Pinkie Pie practically vibrated with excitement as she stood in her secret party planning cave, looking down at a curious black envelope which had arrived earlier in the day. Inside was a letter, not in and of itself surprising, which politely asked her to attend a party. What had her especially interested though, was the fact that she wasn’t sure who it had been sent from. Looking down she re-read the neatly folded parchment,
Dear Ms. Pinkamena Diane Pie
You are cordially invited to attend, and star at, our gathering this coming friday. Your exploits as a premier party planner are renowned far and wide. If you would be so kind as to join us, please conceal yourself within a large cake, and we’ll have a pony or two come and pick you up friday evening at 7pm to be delivered to the party! Several of my friends are rather fond of surprises and would love nothing more than to have you jump out of a delicious cake at the event.
Thank you in advance,
DM
“Oh boy this is gonna be grrrrrrrrrrreat” she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “I haven’t popped out of a cake in ages, not since that weird wedding party full of stallions who kept yelling ‘Shake it baby!’ I still don’t know where they got all those mini cream canons either,” she continued, hopping about in jubilation at being so formally asked to star at an event. Most of the time ponies would just drop by Sugarcube Corner to ask her, but the fact that somepony actually wrote a letter meant this had to be a super important party. She stopped, the sudden realization that such a proper invitation meant she would have to try her very best to please the crowd. Friday was tomorrow, and a cake large enough to conceal her would be no easy feat. Rummaging around through one of the many filing cabinets, she found plans for just such a culinary construction, a dodeca layer yellow sponge cake with white buttercream frosting. She knew it was going to take all afternoon to gather the ingredients, and baking the monstrous cake would take the better part of a day on top of that, but she knew it would be worth the effort. Nodding in approval, she crammed the recipe into her cotton candy mane before jumping onto a slide and riding it up to her room above the bakery.
Pinkie spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for the onerous confectionary task, fetching: several dozen eggs, pounds of butter, as well as a pallet of sugar and flour. With her ingredients gathered, the joyous pink mare retrieved all the pans necessary and laid them out in the back of the kitchen. Looking over everything, she smiled, realizing she was all set to start tomorrow morning. Bouncing upstairs to her room she flopped onto her bed, passing out nearly instantly and beginning to snore loudly.
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The following morning was a whirlwind of activity, Pinkie was up extra early to start baking. The pink pony was a blur in the kitchen, dashing between stations as she multi-tasked in spectacular fashion. Fortunately for her, Fridays tended to be a slow day in the kitchen of Sugarcube Corner, the bakery selling off the various confections of the week at discount prices so they could start fresh for the upcoming week. Mr. and Mrs. Cake both offered to help her, but Pinkie was too preoccupied, manically rushing back and forth at unthinkable speeds as she juggled several culinary steps at once. The hours practically flew around the clock as she toiled, but Pinkie was able to pull it off in the end. It was only early in the afternoon when she finished, nearly an hour ahead of schedule. Wiping sweat from her brow, she marvelled at the towering pastry, smiling gleefully at the fruit of her labor.
“Oh wow Pinkie you really outdid yourself,” Mrs. Cake remarked as she trotted over, admiring the collosal confection.
“Yup! I’m gonna pop out and surprise the lot of ‘em, well, except for the one who invited me anyway!” Pinkie replied, trotting in place in anticipation for her grand reveal.
“Um, this isn’t going to be like that cough wedding party is it?” Mrs. Cake asked with a slight blush.
“I don’t think so,” Pinkie said, rubbing her chin in thought. “Besides, if it was they’d have asked for a giant wedding cake! Just be sure the delivery ponies pick it up, they should be here soon,” she continued, yawning slightly as the fatigue of her busy morning began to catch up with her. “I’m just gonna camp out inside for a little pre-shindig siesta, gotta be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the party afterall!”
