Pinkie Pie: Everything is Fun!
Pinkie Pie: Everything is Fun!
(All characters in this piece are above the age of 21)
(This story is a fan work and not part of FoE canon)
Ever since The Fall, everything had been fun for Pinkie.
Not wearing clothes was fun. Sucking an endless parade of cocks was fun. Wearing nothing but a purple cow bell collar was fun. Not knowing or caring when she was going to get fucked, or by whom, was fun. There was no need to think, no need to care, and no need to do anything but what the vastly superior males around her told her to do. Even the beatings were fun, once she got into it. She just had to roll with the punches, and drink in the endorphin rushes that followed the intense pain.
Pinkie Pie nibbled and sucked on the cock in front of her, trilling her tongue on the flare before gulping it down hard. She was in an arena of some sort, or a stage, or something, and she knew that other stallions were watching. In her addled state of mind, she didn’t remember how or why she got there, or what she was supposed to do, but there was a cock in front of her so she stuck it in her mouth. It wasn’t hard to be a mare, though she had a vague sense of remembering that some of her friends were having trouble figuring that out.
She sucked hard on the cock in front of her, bringing it in and out of her mouth, throating it repeatedly. With each forward thrust she went down so far as to put her tongue on the stallion’s balls, working them as best she could with the few inches she had. She would have brought up her hands to work them as well, but they were currently bound, cuffed behind her back sometime in the past. Her ankles were cuffed as well, leather straps binding them to her thighs, keeping her in a kneeling position. Kneeling was fun, though. It meant her face was at cock level.
After a few more minutes the cock in her mouth released itself, pumping blast after blast of cum into her mouth and onto her face. She closed her eyes, not wanting to be blinded by the sticky stuff, and immediately began to lick and slurp at the mess. The taste was intoxicating. She had experimented with various magical and medicinal substances in the past, but it seemed nothing came close to cum for her. She wanted it on a deep, fundamental level, the same as she wanted food and air. She would go to any lengths to get it, and endure any hardship or humiliation. Fortunately, cum wasn’t exactly hard to come by, considering how she was passed from stallion to stallion like a bottle of cider.
The stallion in front of her was soon replaced by another, or else it was the same one back for more -- Pinkie couldn’t tell, and didn’t care. She simply put the cock in her mouth and resumed sucking, panting and whimpering as she did so, even gagging a little as she worked it in her muzzle. Someone disconnected the restraints on her wrists, enabling her to bring her hands up to the shaft. Now free to use her fingers, she expertly massaged the balls with her left hand while working the shaft all the harder with her right. Free to focus her lips and tongue on the tip and flare, she twisted her head back and forth on it, even putting her lips over her teeth to provide a smoother path for the shaft to travel on.
Someone climbed under her, or else he had been there all along and she had been too distracted to notice. Either way, a fat shaft was pushing its way into her cunt, and she adjusted a little to ensure that she could take it easily. Any semblance of tread had been worn off of her snatch long ago, and she was so loose that even the large male sliding into her right now had no trouble at all. She liked it this way -- her cunt was eternally loose and wet, either due to the juices from her own stimulation or the cum left by previous visitors. This meant that there was no need for foreplay, no need to delay her pleasure with a sexual appetizer. All that was necessary was to take the cock inside of her and start having fun with it.
Now being pushed back and forth between two males, Pinkie let herself relax, letting the males push her whatever way they wanted. She closed her eyes, using her hands to stabilize her rather than work the cock in front of her. The boys were getting aggressive now, grabbing and yanking her this way and that. Hands on her hips and the back of her head pulled painfully, each one trying to get more of her on their shaft. Still, she didn’t resist, although she did let out a few pathetic mewls to let the boys know they were hurting her. This didn’t dissuade them, and she put up no real resistance, instead enjoying the abuse. As a mare, she deserved to be in pain, so she did her best to enjoy it. Pain was fun, after all, when done in the right way and for the right reasons.
