In Pursuit of Happiness

"Y-you've got to be kidding..." Scootaloo was confused, there was no way that is what Pinkie meant.

Pinkie held up the glazed tipped brush and waved it left and right for Scootaloo to see "I'm not. And I know what you're thinking. Why would this be part of the experiment. Why not just shatter your mind? Why did I stop when you said you gave up? It's all really simple actually. I can explain it in three parts. One, you gave up early because you wanted to try to ruse me into letting you go or something. Two, because you were afraid you were enjoying it TOO much. And three? You were secretly interested to see what the next phase is. So, with that in mind, I decided to give you what you wanted because I can" Pinkie Pie gave her quite the sexually charged stare when she said that last one.

Scootaloo blushed hard. Blushing wasn't the reaction she wanted or could really notice she was doing, but she did knowingly roll her eyes at Pinkie "Please! That's stupid...erm..sure that first one is true. But there's NO way the other two are!"

Pinkie snickered to herself as she eyed Scootaloo's winking marehood "Funny, from where I'm sitting. It looks plenty true to me...so then..." Pinkie slowly starts to bring the brush closer to Scootaloo's right foot. As she brought the brush closer, Scootaloo's foot tried to pull back, as did her toes. "Let's get started and see if I'm the liar...or you are."

"Ngh....B-bring it on! This time, I'll show you that you can't get me to give up this time!" Scootaloo growled at her

"And then what?" Pinkie asked as she had the paintbrush hover across her sole.

"Then...what? What do you mean?" Scootaloo asked, confused as to what she could have meant.

"You don't give up and.......what? Like I said, I'm never going to stop. And even if I did, what then? You can't escape from here, and if you tried? Well, things would probably get a lot worse for you. The way I see it, you don't really have much of a choice. So I really don't get why you're being all brave and stuff. It's cute, I'm not gonna fib. But we both know how this is going to end. The only thing we don't know is how long that's going to take." Pinkie noticed Scootaloo had no answer to this. Scootaloo had mentally felt she could escape, fighting and obliterating everypony she could. But how was she going to do it? Where would she run to? How would she even rescue her friends? Would she?

Of course, Scootaloo didn't have time to complete these thoughts as the brush came into contact with the bottom of her right foot. She bit her lip and braced herself, expecting horrid tickling. But that's not what came. Instead, Pinkie was taking long,firm, relaxing strokes with her brush. Scootaloo had no idea why it didn't tickle her into hysterics. It was instead very calming, like a foot massage you'd get at a spa. "W-what are you doing now?" Scootaloo said with a shaky voice, doing her best not to let out a moan. The feeling was so nice that she didn't want to be caught sounding like she was enjoying it.

"Well, the paint brush is filled with sugar glaze. It's too heavy to do any real tickling. I'm an expert at it so I'd know. But yeah, it would only really make you wiggle around a little. So I thought I'd make it feel nice while I coat your entire adorable foot in liquid sugar. It feels nice, doesn't it?" Pinkie snickered at her, giving her a cheery grin.

Scootaloo didn't say a word, she just huffed to hide another pleasured moan as she looked to the side with disdain. She didn't want to look at Pinkie at all. And if she could hide her marehood? It would be all the better.

Pinkie started to gently brush between her toes, and then along the tips. She kept going while Scootaloo pretended not to care until her entire foot was dripping with liquid sugar. "There we go, all coated and ready to eat!" Pinkie said. Though, unbeknownst to Scootaloo. She not only meant that for her foot, but also her increasingly aroused libido. Scootaloo was starting to get damp down there.

"Pinkie, did you even think about our friends at all? What about Twilight? What about Fluttershy? Rarity? You know, your friends?" Scootaloo said as she began to worry more and more for her poor tender foot. Pinkie's eyes went from her marehood to her toes. Her expression was that of a hungry animal, and it was unsettling. Surely she could stop Pinkie by making her think of her friends back home.