Trotting over to the cake, she gingerly tapped the side with her hoof, causing a brick of the confection to inexplicably swing open, allowing her access to the hollow interior. Ducking her head, the pink pony smuggled herself within the spongy cavity. Surrounded by the warm and moist pastry, Pinkie rested her head against one of the interior walls, using her fluffy mane as a makeshift pillow. She was exhausted, after hours of running around like a maniac the mare was thankful for the reprieve before being delivered to the party. The little pony’s eyelids started to droop, surrounded by the tasty cake she’d labored over, as she drifted off to sleep.
~
The cake shuddered slightly, waking Pinkie Pie from her slumber. Rubbing her eyes she bolted upright, realizing that the delivery must have been made while she slept. Pausing, she listened for any signs of an ongoing party, but the only thing she could hear were the sounds of a few ponies casually talking. Rubbing her hooves together, she quickly fished about in her mane and retrieved a baffling number of inflated balloons, filling the cake’s interior with the colorful objects. Tensing her legs Pinkie launched herself upward, erupting out of the top of the cake. Balloons and, mysteriously, confetti exploded outward, as the pink mare flung her arms wide. “Surprise!” Pinkie shouted, her face plastered in frosting as she smiled broadly.
Pinkie mopped the sugary topping from her face with her tongue, opening her eyes to look down at, what surely was, a jubilant group of party goers. The room was eerily silent, three unicorns stood looking up at the pink, cake covered, mare. Two stallions and a mare, each wearing a dark robe which concealed all but their faces, looked pleased to see her, each grinning up at Pinkie Pie. Pinkie looked around confused, trying to figure out exactly what type of party she’d been invited to. The floor and walls were constructed of neatly hewn cobblestone, the ceiling hardwood timbers. Only a few strange pieces of, what Pinkie assumed, were furniture adorned the area as well as a table which held all manner of odd tools and supplies.
“Ms. Pie!” one of the two stallions said, trotting up to the cake, and smiling up at her. He had a short cropped black mane with a burgundy coat, his sparkling green eyes contrasted with much darker fur. “I’m Tender Tenure,” he continued, before motioning to his comrades, “The other stallion is Prize and the mare’s name is Giggles.”
Pinkie beamed down at them, leaping out of the cake and landing beside Tender she wrapped him in a big hug. “I love small parties!” she declared, smearing frosting over the stallion’s robe.
“Absolutely right!” Prize commented, stepping forward. His mane, dark purple with contrasting electric pink streaks, draped over half of his face, his piercing sapphire eyes locked onto Pinkie Pie as the dingey yellow stallion strutted closer. “Sometimes the best parties are those held between close friends,” he continued, smiling warmly.
“You three can’t have been in town all that long,” Pinkie noted, releasing Tender from her clutches. “Oh golly I’m super duper excited that you invited me!” she said, bouncing in place happily at the prospect of getting to know her new friends.
“Of course but I think there’s already been a bit of a snafu,” Giggles noted, motioning toward Tender’s robe, “you’ve made quite a mess of his robe!” The sky blue mare trotted over to her friend, inspecting his cake and frosting smeared garment. Flipping her peach colored mane to the side, she frowned at Pinkie as if stricken. “These aren’t easy to clean you know,” Giggles commented, casting her crimson eyes to the floor.
“Gosh I’m sorry,” Pinky said, her hair deflating a bit as she realized her transgression. “I’ll get it cleaned up for you in a jiffy, Pinkie promise!” she bounced over to Giggles, tracking more of the cake’s remains across the floor, and scattering crumbs across the room in the process.
“Pinkie,” Giggles exclaimed, looking the pink mare over from head to hoof, “perhaps we should get you cleaned up before you make any more of a mess.” The blue mare trotted over to one of the many curious constructs dotting the room. It resembled a reclined leather chair except the arms went out at an angle and had separate legs which were hinged for articulation. “Since you’re our guest how about we make a game of getting you tidied up, it’ll be fun,” the mare continued, grinning ever so slightly as she looked back at Pinkie Pie.
