Five Course Meal

I'll be honest: taking Pinkie Pie to Manehattan was a snap decision. I hadn't planned it from the start. Sure, I had the kit ready from the start, but that was just about being prepared. After I'd fed her the meal and blown my load, I'd fully intended to load her up with brain-muddling potions, scrub away the evidence, and dump her on the outskirts of town somewhere. But seeing her on the floor, crying and filthy, covered in bruises... it would have been a waste to stop there.

She didn't struggle when I packed her up, ready to go. She just let me fold her forelegs and hindlegs in at the knees, bind them with straps, and then strap them to her body. She didn't resist when I hiked up her tail, tied it up in rope, and tied it to her mane, exposing her crotch and forcing her head back. When I forced the vibrators in her cunt and asshole she cried louder, but I can't really blame her. I mean, ten inches long, thick as tennis balls, cold, hard plastic? Who wouldn't flinch, right?

Pinkie didn't like the gag, not one bit. Partly because it was a cock gag, three inches long, just enough to make her choke and gag if she relaxes too much, and partly because it probably hurt pressing up against her broken front teeth and cut-up lips, but I don't think she liked its special features either. See, the soft plastic surface was full of holes, the core was hollow, and a tube fed into it from the outside. The tube led to a thick plastic syringe filled with dog cum, which I save in the freezer for special occasions like this. A rubber band stretched over the top of the plunger and the bottom of the barrel put pressure on it, just enough to force a few droplets of doggy jizz into Pinkie's waiting mouth. Every time she moved her mouth and licked away the cum, the pressure would change just enough to let a few more droplets through. She'd be tasting a steady flow of canine cum for the whole trip, and from what I hear, that stuff makes pony cum taste like freshly-squeezed OJ in comparison.

I blindfolded her, fed breathing tubes down her nose, and strapped on noise-cancelling headphones, playing recordings of my funtimes with previous victims. She fit snugly in the padded suitcase, and once I checked the air tanks were functional, I loaded her into the back of the garbage wagon and set off.

It takes seven hours to reach Manehattan, pulled by the wagon's steam engine, but I made it into nine hours. I stopped to eat once, and stopped to open up the case and jerk off over Pinkie Pie's terrified, blindfolded face three times.

I got to Delaney's Pool Club, a shitty dive in a basement in a shittier neighborhood, thirty minutes before it shut. Delaney is a donkey, a fuck-up, and always up for anything. The only others in the bar were Marten and Fido, a griffon and a diamond dog, both also fuck-ups. When I told them my plan, they grinned. Delaney hung the 'closed' sign over the door and went out to get some friends, I went to the wagon to get the stuff I needed to set it up, and Marten and Fido volunteered to keep Pinkie Pie company.

It took longer than I'd meant it to take to get the crap out of the wagon. I even left some nasty gear behind because it was enough work carting the frame, the tools, and the Fishbowl inside. I could always get the other stuff later.

When I got back in, Fido had bent Pinkie Pie over a pinball machine, still blindfolded, deafened and gagged, and was raping her ass. He was smoking a cigarette and playing pinball while he screwed her, his paws on the buttons, giggling as he humped away and watched the score rise.

"Careful, bud, you keep that up and yer gonna tilt," said Marten. The griffon reached under Pinkie Pie, and picked up the dildo from the floor that had been in her ass, still rattling away. He pulled the vibrator that was still in her cunt straight out, and forced the ass-vibrator in to replace it. I laughed. Seeing the stupid bitch suffer was one thing, but seeing her go ass-to-pussy with a dildo and not even know? Hilarious.

By the time I'd hammered the frame together, Fido had blown his load in Pinkie's ass. He pulled the dildo out of her pussy, plugged her leaking ass, and walked off to crack open a beer as Marten mounted Pinkie, forcing his barbed griffon dick into her cunt. I walked over, wondering if it hurt more to be split open by the huge dildo or to be scratched and scraped by a spiky cock. I thought of taking her gag off and asking her, but I didn't really want to hear her talk. Instead, I grabbed the cum syringe - still half-full - and squeezed. She gagged and shuddered as jizz pulsed into her mouth. A thin line dripped from her nose.

Marten finished off, claws digging into Pinkie's back, as Delaney walked in with his friends in tow. Three ponies, Gilt, Stretch, and Twat. Gilt was a pimp, Stretch did odd-jobs, and Twat was a cum-dumpster. That wasn't her real name. I can't remember her real name, shit, I'd be surprised if shecould. I think she used to work in the fashion industry or some shit. Gilt made her shave her mane and tail and wear a deep red wig and extensions, and he'd dyed her coat. Now, Twat was her name, job, and purpose in life. She got down on her knees to suck Marten and Fido's dirty dicks clean, and I grabbed Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie still didn't resist when I put her in the frame. She was sat down on her rump, both vibrators back in and buzzing, inside the skeleton of a wooden cube, with her neck sticking out of the top. I hammered on four sides of wood, leaving her sat in a box, and then nailed two strips of wood to the frame at either side of her neck, preventing her moving her head from side to side, and then another two strips at the back and front of her neck, so she couldn't move back or forward either. I hammered a few more slats of wood in place, and voila! Pinkie Pie, stuck in a box, with only her head sticking out.

I took off her blindfold and headphones. One of her eyes was swollen shut from her earlier beatings, but her good eye looked at me with terror.

"I'm going to change your gag now," I told her. "You're not going to speak. If you do, I'll kill you. After we've had our fun with you. Understand?"