But that was a foolish thought. Pinkie cared not for anything but her own machinations at this point. Scootaloo squirmed about in her seat as her own useless point became a thing of the past. Pinkie Pie was sucking softly at her big toe like it was a baby's pacifier. She held the foot with her hands to keep it from wiggling too much. Although she was also tickling it's sides with her fingers. Scootaloo started to chortle and laugh, her will not strong enough to handle Pinkie's expert tongue as it tortured her toe. No matter how hard she wiggled her big toe, she couldn't stop Pinkie from treating it like a sucker. She reached her hand towards her to grab her hair and pull it, but it wasn't long enough. "PINKIEHEHEHEHEHESTHAHAHAHAP!" Was all Scootaloo could say as her foot was teased and licked. If she just had more time, she was sure she could come up with something to fool Pinkie.

But Pinkie didn't stop this time. She meant what she said. "Ah ah! That's not going to work, Scootaloo. You already know how to get me to stop. In the mean time, I'm just going to continue tasting this delicious foot!". Pinkie started to kiss the bottom of each toe before she took all of them in her mouth and started suckling, rubbing her tongue deliberately along the toppest part of her sole. Pinkie using her left hand to rake across the bottom of Scootaloo's other foot.

Scootaloo refused to give in. She slammed her hand multiple times against the chair as she tried to regain SOME composure. But it was to no avail. Like her wings, her feet were incredibly sensitive. She had a wide smile on her face as she threw her head back to let out spasms of heavy laughter. Pinkie wasn't relenting, she was enjoying her toes so much that saliva started to trail down her feet. "PINKIEHEHEHEHAHAAHAHA! PLEEHEHEHEASEHEHEHAHAHA!". She couldn't handle it. It was worse than even her wings! She had to get Pinkie to stop. She didn't want her mind to snap from something so juvenile.

Pinkie only moaned softly as her tickling fingers began to press and massage her foot instead. But the tickling from her mouth never stopped as she finished sucking the sugar off of Scootaloo's toes and began to take long, ticklish, deliberate licks from the middle of her sole and up towards each toe. Scootaloo was having giggle snorts, she closed her eyes tight as tears started to break out from under her eye lids. This had to be a bad dream, it had to be!

But Pinkie? She cared not for Scootaloo's suffering. It was only tickling after all. It brought happiness and joy! Especially from her cute giggly friend. At this point, Pinkie was zig zagging her tongue down and up Scootaloo's sole before kissing and sucking along the ball of her foot. Scootaloo's never ending mirth only serving to fuel Pinkie's resolve and libido. Even when Pinkie was done with the sugar. She was still taking her time to slurp sloppingly at Scootaloo's foot. She couldn't get enough of the taste, nor could she get enough of Scootaloo's giggling. Scootaloo was turning her head left and right violently, trying to shake the feeling off. She was trying to reach over and smack Pinkie. Something! Anything had to work at this point!

After twenty minutes. With Pinkie changing to Scootaloo's other foot to suck and taste it as her magic fingers went to work sliding and poking at Scootaloo's drenched foot. Pinkie could feel heavy amounts of her own saliva within the low cut coat around Scootaloo's feet. Her snacking had left an impression, which she used to make her fingers' tickling and gliding that much easier, which only served to send the filly into new heights of hysterics. It wasn't long that Scootaloo went from begging to trying to execute a plan to just begging for it to stop. Thankfully her mind was still intact, but if she didn't do something soon, she felt she would crack under the tickling and become some laughing clown for the rest of eternity. "PINKIEHEHEHEPLEASEHAHAHAI'MSORRRYEHEHEHEI'LLDOWHATEVERHAHAHAYOUHAHAHSAY!" Scootaloo begged.

Pinkie stopped her slobbering to answer Scootaloo, but not before she went to replace her wet tongue with just her other tickling hand. "No can do Scootaloo. You're too special to me to just let you give up without indulging yourself. You know how to get me to stop"

Scootaloo couldn't answer, the tickling had gone on long enough to make her tortured feet hypersensitive. She was just laughing in abandon from all the attention her girlish feet was receiving. But still, she felt Pinkie had underestimated how durable her mind was.

