth, but she liked to think she managed okay.

Pinkie’s giggling reached Rainbow’s ears, and as much as she wanted to scold her for it, it was really important that she keep suckling her nipple right now. That would be the best way to teach her a lesson anyway, right? That made sense. Of course it did.

Rainbow felt Pinkie’s fingers stroking through her hair, and her whole body shuddered as she lost herself in the wealth of sensations flooding her mind. She could feel the cotton fabric of Pinkie’s panties growing wetter by the second, adding to the maddening tug and pull across her penis, building her excitement to uncontainable–

… Uncontainable–

Rainbow felt her breath hitch in her throat. All at once she felt the magic energy firing out of her body, spewing strands of sticky white liquid all over Pinkie’s thighs and Spike’s sheets. She pressed herself further into Pinkie’s crotch, savoring every last moment of the sensation, clenching the muscles as the last few drops slipped out, before deflating, her face landing square in the valley between Pinkie’s breasts, a tired, happy sigh escaping her lips..

Pinkie giggled. “Wow Rainbow, I knew you were the fastest mare alive, but you weren’t even inside me yet!”

Rainbow blinked. What… had she just lost!? “No!” Rainbow shouted as she sprang to her feet.

Pop!

Rainbow looked down, and saw her penis hit the floor.

“Don’t feel bad Dashie, it happens to everybody,” Pinkie chirped as she hopped off the bed, picking up Rainbow’s penis and licking the remaining white goo off the tip. “Mmm… Blueberry.”

Rainbow stared at the floor where her penis had fallen.

I... I lost…

Rainbow felt Pinkie give her a small peck on her cheek. “I’m sorry you didn’t get the full experience. If you want, after this is over, I’d be happy to make another muffin for you.”

Rainbow nodded, not really to answer the question, but just because it was the easiest way to acknowledge Pinkie had said something.

“Aaaaaanyway,” Pinkie lilted, “I’ve still got two more friends to fuck, so… I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

Rainbow nodded again.

“Alrighty then, bye Dashie!”

Rainbow heard the door close and fell to her knees.

“AJ’s gonna put it in my bu-huh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuutt!”

Chapter Five:You Can't Escape The Pinkie Pie

“Here I am, all alone, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking some coffee,” Fluttershy announced to the empty room around her. “I sure hope nobody comes along and seduces me, because I’m very attached to my penis, and don’t want it taken away from me under any circumstances.”

Silence. Fluttershy looked around, saw no one, and frowned.

“Seriously, I absolutely don’t want to have sex with anyone, and if someone decided they wanted to have sex with me, I would do everything in my power to stop them..”

Silence.

“Umm… I’d run away. Or fly away. Or maybe scream! And I’d struggle, a whole lot!”

Silence.

Fluttershy groaned as she sank back in her chair, awkwardly fondling at her penis, trying to get it into a comfortable position. It was still as rock hard as it had ever been.

“What do I have to do to get Pinkie to fuck me?” Fluttershy muttered.

“Try being just a leetle less obvious,” Pinkie’s voice sounded from behind her. Fluttershy immediately whirled around to look at the source of the sound, flaring her wings and raising her arms defensively.

“Pinkie! You’re not going to have sex with me!”

Pinkie nodded. “That’s right.”

Fluttershy deflated visibly. “Are you sure? Not even a little?”

Pinkie shook her head. “Not right now.”

Fluttershy squeaked in frustration. “What am I doing wrong?”

“Oh, Fluttershy. Poor, poor Fluttershy,” Pinkie tutted. “I want to have sex with you. I really do, honestly. It’s just not time yet.”

Fluttershy’s eye twitched. “What does that even mean?”

Pinkie shrugged. “I dunno. Anyway, I’m gonna go bang AJ now, I’ll see you in a bit!”

Pinkie vanished into the darkness.

Fluttershy let her forehead hit the kitchen table with a resounding thwack!

Applejack yawned as she felt the cool night breeze play through her hair. She had her hat pulled down over her eyes as she leaned back in the chair Twilight kept out on the balcony, happy to enjoy the peace and calm of the twilight.

The door creaked open and Applejack pushed the brim of her hat up enough to see a pair of pink legs walking out onto the balcony. “Howdy, Pinks,” she said.

“Hey, AJ,” Pinkie said. “Whatcha doin’?”

Applejack stifled another yawn as she sat up in her chair, pushing her hat back to its normal spot on her head. “Just enjoyin’ the evening.”

