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                        Party Hard!                        
                    -by Mochas Dungeon-                    
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                Where's the 'Easy' Button?                 
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Where's the 'Easy' Button?
It was the perfect night outside the new building in Ponyville.
Night Dancer was living the night to the fullest. It was the night before the opening of his hobby shop and Pinkie Pie had hosted the best party he’d been to all year. He was dancing like a fool with two mares when there was a screeching of the needle on record. “Everypony, this’ a great night,” Pinkie shouted from beside the gramophone, “because Night Dancer will finally open his shop after years of work!”
There was stomping and cheering, enough to make the hanging sign over the doorway to his business sway. He bit his bottom lip, knowing it wouldn’t collapse or anything, but it was his life long goal and dream so he worried like a mother of a newborn foal.
“I think he needs to say something!” Pinkie shouted.
The crowd went silent and looked to him. A long few seconds passed as he tapped his chin with his right hoof. “Something!” he shouted happily.
The crowd broke into laughter and Pinkie started the music again, this time a heavy bass beat that had no reason coming from such a musical device filled the air and no pony in town was spared its beat. Two pegasi mares sharing a varying gradient scheme of dark blue on one’s legs to bright sky blue the other’s head landed between him and his next dancing partner.
“Oh, like, we’re so happy for you. I’m Zipper-”
“-And I’m Flipper!”
“We’re twins!” they said in unison, grinning foolishly at him.
“Uh, so, yes you are. Are you having fun at my pre-opening party?”
“Like, yeah, but you look thirsty-”
“Yeah, like, drink this punch. It’ll punch you back,” Flipper said. Both mares giggled but didn’t take their eyes off him.
“Uh, thanks, ladies,” he took it in his hoof and gulped it down quickly. “That was pretty good, but I don’t feel punched,” he winked, “maybe you can help me-” he paused as the world shifted slightly. He stumbled a step to the right and shook his head. “Woah, there’s that punch!” he laughed a little too loudly.
“I bet you feel-”
“-a bit sleepy? Maybe you can take us to your-”
“Safe in the back.” The mares’ voices seemed to blur together into a single monotonous tone that dragged the last tone out too long.
He blinked several times between them and shook his neck, sending his mane flying. “Horseapples, special K? Dang girls, you know how to liven the place up, big time!”
The mares looked between each other and grunted as he pushed past them and went to the center of a crowd to start dancing.
Pinkie threw glow sticks into the assortment of ponies and with Night Dancer as the de facto leader, jumped in time with the music, dancing to a harmony that can only be heard in a crowd, with Night Dancer at the center.
He laughed after the beat ended and swung a foreleg, beckoning the mares over. “These two… Zippie and Fwipple, are totes awesome. They made this party go from mule, to cool… with a punch!” the group around him laughed. “I’d like to thank these mares by,” he wobbled a bit but caught himself by stepping on some purple alicorn’s hoof.
She made some noise but he didn’t really hear them. “I’m gonna have sex, with these two mares, as a thank you. Are you ladies down, to pound town, with a ground stallion that isn’t, uh, round?” he let his rear legs give and he landed on the dirt road.
The mares looked around the other ponies and then to the stallion that was obviously the center of attention, then to each other and carried out a short but detailed conversation thought nods and facial expressions. With a roll of their eyes they shrugged. “Like, sure.”
“It’s your night, anyway. Might as well have some fun.”
“Whoop!” he shouted and raised a foreleg into the air. The ponies around cheered while a prismatic blur shoved an irate purple alicorn away from the stallions peripheral. “Let’s do this!”
He stood on wobbly legs and between the mares, just inside the doorway to his shop and tried to kick the door closed.
He turned and nuzzled the mare to his left and took in the sky blue of her mane while the other pressed her side to his and nipped at his ear, whispering words he couldn’t make out. He felt his stallionhood unsheathing like it tended to do, only this time he was going to use it.
“Mmng, let me turn off the lights,” he said softly.
“No, lights on.”
“Let’s give ‘em a show.”
He shrugged at that and turned a nuzzle into a kiss while the other mare moved around him and leaned her head under his body. He shuddered at the feeling of her lips sliding along his rod from the side and he couldn’t wait to bury himself all the way inside her body. The mare hummed and sent shivers through his hind legs, making him have to stop kissing her sister.
Wings wrapped around his head and he was pulled into another kiss, this time was warmer and more passionate. Just the two of them in the nest of her wings… with her sister starting to take the flare of his cock into her mouth. Feathers rubbed the underside of his belly as she went to work, slowly.
His world swam as the chemicals in his body mixed with the drugs in his belly, sending him into overdrive. He needed to have sex, and he made it clear with two stomps and a nicker that sent both mares’ ears erect. “Wow, really?”
“Did he just-”
“Go for it!” a voice called in the back of his mind. His conscience, no doubt.
He used his muzzle to turn the one he was kissing away and she took the cue, turning around and moving her tail aside. He looked at her opening and gulped. “I’ve, never seen one so close like this. It’s, beautiful,” he mumbled.