But perhaps her body wasn't. Her laughter was causing her lungs to eventually burn and her stomach to feel that all too familiar side splitting pain. Scootaloo still tried to hold on as she laughed like she had heard the most hilarious joke in the universe. At this point, Pinkie had gone back to tongue licking as she used her hands to massage Scootaloo's other foot once more. However, this time. Scootaloo was so lost in giggle fits that she didn't realize the surge of pleasure Pinkie had released into her from her massage. When it did start to register, Scootaloo was letting out little moans in between her crazy laughter. And yet even then, It just never stopped. She could feel herself slowly begin to lose it now as it just felt like it was getting worse and worse. As she got lost in her own forced uncontrollable mirth, she dared reaching her hand down to her snatch. What she felt however, had ended her laughter for a moment. It was drenched...drenched in her own liquid sex. She didn't realize it until finally touching herself down there that she was actually heavily aroused. Which explained why Pinkie's newest massage in the seas of tickling had increased feelings of pleasure. But this moment of clarity only lasted a moment before she was overwhelmed from the ticklish feelings again. "HAHAHAHAHA!NGHAHAHA! F-FINEHAHAHA!" She yelled out, referring to Pinkie's ultimatum.

Scootaloo finally gently plunged her middle and index finger into her hole. Letting it rub gently on her clit first. The moment she touched it. She spasmed upwards in a loud moan before falling into giggling fits once again. Pinkie noticed this, and now that she was finally getting what she wanted. She started to very slowly ease off the tickling. So slow that Scootaloo didn't notice as her arousal increases at the same proportion. Pinkie knew she was enjoying it, even if she hadn't fully accepted it yet.

Scootaloo herself was still caught in a wave of ticklish laughter as she slowly began to touch herself. Despite some intermixed moans, she realized if she didn't do this quickly. She would go out of her mind. She just had to get it over with...right? That's what she needed, right? Masturbating to Pinkie's masterful play of her foot like it was some sort of instrument was just a means to an end. Scootaloo did her best to honestly believe this as she finally plunged her fingers inside and began to masturbate furiously. Right then and there, Scootaloo started to moan and yell. So much so that it eventually started to overpower her laughter. All she had to do was keep this up to stay sane.

But the feeling. Pinkie's tickling had caused her sensitivity to go through the roof to the point that even touching herself the way she was doing was intense. Pinkie molesting her feet only served to oversensitize her sex beyond anything she could conceive. It felt so......heavenly. It allured her, it put her in a trance, it made her keep going. She was panting,moaning, and slightly giggling as she moved her finger around in a quick pace, making sure to rub along her most sensitive areas. It was feeling oh so good.

"Enjoying yourself Scootaloo? I can feel you squirming..." Pinkie said arrogantly as she simply began to massage Scootaloo's feet at this point.

Scootaloo looked back at her, she was blushing deep red from the pleasure and embarrassment. Even worse, as she gazed upon Pinkie's beautiful face, the curled smile on her muzzle, her large bounding breasts barely hidden by her skimpy lab coat, all of it...it made her even more aroused. Even more than aroused. Scootaloo, in her sex filled haze of powerful jolts of pleasure, began to see Pinkie as the source of it all. The source of all this goodness she had denied herself in her pursuit of Rainbow Dash. She spent her entire life going after a mare that was never interested in her. And now? As she felt herself fill up under the gaze of this pink pony, she was feeling a feeling she thought she could never feel after such betrayal....love. Did Pinkie mean what she said? Did she want her as her personal assistant? Would that mean she needed her? That she wanted her around? That she loved her back and would never leave her? Scootaloo entered a dream like state where she began to imagine herself at Pinkie's side, tickle torturing Rainbow Dash not in lust. But in revenge. Doing horrible ticklish things until she broke down into a whimpering giggling mess. Perhaps even becoming a little pet they both could use...to fulfill their sick fantasies. Yes, To Scootaloo now. All Rainbow Dash was was a lower than dirt pet that her wonderful new love and herself could use to play with and experiment on. And she and Pinkie? Scootaloo began to think as her tongue hung out, her body bouncing from the trembling force her pleasure was becoming. Well, Pinkie and herself could lay in bed together, cuddling...tickling each other in a warm embrace until they fell asleep in each others arms....every night. Finally, with that thought, Scootaloo let out a mighty groan as she orgasmed, her juices spilling out like a spilled cup as her body spasmed one last time.