“That’s cool,” Pinkie said, and Applejack noticed she appeared to be licking a large… purple… popsicle?

“Uh… What’s that?” Applejack asked.

“I said ‘That’s cool,’” Pinkie repeated.

“No, what’s that in yer hand?”

“Oh, this?” Pinkie asked, holding it out towards Applejack. “It’s Twi’s penis. Wanna lick?”

Applejack coughed, reeling backwards into the chair. “What!? No!”

“Are you suuuuure?” Pinkie asked with a wink. “It’s grape flavored.”

“No!” Applejack shouted.

Pinkie frowned. “Why not? You don’t like grape?”

Applejack shook her head fervently. “That’s not why!”

Pinkie pulled a white cylinder out of her waistband which she held towards Applejack as well. “Do you like coconut? Rarity’s is coconut.”

Applejack wretched. “I don’t care what flavor they are, I don’t wanna lick my friend’s disembodied penis!”

Pinkie shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Applejack sighed as she massaged her temples. “I hope this isn’t your plan. Ain’t exactly a turn on.”

“Oh, no, of course not,” Pinkie giggled. “This is my plan.” Pinkie went back to licking the purple penis while pressing the tip of the white one against her nipple, rubbing it in small circles.

Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Uh… Okay? I guess that’s kinda hot, but–”

Applejack was interrupted by Twilight and Rarity appearing at the door, both completely naked, eyes half-lidded and cheeks blushing furiously. They slowly walked onto the balcony, sharp squeaks and moans interrupting heavy panting.

Applejack shot to her feet. “What the fu–”

“Restrain her, girls,” Pinkie said.

Before Applejack could react Twilight and Rarity bolted forward, grabbing Applejack’s arms and pulling them behind her back. Applejack tried to pull away, but they’d caught her off guard and now leverage was on their side. They forced her down into the chair as Pinkie slowly walked forward, grinning widely.

“The fuck is this, Pinkie!? What’d you do, steal their souls?”

Pinkie’s grin disappeared as she shook her head. “No no no, nothing like that. I’m just mind controlling them.”

“What!? How!?”

“By doing sex-stuff to their penises, duh,” Pinkie explained.

Applejack prided herself on being cool under pressure, but she could feel her breath getting away from her regardless. “Twi, Rares, ya don’t have to do this! Fight it!”

Pinkie giggled as she gave Twilight’s penis another long, slow lick, and Twilight visibly shook at its conclusion.

“Sorry Applejack,” Twilight said softly between pants, “It just... feels so good…”

“This is some next level fucked up shit, Pinkie!” Applejack growled.

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “I’m not hurting them, AJ. They’re enjoying it.”

“Yes,” Rarity moaned, “I’ve never felt anything so – ah~! – amazing.”

“How do I know yer not makin’ ‘er say that with yer freaky gypsy magic?” Applejack narrowed her eyes.

Pinkie frowned and held the penises away from her body. Immediately Twilight and Rarity snapped out of it.

“AJ, why’d you make her stop?” Twilight whined.

“Really, Applejack, must you ruin everything fun?” Rarity asked with a glare.

Applejack gaped. “Are ya kidding me? Yer’re actually okay with this?”

“Uh, yeah?” Twilight said. “It’s really hot.”

“Indeed,” Rarity nodded, “you really must experience it. When we’re done here, I mean.”

Pinkie smirked. “Okay? Your conscience satisfied now?”

Applejack nodded slowly. This night just kept getting stranger.

Pinkie giggled and held the two penis in front of her face, licking along their length with half her tongue on each. Twilight and Rarity shuddered as the empty look returned to their eyes, and Applejack cursed the stars as she felt her penis stiffening between her legs, pressing against her thigh. She opened and closed her legs a few times, marvelling at how just that little bit of pressure sent entire shocks of pleasure all the way up her spine.

“So let’s see what we’ve got here, hmm?” Pinkie said as she kneeled in front of Applejack and pushed her legs open. Applejack tried to stop her, but leverage seemed to be among her enemies tonight. Pinkie giggled as she ran a finger around the outline of Applejack’s package, the denim doing little to spare the apple farmer from the menace of her touch. “Oh my, AJ, you look like you’re about to explode! Let me help you with that!”

“No,” Applejack snarled through her gritted teeth.

