Author's Note

Features: Solo female masturbation, rubber and latex, anal and oral play, artificial lactation, tickling, tactless descriptions of mental illness, rough self play, some self-humiliation.

A Dungeon Full Of Friends

The night blanketed the town of Ponyville. All was quiet, and serene, but in one house, one shape was stirring.

Pinkie Pie the party pony held her beloved alligator, giving him a gentle squeeze, before slipping out of bed, dressed in nothing but a pyjama top.

“It’s a good thing you’re a morning alligator, Gummy, so you can warn me if anypony thinks it’s suspicious that I’m gone,” she whispered, as she quietly opened the hatch to the secret cave underneath Sugar Cube Corner.

“If anyone comes in, just tell them I’ve gone to check on the water valves,” she continued, before slipping down into her secret room, which had undergone some changes since she came back from that town out in the middle of nowhere, now as a living sex toy.

While there had always been plenty of rubber in there, with all the balloons, and the occasional dildo, there was more of it now, being Pinkie’s secret love dungeon. A four poster waterbed with latex covers decorated the center of the room, and an assortment of toys and tubes lined the walls.

“And now I just gently close this soundproof door,” Pinkie whispered to herself, as gently moved the thick door without a sound. “So… that… I… can… TALK OPENLY!”

Pinkie cheered and skipped around the room, giggling as she did. “In here I’m safe and free, and it’s so exciting!”

She came to a stop in front of a mirror, and her reflection gave her a puzzled look. “But why are you free here?” it asked.

Pinkie giggled. “Well, I’ll tell you a secret. A long time ago, I saw a bunch of psychiatrists, and psychologists, and psychoanalysts, and… a bunch of psycho-types, who took a look at the old noggin here,” she said, and tapped the side of her skull. “And they said that I, Pinkie Pie, have to keep myself from indulging in too many fantasies, or my psychoses would get worse, and if they did, ponies would stop being able to be my friends, and I wouldn't be able to plan parties, because they wouldn’t understand what I was saying, and neither would I for that matter. So, for the sake of my friends, and parties, I only let myself get weird some of the time. I mean, I’m always weird, but not really really really weird if you know what I mean, where I talk to inanimate objects.

“But then something happened.”

Pinkie took a few steps back to let her mirror image get a better look at her, before she spread her arms, and concentrated slightly.

An effect spread across her body, where her normal skin and hair vanished and made way to a body of rubber, and her made and tail became clumps of the same material, retaining the same outline as their normal counterparts.

“I became rubber!”

She did a pirouette on the spot, making her large breasts bounce beneath her pyjama top, and the bottom fly up and flash her primary love equipment.

“And part of being rubber is that you recover from all damages really quickly. Twilight has said that includes mentally, and I can tell she’s right, because: I can now indulge in fantasies as much as I like, and I don’t have to worry about my brain going… because it’s now rubber!” she sing-songed.

She turned back to her reflection.

“And that’s why I can now talk to you, my reflection, without having to worry about getting worse. So…”

She turned to address the room as a whole, empty save for herself and the figments of her imagination.

“I have a pronouncement to make, and it’s my deepest, darkest secret, or perhaps the second most deep and dark secret, even though I think my friends already know, but that’s beside the point…”

She put her hand to her chest, and closed her eyes while still smiling.

“I, Pinkamena Diane Pie… am… crazy.”

“That’s right… crazy! Craayyy-Zeeee! Insane! Loco! Touched in the head! A loonie!”

She turned back to her mirror image, and leaned in with a serious face. “I am not joking, honestly, I have a history of psychotic episodes. Seriously, there is legitimately something wrong with my brain.”

Something about her smile changed, becoming predatory, and she grinned at the mirror. “And I like it.”

Her smile returned. “But! I can totally handle it, and it can’t actually get any worse than this, so I. Am. Happy! I get to both be crazy and not have to worry about it! Let me show you!”

She stepped out into the middle of the room, and spun around again. “Pinkie! You’re crazy again! You’re just talking to yourself!” she sang again, in a slightly mocking tone.

Pinkie Pie stopped, and stared around, as realization hit her. She was alone. There was no one else here.