“Oh I love games! Is it like pin the tail on the donkey? I tried that once with Cranky Doodle but he didn’t seem to enjoy it much,” Pinkie said with a chuckle, bouncing over to Giggles in the process. “So, how do we play?” she asked, looking at the odd contraption and trying to figure out exactly what it was.
“Well,” Tender stated, trotting over beside her, “one pony has a seat while other ponies try their best to make them laugh. It’s rather fun, I must say! Why, I bet we’ll have you laughing in no time flat!”
“Pffft,” Pinkie commented, waving a hoof dismissively, “easy peasy.” The pink mare sprang into the chair, flopping her fore and hind legs onto the respective limbs of the device. “Just so you know,” she noted smugly, “I am the three time party game champion of Ponyville.”
“Well I’m sure this will be quite a challenge then!” Prize said, his horn illuminating with power as several leather straps levitated to bind Pinkie Pie’s limbs to the arms and legs of the chair. “Shall we begin?” he muttered, looking to the other unicorns who smiled and nodded.
Pinkie closed her eyes, drawing a breath, and concentrated. Her mane fell utterly flat, draping across her face, which had taken on a deadpan expression. The three unicorns looked at each other for a moment, unsure of how to process the jarring shift in tone from the pink pony. Giggles and Prize moved to Pinkie’s sides, flanking her while Tender stood directly in front of her seat.
Without preamble Tender started making a series of silly faces, crossing his eyes and dancing about nonsensically while Pinkie looked on stoically. Giggles and Prize began tenderly massaging Pinkie with their hooves, softly prodding and rubbing her flesh in an attempt to elicit a titter from her.
“Ugh,” Giggles lamented, looking down at her crumb and frosting covered hoof. A devilish grin crossed the mare’s face before she looked over to Prize, giving the stallion a wink. Leaning forward Giggles ran her tongue up Pinkie’s side to her armpit, cleaning the sweet and sugary traces of confection from her coat. Prize started doing the same, licking the cake’s remnants from Pinkie’s body.
One of Pinkie’s eyes began to twitch involuntarily, tickling was one thing, but this was on a whole different level. She bit her lip as the two unicorns continued to lap at her, caressing her delicate flanks and belly with their tongues.
Tender stopped his menstrationsescapades at the sight, noting Pinkie struggling to retain her composure. “Oh ho, a bit sensitive here are we?” he said, stepping over to a table filled with various instruments and tools. “Maybe this will do the trick,” he commented, levitating a large feather over and shooting a predatory smirk back at Pinkie.
Trotting back over to the chair Tender kicked a lever at its base, causing its limbs to splay, leaving Pinkie in a spread eagle position with her lower legs raised slightly, but still letting her see Tender moving closer to her exposed crotch. Raising the feather to her inner thigh, he started running it up and down her sensitive flesh.
Pinkie begun to shiver in her bonds, screwing her eyes shut from the ruthless onslaught the unicorns threw at her. The feather, that had been delicately teasing her leg, descended to her groin, gently tickling her puffy pink vulva. With this new assailment of the feather on her crotch, Pinkie’s resolve crumbled. With a loud guffaw she burst into laughter, her mane springing back to its regular, fluffy self. Pinkie writhed about, bound to the chair, as the trio of unicorns continued to lick and tickle her. She barely noticed as Giggle slipped beneath her thigh, the mare’s tongue replacing the feather as it lapped at her velvety muff.
Tender and Prize didn’t let the opportunity go to waste. The stallions, each moving to one of Pinkie’s hips, continued to tickle her sides while beginning to tease and lap at her teets with their mouths. The three unicorns gradually became more overtly salacious, Giggles digging her tongue deeper into Pinkie Pie’s now sopping wet pussy, while the stallions gently nibbled on her nipples.