“Of course,” Pinkie mused, “I can’t neglect Twi and Rarity…”

Applejack took in a sharp breath as Pinkie kissed the head of her penis through her shorts. She could only imagine how good that would feel if she wasn’t separated by the fabric… As Applejack tried desperately not to follow that train of thought, Pinkie brougt Twilight’s and Rarity’s penises down to below her skirt. A moment later Applejack saw her lift her panties off and drop them off to the side. Pinkie squeaked as she moved her hands below her skirt and Applejack could feel her cheeks burning with heat. Was she…?

Twilight let out a massive yelp, clutching tighter to Applejack’s arm. A moment later Rarity did the same, and Pinkie brought both hands back into view, no longer holding either of their penises.

“There we go,” Pinkie said with some mild grunting, “I think that’ll work for them.”

Applejack could feel her eyes widening by the second, her cheeks burning hotter as her member stiffened further.

“Now then, about you…” In one fluid motion Pinkie undid the button on Applejack’s shorts and slid them right off her legs. Her penis ached as it pressed against the inside of her panties, stretching them to the limit. “Looks like somebody’s horny~,” Pinkie sang.

“Yer’re cheatin’,” Applejack panted.

Pinkie leaned foward and licked at the fabric, her tongue drawing circles around the head. Applejack bucked her hips and rocked the chair back, and immediately Twilight and Rarity twisted her arms behind her back, the sharp pain ending her struggle immediately.

“Twi, Rarity, the prisoner is misbehaving,” Pinkie said with a pout before wiggling her bottom against the floor. “Pacify her.”

Applejack gasped as Rarity placed one hand beneath her chin and turned her face to capture her lips in a kiss, the white unicorn’s tongue immediately sliding in and raking the top of her mouth. At the same time she could feel Twilight pulling her shirt up until her breasts were revealed, and the cool presence of Twilight’s tongue circling her nipple, immediately causing it to stand on end. Applejack bit back a moan as she felt her arms being captured in two separate magic fields, and though her vision was obscured by Rarity’s luxurious purple mane, she knew the feel of her friend’s tits well enough to know it when her hands pressed up against them.

“That’s better,” Pinkie mused, but Applejack barely heard her through the complete overload of her senses going on. She stopped struggling as Pinkie pulled her panties off. “Now that you’re behaving, I’ve got a special reward for you.”

Applejack took a deep breath of Rarity’s scent as she melted into the myriad contact assaulting her body. Just as her lungs reached capacity she felt the most unbelievable feeling she’d ever known; Softness, pure, yielding softness, completely surrounding her penis, dragging up and down across its skin in slow, stroking motions. Applejack’s spine rattled as she realized Pinkie was titfucking her.

“Do you like that, AJ~?” Pinkie’s voice lilted.

Applejack moaned and nodded in reply.

“I’m glad,” Pinkie giggled, and slowly lowered her mouth towards the head, her breath playing across its tip, sending fresh shivers through Applejack’s mind.

She couldn’t speak with Rarity’s tongue in her mouth, and her hands might as well have been glued to her friends boobs; Her legs had never felt this much like dead weight in all her life, not even after day-long marathons of applebucking. Her entire mind was consumed in an inescapable barrage of tit.

Slowly, Pinkie increased the pace of her pumping. Applejack began to rock her hips in time with Pinkie’s motions, unable to do anything else. Twilight was massaging her breasts now, alternating her tongue and lips back and forth between Applejack’s nipples with maddening celerity; Rarity’s fingers stroked along the sides of her rib cage, tracing her curves with the lightest touch imaginable; And all the while, Pinkie kept on pumping, the irresistable power of her breasts eliminating all imaginable resistance. Twilight’s and Rarity’s moans echoed her own, growing louder and louder with each passing second.

Pinkie’s lips finally closed around the head of her penis and Applejack bucked her hips as hard as she could. Pinkie’s tits compressed around the base as her shaft shot into her mouth, and immediately Applejack could feel the magic energy firing out of her body, every pleasure she was already experiencing amplifying itself ten-thousand-fold. Applejack let out a high pitched whinny as the magic concluded its sticky barrage, her body collapsing back into the chair and almost immediately to the floor as her friends fell on top of her in a sweaty, naked heap.

Pop!

Applejack panted heavily. That could well have been the most amazing experience in her life.

Pinkie giggled as she rolled off of Applejack, pulling her penis out from between her breasts and licking the remaining white goo off the top. “Weird.”

Applejack summoned just enough energy to lift her head until she could make eye contact. “Pardon?” She asked breathlessly.

“I expected yours to taste like apples, but it tastes like oranges! I guess it’s ‘cause you’re orange.”