This had happened before, and this would be the part where that sinking feeling would grow larger and heavier in her chest. She’d chide herself for allowing herself to be this carried away, and try and brush it off and say that it wouldn’t happen again.

But then the feeling wouldn’t go away, it would stay there, growing stronger, as she realized she was lying to herself. She had slipped because she let herself slip. All she had to do was not be crazy, and things would be so much better. Think of your friends, Pinkie!

And then her mane would deflate, and she’d admit to herself that… yes, she did let herself slip, and promised herself to not let it happen again, lest it became too serious.

She turned around to face the mirror. In front of her was just a reflective surface with something black behind it. It reflected the light so that she could look at herself from the front. That’s all it did.

It was all just memories now though. The sinking feeling prodded her, asking, meekly, if she wanted to experience it again.

The rubber doll smiled.

Nope.

Pinkie was crazy.

She looked back at the mirror, to see a fascinated pink pony looking back at her.

“And that’s why I love being a doll. Me and my brain, my clinically abnormal brain, can have so much fun together!”

Pinkie noticed the mare in the mirror nodding in slow comprehension, somewhat distracted by Pinkie’s breasts.

She giggled. “It’s rude to stare, you know,” she said, and winked. “But I forgive you.”

She put on her best teasing smile and bedroom eyes, and asked, “would you like to see them?”

The mirror image nodded, and Pinkie Pie started undoing the buttons, which struggled to contain the beautiful breasts.

At the third buttoned being loosened, the soft mounds bounced out of their confinements, their shape and texture so impossibly alluring, and Pinkie Pie carried them well, being openly proud of them.

“Wanna see what Twilight has invented?” she asked, and grabbed one boob, holding it up to the observing mirror image, who nodded excitedly.

The image looked on in fascination, as Pinkie aimed a nipple higher, and gently squeezed the breast.

A small mass of white paste flowed out of the nipple and rested on it and the areola.

“Frosting!” Pinkie happily declared, and brought the nipple up to her mouth and suckled the sugary treat off.

“Princess Cadence is pregnant, and getting close, so Twilight made working nipples for us! And you can load your breasts with whatever, and there’s magic going on to keep it fresh and… all kinds of goodies! Would you like a taste?”

The mirror image blushed, and nodded, before looking down at herself, almost jumping in surprise when she noticed the beautiful breast being offered to her, and leaning down to take the nipple in her mouth.

“Mmm. MMmmmm,” Pinkie moaned, closing her eyes and walking backwards, collapsing onto the latex bed and producing loud squeaking sounds as rubber met rubber.

“Mmm, like it, don’t you? Oh yeaaahh…”

Pinkie’s worshipping of her own body grew more and more fierce, and she started rocking the waterbed back and forth, the latex duvet squeaking underneath her, and the knot holding the latex curtain to the poster coming loose and making it swing heavily.

Suddenly, Pinkie felt something against her lower leg, and she opened her eyes to see a black, shining latex dildo lying in the bed. Her mind stopped at the sight, before popping her nipple out of her mouth, and immediately started fumbling with the buttons of her pyjama top, trying to close it.

“Oh! Mr Licorice! I didn’t see you there! Heheh,” she said, nervously, as she managed to squeeze her nipples out of sight, even though they were clearly poking through her top.

The dildo lay, inanimate, on the bed.

“What? No, no of course not, silly!” Pinkie assured the dildo, as she scrambled into a sitting position that still gave hypothetical onlookers a clear view of her smooth rubber crotch. “You’re my friend! You’re always welcome here! I was just, uhm… thinking about baking.”

The dildo kept lying there.

Pinkie tilted her head. “What’s wrong?” she said, and shifted slightly.

The dildo rolled a little from the movement, and Pinkie turned around to place her face closer to it.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she said, in a concerned tone. “You can tell me.”

The dildo lay still, very unsure about how to proceed.

Pinkie Pie gently reached out a hand and softly touched the base of Mr Licorice. “... Hey, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m still worried. I’d like to help.”

Mr Licorice lay still, while Pinkie listened intently, her ears drooping slightly.

