Saurasexualicaipposmachia

Pinkie Pie was coming back from a day spent going around town to do what she was the best at. Namely, entertain ponies or at least cheer them up. That day she had been successful... for the most part, at least.

Pinkie Pie had noticed that Rainbow Dash hadn't shown up anywhere. Not at work, not a the gym, not even in the usual line of trees she usually napped or, in extreme cases, moped about. After a lot of hours spent in looking for her, she had found her walking on the street, wearing just shorts and bra, dragging an enlarged belly along, saying that she was heading to the doctor for get checked out.

However, when Pinkie Pie tried to find out more about her aliment, Rainbow Dash had gotten defensive and outright pushed her away, saying that she could not bring moral help at all. At first Pinkie felt hurt and offended, but, realizing that maybe her friend was just too stressed -- or ill, as far as he knew -- for talk, and that Dash's foul mood was going to blow over the next day, or the day after that, or the day even later on.... In short Pinkie Pie was sure that Rainbow Dash's current moodiness and anger was going to lose steam, until was finally something that Pinkie Pie could deal with without annoying her friend. With this in mind, she had went to keep doing what she was doing before meeting her friend going to the doctor.

Now that she was home, with dinner done and eaten, and with the twins just put to sleep, Pinkie Pie headed to her bedroom in the second floor of the house, closing the door behind her as she entered inside her room, pushing the light switch nearly instinctively, which had pink moquette, yellow walls and rounded furniture brightly-colored furniture.

"How has my day been?" Pinkie asked to herself, as she slowly unbuttoned her blue shirt and threw it on the floor, revealing her white simple sport bra "I have started out, after a nice breakfast, by bringing the Twins out and letting them meet with other little kids, talking with said kids' parents or older siblings in the process."

Pinkie unbuttoned her skirt, dropping it down to reveal her light blue thong that did a good job in covering her privates and nothing else, as it was otherwise all black thing strings. "I have then brought them back home, before working in the bakery a bit, serving some customers. Lunch, then, after some more work, some wandering around town and helping whenever I can, like Twilight with her problems with her butt and boobs and clothes too small for them, or Applejack trying to find a way to scrub the smell of wee-wee off."

Pinkie smiled, then sighed and shrugged.

"I failed to do that with Rainbow Dash, but, eh, can't win them all and I accomplished my mission with everyone else anyway."

With the report of her day done, Pinkie Pie moved away her bed's pillow, revealing the light blue frilly nightgown that she worn to bed. Pinkie took it in her hands, unfolded it, then put it on her bed, so to allow herself to remove her bra with a quick hand movement on her back, thusly letting her somewhat big breasts to bounce down a little on her chest. She then looked down at her thong, unsure wheter remove it, swap it with something more comfy or keep it to bed and change her undies the day after.

After a bit of indecision, Pinkie shrugged and put the nightgown over her body without removing her thong.

"It'll be fine," she said to herself, as the nightgown fit perfectly around her chest, allowed her tail to wander freely without too much problems and left enough moving space in her legs. She cancelled the few wrinkles of her night wear with a hand sweep over them, then she went on to turn off the light, before moving the covers away and tucking herself underneath the covers.

Pinkie fell a sleep in a matter of second, failing to notice a purple glow and a buzzing sound from outside.

Pinkie Pie, feeling her eyes hit by light, yawned and stretched her arms out as she sat up. However, when she opened her eyes after rubbing them, she quickly realized that she wasn't in her room anymore. At least, she didn't remember her room begin round-shaped, with a shiny floor, metal walls and an examination table in the dead middle of the room.

"Oh, what happened? Was I brought in hospital or something?" She asked to herself, before looking at herself. Her nightgown was perfectly intact and still on her body and, aside from the usual dry mouth she had after waking up, she didn't feel any different from when she had went to bed.

"Guess not. But where am I then?" Pinkie said to herself, as she got up with the help of her right arm. She walked slowly towards the examination table, now noticing some details that she had missed at first glance.

Details like a couple of open steel restraints at each end of the table, or the presence of a slight hollow at one of these ends. Another thing she noticed was that, above the examination table, there was a metal contraption bloated with lights and seemingly-random holes attached to a small rail that spanned on the ceiling rom short before the examination table to shortly after it. Pinkie Pie looked at it intently, trying to understand its fuction.

A synthetic-like voice blared from what --- Pinkie assumed -- was an interphone.

The female will lay down on the examination table and set its head in the hollow. She will not struggle.