Soon the stallion in her cunt was unloading into her, jizzing like a busted fire hose. His mess overflowed, splattering across Pinkie’s thighs and getting down on the floor. She reached down and grabbed at it, trying to sop it up with her fingers. The stallion in her mouth pulled out and gave her a firm cock slap, making her wince for a moment. By the time she got her bearings he was cumming on her as well, putting long blasts across her face and chest. She did what she could to catch it, but most of it landed outside of her mouth, forcing her to rub, lick and slurp at what she could find.
The two males retreated, leaving her on the stage alone. Instantly she dropped down on all fours, cleaning up the mess left there. Her tongue brought back the taste of wood, of mud and dirt, of dried blood and sweat, but mostly it brought back the sickly satisfying taste of cum. She pushed at it, slurping and swallowing, panting and whimpering as she tried to get the taste into her mouth. She spun around, trying to catch stray flecks that had missed her entirely. However, the floor soon proved to be a dry well, and she began licking frantically at her breasts, arms and face, rubbing her fingers across them and then licking them clean as she continued to try and force the liquid into her mouth.
After a few moments of this she realized that she had totally forgotten about her cunt. Falling onto her back, she dug into it with both her hands, rubbing and cupping and pulling up the liquid. Mixed with her own love juices, this cum was the sweetest of all, oozing with flavor and filling Pinkie’s mouth with delight. While the taste sated her hunger, it increased her desire, and as soon as she was done, she longed for more. She bent herself hard, trying desperately to lick at her snatch, her own slit tantalizingly close yet still out of reach. Rolling up on to her shoulders, she found that her body weight put her only a few inches away from it. She stuck out her tongue, trying to touch it, then resorted to digging her fingers in and pulling out the juice. It was every bit as delicious as she had hoped, but it soon ran out, leaving her wanting.
Falling back on all fours, she looked around, hoping to see a cock somewhere. Even though she’d just been enjoying several, she was so desperately hungry for one. She needed it in her mouth, and every moment without one was agony. Still, there seemed to be none to find, only a white circle of light with the vague shadows of a crowd off in the distance. She crawled to the edge of the circle and whimpered, opening her mouth wide and begging.
“See? I told you, she’s the best performer at Cherry’s farm.”
The voice was male, and Pinkie Pie crawled towards it, whimpering. Male meant cock, and cock meant fun. And she was in constant dire need of fun.
“No shit. So are we ready for the ‘audience participation’ part of the show?”
“Yeah. Just make sure they come in twos and threes. She’s not a princess, you know. She has limits.”
***
Cocks. Cocks everywhere. Cocks in her hands. Cocks in her mouth. Cocks between her breasts. Cocks in her cunt. Cocks up her ass. Some were real, some were rubber. Some were hard, some were still getting there. Pinkie Pie couldn’t remember having so many cocks in her, on her or around her. Granted, ever since The Fall, her memory had been spotty at best. Long tracts of it were missing, and those parts that remained were a haze of cocks, interspersed with the occasional vagina or tentacle.
The taste of kibble lingering in her mouth let her know she had just eaten, and the way her fur and hair felt let her know that she had been washed recently as well. She didn’t even feel thirsty. She did want more cock, though, and fortunately there was one in her mouth already. One in her cunt too, and one in each hand. It still wasn’t enough, though. It was never enough.
She rode the one between her legs hard, squeezing down on it and rubbing it with her lower lips. Whoever was in there was truly a gifted male, his enormous size making her stomach bulge as he pushed it back and forth inside of her. It was a little painful, but not to the point of her wanting to have it pulled out. Indeed, the pleasure greatly outmatched the pain, and the agony was like hot peppers mixed into her favorite cum-flavored ice cream -- it would turn off a normal mare, but it just made her want it all the more.
The three cocks at eye level required more attention, though. The stallions were all quite insistent, pushing and shoving their cocks, trying to get them into her mouth. They were either back for seconds or fresh arrivals, since she could taste thick ropes of cum in her mouth and feel them drying on her shoulders and breasts. She longed to start licking up that cum, but she knew better than to put her desires over those of her vastly superior male companions. Besides, soon they would be cumming in her mouth, and fresh cum, delivered straight to her tongue, was always better than the mess she had to lick up.