Pinkie just stared at her as she s;id her fingers up from Scootaloo's feet to her inner thighs. Taking in Scootaloo's mare juice and taking a lick. "Mmmmmmm, delicious."

Scootaloo was panting deeply. She was panting hard as she did her best to raise her head and look into Pinkie's eyes. Pinkie stared back at her with a smile. A more gentle smile as she stood up and walked to Scootaloo's side to give her a pet and praise her for a job well done. What she didn't expect however was Scootaloo to catch a second wind and grab at her left breast with her free hand. Making Pinkie gasp in surprise. Scootaloo slowly looked up at her with a tired smile. And began to speak "P-Pinkie...I-I....want to...become your assistant."

Pinkie looked deeply into Scootaloo's eyes as she spoke. Her eyes were familiar, as familiar as her own when she looks into a mirror. Scootaloo had fallen in love with her. And yet her mind was intact, albeit twisted at this point. Pinkie could see that Scootaloo was genuinely happy now, that she was feeling joy. Pinkie leaned down to be at eye level with Scootaloo as she gave her a sweet smile. "Scootaloo, do you really mean that? Are you really willing to give everything up to be at my side?"

"I don't care any more. Rainbow Dash doesn't think I'm good enough for her. I held out for her and she just turned me down as if I was nothing. As if all the times I rooted for her meant nothing. You? Well, I know...when you say something about caring about somepony. You always mean it. You always cared about making ponies happy. I want to be happy with you. And I want to make you happy. If this makes you happy...then I'm willing to do this with you. To learn under you. To cuddle with you on those...cold nights" Scootaloo was sincere in her words. And she felt Pinkie had spoken the truth to her. She wanted her. She just wanted the love of somepony who would love her back.

Pinkie gently put her hands around Scootaloo's head and leaned in for a gentle and loving kiss. She then started to give Scootaloo a gentle scratch on her head once more as she gave her a warming smile. A smile one would give as if looking at their lover. "I accept Scootaloo. You can be my personal assistant. My friend...my lover. It'll be you and me and whatever pony we get to experiment on. I'll even get you a cute little lab coat like mine. But Scootaloo, there is one more thing I want to try. And this time? I'll ask you if you want it." Pinkie produced what she had grabbed for the occasion, a needle with some sort of serum. Originally, she was going to force it upon Scootaloo. But now? After this? She couldn't, not unless she wanted it.

"what is that?" Scootaloo stared at the needle as an obvious conclusion came to her mind "Is that going to make me laugh? B-because...that's kinda hot...losing control like that as you...touched me."

Pinkie shook her head. "Close, and a nice idea...but nope. This here is a failed experiment that I decided to keep around. You were sorta right, it WAS supposed to make you laugh by overloading the pleasure center of your brain until you became super happy and giggly, finding everything super hilarious. We were going to use them in darts to subdue any subject that somehow managed to escape."

Scootaloo was curious, if it didn't do what intended. Then why keep it? "What does it do then?"

"Well, we let a mare and a stallion escape and sent our hunters after them. And.....things sort of happened. When the Stallion got hit with a dart, he turned around and started raping the mare that shot him. And the escapee Mare? Well, it overloaded her pleasure center in a different way. She just fell down and just started masturbating." Pinkie said as she let some of the serum out of the needle and gave it a tap.

Scootaloo giggled at that "That's kinda funny. Hmmm...So it overloads the pleasure center in THAT way...huh?"

Pinkie nodded

"And you're asking me if I want to try it?" Scootaloo asked, as the very thought started to arouse her once again.

Pinkie nodded with a grin.

"I don't know how it's really going to affect me, but go ahead. As long as it's you, I don't mind, hehe! Hit me with the best you got!" It was as if Scootaloo was reborn with newfound vigor. Her tiredness from her orgasm vanishing as she became excited at the prospect of Pinkie experimenting on her with something like this. ASKING her if she'd go through with it.

"Wow, you bounced back quick" Pinkie snickered before planting a kiss on Scootaloo's muzzle "But you know, I'm going to do a little more than just inject you with this stuff"

Scootaloo blushed a deep red "L-Like?..."