Pinkie Pie, after the brief moment of startling, in which she recoiled and took a defensive stance by showing off her fists, looked around her to the source of the voice, but failing to see anything like a loudspeaker or somesuch that could have transmitted the voice.

"Who are you? And why am I here?" Pinkie Pie asked, as she leaned on the examination table, feeling it and finding it somewhat spongy in consistency.

I will give you these information once I will be done with what I want to do with you.

"Can't you tell me now?" Pinkie Pie pleaded, joining her hands together and letting out a small whine, in her attempts to make the one at the speaker give up and reveal his/her identity.

Do it and you will know.

Pinkie Pie sighed and shrugged, as she hopped onto the examination table and laid on her belly, setting her legs in the restrains and then adjusting her breasts in a comfortable position with her hands. Once her chin was buried in the cleavage, Pinkie set her wrists inside the restrains.

With a loud clang, the metal rings closed around Pinkie's limbs, as the machine above her started to whirr loudly. Worried, Pinkie her head around, and saw that the contraption above the table was moving forward towards her shoulders, as a mechanical arm and a syringe connected by a shiny segmented tube to the main device slithered forward.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" Pinkie asked, alarmed, letting out another whine and contorting in her binds "I hate syringes! Get that thing off me! Please!"

The mechanical arm moved away part of her nightgown, gripping on it hard, casuing it to rib somewhat due to the struggle Pinkie was putting up with. However, it was apparently sufficient, because the syringe -- which had been waiting to jab inside Pinkie's flesh by slithering in the air but not moving anywhere near the arm -- stroke like as fast as lighting, entering in Pinkie's flesh and injecting whatever I had to inject with a hiss.

Pinkie Pie cried out in pain, her back feeling searing how now, her entire body paralyzed now and her hearth beating at an incredible speed. She turned around, her eyes watering, as the machine started to whirr like a dentist's drill, the infernal whirr getting closer and closer to the target that Pinkie refused to find out.

She was awaiting for a wave of intense pain to come to antagonize her, but, to her surprise, while she heard the sound of the drill getting inside something, the hot suffering caused by the injection actually steadily decreased and went away, until it was just a numb soreness in the entrance spot. However, still scared by the syringe and the pain, Pinkie wasn't sure if she wanted to see what was going on. She decided to keep look in front of her, to breath slowly and deeply to calm herself down and to wait until the whirring sound stopped before turn around.

Not too long after taking this decision, Pinkie heard the whirr die down, followed then by snipping and squelching sounds and then complete silence, as the contraption apparently got turned off and her restrains opened up with a hiss and a small cloud of warm steam. Pinkie Pie let out a giggle by the reflex, at the sensation of her cheeks hit by the steam, as she then temptatively moved her hands towards her face and tried to fold her legs against her back, until she realized she was free to move around now.

"Oooh boy, finally!" Pinkie said to herself, smiling a bit as she hopped off the examination table "that was awful, but, hey, it's over now. Now, I wonder what they actually did to me..."

Pinkie Pie moved her left arms behind her back, touching where -- to her best guess -- was the site of the operation she had undergone, touching her soft pink fur on her back, until her hand landed on what felt like a warm, lumpy and smooth place surrounded by grainy things. Moving her hand in front of her, she saw that her hand had been stained with a bit of blood and pieces of skin.

"Well, found the spot, but I still don't get what that was for. Guess I could ask that guy at the interphone."

"Excuse me, can you please tell me why am I here, who are you and why did I just had an operation?" Pinkie Pie asked, clearing her ovice with a cough and trying to sound as inoffensive as possible.

Apparently, the one at the interphone wasn't having any of it.

You will obey me, now!

"Hey! What-" Pinkie was cut off by a loud bleep a small electrical shock going up her spine into her head, which made her lower her ears and frown in pain.

Move to the door to you right. Stop. Look at your left.

Pinkie Pie opened up her mouth, but, before she could protest the order, her body, with jerks and twitches, started to move seemingly on its own, as if it had acquired a will on its own, making Pinkie let out a little shrike of startling.

"No, no! What is going on here?" She said to herself, as she squinted her eyes and concentrated herself in stopping her legs from going where they felt like to. Alas, it was all moot, as her legs kept moving forward towards an open door that Pinkie failed to notice beforehand while laying on the floor.

"Please, explain!" Pinkie Pie said, as she stepped inside what looked like a small bleacher with a protective glass all around as wall and metal sagomate as floor. Without wishing to do so, Pinkie stopped right in front of the glass and turned her head to the left.

There, she saw a familiar light blue unicorn mare with azure curly mane begin tied by the wrists and by the hooves on a metal frame, struggling and apparently shouting, while a bulky machine with an antenna-like protuberance at the end slowly approached her exposed lower parts.