“Oh, I see. What? No! No, of course that’s not ridiculous at all!”

The dildo lay still, but hopeful.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with you,” Pinkie assured the dildo. “Lots of ponies, and other creatures, like to do that. It doesn’t make them bad.”

Mr Licorice didn’t move.

Pinkie smiled widely at it. “I know so. So long as you make it clear what you want, and others consent, you’re okay.”

Still no movement.

Pinkie giggled. “You’re welcome!” she said, and looked expectantly at the dildo, which didn’t move.

After about a minute of awkward silence, Pinkie giggled again. “Alright, I’ll ask you then. Would you like to try out your fantasy on me?”

The dildo froze. Or it would have if it wasn’t already inanimate.

Pinkie Pie leaned forward with a wide grin. “... I consent.”

She shuffled back from the dildo, and stood up on her knees, reaching back and flicking a record player so that needle came down on the disc that was starting to spin with a slight scratch, before producing a softly rolling, thumping rhythm of erotic techno music.

“Here, let me start with putting on a show.”

Mr Licorice lay inanimate, but fascinated, as Pinkie started swaying her body to the rhythm, raising her arms into the air and accentuating her supremely curvy rubber body.

Pinkie looked at the dildo with half-lidded, lustful eyes, as she brought her hands down to her pyjama top, once again unbuttoning it, this time while softly moving her body to the beat.

She peeled the fabric back, and gently let the top slide off her arms and shoulder. Now completely naked, she gave Mr Licorice a teasing look.

She didn’t immediately proceed to the next phase though. She lingered on showing off her naked body, the smooth, pink rubber reflecting the soft lights in the ceiling.

Pinkie put the back of her hands on her knees, and very softly and slowly brought them up along her shiny body, showing her soft, round thighs, then her filled out, smooth crotch, with her both alluring and beautiful sex. They crept up along her firm, beautiful belly, chest, and of course her magnificent breasts, followed by her shoulders, neck, and finally, her beautiful mane and face, giving Mr Licorice a welcoming, accepting look.

Pinkie leaned back, presenting her body, and smiled at the dildo again. “I’m ready.”

The shiny black dildo was picked up by a pink hand, and was brought to Pinkie’s breasts, massaging them, first softly, then firmly.

“Mmm,” Pinkie moaned, and closed her eyes, pressing her back into her shiny bed. “Mm, but I thought you… wanted to be rough?”

The dildo kept massaging Pinkie breasts, pressing into the soft rubber of her tits, making pleasure and excitement surge through her body, stronger and stronger.

Then, it stopped, and Pinkie raised herself up on one arm, finding herself staring at the tip of Mr Licorice. The strong, firm dildo, the tough latex.

They faced each other for a long moment, before Pinkie finally smiled at it.

“Give it to me.”

Mr Licorice struck Pinkie across the face with a meaty sound, forcefully angling her head away.

Pinkie moaned, and turned to face Mr Licorice again, with a confident grin.

“See? I told you I liked it. I can take much worse than that, so don’t hold back.”

“... Oh I’m sure, I’m really sure.”

The dildo slapped Pinkie again, and she turned her head to stare at the dildo again. It was ready, and slapped her once more.

The next time, Pinkie barely had time to get her bearings before it struck her across the cheek again.

A series of dull thuds sounded throughout the cave, eventually settling into rhythm with the techno music.

Eventually, Pinkie was lost in a blur. She used her every capacity for conscious thought to just align her face right, only for it to be slapped again, making her try once more.

On and on it went, and after many, many hits to the face, Pinkie collapsed onto her back, and lay against the latex covers, panting.

The dildo let her rest for a moment, before it reminded her of her role, her purpose.

“Hah… hah… thank you, Licorice,” she said, and started herself up with a shaky arm, only to be slapped down into a lying position again, facing away from the dildo.

“I mean Mister Licorice.”

The dildo let her rest again, starting to recover a bit more thoroughly, before she sat up again, and this time it let her.

“That… haaah… was amazing.”

The dildo was once again picked up by Pinkie.

