Sixty Minutes Clop

Prompt 2: Multiplayer

"Hmm," Twilight's eyes broke away from Pinkie's as she rolled them up in contemplation. "Is it bigger than a pony?" Her eyes closed and she gasped slightly as Pinkie nipped her neck. She tilted her head back, giving the pink bundle of happiness easier access to the the spot just under her jaw.

"Nope!" chirped the pink mare from under her chin, before her teeth brushed Twilight's skin, just enough to be felt.

Twilight shifted slightly, trying to press her neck into the nip. She wanted Pinkie to bite her, but she had next to no leverage. Pinkie lay atop her, pinning her in place as she continued to tease. Twilight's forelegs were pinned between their chests and her hooves rested just above her nipples, separated from each other only by a long smooth shaft. It would take no effort at all to push them further down and stimulate herself, but she didn't want that. She wanted Pinkie.

As she tried again to prompt Pinkie into playing rougher, she felt the strapon rub against her belly. She didn't know how many toys Pinkie had, but they hadn't used the same one twice. Compared to many of the others, this was almost mundane. It wasn't candy flavored and it didn't twist wildly. It didn't sparkle or glow in the dark or even have a separate tip to stimulate her in other places. It played no songs and it didn't need batteries. As a seemingly sole concession to its owner, it was pink.

"Pinkie!" she protested as the other mare's lips left her neck. Further protests were stifled as cotton candy flavored lips were pressed against hers. "Mmfph!"

Giggling, Pinkie Pie broke the kiss, and pressed her nose into Twilight's. "Come on, Smarty McSexypants!" Pinkie's eyes narrowed as she shot Twilight a smoldering look of passion. "You're not the only pony banking on a win here," she whispered.

"Um." Twilight's eyes locked with Pinkie's and it became very hard to think of anything that wasn't blue. "Is it something you can buy?"

Pinkie ducked her head down, stuck her tongue out, and licked Twilight's chest. Twilight bit her lip and stifled another groan as she felt Pinkie's impossibly wide tongue pull against the grain of her coat. She gasped as the tongue continued all the way up her neck, along her jaw and muzzle, before stopping at her ear and giving it the lightest of nips. She was panting now.

"Nope!" She beamed at Twilight as she rocked her hips, rubbing the toy between them. "That's seven!"

Seven down, thirteen to go. It seemed an impossibly far away goal. She knew that if she didn't guess, she'd have to work through all twenty questions before Pinkie would claim her forfeit. If she did guess, she'd get to demand something from Pinkie. It didn't make much of a difference who won. It was just an extra eternity spent waiting.

"Is it"-- the bulge where the toy connected to Pinkie's harness brushed against her nub, ever so lightly-- "Ahh! Is it a globe?" she hurried, flexing her hips, trying to make contact again.

"Oooh, sneaky!" Pinkie giggled again, pushing herself off of Twilight. "But wrong again!" She bent down to nip at Twilight's exposed belly, trailing little nips and licks all the way back up to Twilight's muzzle.

Desperate to get the game over with, Twilight thought as hard as she could. She considered their past games, the clues she had, Pinkie's general lateral style of thinking: she had to finish soon. Every time Pinkie's lips brushed against her muzzle, her thoughts were scattered. Every time that curly mane brushed against her coat, she lost her train of thought. Her brow furrowed as she tried to block all this out. Her mouth opened in a gasp as Pinkie's bit her.

"Careful Twilight. You wouldn't want to cum your brains out!" Pinkie giggled. "Then you'd never win." Pinkie drew her hips back, sliding the shaft along her lower lips.

Twilight spluttered as she shook with both mirth and pure need. "P-Pinkie!" she whined. Lips pressed against hers again, and a tongue forced its way inside her mouth. She wrapped her own around the intruder, seeking to pull Pinkie deeper into the kiss. There was more than one way to win at this game. Baiting Pinkie into forgetting was just as good as guessing.

She heaved and panted as Pinkie withdrew. Cracking her eyes open, she saw Pinkie's own dazed gaze. The other mare's mouth was open as she took in large lungfuls of air. Despite her pink coat, Twilight could see that her lover's cheeks were flushed. "You've got"--Pinkie paused to take a shallow breath--"twelve more Twilight."