"Trixie is also here? And what are they doing to her?" Pinkie muttered to herself, as she winced at the sight. Suddenly, the contraption started to glow bright green on the antenna, causing Pinkie to try and cover her eyes.

Keep looking.

Without meaning too, Pinkie's arms jerked away from her face and pressed against her sides rigidly, as her eyelids were forced wide open, leading Pinkie to see what was going on afterwards. Specifically, the glow on the antenna had waned and faded away, and now a bright green ray was coming from the antenna and was pointing at Trixie's folds, making them glow somewhat as Trixie shouted something blocked off by the glass.

Pinkie wanted to look away and forget, but she could not turn around or close her eyes, because the voice had told her to and her body obeyed to it against her own will. As Pinkie tried and failed to self-censor what was going on in front of her eyes, she saw the ray taking a elongated shape and Trixie's crotch morphing slowly to accommodate to its creation. Second after second, the shape got more sleek, longer and less fuzzy at the eye, making it even more distinct and, by the time Trixie had went back to squirm around and to seemingly yell out her pain, while two ball-shaped objects appeared in sight and quickly took a definite shape, Pinkie Pie could not deny that, yes, Trixie was growing a penis thanks -- apparently -- to the work of the machine.

"My Celestia! Are they, they..." Pinkie Pie muttered to herself. Meanwhile, Trixie panted and lowered her head, the contraption shutting off. Trixie's newly-formed cock was giving out a green glow that slowly turned into sickly green and remaining that way. Said dong lacked of a feature that any respectable stallion had, namely, a sheath to retreat into when done with sex, leading to limply touch the ground constantly, unable to retreat at all.

As she forcefully looked at this mean sight, Pinkie's arms twitched slowly to move the nightgown upwards, folding it until her thong was visible, as a pulse of sexual pleasure went throught her like electric current on a thread of copper.

"Wait, no! Don't!" Pinkie told to herself, but, to no avail, as her left hand kept the nightgown up while her right one started to mechanically lift the thong's cover up, spread the pucker and pass the index in the labia, which Pinkie Pie to tremble in pleasure, desperately trying to contain it.

The finger, still twitching, passed up and down, lightly playing around with the clitoris, which made pinkie bite her limp and moan, as her finger then tickled it, just before moving up slowly in the folds, until it reached the pussy proper, at which point her index finger inserted itself in one of holes of hymen and then moved inside, effectively penetrating the vagina. Pinkie Pie shrieked out, the spike of pleasure making her briefly forget that she was -- although forcefully --- masturbating and getting pleasure at the sight of a mare that had painfully grown a dick thanks to an alien ray. When the spike had waned somewhat, she indeed thought again at what she was doing, feeling dirty and all wrong in doing it.

"No! I gotta stop this in some way! Any way!" She thought, her index still going up and down her vagina, making its walls close upon it, producing liquid arousal in the process. Her index then started to scratching the vagina's walls, making Pinkie moan and bit the tip of her tongue, her eyes rolling, as her mind attempted in vain to keep a grip onto reality.

After some more scratches, another electric shock went up Pinkie's spine. Suddenly, Pinkie Pie felt a burning and very painful sensation at the base of her brain, sensation that was as intense as Pinkie's concentration in trying to re-grain control over herself. Pinkie Pie teared up again, pure agony and mechanical titillation mixing together to form a morale-breaking feeling, feeling that Pinkie Pie tired her best to ignore, biting harder, until some blood entered in her mouth and her ears started to ring like a loudspeaker's static.

"M-must r-resist..." Pinkie said, tears of pain going down her face, her index and vagina getting sore by the constant activity by this point, but the pain in her head wasn't getting anymore bearable, which made thinking and controlling her body an hard task for Pinkie. Pinkei then heard a popping sound coming from her mind.

She kneeled over, the pain completely gone now.... and, with it, inhibitions. Pinkie Pie looked up again and, already forgetful of what had happened to Trixie a few minutes before, Pinkie extracted her index from her vaginal cavity, licking it and enjoying the salty taste it gave off.

Turn right. Follow the path. Go to the new-male. Proceed to apply sucking action on its sexual organ.

Pinkie Pie stood up rigidly, as if she had been turned into a statue of marble all of the sudden, not moving, as her mind kept projecting images of sex with random stallions for keep herself occupied in the waiting. She then started to choppily move out towards an aperture on her right she hadn't seen before, and, seeing a glowing white line on the floor, she walked atop it, her feel feeling warmth instead of the numb coldness of the previous floors.