“No, I’m not done yet, I can keep goin-”

That’s as far as she got before the dildo once again slapped her across the face. “Ah! Thank you!”

A particularly hard slap sent her down onto her back again. “Thank you, Mister Licorice.”

The dildo struck Pinkie across her breasts, making her whimper into her latex-covered pillow.

“More,” she softly said, and the dildo obliged. “Please, more.”

But Pinkie found herself being flipped over onto her stomach, where the dildo started striking her shiny pink buttocks, hard, and fast.

“Ah! AAaaah! AaaaaAAAH! So good, so gooood!” she cried out, her eyes crossing from the pleasure, before the dildo suddenly stopped.

She was once again turned over onto her back, where she sat up and quickly retrieved some stout latex straps hanging from the bottom of the bed, attached to a shiny steel spreader bar.

She quickly slipped ankles into the straps, and fastened them, before lying back and reaching for another strap above her head, fastening the hand not holding the dildo in it.

Breathing quickly, Pinkie once again stared at the dildo she held in her free hand, fearfully excited over what it might try next.

Then, it descended on her, specifically her armpit, nuzzling its tip against the soft rubber there.

She immediately burst out laughing.

Pinkie squirmed madly, struggling futilely against the latex straps and producing an orchestra of squeaks writhing against the bed, as Mr Licorice tickled her silly.

Then, Mr Licorice stopped.

Pinkie was left panting on her bed, her shiny rubber body now only producing small aftersounds from rubbing against her shiny rubber sheets, and her breasts gently jiggling back and forth.

She managed to gather up enough energy to lift her head to see what Mr Licorice was going to do next, and had to toss her torso to jiggle her large breasts out of the way to see the dildo slowly descending against her crotch.

It started slowly rubbing against her rubber vagina, which was wonderfully tight despite the recent play, and Mr Licorice was quite wide, and both being rubber would cause a lot of friction, but that was just part of the fun.

“Oh, oh yes,” Pinky breathed, and leaned back into her latex pillow again, arching her back to further try and rub herself against the dildo.

But Mr Licorice wasn’t having that, and let up on the pressure, again simply gently teasing Pinkie’s entrance by rubbing back and forth.

“Mmm, please,” Pinkie moaned. “Just- ah!”

Pinkie let out a loud yelp, as Mr Licorice penetrated her, producing a sharp sound of rubber on rubber, but it wasn’t her vagina.

“There!?” Pinkie shouted, as Mr Licorice spread her pink rubber asshole wide, then thrust deeper in.

“Hurgh!” Pinkie said, and once again arched her back, as she felt her hole tightly grip Mr Licorice.

“Nnngh!” she moaned, as she tried getting control over her asshole, but Mr Licorice was just too big for that. She felt that she could get some sort of grip around the dildo if only it stayed still for more than a moment, but every time it paused, it was just long enough for Pinkie to start struggling before it pumped again.

It wasn’t that it was unpleasant, quite the contrary, but even as a doll, Pinkie couldn’t help but feel frustrated after having her pussy teased like that, only to have her asshole fucked instead.

Frustrated in a good way of course.

“Mmmhah, mmmm!” Pinkie moaned, and bit her lip, as the dildo showed her who was boss. With an utterly dominating demeanor, it demanded answers from her.

“Mmm! You are!” Pinkie yelped, as she felt Mr Licorice demand her to say it again, and more.

“Aaah! You are! You’re in charge! I’m just a crazy rubber doll getting more than she deserves! Aaah! Oooh, it feels so good. Wha-? Uh, you bucking me feels so good. You’re bucking my butt, you’re bucking my butt and I love it!”

The waterbed was rippling back and forth from Pinkie thrusting the dildo into herself, and from thrusting herself against the dildo, and the room was filled with the hypnotizing, rhythmic beats from the record, along with the creaking of Pinkie’s rubber body against the dildo and the bedsheets.