Applejack let her head hit the floor.

Pinkie disappeared back into Twilight’s bedroom, leaving Applejack, Rarity, and Twilight in a still panting pile on the balcony.

“Well, then,” Twilight said, slowly standing and offering her hands to help the other two up, “Umm… Sorry, Applejack. There seems to be some magical properties to the penises, where you can still fee–”

“Don’t explain it,” Applejack panted. “I don’t wanna know.”

Twilight shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“You two aren’t worried about the idea of Pinks having magical mind-controlling dildos? Shouldn’t we like, destroy ‘em after this ‘er somethin’?”

“Destroy them?” Rarity chimed in, arching an eyebrow. “Did you not feel that? Destroying such a thing would be criminal!”

“We can cross that bridge when we come to it,” Twilight said as she finished helping the other two to their feet. “For now, I could use some coffee.”

“Yeah… I guess that sounds good,” Applejack agreed.

“Quite,” Rarity nodded.

The three descended the stairs as the first rays of sunlight peaked over the horizon.

Chapter Six:Chekov's Buttsex

7:50.

Fluttershy’s eye twitched as she watched the second hand of the clock march steadily on, counting the seconds down to its inevitable conclusion.

At 8 am, the game would end.

And where was Pinkie Pie!? Was this all just some sort of sick prank? She was going to get Fluttershy all worked up, leave her alone for hours with no hope of relief, and then not have sex with her?

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. Everypony else got to have sex with Pinkie Pie. What was so wrong with her that Pinkie would just exclude her from all the fun? She’d gone through the trouble of baking a muffin for her, so what was the point of that? Fluttershy had never felt so dejected in her life.

She’d run into the others. They all regaled her with the incredible stories of the ridiculous and improbable sex they’d been having. That wasn’t fair. Fluttershy liked ridiculous and improbable sex just as much as the next pony…

Fluttershy grunted in frustration as she pushed her penis down between her legs and shut them tight around it, the firm pressure providing some minor relief from the aching need she felt. It just wouldn’t go away. Ever since Pinkie’s lips had touched it, she couldn’t get it out of her head; The silky smoothness, gently sliding across her tender flesh, sending innumerable shivers and shocks all up and down her spine, and–

Fluttershy screamed. It was too much. She didn’t care about winning; That was pointless. She was promised ridiculous, improbable sex, and she was going to get it! She just had to be assertive, like Pinkie and Rarity taught her. She could do this.

Bursting out of the den, Fluttershy cast her gaze around the ground floor; Twilight, Applejack, and Rarity sat at the kitchen table sipping cups of coffee. Not helpful.

“Fluttershy!? What are you doing?” Rarity asked.

“Shouldn’t you be hiding? You’re the only one left!” Applejack said.

Fluttershy furrowed her brow. “So?”

“So if you don’t make it, we’ll all lose! You’re our last hope!” Twilight’s voice echoed with a sense of anxiety that just made Fluttershy angrier.

“So that’s how it is?” Fluttershy shot back, narrowing her eyes. “All of you get to have sex with Pinkie, but it falls to little old Fluttershy to win the game? Oh, don’t worry, she won’t mind, it’s not like she likes sex at all, she much prefers being left out of the fun!”

Fluttershy’s friends exchanged a quick look. “But…” Applejack raised an eyebrow, “don’t you care about winning?”

“NO!” Fluttershy shouted. “I care about taking this monstrosity that has been attached to my body and ramming it so far up Pinkie’s vagina she can’t even walk until next Summer Sun Celebration!”

Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack blinked.

“That’s some colorful imagery,” a giggling voice came from above.

Fluttershy looked up to see Pinkie leaning against the upstairs railing, her eternal smile present as ever. She narrowed her eyes and snarled. “Pinkie! Get down here!”

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie chirped as she vaulted over the railing, landing in front of Fluttershy and winking. “So, you ready, then?”

Fluttershy glared. “I’ve been ready for hours!”

Pinkie smirked. “Sorry about that. But I saved juuuuuuuuuust the right amount of time for you!”

“Uhm,” Twilight interjected, “should we leave, or…?”

“Oh, NOW you’re gonna be bashful?” Applejack scoffed, shooting her a look out of the corner of her eye.

Twilight looked down at the floor and blushed. “That’s fair, but… you know… magic… mind control…”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Whatever, let’s go find Rainbow. I’ve got some things to discuss with her.”