The walk on he warm glowing floor kept going for around a minute, before Pinkie managed to reach Trixie's room, which was more rusty and darker than the previous rooms. In the meanwhile, she had glimpises of independent thought, but they didn't stick all that much, drowned out by the sexual instincts that tyrannized her brain.

"Hey! You there! Trixie recognizes you! Free her!" Trixie shouted, struggling in her binds. But Pinkie had only one objective n mind. She rushed towards her and kneeled down, using both her hands to delicately massage Trixie's new appendage, which made her moan a little, but still repeated her request in-between moans.

Pinkie however was far too gone to care. Her massage got only faster and harder, going from the top to the end of Trixie's penis, tickling her ballsack, until the limpness of Trixie's cock turned into stiffness and the helmet got wet. Realizing that Trixie's new appendage was ready, Pinkie Pie felt the need to kiss it on the wet helmet, caking her lips in the salty precum, which had the indirect side effect of making Trixie shriek and stop asking to be freed from her binds.

Pinkie, remembering her previous order, after yet another attack of rational thought, opened her mouth and started to swallow the meaty cock, slowly sliding it against her teeth, lightly beating it with her tongue, as it went down her troath, basically stopping shy fo the larynx. Trixie shouted out in pleasure, as Pinkie could feel drops of cum going into her stomach.

She wanted to get more of the white salty liquid, so she proceed to do the obvious. She pushed her head away slowly, letting Trixie's dong to be rubbed against her throat and, once Trixie's cock was just under the uvula, Pinkie Pie took a deep breath, sucking some drops of cum in the process.

Pinkie then started to suck on it, slurping her tongue against Trixie's penis, which made her howl out "Go on!" in arousal. When after several minutes of slurping and teasing with her red strip of flesh, Pinkie pushed the cock deep inside her throat once more, Trixie shouted loudly as she made a pelvic thrust.

Judging by the warm feeling going from just above the larynx to her stomach, Pinkie could tell that Trixie had came, and this, in turn, made her come too, soaking her vagina and thong in mare juices, until they dripped on the floor relentlessly. Coming, apparently, was enough to make Pinkie's mind to get back and push away the influence that made her do all of that.

"Oh Celestia, why am I loving it? Why? Why?" She thought, as she slowed down her cocksucking, slowly pulling it out, as Trixie panted heavily . limply collapsing in her bindings. Pinkie's body, however, was still unresponsive to her commands. Her hands moved forward to caress Trixie's balls delicately.

"No! Don't do it!" Pinkie begged to herself, as she saw her hands still petting Trixie's new testicles. Pinkie's horror grew as she noticed that now her hands were squeezing and twisting Trixie's left testicles. aturally, that didn't go without any response from Trixie, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Awwaaahsfh!"

"I-I'm sorry, I-I can't help it," Pinkie said, tearing up in her inability to stop herself, feeling horrible, as she kept twisting Trixie's left testicle, until it popped, which made her horn spark brightly and release a cry of pain whose loudness matched the one of a skinned cat thrown in a vat of sea salt while on fire.

Pinkie Pie's vision blurred and her mind fell into despair, sobbing as her body moved to Trixie's right testicle, massaging it, just before twisting it around until it snapped, which made Pinkie stop feeling anything emotionally, putting her in standby. Meanwhile, her body undressed, sliding the nightgown away and untying the thong, before rolling it up in a ball that she put under her left armpit.

Pinkie then walked through an open door, clanking all the while. the new room was metallic and shiny, unlike the previous one. This new room had a big metal red frame and a transparent hatch just underneath it.

Pinkie Pie, still blanking from the shock, did not protest her forced movements, as she passed towards the frame and trepassed it.

Suddenly, the aforementioned frame started to glow red and bleep, as a dark red cloud of light started to circle around Pinkie's head, sounds of static electricity in hear ears, which, oddly enough, made her slowly de-blank..

"Uh, what? I feel awful... but why? What did I do?" Pinkie muttered to herself, guilty striking her, but the reason for why she was at fault never surfacing fully to her, only remembering something about Trixie and the sex session she had with her.

"I sucked Trixie's ding-dong... I think? Wait, how's that possible? Trixie has the kitty... unless I licked that," she muttered to herself her mind fully operational now but failing to grasp what happened beforehand. As she muttered, the hatch gently opened and lowered her.

As Pinkie held her head between her hands in the attempt to recall the events, she was lowered in her own bedroom, right next to her bed. Realizing it, she jumped on the bed, and kept trying to find out an answer...