Pinkie’s breath became heavy, the heady mix of sexual stimulation mingling with the playful titulation set her mind racing. Her body was ablaze, besieged by her captors, she feebly struggled against her bonds. She could feel a heat in her loins as Giggle continued to service her, the mare’s tongue expertly dancing over her clit and occasionally flicking deeper into her sex. Saliva trickled down her chin as Pinkie’s chest heaved, sensing she was close the unicorns acted in unison, the stallions fiercely nibbled her nipples while Giggles aggressively swirled her tongue around her sensitive nub of flesh.
Pinkie’s back arched, her marehood winking violently, as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. Moaning whorishly, she drenched Giggle’s face in her precious nectar as her hips fought to free themselves from their restraints. The three unicorns stepped back, looking at the sweat streaked pony as she panted on the chair, marvelling as she quivered and shook, riding out her orgasm.
“Ms. Pie,” Tender said sweetly, caressing the still recovering Pinkie’s cheek, “you seem to have lost our little game, and spectacularly so. Just look at poor Giggles, you’ve doused her robe!”
Craning her neck Pinkie wearily looked over at the very damp unicorn mare, blushing heavily as she realized what she’d done. “Oh jeez I’m sorry, I’ll get her robe cleaned up too I promise,” she wheezed apologetically, looking to the floor in shame as she tried to catch her breath.
“Maybe we can play another game instead, one that would more than make up for the mess,” Prize tutted, “How about we play party favor?”
“I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before,” Pinkie commented thoughtfully, “How do we play?”
“Well, we all get to stuff you like a party favor, seems only fitting since you’ve been enjoying yourself so much at our expense,” Giggles chimed in, trotting up to stand beside Pinkie’s head.
The pink pony craned her neck, to look at each of the unicorns as they started to disrobe. Pinkie’s eyes gleamed, fixated on the rigid shafts beneath the stallions as they cast their robes to the side. “Oooh, it’s one of those types of games. Well, then...” Pinkie cooed, incomprehensibly slipping one foreleg from its bindings and flicking the switch at the chair’s base, causing its configuration to recline further, leaving her on her back with her hind legs spread lewdly in the air. “Let’s see who comes out on top.”
The trio of unicorns descended like a pack of predators as they converged on their prey. Giggles mounted the head of the chair, her cooch hovering just above Pinkie’s snout, while Tender and Prize trotted nearer.
“I got first,” Tender said, making his way between Pinkie’s thighs and lining up the head of his member with Pinkie’s entrance.
“Eh, you know I don’t mind sloppy seconds,” Prize responded, content to lean back and stroke himself as he watched the show.
“Well Pinkie,” Giggles said, looking down at the pony below her, “I really hope you like pie.” Before Pinkie could respond the blue mare thrust her hips downward, burying Pinkie’s muzzle into her snatch. Tender slammed his pelvis forward at nearly the same moment, impaling Pinkie’s marehood with his girthy shaft. The stallion began to savagely fuck his captor while Giggles ground herself on Pinkie’s face, groaning as she gyrated her hips.
Pinkie’s nostrils were filled with the potent musk of the mare’s loins, Giggles juices flowed over her tongue as she gasped for breath. She couldn’t say she wasn’t enjoying the experience, after all she always did tend to be the life of the party. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt the flared head of Tender’s cock scrape against her insides with each thrust. The sensory overload of having two ponies using her was exhilarating, she began wiggling her hips in tune with Tender’s movements as well as plunging her tongue into the slick confines of Giggle’s marehood.
“Oh fuck,” Giggles groaned, leaning forward into a sixty nine position, allowing herself an up close view of Pinkie’s entrance getting railed.
“Alright,” Prize murmured, hopping up from his seat and trotting over to Giggle’s exposed rear, “might as well make this an orgy.” Placing his front hooves on the Pinkie’s chair, the stallion lined his stallionhood up with Giggle’s ass, rubbing his pre-cum slick head against her backdoor before slowly driving himself forward.