Fluttershy watched the other three leave and turned back to Pinkie, who rolled on her heels slightly as she whistled nonchalantly.

“So, how do you want to–”

Fluttershy didn’t even wait for Pinkie to finish her sentence before she was upon her, mashing their lips together in a furious assault. To Pinkie’s credit, she wasted no time in reciprocating, darting her tongue into Fluttershy’s mouth and exploring every inch she could. Fluttershy ran her hands through Pinkie’s hair, forcefully breaking through the tangles they encountered as they stroked through the luscious pink curls.

Pinkie giggled as Fluttershy pressed harder against her mouth, and Fluttershy felt her fingers slowly tracing down her abdomen, the light touch electrifying the whole region and causing her muscles to spasm. She disentangled one hand from Pinkie’s hair and grabbed her wrist, pushing it up against her flesh and forcing it lower, until she could feel her fingers poking at her waist band.

“You’re not wasting any time, huh?” Pinkie asked as she followed through on Fluttershy’s physical instruction, sliding her hand gracefully into her panties and gently stroking over the base of her shaft.

Fluttershy’s brain lit up with sensation, new muscles tensing as she sucked in air. Pinkie’s fingers curled around her girth, beginning a gentle, rhythmic tug and pull that she couldn’t help but to move in time with. Her breath shuddered out of her as Pinkie broke their kiss and moved her face to the side, licking at her jaw and ear. Fluttershy panted, grabbing onto Pinkie’s hips and sliding one hand down the small of her back, slipping her fingertips under her skirt and pressing downward. Pinkie squeaked as the firm flesh of her ass greeted Fluttershy’s phalanges, sending fresh waves of pleasure up through her arm. Fluttershy gently moved her other hand underneath Pinkie’s shirt, pushing up far enough for her to trace the sloping curves where Pinkie’s breasts met her ribcage.

Pinkie grabbed Fluttershy’s wrist and pushed it up until she could feel Pinkie’s nipple poking her palm, firm and perky as a pencil eraser. Fluttershy’s penis felt as hard as a diamond, barely sated by the gentle stroking Pinkie provided. The way her ass and tits pressed against her hands, yielding to every rub and squeeze she offered them, just made it worse. She needed more.

If you want to insert, you’ve got to assert!

Fluttershy pushed forward, rolling on top of Pinkie as they landed on the kitchen table. She broke her hands away from their tactile prisons and grabbed Pinkie’s panties from under her skirt, pulling them down around her ankles and leaving them dangle there. Pinkie squealed with delight as Fluttershy stepped in between her legs, shedding her own undergarments and lining up her penis with Pinkie’s folds.

“Do it,” Pinkie whispered. “If you fuck me now, I’ll become stronger than you can ever imagine.”

Fluttershy paused. “What?”

Pinkie giggled. “Nothing, just doing a bit. Come on, put it in me already!”

Fluttershy plunged her hips forward, burying her shaft deep within Pinkie’s vagina. The feeling of her flesh pressing up against Pinkie on all sides was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Her knees shook, barely able to support her own weight with all of her senses failing to register anything but the beautiful woman currently wrapping her arms around her, pressing her pelvis further up against her own, burying her penis all the way to the hilt.

As the initial shock wore off, Fluttershy started thrusting, slowly at first and growing more rapid by the second. Pinkie squeaked and moaned with each motion, and before she knew it Fluttershy realized she was making just as much noise herself, the maddening strokes of Pinkie’s inner walls pulling every rational thought from her mind as the slapping of her hips against Pinkie’s thighs echoed around her.

Fluttershy could feel her brain melting as Pinkie’s lips found their way to her collarbone, planting tiny, rapid kisses all the way up her neck and across her jaw until she once again felt her tongue entering her mouth. She kissed back fervently, pushing her tongue against Pinkie’s and reveling in the feeling of them sliding across each other.

Fluttershy closed her eyes and panted heavily as she felt the magic welling up in her loins. She was close. The hours of torture had paid off; It was about to come to an end. Just a few seconds more, and she’d be done.

Nnf!

The magic kept building.

Mrph!

Any second, it would explode.

Hnn!

Any second–

Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!

Fluttershy thrusted forward into–

Into… air?

Fluttershy blinked. Pinkie was gone. She looked around her rapidly and saw confetti falling from the ceiling, balloons floating around her, and multi-colored strobe lights firing off in every direction.

“Congratulations!” Pinkie shouted, appearing amidst the sea of balloons and confetti, “You win, Fluttershy!”