She worked one with her mouth and the other two with her hands, alternating among the shafts as regularly as she could. Her movements were frantic but measured -- she didn’t want any of the shafts to get dry, nor did she want any male to feel he wasn’t getting proper attention. There was nothing worse than disappointing a male or having him feel he had failed, after all! Shaft after shaft was expertly worked, fingers, lips and tongue all moving in concert to please as best as possible.
Soon one of the shafts began to go off, bubbling out little bits of cum and then shooting in long, firm streaks. Pinkie saw what was happening out of the corner of her eye and turned around to catch the shots in her mouth as they came. She swallowed hard, guzzling at the shaft and then placing her lips firmly around the flare. Sucking hard, she moved up her hand to milk the length, pulling on it and extracting the last of what was inside. Every drop was delicious. Every bit made her want more. As soon as the shaft finally pulled away, she turned her head to the right, jamming in the one that was there and working it all the harder. Too much was never enough, and even with three stallions pounding away at her, she wanted four. Fortunately, as soon as the now satisfied male stepped away, another one took his place. When had things ever been this fun? How could she ever hope -- or even care -- to stop?
The stallion between her legs was getting insistent. Pinkie kept her hands and lips in motion, but shifted her focus to him as best she could, grinding and writhing on top of him. Her sex no longer had the tight snap it once had, but she could still work him with her lips and body. She squeezed her hips together and pulled upward with her waist, working to massage his shaft a little as she continued to work him. Just because she was a total slut didn’t mean that she couldn’t show him a good time, and she refused to give him anything less than the 100% she knew she was capable of. Bearing down on him with all her weight, she began to bounce, riding him up and down in long, slow motions. It was hard work, lifting her entire body with only her thighs, but she couldn’t let any male down. She had to try -- no, she had to succeed!
Putting all her effort into it, she pushed herself up and then let her body fall again and again, using her own weight as best she could to work the shaft deep in her cunt. The male was groaning now, his balls tightening beneath her as he approached his orgasm. She whimpered a bit, tears running down her cheeks as she strained to keep lifting herself and slamming down on to him. The males in her mouth and hands were getting insistent, and she couldn’t hold out for much longer without making them feel neglected. She had to finish them all off -- what kind of useless mare cunt would she be if she couldn’t even be fun?
Moving in a long series of circles and loops, she worked all four cocks at once, gyrating her body and passing it around in an attempt to perfect her working of all the shafts. All four were pulsing now, getting hard and ready to unload on her. She whined, trilling her tongue across the cock in her mouth even as she ground on the one in her cunt with her hips. Her need for cum -- and her need for fun -- was driving her over the brink, and it was all she could do just to maintain.
When the males began to lose their loads, however, all semblance of sanity was lost. It was as if her mind itself was being blasted by the cum, her body convulsing as she was coated in the wet, sticky fluid. It was coming at her from all sides at once, and even from her insides. She swallowed at it, licked and slurped at it, worked it into her fur with her hands and nose. She kissed the cocks around her, worshiping them even as she milked them, trying to extract every last drop of the milky substance from each shaft. Her own orgasm had left her reeling and mindless, and as the males finished, she found herself licking desperately, trying to swallow the cum on and around her as well as find new cocks to suck.
She barely had to wait, after a quick spray of cold water from a nearby hose to make her slightly more presentable, five more males came forward. She gasped, hardly able to believe how lucky she was. Five cocks at once! Most mares could never hope for such a bounty! As soon as one stallion reclined she climbed up on him, pulling her wet tail back with her hand to reveal her gaping anus.
“Don’t worry boys, I know how to take five - it’s fun!”
One in her cunt, one in her ass, one in her mouth, and one in each hand! With so many cocks in and on her at once, she almost felt sated. If only there were some way to have one shoved between her tits as well! Still, a bit of tit sex could always come later -- and these males would most certainly cum later, as would the next, and the next, and the next. She didn’t care of there were ten or ten hundred, she wanted them all inside her, all cumming on her. The more there were, the more fun she was having. And she was never having enough fun.
