It was a lovely evening in Ponyville. The sun had just set, the birds had settled down to sleep, and many ponies had began to have supper with friends and family alike. However, there was a certain excited air to the town. Tonight was Nightmare Night—the esteemed tradition of dressing up in costume to disguise your identity and demanding candy from strangers. The whole town was abuzz, from foals hastily rushing through the evening meal in anticipation of sweet treats to adults mulling over their plans for the night.
All of this was punctuated by the screams of orgasmic ecstasy emanating from the second floor of Sugarcube corner, where Pinkie Pie was having her brains fucked out.
“Oh! Right there, Thundy! Right there!” Pinkie squealed, her hind legs curling around Thunderlane’s midsection as his cock slammed inside her again and again. The stallion grunted, brow furrowed in concentration, legs wobbling as his hips jerked back and forth rhythmically.
“You know, I-I don’t like ‘Thundy’ all that much,” he said, between grunts as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside the pink plush paradise.
“Sorry, Thundy!” Pinkie said with a giggle. Thunderlane merely rolled his eyes as he groaned, more from the pleasure than the irritation. Despite the various annoyances that Pinkie presented, she was still the best fuck in Ponyville. The porn cliché of vaginal penetration feeling like a warm hug? That was true with her—in almost every aspect. No matter how forceful, frantic, or freaky they got, it was still comforting and welcoming to be exploring the depths of Pinkie Pie.
So Thunderlane could stomach “Thundy”—just as long as he was able to pound that pink pony poon for as long as he was physically capable. This was looking like a prospect that wouldn’t continue for much longer, however—Pinkie Pie’s skill in sex was quickly driving Thunderlane over the edge.
“O-Oh shit, Pinkie,” Thunderlane moaned, hooking his hooves around her back, drawing their chests together. “I-I’m so close...”
“Me too!” Pinkie said, giggling and nuzzling him. “We’re both really close to each other!”
Thunderlane stared blankly into her large blue eyes, his hips mechanically thrusting into her.
“Mmnggh—” Pinkie’s moan was cut off as she felt Thunderlane flare inside her, his thrusts more jerky and erratic. “Ooh! You’re about to plaster me with your potential pony paste! Off you go!”
“Huh?”
Pinkie moaned, clutching her crotch as her legs quivered. With a grunt, she pushed against Thunderlane’s thighs, forcing him out of her. The noise that accompanied his dick sliding out from inside her could best be equated to the sound a toilet being unclogged with a sledgehammer. Thunderlane fell into his ass and blinked, staring at the quivering pink mass on the floor. Pinkie had slipped her hoof between her legs and was grinding her clit with the tip of her felty hooves as fast as she possibly could. Her face was contorted in incredibly exaggerated pleasures, eyes rolled back and various facial orifices exuding their natural fluids.
“Ew,” Thunderlane said. Yet, his eyes were unable to do anything but transfix upon the scene of Pinkie’s ultimate pleasure. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion; Thunderlane could see every buckling beam, every fiery explosions, every crumpling car, every burned body in Pinkie’s O face. He opened his mouth to scream, but his voice would not come. He simply stared, opened jawed into oblivion as the fire of hell danced in his eyes.
“Oh, here it comes!” Pinkie moaned, lifting her hoof from her crotch. Thunderlane’s throat managed to produce a small, high pitched noise as eternity blasted him full in the face.
Years from then, Thunderlane would wake up in the middle of the night, paralyzed and plastered to the sheets. Even though he was far away from the horrible scene, which was lost to the annals of time, the sight had been permanently burned into his memory. His mind did the best to spare him the horrors of reliving the episode by obscuring it in heavy self-inflicted brain damage, but in the darkest nights, his subconscious would drag up the event and reply it scene for scene in the realest nightmares he’d ever experienced. Not even Princess Luna herself dared approach this dream; she had to reconcile that some things cannot be approached, and Thunderlane was resigned to suffer for it.
The actual “blasting in the face” was not that bad. Thunderlane’s features were coated in a fine spray of vaginal fluids, something that was par the course for his sexual escapades. He would have even reveled in it had it not been for what followed.
Pinkie’s entire body convulsed, her back arching, hind legs quivering. Her hind hooves were planted firmly on the floor, her clit vibrating like a hyperactive electric toothbrush. Her urethra, hidden underneath her buzzing button, gaped slightly, expanding and contracting. But it didn’t stop there—there was soon much more expansion than contraction. Thunderlane, still as a statue, and feeling the pressure of the unspoken scream reaching the point where it would cause him to explode outward in a gory mess, looked directly into the opening urethra.
It happened all in an instant, yet it felt as if all of time had elapsed. The skull crowned first, the rest of the bones soon following as Pinkie’s entire skeleton slid from her pee-hole. Her bones escaped her body with an unearthly schlorp!, and as they did so, the rest of Pinkie’s body deflated like a sock full of pudding that had been stomped on. The skeleton catapulted its way from her genitals, and collapsed into Thunderlane, the weight of the bones pushing him to the ground.
Thunderlane lay there, pinned by the skeleton of the mare he had just been fucking, gaping soundlessly at the empty sockets in her skull. Beads of liquid started to peel down his body, each one emitting a high pitched noise as the scream inside him had gotten so intense that it had condensed in the form of sweat.
“Whoops! Sorry, Thundy!” Pinkie’s skull said with a giggle. I guess I had a bit too much fun with that! Can you help slide me back into my body? It’ll only take a moment!”
Thunderlane exuded a tired wheeze, and rolled over on his side, clutching his chest. With a groan, his whole body shuddered, and he fell limp.
“Thundy?”
“And that’s when I learned that I was taking Nightmare Night pranks just a little too far!” Pinkie Pie said with a giggle. “Some things are just too spooky for ponies!”
Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom looked on at her in abject horror.
“Oh dear Sweet Celestia, why,” Scootaloo said, her eye twitching as Sweetie Belle slumped to the floor.
Author's Note
that was some pretty spooky shit