Fluttershy blinked. “What?”

“It’s over!” Pinkie cheered.

Fluttershy’s body shook. “But… but I didn’t come yet!”

“I know,” Pinkie grinned. “That’s why you won!”

Fluttershy blinked again. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it again, sitting down against the table and placing both hands at her crotch.

Her penis throbbed with displeasure.

Fluttershy whimpered. She heard a door open, and a moment later Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack walked in, Rainbow Dash slowly following them and looking nervous.

“What happened? Did she make it?” Twilight asked.

“Yep!” Pinkie giggled. “It was close though, right down to the wire! Another couple seconds and she would’ve bust her nut all over the place!”

Fluttershy whimpered.

“Great work, Sugarcube,” Applejack said as she slapped Fluttershy on the back. “I knew ya had it in ya to keep it in ya!”

Pinkie giggled. Fluttershy whimpered.

“Well that’s great,” Rainbow said from off to the side, “but I’m pretty bushed from staying up all night. I’m gonna go hit the hay. Gnight!”

“Not so fast!” Applejack shouted, jumping in front of the door. “Sounds like somebody’s forgetting about something.”

Rainbow chuckled nervously. “What? I’m not forgetting anything…”

Applejack smirked. “Really? You’re gonna welch on our bet?”

Rainbow contorted her face for a few moments before sighing, slumping her shoulders, and slouching back towards the rest of the group. “No…”

“Yeah! Fluttershy’s all worked up, you can’t just leave her here with this huge boner!”

Applejack and Rainbow turned to look at Pinkie.

“Uh,” Applejack started, “our bet had nothin’ to do with Fluttershy.”

“It didn’t?” Pinkie asked.

“No,” Applejack shook her head, resuming her cocksure grin, “our bet was that since Rainbow caved first, I get to… How should I put it? Pillage her cellar door?”

Pinkie tapped her chin. “No, that’s not right.”

“Yes it is!” Applejack frowned. “Tell ‘er, Rainbow.”

Rainbow groaned. “Yeah, Pinkie, that was the bet…”

“But that wasn’t the bet!” Pinkie said.

“How would you even know?” Applejack asked, furrowing her brow.

Pinkie laughed. “Please.”

Applejack sighed. “Alright, fine, so in your little Pink world, what was our bet?”

Pinkie smiled. “You bet that whoever caved would give the winner anal sex.”

“Yeah, and I won the bet. Where are ya goin’ with this, Pinks?”

“You didn’t say whoever won the bet, though.”

Applejack paused as she thought back to the conversation she and Rainbow had the previous evening.

“So… yer sayin’... Fluttershy…?”

Fluttershy stopped whimpering. “What?”

Pinkie giggled and nodded.

Applejack looked to Rainbow, whose eyes were wide open, and then Fluttershy, who looked just about as shocked. “Well… Okay, I guess that’s almost as good as gettin’ to do it myself…”

“You do, though.”

Applejack cocked her brow. “Now hold on a sec’, I thought ya just said Flutters gets to put it in RD’s arse. Stop changin’ yer mind!”

Pinkie sighed. “Really AJ? Do I gotta spell this out for you? Your bet was that the winner would get anal from whoever caved.”

Applejack frowned. “Right, and Rainbow caved first, so–”

“Whoever caved. Period.”

Applejack opened her mouth to retort before a shiver ran down her spine. “Wait, what!?”

Fluttershy gasped. “So, I’m supposed to…”

“But– But– But–” Applejack stammered.

“Yep!” Pinkie cheered. “Fluttershy gets to put it in your butt!”

“HAH!” Rainbow erupted in laughter. “That’s what you get, Apple-snack!”

“She gets to put it in your butt too, Dashie,” Pinkie giggled.

“Oh… right,” Rainbow groaned.

Pinkie sidled up next to Fluttershy and nudged her with her elbow, whispering, “Told you I saved just enough time for you.”

“W-Well,” Applejack said, coughing into her hand, “She should fuck Rainbow first, since she caved first.”

“Bullshit,” Rainbow “You’re the one who wanted it to be anal! You should go first!”

“Girls, please, Auntie Pinkie Pie has it covered!” Pinkie said as she pulled a blue muffin from her hair and stuffed it into Fluttershy’s mouth, gently holding it closed and rubbing her neck until she swallowed, then started coughing violently.

Applejack and Rainbow watched as Fluttershy’s already blushing face turned into a deeper crimson as the seconds passed by.

“Did you just… feed her a second muffin?” Applejack asked.