***
Pinkie sighed from inside her cage, cuddling up to the nice cold straw strewn about the bottom. She had lost a lot of time today, but what fleeting moments she could remember had been fun, so she presumed whatever she had forgotten had also been fun. Fun was all that mattered, other than occasionally remembering to eat her kibble, drink her water, and always do what a male told her to do. Her cow bell jingling, she laid down in the straw to sleep, already eagerly looking forward to whatever cocks would come her way in the morning.
However, just as she was about to go to sleep, a nearby door opened with a loud clang. It wasn’t that unusual for someone to come in and check on her late at night, or just get a quick blowjob while he was passing by. She closed her eyes, pressed her muzzle up to the bars of the cage and opened her mouth wide, wagging her tongue and letting whatever male was coming through the door know that she was ready.
“There will be time for that later, you pink slut. I rented you for a reason -- I need you to help me ensure this stupid friend of yours knows her place.”
Pinkie opened her eyes to see Soarin, who was dragging Rainbow Dash in on a leash. Rainbow had visibly been beaten recently, her backside was still fresh with bruises from both a cane and a whip. Likewise her hands and knees were bloodied, the flesh worn raw from an unusually long forced crawl. Pinkie felt sorry for Dashie -- clearly she had still not yet learned that she was a worthless, stupid mare, and that her only value was her ability to provide sexual pleasure to various males. Pinkie hadn’t even needed one day’s worth of beatings to cement this in her tiny little mind, and she pitied the fact that Dashie still hadn’t realized how much more fun things were now.
“How can this worthless mare help you?”
“Just do what I tell you, cunt. You’re going to help me train this bitch for a bit.”
“Okie-dokie-lokie! This is gonna be fun!”
The lock was undone on Pinkie’s cage and she crawled out, panting and whimpering on the floor like the dog she was. She looked up at Soarin, begging with her eyes, eager to get started. His hand smacked across her face, her cow bell banging loudly as she fell.
“Shut up and do what I say, or you’ll end up like your friend.”
Pinkie shook her head and got down on all fours, looking at the floor and whimpering. She didn’t want to be a bad mare -- bad mares were no fun at all! She flicked her tail, patiently and obediently waiting for what came next.
“I rented some training equipment for you, Rainbow Dash. I know how you like to fucking train.”
Soarin wheeled in a large metal frame that stood up just past his waist. The lower areas were lined with cuffs, the upper area appeared to be mobile, moving back and forth with the help of a complex system of levers. Using what brute force was necessary, Soarin forced Rainbow Dash into the device, strapping her in firmly. When she was properly strapped, Pinkie Pie realized that the device was designed to force Rainbow to slide her head back and forth, as it gripped her head firmly and moved it in a straight line. The cock ring he forced into her mouth made it clear that this was some sort of oral training device, intended to push the limits of unwilling mares.
“All right Pinkie, you get under her and provide proper ‘incentive.’ I know your tongue is good for rewarding any mare’s good behavior, so you just work away down there until I tell you not to.”
Pinkie nodded and climbed into the cramped space under the machine. It was dark, but Pinkie could find her way around by touch, moving in between Rainbow’s thighs and working delicately on the mare’s lower lips. She could hear Rainbow whimpering and moaning up above, as well as the machine’s cranking and creaking. Drips down onto Pinkie’s face let her know that Soarin was using his own cock rather than a dildo, and that he was already preing hard into Dashie’s well-abused face. Pinkie envied her somewhat -- she loved to have a cock jammed down her throat, and Soarin’s looked really big and delicious. She also loved to play in new machines, since there was no telling what they might do to her or how fun they might be. Still, Dashie didn’t look to be having very much fun. It was sad, really, since if she’d just give in and accept what a worthless mare she was, she could be having a good time, just like Pinkie.
Determined to show her friend how good it would feel to give in to her urges, Pinkie dug her tongue in hard, licking and lapping at Rainbow’s lower lips as hard as she could. She dug in her teeth and lips, nipping at Dashie’s clit with her teeth. She sucked on the clit too, working it with her lips and tongue as expertly as she would any dick. This done, she shifted to working it inside, hunting around for the g-spot using her long tongue. She couldn’t quite read Rainbow, who was still gagging and coughing from the huge cock being forcibly jammed down her throat, but she still wanted to make sure that she did the best job possible. Only the best, most fun mares got to eat cunt like this, and she was determined to prove to Soarin that he had picked the right mare for the job.
