Shivered Timbers' Sexty Minute Ponies

What's Inside
by Shivered Timbers

(Prompt: Pinkie's favorite filling. Also, I may be losing my mind.)

"Why, octopus of course, silly!"

Rainbow Dash gaped. She couldn't even muster the will to moan as Pinkie's vibrating purple strapon slid into her.

"Now I get to ask a question, right?" Pinkie giggled, rocking her hips forward. The Grape Ape buzzed against Dash's walls as Pinkie's answer buzzed inside Dash's head.

"Pinkie." It was becoming more difficult to keep a straight face. "Pinkie, you're shitting me."

Another giggle. "No, Dashie! I'd have to eat you first and wait eight hours! And not the sexy kind of eating either! Now get with the moanin' and groanin'!"

Pinkie hopped slightly, pressing her hips to Dash's ass. Dash did let out a groan, but it wasn't of pleasure. Her cheek rested on the bed, her wings splayed uselessly at her sides in leather harnesses, and her back legs were held apart by a spreader bar. Pinkie fared little better, with her restrictive vinyl stockings and tail bandages, though she'd spit out the ball gag to talk for this round. And, well, she was the one with the twelve-inch fake cock strapped to her groin. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and moaned again.

"That's more like it!" Pinkie cheered, and slapped Rainbow's flank.

Octopus.

What in the blue fucking hell.

Rainbow tried really hard not to think about it. After all, her friend was plowing her into the bed, and that should be foremost on her mind, right? Except this was the same friend who had just told her that octopus was her "favorite filling".

What did that even mean? Her mind was quick to supply answers.

"Oh Twilight!" cried the Pinkie in Rainbow Dash's mind, surrounded by a hundred magically-produced tentacles. "Fill me up with your magical love appendages, but please, be gentle!"

Pinkie doesn't sound like that at all. I need a new imagination. The Grape Ape buzzed angrily and a shudder rolled down her body.

But fucking tentacles. Seriously? Twilight was the one into all that creepy Neighponese hen-tie shit, not Pinkie, and certainly not Rainbow Q. Dash the Third.

That image came back, the dozens of lithe, twisting members rising from the murky darkness, each topped with a small phallus. They entwined with one another, sliding up Pinkie's legs as she gasped and moaned, writhing helplessly in their embrace. Two pairs snapped up, gripping her forelegs and holding her spread-eagled. She rose on a pillar made of dickmonster tentacles.

What in the fucking fuck even.

"Dashie, you're not screaming at all!" Pinkie said with an audible pout.

"Octopus, Pinkie, seriously?"

Pinkie laughed, and her hips bucked out of rhythm from it. "Are you still thinking about that?"

"Yes. Celestia help me, yes I am still thinking about that."

A weight slid over her back. "You wanna tell me all abooouuut iiiit?"

Rainbow sighed. "All I can think of right now is you being filled with tentacles. In your pussy, your ass, your mouth." She made a face of disgust and squeezed her eyes shut. The images returned. "You're struggling against these hundreds of dick-tacles but enjoying it all at the same time, as they fuck you harder and... nnngh, and harde-- aaah! And then they start f-filling you with... Oh my sweet Celestia, Pinkie, fucking fuck me harder!"

Pinkie giggled and obliged. Dash pawed at the bed, her hips bucking back against Pinkie's as the toy delved her depths. More images surged forth, of Pinkie being filled with juices of every color, of a rainbow of semen bursting from her orifices, of her laying back on that swaying column of erectile flesh, fully satisfied.

"A-a-a-aaahhh, Daring Dooooo!"

And with that horribly embarrassing shout, Rainbow came.

"Aw, ponyfeathers..."

Pinkie gigglesnorted and laughed until she collapsed off of Rainbow and onto the floor, the dildo still buzzing against the floor as she rolled back and forth, clutching her sides, tears running out of the corners of both eyes.

Rainbow caught her breath and heaved herself up into a standing position, hobbled though she was by the night's bondage play. She hefted her hindquarters around until she could peer over the edge of the bed at her partner, whose amaranthine member waved back and forth in the air like the lube-covered conductor of a sexy orchestra.

Seriously, what is wrong with my head tonight?

"Pinkie..."

"You called me Daring Do!" This began a new round of laughter.

"I was confused!" Rainbow slapped a hoof over her eyes. "I just got off while thinking about you being tentacle-raped! That's disgusting! I'm disgusting! You're disgusting!" She jabbed a hoof accusingly toward Pinkie. "I am thoroughly disgusted."

Pinkie stopped and pouted. "But did you like it?"

"Yes. No. I dunno. It was a good fucking, if that's what you mean." Rainbow flumped onto the bed and grimaced. "It's all your fault with your stupid octopus filling thing."

Pinkie raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you were thinking about that because..." She snorted. "But Dashie, I thought we were talking about sushi!"

"I give up," Dash said, rolling over. "Nothing makes sense anymore and my world is ruined."

"Aww." Pinkie stood and pressed her nose to Dash's, nuzzling. "Bet I'm your favorite filling, huh?"

"Yeah..."

Rainbow thought about her rope nights with Applejack and Rarity, afternoons spent dirtying piles of books with Twilight, of quiet romances with Fluttershy. She sighed wistfully.

"You always keep me guessin', Pinks," she said, and kissed her friend gently.