"You'll seeeeeeeee.." Pinkie said nothing more, and didn't even give her new lover a chance to ask again as she pricked her arm with the needle. She then grabbed Scootaloo's arm and put it back in it's binding. Scootaloo didn't mind.

"How are you feeling? Feeling tingly?" Pinkie asked as she walked back to the desk chair she placed in front of Scootaloo's feet. She took out her gizmo once more and pulled a switch, further spreading Scootaloo's legs. Enough for Pinkie to schooch close enough to touch Scootaloo's legs,inner thighs, and crotch. And even more so, she could lick and such on her marehood and clit if she wanted.

"I...feel..all sorts of...Ngh!" Scootaloo moaned as a surge of pleasure hit her from out of nowhere. Nothing had touched her, but she could feel her body heating up more than it ever had. Suddenly, she was feeling super sensitive all along her body. As if the sensitivity of some place like her crotch or breasts had become that of her entire body. She could feel the cool air of the room gently blow across her skin, sending pleasurish tingles all across it. "I...feel..nice..this stuff is...incredible..."

Of course, this was only the beginning. Pinkie had already noticed the serum's other effect. Scootaloo's moist sex was now literally flowing with her juices nonstop. The serum itself supplementing everything Scootaloo needed to keep herself sopping wet down there. "You think you feel incredible now? wait until I give you my...special present"

"Your special pre-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Scootaloo screamed as Pinkie bent forward, placing her face upon Scootaloo's marehood. Pinkie began her assault by nibbling on her rim before rubbing her tongue all around it. Scootaloo's body could barely handle the serum as is as it sends her into near agonizing pleasure. She was already beginning to want to orgasm once more. She turned her head to the side as her body twitched. Trying to force itself to lean towards Pinkie to allow her more access. Her breath was hot, her body ready for more. "P-Pinkie!..PNGH..Pinkie~...I-I l-love you...AHHH!" Scootaloo moaned loudly as she gripped her fists. Her entire body was soaking wet at this point. This was the most wet she had ever been without taking a shower or being caught in the rain.

Pinkie responded by plunging her tongue into Scootaloo and letting it zip around before just straight out tongue fucking Scootaloo. Scootaloo was groaning loudly, screaming Pinkie's name as she immediately hit orgasm, and continued to orgasm with every prod from Pinkie's tongue as she screamed every other breath. Pinkie even dared tickling her armpits as she continued her tongue lashes. Causing Scootaloo to scream,laugh, and moan at the same time. But she didn't care because the serum even made the tickling into an orgasmic experience. Every part of her felt good, there was no pain whatsoever. Pinkie was not kidding about the overstimulation of the pleasure center. It just felt...so good. The never ending orgasms was something she never wanted to stop. It completely cemented Scootaloo's lustful love for Pinkie Pie. with one final, explosive orgasm that volcanoed into Pinkie's face, she screamed out "I LOVE YOU PINKIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE.....NGH........agh...ahhh..". Scootaloo's body had finally hit her total limit, she went limp, and fell into a lustful dreamy sleep.

Pinkie moved back and stood up as she licked off Scootaloo's marecum with her tongue. "Now that's sugar glaze..." She commented to herself as she moved her head up to Scootaloo's cheek and gave her a kiss. "Sweet dreams Scootaloo, you'll never have to worry again. I'll always be there for you, I promise...I pinkie promise.". Indeed, Pinkie felt that an old part of her had been restored. Perhaps a new part awakening as she now had a partner she could be proud of. A lover she could talk to and cuddle with. Somepony she knew would never betray her. Pinkie would leave Scootaloo here for now and allow her to dream. She'd have some of her colleagues pick up Scootaloo as she slumbered and take her to her personal living quarters. As much as Pinkie wanted to spend more time with Scootaloo, she still had one more experiment to perform. As well as having to make the call that Scootaloo was no longer on the table for the benefactor that wanted her. She didn't really worry about the call however. When it came to this facility, Pinkie's loss of sanity had instilled fear into all who works at the facility. As it turned out, Everypony in the facility, even most of the benefactors that funded it. Were afraid of Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie took the time to mentally relive the memory that started this universal fear as she made her way to a phone.