Pinkie had long since stopped using her eyes, and didn’t register how they slowly rolled upwards, her rubber pupils half-obscured by her eyelids, as she babbled about her sensations at the encouragement of her playmate.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna… what? Huh, oh please, don’t stop!” she begged, as the dildo slowed down, to make sure she understood its demands for her to admit and describe how she felt. “Oh! Yes, I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum from you bucking my butt. You’re bucking my butt and it feels sooo gooood! Please! Please just go faster again- buck my butt faster- Ooooh! Yes, my rubber butt is so cute, and you’re bucking it so hard and I love it so much! Oh, OOoooohh! Buck my butt, buck my butt, b-buck my buttbuckmybuttbuckmy- What? Y-yes! Thank you! Thank you for making me feel this! I’ll try and make- ah! I’ll try and make it up to you! Thank you! Thank you for you buck-bucking my butt! Thank you Thank you thank you thank you thankyouthanktyouthankyouthank-”

*POP!*

“Tha- huh!?”

Pinkie raised her head, to see Mr Licorice out in the open. “What!? No! Please! Please keep going! Please… What? Uh, please buck my butt! Yes, please buck my butt some more! I need you to buck my butt just a little bit more,” she babbled, and raised her bottom in the air, presenting her beautiful crotch and wiggling it up and down.

She brought the dildo up to her face again, and cowered slightly in its presence, blushing from embarrassment. “You’re right, I’m sorry, it’s not just about me.”

She nodded, and obediently raised her head and presented her cheek, before Mr Licorice slapped her across the face again.

The dildo lingered for a moment to make sure it had made itself clear, before Pinkie brought it down to her breasts.

The large mounds were so beautiful, and Mr Licorice started sensually rubbing against them, rolling back and forth over them, and poking them hard, making the tit-rubber give way quite a bit.

Pinkie didn’t know what to do, and was mixed between leaning her back and trying to linger on the feeling of having her pussy teased, her ass bucked, or the current sensation of having her breasts played with.

Mr Licorice came to rest between the breasts, as Pinkie’s free hand grabbed one of the tits, and squeezed, producing a small pile of white frosting.

She picked up Mr Licorice again, and scooped up the delicious frosting from her rubber nipple, and brought it up to her lips.

Pinkie was by now reaching the end of her endurance, which was imagined since she was a tireless rubber doll, but it felt good pretending that was reaching her end.

She smiled at Mr Licorice, and this small act of kindness in this otherwise wonderfully rough session.

She put Mr Licorice into her mouth, and closed her eyes as she savored the sensation of licking off the delicious frosting from the admirably large, strong, and smooth Mr Licorice.

As the dildo rested in her mouth, being lovingly caressed by her tongue, she undid the strap holding her arm in place.

Pinkie’s eyes shot open as she roughly grabbed herself by her throat, and roughly held herself down against the bed.

“Whua? Whua a’ yeou- Mph!”

She used her other arm to grab Mr Licorice, and shove the dildo down into her throat.

Pinkie shut her eyes tightly, as Mr Licorice swabbed her throat, only letting a minute amount of air and sound push its way out, as the dildo travelled up and down, pressing out on all sides.

The wet sound of, “glhhk! Glhlk-glhk-glhk-glhk…” was the only thing Pinkie could manage to vocalize, as she pumped Mr Licorice back and forth, feeling her throat bulge out with every thrust.

Then, she stopped, and held the dildo in her throat, making her open her eyes and look at the hand holding it down her mouth.

She closed her eyes again, and struggled futilely, before putting all her efforts into ejecting the dildo from her in one mighty thrust.

But Mr Licorice stayed, even as the frosting forced its way around the dildo, filling her mouth, with some of it going out through her nose.

Pinkie Pie coughed and sputtered for a few more moments, before the dildo was pulled out of her mouth.

She lay there, panting, her nostrils filled and her face covered in frosting, when she weakly lolled her head to the side, and saw the clock on the bedside table.

Her gaze lingered on it for a moment, before her eyes shot open. “Oh buck-cakes! The sun is almost up! I have to get up and get to baking,” she said, as she rose up and started undoing the straps holding her legs in place.

She jumped out of bed as her skin and mane started returning to normal, using one hand to wipe the frosting from her face and shoving it back into her mouth, while the other lifted up the record needle before grabbing her pyjama top.