“Does that mean what I really hope it doesn’t mean?” Rainbow cringed.

Slowly, Fluttershy lifted up her skirt and looked down.

It did. Fluttershy had two penises.

If controlling herself with one massive erection was hard, the effect of having two at once – which, Fluttershy just wanted to remind herself, should have been impossible – was absolutely impossible. The members bounced off each other as she moved her legs, standing out from her crotch and firing off too many nerve endings to count.

Pinkie sat down next to Twilight and Rarity and giggled as she grabbed a handful of popcorn from a bag that had appeared from nowhere. “So, now that we’re all on the same page, I believe I was promised a show?”

Applejack and Rainbow shared a resigned look before turning to Fluttershy, who was still staring down at her now twin penises in silence. “Uh, you know, ‘Shy, you don’t hafta do this,” Applejack said.

“Y–Yeah!” Rainbow nodded rapidly. “Uhm, we could give you blow jobs! Like, two at once! It’d be super great, and not involve our butts at all!”

Fluttershy finally looked up and narrowed her eyes. “Get on all fours.”

Applejack and Rainbow each swallowed hard and did as they were told.

Rainbow could feel the sweat beading on her brow as she waited there, staring at the wall. She could hear Fluttershy’s foot steps behind her, coming closer. Any second, she was going to do it.

She just had to grin and bear it. At least Applejack was going to get the same treatment. That made it better. Didn’t that make it better?

Fluttershy stared down at her friends’ rumps wiggling nervously before her and smiled. “Spread your legs. Please.”

It took a moment, but they did as they were told.

Fluttershy placed one hand on their opposite hips and pressed them together so that their sides were touching. With their legs spread, she could just barely see the tiny holes peeking out from between each of their cheeks.

She thought for a moment as she hovered behind them, lining up the heads of her penises with their targets. She should really deliver a one-liner, shouldn’t she? Something really punchy, to drive the point home. Fluttershy was never really good at that, though. But that was okay. This moment wasn’t about saying something cool.

It was about getting off in the most ridiculous, improbable way possible.

“PUT IT IN ALREADY!” Pinkie shouted.

“I can’t watch,” Rarity said as she covered her eyes with her hands, but spread her fingers enough to see through them anyway.

“I think after tonight, I really have seen it all,” Twilight sighed.

Fluttershy giggled. “Are you ready, girls?”

Applejack and Rainbow gave the tiniest nods possible.

Fluttershy thrust her hips forward.

All over Ponyville, two very recognizable screams echoed through the morning air.

The first thing Fluttershy noticed upon entering her friends – aside from how strange it was to feel both of their insides at once – was how different this was from when she had penetrated Pinkie’s vagina. It felt tighter, and rougher; Different, but good. The squeaks of agony and furious panting coming from Applejack and Rainbow Dash didn’t hurt, either. She had to give them credit though, they barely budged an inch, even with her hips slapping against their ass cheeks hard enough to give a satisfying Thwack with each impact.

“Atta girl!” Pinkie cheered. “Really give it to ‘em! Make ‘em squeal!”

“I’m sorry, Flutter–Ip!–shy!” Rainbow cried. “I’m–Ah!– sorry for ev–Hf–ery stupid–Ach– thing I’ve ever–Hnng!– said to–Erk!– you, ev–Ow!–ery ti–IIIIIII–me I b–RRRRRG–blew off help–ING you with–Agh!– your ani–MALS to take–Hanh!– a nap!

“Me too!” Applejack added, nodding furiously and grimacing. “Guh! What she–EEEEE said!”

Fluttershy laughed. No, Fluttershy cackled. “No more talking!” She shouted, increasing her pace, reveling in every little thump and thwack her skin made as it bounced off their posteriors, every stroke of her flesh against their insides. She took her hands off their hips and grabbed each of their manes, pulling sharply until their hands lifted off the ground, eliciting fresh squeaks from her victims and cheers from her audience. Well, from one member of her audience. The other two were apparently too mortified to make any sound.

Fluttershy moaned with pleasure as her penises slid in and out at this new angle, the added tension changing the feeling just enough to keep it interesting. She could feel their rectums stretching to accept her girth, gripping tightly as they clenched and unclenched in spasms.

The magic had started building again. Her orgasm was approaching. Of course, she didn’t want to let this experience be only pain for her friends. She wasn’t a monster, after all. Fluttershy released their manes and moved her hands down between her friends’ legs, quickly finding their clitorises with her fingertips and pinching lightly.