After a few minutes of abuse, Rainbow Dash began to twitch and convulse, her body alternately growing very tight and very loose in its straps. It took a minute for Pinkie to realize that Dashie was choking -- poor Dashie! It was so shameful to choke on the job, especially when one was getting to work with such a huge and beautiful cock as Soarin’s. Clearly, Dashie had never gotten used to sucking big cocks, and had no idea how to control, measure and hold her breath so that she would not choke, gag or pass out. And from the looks of it, the latter had just happened.
“Shit, I guess I didn’t know my own strength.”
Soarin pulled out with a long, wet slurp, tapping Rainbow’s cheek and checking her wrists and neck for a pulse.
“Damn. She’s still breathing but she’s out cold. You think she’ll be okay, Pinkie?”
“She’s a dumb mare cunt, Sir. Of course she’ll be okay!”
Pinkie crawled out from under Dashie, looking up at Soarin with a smile. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see that Dashie was taking long, deep breaths. Her body was too limp for her to be faking unconsciousness, but still, Pinkie was a little worried. It wasn’t exactly normal for a mare to pass out like that, at least not when she was exhausted after sixteen hours on the job.
“You sure? I’m worried I might have hurt her. You know, brain damage or something.”
“Don’t be silly, Sir! A mare doesn’t need a lot of brains to suck cock.”
“Care to prove your point, bitch?”
“With pleasure!”
Pinkie came in close, sucking and kissing on Soarin’s cock. It was still wet with spittle and precum from Rainbow Dash’s mouth, making it enter into her muzzle easily. Not waiting for Soarin to get insistent, she pushed herself down on the shaft hard, gagging audibly as she sent her lips all the way down to the base. Ignoring the choking and burning pain in her throat, she licked a little at Soarin’s balls, but brought her hand up to work and caress them as well. She slid back slowly, breathing through her nose when her throat became clear, letting the hot air of her breath dance across his tip.
“Damn, bitch, your mouth cunt is almost as good as Celestia’s…”
Pinkie blushed, hardly able to contain her excitement. Celestia was no Twilight or Cadence, but she was well renowned for her oral expertise. The comparison was quite flattering, especially for a useless dumb mare. Eager to prove Soarin’s words were accurate, she began to work herself up and down the shaft, using her hands as well as her lips and tongue to really work the length in its entirety.
Soarin didn’t need much more persuasion. His time with Rainbow Dash had left him very close to cumming, and Pinkie’s stimulation pushed him screaming past the edge. He came like the racehorse he was, blasting jet after jet into Pinkie’s eager mouth. He huffed, holding her down and grunting as he came, his balls tight against his groin as he unloaded again and again.
Swallowing hard, Pinkie could hardly contain her happiness. She had rarely managed to make a stallion cum so fast, even after he had been “worked up” by another mare. It was a sure sign of success that she was able to push him to orgasm so fast, especially when he was visibly upset about Dash and probably more than a little distracted. As she finished swallowing she brought her hands up to her chin, whimpering and begging as she wagged her tail like a dog.
“Shit, you sure you aren’t for sale? I’m sure a bitch like you is tons of fun.”
“It isn’t for a stupid mare cunt like me to know such things, Sir! But if you bought me, you can bet I’d be fun all the time!”
“Enough fun for now, though. Help me get Rainbow Dash out of those restraints. I think I’ll take her to the vet for a check-up. I’m not about to lose my favorite toy just because she doesn’t know how to breathe, the stupid cunt.”
Pinkie nodded, bouncing over to the frame and helping Soarin take Dash out of the restraints. She had been called fun! Truly, this was the best day she’d had in months. Too bad she could barely remember any of it. Oh well -- there was always another fun day tomorrow!
Author's Note
(All characters in this piece are above the age of 21)
(This story is a fan work and not part of FoE canon)