“And I didn’t get to cum! Oh Celestia I’m so hoooorrrnyyyyy!” she whined to herself, as she rushed to put the place in order before bounding over to the door.

“I’ll be back later, imaginary friends! Especially you, Licorice,” she said, with a wicked grin. “It’s my turn next!”

The door closed, and everything was quiet in the secret party room again.

Extra:

Pinkie Pie was baking up a storm, her hands seemingly being in too many places at once, when suddenly one of her hands started trying to grasp air, searching the kitchen counter for something that wasn’t there.

“And frosting, frosting, frosting… hello? Frosting? Where are you?”

Pinkie stopped, and looked around the kitchen, not seeing any delicious frosting anywhere.

“That’s strange. I guess I’ll have to make some… actually, I could always…”

She looked around suspiciously, but except for Gummy, she was alone.

Pinkie quickly lifted her top to expose her breasts, and rested a nipple over a half-finished cupcake.

As she squeezed out some frosting, which had never been in contact with anything other than clean rubber, Pinkie’s mind wandered to her friends in the secret basement. Her inanimate friends, without minds of their own, and how much fun one can have with them.

She looked down on her breast, as she finished frosting the cupcake, but instead of quickly putting it away, she stared at it.

Her body was so beautiful.

Imaginary friends.

Toys without minds.

Her sexy body.

She was a toy.

Playing with toys.

Inspiration struck Pinkie.

She put her breast away, and shoved the cupcakes into the oven, before counding out to Mrs Cake.

“Mrs Cake! How many more batches do we need today?”

Mrs Cake, standing behind the counter, took a quick look at the collection of pastries.

“Uhm, let’s see… some more muffins, some foam rockets, and… no, I think that should be it. How so? Do you need to leave early?”

Pinkie Pie cocked her head. “How did you know that?”

Mrs Cake smiled at Pinkie. “I’ve known you long enough to tell when you’re extra excited. I still don’t know how you do it though. You’ve baked the full day’s worth and it’s not even lunch yet. If anything, you’ve gotten even faster lately.”

“Aaaw! Thank you!” Pinkie beamed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make the rest. You go spend time with your friends.”

Pinkie Pie bounded up to Mrs Cake and lifted her up in a big hug. “Thank you!”

Mrs Cake had braced herself on instinct, but about the same time that Pinkie had started getting, if one could believe it, even better at baking, her hugs had become nicer too. Less crushing and more… soft, as if there was a cushioning effect to them.

“You’re welcome,” she said, and found herself back on the floor, and Pinkie gone.

Pinkie was crazy.

“... Solemnly sweared not to be scared at the prospect of being doubly mare’d.”

Pinkie Pie found herself staring at a perfect copy of herself, just as she had during that dramatic day.

“Hi!” the copy said, and fell willingly onto her back when the original Pinkie pounced on top of her, with an excited smile on her face.

“Hi!” the original replied. “You’re weirdly into getting chopped to pieces because you’re a snapshot of me while I was thinking of how sexy it would be to be the victim in one of the Terror of Nightmare Nights comics right?”

“Uhuh!” the copy said, and nodded vigorously.

“That’s great!” Pinkie said, and pulled out a machete from behind her back. “Because I just changed my mind and would like to do the chopping!”

“Oooh-” the copy said, in an expectant tone, before being cut short from her head being removed from her body.

The body went limp, and the head giggled soundlessly as it rolled along the cavern floor, before being picked up by the original Pinkie.

“Having fun?” she asked, excitedly.

The head of the copy smiled widely, and tried, and failed, to nod.

“Neat! I gotta try that sometime. Bye!” the original Pinkie said, as she tossed the head back into the pool.

The disembodied head silently tried letting out an equally excited parting, before it splashed into the water, and vanished from existence.

Pinkie looked down at the headless copy of her body, and brought the machete up again.

“This is fun! I bet Rainbow Dash would love to be the slasher and chase me around,” she said, and got to work.

After a few moments, she held up a disembodied middle section, a pink lower belly, pelvis, and upper thighs, very shapely, and very soft.

“Pinkie Pillows! Now to just get Twilight to make this move on its own!”