She nodded frantically.

I unstrapped the cock gag and removed it, an unbroken line of milky-white spit and cum hanging between the tip and her tongue before snapping and dropping down onto her chin. She worked her jaw and whimpered, but was a good girl and didn't speak. Before she had a chance to fuck everything up for herself, I put a metal dental spreader in her mouth, the bars hooking into her top and bottom teeth, and cranked it wide. She cried at the pressure on her cracked teeth. I thought of loosening it to be kind, but I just spat in her mouth instead.

Then, the Fishbowl. It looked like a normal fishbowl, big enough to go over a pony's head, but it had no bottom and there was a forward slant to the top. It was a novelty item that a beauty spa had thrown out, designed to let a mare's mane luxuriate in a mixture for hours without having to lie down in a bath. The bottom was enchanted. I dropped it over Pinkie Pie's head, bottom first, and when the base touched the top of her box, the bottom of the bowl warped and shrank until it touched her neck, forming a watertight seal. The lowest part of the slanted tip was level with her eyebrows. She was crying again.

Maybe she knew what was coming next.

"I fixed the plumbing," I said. A cheer came from behind me.

I looked back. Marten and Fido were drinking, stroking their half-hard cocks. Gilt and Stretch were double-penetrating Twat, and had just filled her cunt and ass with their cum. After Twat cleaned them up, they walked over. Delaney laid her back on a table, pushed her hind-hooves up to her neck, and started slamming his cock in her cunt.

I reared up, placed the tip of my semi-hard cock at the lip of the fishbowl, and looked down at Pinkie Pie. She was shivering. I decided to warm her up.

I let loose, and blasted her face with a spray of thick, dark-yellow piss. She thrashed and spluttered, squealing as it went up her nose and in her eyes, but could only turn her head a few inches either side. It dyed her coat hot pink, steam rising off it, hot and musky. I didn't aim at her mouth, as it had already filled to her bottom lip, and I was barely half-done, so I took the time to drench her mane liberally. By the time I was down to the last spurts of piss, there wasn't a dry spot on her face. I saved the last jets for her ears. I wanted her to feel like she was drowning in piss.

The others laughed at her as I shook the last drops off. My piss was the color of egg yolks and not much thinner, and the level of piss in the bowl reached all the way up to her top lip. With the dental gag keeping her mouth open, her tongue was completely soaked in urine. She could swallow it, or sit there and taste it.

Fido didn't give her time to decide. I stepped away so he could take my place and he started instantly, aiming his stream directly at her nose. The splatter stopped her from getting air, and soon the level of piss would force her to make that choice: become a urinal, or drown. As the line reached her eyes, her hooves banged on the sides of the box. Fido pinched his dick, cutting off his flow. He was always the nicest guy of the bunch.

We heard the 'glug' as Pinkie Pie swallowed her first mouthful of hot, stinking piss. Fido was kind enough to let her take half a breath before he started pissing again.

I went and got a beer as Marten took his turn. Delaney was still railing Twat, so I sat on her face. Her tongue wormed its way into my ass, giving me the most thorough cleaning I'd had in months. I grabbed her mane in a bunch and wrapped it around my dick, jerking off as she ate me out.

I watched Gilt put the tip of a lit cigarette on Pinkie Pie's tongue with his telekinesis, only for Stretch to put it out half a second later with a jet of piss. Stretch's piss was clearer than most of ours - the guy drinks a lot - but it came out like a firehose. You could see the panic in Pinkie Pie's eye as she tried to down that stuff in time. Gilt was the worst of both worlds - there must have been two pints of near-orange piss stored up inside him before our little pink toilet drank it down.

Delaney waited until Pinkie Pie had swallowed everything before he took his turn. He practically jumped off of Twat - she whined about the lack of dick but had the sense to keep her tongue deep in my ass - hurried over to Pinkie, placed the tip of his dick on the lip of the bowl, and roared as he blew his load all over her face. The slimy goo covered her, clinging to her mane, hanging off her eyebrows, slipping down her cheeks, and dripping off her top lip into her mouth. Instead of squeezing the last drops out, he sighed and began to piss. The first blast was ropey, half-piss-half-cum, and the rest was a low-pressure spray of neon-yellow liquid. I think Pinkie Pie was almost happy that it wasn't a deluge like the last two. With careful aim, Delaney sprayed away all the cum, mixing it into a frothy broth with his piss that Pinkie was forced to consume.

Pinkie started dry-heaving once she'd finished slurping down the final load of piss, so I got the cock gag, loaded it with a fresh syringe of dog cum, and strapped it back in. The night was young yet, and she wasn't allowed to throw up unless we told her to.

We took turns with the girls, triple penetration, ass-to-mouth, ass-to-pussy, all the good stuff. Me and Delaney double-stuffed Twat's ass while she ate out Pinkie Pie's cunt. When we finally let Pinkie throw up, we saved a doggy bowl of it, and started a fucking competition. Last bitch to get three guys off had to lick it up. Twat lost, and lapped up a mixture of regurgitated piss and cum while Gilt railed her ass. We rewarded Pinkie Pie by making her lick the cum out of Twat's cunt and ass. They both served as urinals a few more times before the night was through.

In the morning, I left Pinkie Pie with Gilt. He was going to rent her out for a few days and split the money with me, to earn back the cost of the holiday in Manehattan. I know I said I'd let Pinkie go, but I'm honestly not sure now. She's growing on me, and if Gilt is right, she'll be a good earner...