“Like, there’s more to it than just what you see.”
“Here, like, I’ll help,” he heard before his rump was shoved and his muzzle pressed against the warm vulva, filling his senses with honey and wildflowers.
He lowered his neck and let his tongue slide from his mouth into her body, relishing in the new creamy flavor he was experiencing. He lowered his mouth and tongue until he felt what seemed to be a strawberry in size and started to lick it, swirl his tongue around it, and rub his nose against it, all the while moving forward with the mare who was trembling so bad she was practically vibrating away, trying to stay on her hooves from the assault he was giving her.
“Oh, my, Celestia! Right there, like, oh yeah…”
He kept slurping and licking, not stopping even after a wave of fluid washed over his face and across his front. The taste was sublime, and he was lost in bliss to notice she had cum. He could hear him cheering himself at the good work he’d done.
“Woah, stud, she needs a break. What’d you, like, do to her?”
“Just what I’m gonna do to you, only with my dick,” he said looking at her. She winced and backed away from the marecum covered stallion who was leaning in for a kiss. She pressed a wingtip to his chest.
“Like, let’s not be romantic and just get this over with, m’kay?”
“Well, sure,” he said wobbling slightly. She turned, moved her tail, and ruffled her wings, a clear invitation she was ready. He reared and mounted her, looking down to her tail to see most of his member in his line of sight. He moved his hips in a quick jerking motion and pressed against her, the moistness coating his flare instantly.
With a thrust he was inside her, his head snapped up and he stared at the ceiling with a grunt and another thrust before collapsing on her back.
“Wait, what?” she asked, aghast. “Oh, Tartarus no, you’re not leaving me high and dry… I mean, ugh,” she grunted turning around and watching his seed leaking a trail behind her and his cock still erect.
She hooked a wing and leg on either side of him and with a twist he was on his back, with a thud. She mounted him and pressed her lips to his, the flavor of her sister filling her mouth and nose made her kiss him harder.
She pushed up on his barred and lifted his head with her wings so he was looking at her chest as she lowered herself onto him. He hummed contently, about to rest his forehead against her body when he saw her body taking him inside hers. He stiffened as she lowered herself all the way in a smooth motion to his ring, stopped and then dropped quickly with a slap sound that sent his heart racing.
The other sister appeared to his right and looked, watched as her sister lifted and dropped her rear end faster and faster.
He inhaled sharply each time her bottom would slap against his balls then exhale each time she’d rise.
She nickered just before she came, a wave of warm orange fluid washing over his loins while she whinnied like ponies of old. Her sister gasped at the look on his face and backed away while she spasmed and closed her wings, falling to the side of him with a whumph. She gulped and looked at him, suddenly concern washed over her.
“Are you okay?!”
“Like, he’s terrified! Is this place, like, haunted?”
Both mares got to their hooves and moved beside each other while Night Dancer lifted trembling forelegs to his erect cock. He whimpered as he bumped it with a hoof then cried openly, curling up into a fetal position, holding it, hugging it to his body.
The mares looked between one another, regretfully not basking in the afterglow they should have been, when he looked up to them and glared daggers.
“You?! What’d you do to Mister Floppy?! He was there, then gone, then there… are you some kind of wizards?”
They looked puzzledly at the curled up stallion, holding his cock like an overprotective parent and snickered. “What?” they said in unison.
“Mister Floppy was gone, where’d he go when you were doing that to me?!”
“Uh, you mean having sex with you?” the darker blue one said between giggles.
“Yes!” he pouted. “No mare has ever taken him from me like that, he was scared.”
The sound of roaring laughter finally broke him out of his stupor and he looked to the door he thought he’d closed to see most of the town looking at him, curled up and holding his junk.
Suddenly a lot more sober he scrambled to his hooves and gulped. “What, uh, huh?”
“Silly Daner,” Pinkie said from beside him, “you’ve never done it with the lights on, so you’ve never seen it go in! And out, and in, and out, and in… or in your case in then,” she fell to her side and pretended to sleep with a snore.
The two mares were back in focus and he couldn’t help but giggle at their laughing. “Well, all I can say is cleanup on aisle five!”
He went on to open a chain of hobby stores across the land and he’d christen each one late in the evening with his two business associates until ponies realized hobby shops were as lame then as they are now in our world and convinced him to start making clop videos where he changed his company name to Mister Floppy and the Orange Twins.
They were rich, admired, and lived happily for a few years until they got tired of sex and moved on with their lives in different directions.
Unable to live his clop name down, Mister Floppy went on tour offering aspiring colts and stallions on the ins and outs of the business.
Zipper and Flipper stayed close together and opened a restaurant where squash soup was the best selling item, for unknown reasons.
And Pinkie Pie kept throwing parties, unaware of the world outside Ponyville for the rest of her days, except when she had to save the world, then she knew stuff, but other than that.
Oh, and Twilight still hasn’t gotten over him stepping on her hoof even though it was, like, four years ago and he was drugged up really good.
The End
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