"Is it organic?" the words shot out without her even thinking.

Pinkie's face contorted as she choked on her own laughter. "I'll say!" she forced out, before bending forward and lifting Twilight's head to plant a kiss right on the base of her horn. "It's definitely orgasmic!"

"Ah!" Twilight tried to correct Pinkie Pie. Instead, she threw her legs around the other mare as Pinkie began to run her tongue up the length of her horn, wrapping the muscle around it entirely and coating every inch of it with her warmth. "O-organic! Not orgasmic!" she forced out.

If Pinkie replied, she didn't hear it. The mares hips had rocked back enough that the tip of her toy was now pressing against her wet entrance. She bucked her hips and screamed when Pinkie maneuvered the strapon out of the way. "Pinkie! I almost--" And then her world exploded.

Pinkie had reached the very tip of her horn and ran her teeth along the top. Each tooth bumped against her horn, sending jolts of pleasure directly into her brain. "Hurry, Twilight," gasped Pinkie.

"Is it a plant, is it a pot, is it a cupcake, is it a map!" Twilight rattled off nonsensical questions as fast as she could dredge up nouns. She was interrupted when Pinkie suddenly thrust forward, driving her strapon to its hilt inside of her. At the same time, she drove her head down, taking the length of her horn.

Twilight spluttered and babbled unintelligibly. She could feel every inch of the smooth shaft buried inside of her; she could feel her horn brush against the back of Pinkie's throat. Heat began to build between her legs and in her head.

Pinkie drew back her hips, and Twilight's walls clutched at the shaft, seeking to prevent it from leaving. As she thrust forward, forcing the toy inside again, she drew her mouth up the length of Twilight's horn. Thrusting forward with her head, she drew the strapon back out.

Twilight clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth against the overload of pleasure. Her body felt like it was on fire. Were her eyes open, she would have seen a magenta glow surrounding the both of them. Pinkie's warm mouth sliding up and down her horn and the strapon thrusting inside of her drove the last bits of restraint from her mind.

She grasped Pinkie with her magic, her legs wouldn't respond anymore. Pushing the mare's head down against her own she began to explore every inch of the mare. Her magic ran over Pinkie's ears, it pinched and nipped the back of her neck, it yanked her tail to the side. She struggled to form her magic into a replica of her favorite toy. The field wouldn't hold and Twilight gave up as Pinkie swallowed, her throat constricting around the last tip of her horn.

She blindly drove twin amorphous blobs of magic into Pinkie Pie. A small part of her mind that could not give up analyzing quailed as she filled both of Pinkie's openings. A moan sent vibrations down her horn directly into her brain and washed the voice away in a tidal fury of need. Deeper she drove, her magic expanding and contracting to fit themselves to the mare. Pinkie moaned around her horn, drool escaping her lips to run down Twilight's forehead.

The pressure and heat building in her loins and skull were becoming unbearable. There was something she needed to do. Summoning her will, she opened her mouth. "P-Pinkie!" she cried. "I'm going to--" she gasped-- "going to..."

Pinkie clamped her jaw around the base of Twilight's horn and sucked. It was too much for Twilight. her entire body spasmed as she came. Sparks and bits of magic shot from her horn, shining through Pinkie cheeks casting a pink light over the entire room. Fluid gushed out of her, running down her thighs and tickling her tail. Her magic writhed and spasmed within Pinkie. Twilight felt hot fluid wet the tops of her legs as Pinkie ripped her mouth away from Twilight's still glowing horn to scream in ecstacy, small motes of light dripping down her chin.

Pinkie collapsed on top of her again and Twilight weakly draped her legs around the other mare. After a blissful eternity spent holding each other's warm bodies, Pinkie nuzzled her, turning her chin upwards. Lips stained with every color of the rainbow and tasting of static and melted sugar pressed into hers.

"You lost, Twilight," Pinkie whispered, waggling her eyebrows.

"I did?"

"Mmm hmm"

Twilight half closed her eyes and kissed Pinkie's nose. "Best of seven?"