Applejack and Rainbow each sucked in air and moaned at the contact, bringing a fresh grin to Fluttershy’s face as she continued thumping against their backsides. Her fingers moved quickly, deftly, around their buds, poking and prodding at every inch of their exposed folds, now hearing squeaks and squeals of pleasure more prominently mixed with those of pain.

“You’re being very good, girls,” Fluttershy said. “I’m going to come soon; would you like to join me?”

It was hard to tell with all the ancillary movement generated by their bodies repeatedly colliding, but Fluttershy could see they nodded. She increased her pace, both in hips and fingers. They moaned and panted, squeaked and squealed, and shook with every motion.

The magic was ready to burst. Fluttershy returned her hands to her friends’ manes and grabbed on, pulling backward as she thrust her hips forward for all she was worth. They cried out as her arcane seed fired into their bodies, sending innumerable waves of ecstasy all throughout her body, overwhelming her senses. Rainbow and Applejack clearly felt it too; They clenched their muscles tight around her penises, only adding to the immense pleasure she felt as she emptied her reservoir of energy into their bodies.

Fluttershy clenched her muscles as the last few drops squeezed out, letting go of her friends’ manes and letting them fall to their stomachs in front of her, panting and wheezing in an exhausted, sweaty mess. As the endorphins and dopamine finished flooding her mind, Fluttershy felt her knees wobble until they gave way, causing her to land on top of them.

Popop!

Fluttershy closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

It was over.

She’d won, and it was over.

Fluttershy sighed with satisfaction. It had been just as ridiculous and improbable as she could have hoped.

“Wow,” Pinkie said as she strode over to her fallen friends, “that was totally the best live anal sex show I’ve ever seen!”

The three of them panted in response.

“Need a hand?” Pinkie offered, and helped each of them slowly to their feet.

Rainbow and Applejack rubbed their bottoms gingerly as they staggered over to the kitchen chairs, but they each appeared to think better of actually sitting down.

Pinkie scooped up Fluttershy’s discarded penises and giggled, scooping some of the lingering liquid off with her finger and tasting it. “Mmmm, Lemon! I was a bit worried it’d be banana.”

Rarity wretched. “Pinkie, those were inside their posteriors.”

Pinkie giggled. “It’s alright, they’re magic! They always stay clean.”

Rarity gagged anyway.

Fluttershy twiddled her thumbs and blushed. “Umm… I hope that wasn’t too bad for you two.”

“Nah,” Applejack said with a grimace. “Barely hurt.”

Rainbow nodded slowly, eyes clenched tight. “Yeah, honestly felt just like normal…”

Pinkie snorted. “Liars.”

“That’ll teach us to make bets, huh?” Applejack nudged Rainbow with her elbow before losing her balance and almost falling.

“Yeah,” Rainbow agreed, still rubbing her ass.

Curious, she chanced a peek at Applejack’s bum. She couldn’t tell where her cutiemark ended with how red it was. Hers was no doubt the same.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna go take a nap to end all naps,” Rainbow said, waddling slowly towards the door.

“Me too,” Applejack said. “This has been… fun, I think.”

“Yeah,” Twilight said, stifling a yawn. “I think we all deserve a pretty good sleep after… this.”

“Are you sure?” Pinkie asked. “I still have some muffins left.”

“NO!” Five ponies shouted in unison.

Pinkie giggled. “Alright. Oh! Do you want your penises? As souvenirs?”

The other five exchanged some quick looks and blushed. “Uh… No. Why don’t you hold on to mine, Pinks?” Applejack said slowly.

“Yeah, uh, mine too,” Rainbow chimed.

“Yes, that would be best, I think,” Rarity agreed.

Twilight and Fluttershy nodded.

“Okay,” Pinkie said, taking them and stowing them in a small pink box.

“Uh… so what are we doing next week?” Fluttershy asked from the table.

“Oh!” Twilight’s eyes lit up as she rushed up to her room and teleported back down holding an old dusty cardboard box. “I actually have something I think we should do next week!”

“What is it?” Pinkie asked, hovering over her shoulder and eyeing the box.

Twilight smirked. “We’ve played Dungeons and Dragons together a few times, and you all enjoyed it, right?”

The other five nodded slowly. “But weekends are for sex parties, Twi,” Pinkie said.

“I know. That’s why next week we should play…”

Twilight paused to blow the dust off the box.

“... Towers and Tentacles.”

~Fin~