All Pinkie could do was watch as the stallions member, mere inches from her face, forced itself into Giggle’s pucker, causing the mare to moan at the intrusion. With gentle thrusts Prize’s shaft delved deeper and deeper, until his balls slapped against Pinkie’s forehead as he started fucking the blue mare from behind. Pinkie was undeterred, licking and nibbling Giggle’s clit as she watched the stallion’s girthy rod invade her colon. Giggles, noticing Pinkie’s redoubled efforts, began licking the pink mare’s clit as Tender continued to ruthlessly fuck her.
The four ponies, an obscene tangle of limbs, tongues, and genitalia, all continued their perspective tasks with Pinkie at the eye of the carnal storm. The chair lurched violently as the orgy intensified, Pinkie Pie and Giggles getting fucked atop each other with Tender and Prize plowing away at their perspective mare.
With a throaty scream Giggles was the first to cum, throwing her head back as she squirted on Pinkie’s face. The blue mare’s cunt and anus spasmed with her orgasm, violently contracting around Prize’s stallionhood as he deep dicked her ass. Collapsing atop Pinkie, Giggle’s body rocked as she continued to be rutted, but continuing to lap at the pink mare’s supple marehood as it was continually filled by Tender’s throbbing rod.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna blow,” Prize grunted through gritted teeth, jackhammering the blue mare’s ponut.
“Give her a nice glazing,” Giggle’s wheezed, looking back with a weak smile.
Pulling out of Giggle’s ass, the stallion began furiously clopping, aiming the flared head of his shaft directly at Pinkie’s face. The pink mare only had a moment’s notice before the first jet of jizz smattered across her face, the hot and thick ropes of cum standing in stark contrast to her colorful fur. Most of Prize’s second shot landed in and around her mouth, filling it with the thick and satisfyingly salty taste of the stallion’s seed. Licking the slimy and savory ropes of cum from her lips, Pinkie began rhymically contracting her vaginal canal, milking Tender’s bloated stallionhood as it pistoned into her. She could feel him starting to swell deep within her cunt, the flared head of his cock expanding as it bumped against her cervix.
“Gaaaah,” Tender cried, his hips quivering as he blew his load. Strings of saliva hung from his slack jaw as he fitfully thrusted, riding out his orgasm as his shaft lay buried in the pink party pony strapped to the chair. His knees buckled and he fell backward, causing his still pulsating dick to unsheath itself from the warm and moist confines in which it had been concealed. Tender’s dick sporadically shot ropes of cum, drenching Giggles and Pinkie in the process as the stallion toppled to the floor. “Oh Celestia,” he moaned, “that was amazing.”
“Yea,” Giggles huffed, wiping a string of cum from her cheek, “I we’ll definitely need to do this again sometime.”
“Oh Tartarus yea!” Prize said, his pendulous dong leaking juices on the floor, “We’ll have to get her to come back to party with us again for sure!”
Giggles looked around in bewilderment, somehow finding herself directly atop the unoccupied chair. “Uh,” she stammed, “where’d Pinkie go?”
The two stallions looked to their friend in confusion, before the trio’s attention was drawn to the far side of the room by a loud snapping noise. Looking over Pinkie stood, a latex sock in her teeth as she pulled it over one hoof, her other three legs already adorned by the slick black rubber coverings. Her mane had gone totally flat, draping over her face and neck, and her normally vibrant eyes were now as cold and lifeless as a glacier.
“Pinkie sees how it is,” she muttered, almost to herself, “naughty ponies invited her over for a kinky party and weren’t even polite enough to let her know beforehand.” Reaching over to a nearby table she retrieved a riding crop, tapping it experimentally against the stone floor before slowly raising her gaze to the three unicorns. “Well,” she continued, taking a step forward, “let Ms. Pinkamena take this opportunity to educate you on how it’s supposed to go.” A rictus grin split the mare’s face as she wildly eyed the unicorns, now frozen in terror. “Oh don’t be like that,” she cooed, moving closer, “it’ll be fun.”
Tender, Prize, and Giggles all loudly gulped, looking between one another as the now sadistic looking pink pony made her approach. It was going to be a long night...
Author's Note
My good dude man Hidden Secret helped with editing. Go check his stuff out!
