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                 Pinkie's Graduation Party                 
                      -by pabrony83-                       
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                     It's Party Time!                      
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Author's Note
Unlike the other stories in the series, this one is told from the third person POV rather than from Sunset or SciTwi's POV.
Also, for those new to the SciTwi Shimmer Chronicles, here (https://www.fimfiction.net/story/364565/3/sunsets-shindig/heavenly-bliss) is where you can find the backstory to Rainbow Dash's anger toward Rarity.
Also, here (https://www.fimfiction.net/story/399807/1/fluff-n-stuff-part-2/n-stuff) is the first appearance of Fluttershy's "tattoos".
It's Party Time!
“Darling, there's no reason to be nervous,” Rarity said as she held the hand of her date, Smallfoot. “It's just your average sleepover except with a few extra sweets that Pinkie baked.”
“I know but…” Smallfoot trailed off.
“But, what?” Rarity asked.
“Well, I've heard things, rumors if you will, about things that happen at Pinkie’s parties,” Smallfoot said as she stared nervously at the floor of the limousine.
“Rumors? Of what?”
Smallfoot answered quietly, “Of… lesbian orgies.”
Rarity let out a small titter. “Nonsense, darling. We have made out with each other a few times but nothing beyond that,” Rarity lied.
“Oh. Okay,” replied Smallfoot dejectedly.
Rarity got down off the seat of the car and looked into the sad, emerald green eyes of her date. “Is there something wrong?” she asked as she brushed Smallfoot’s ruby red hair from her face.
“It’s just… when I heard those rumors about lesbian orgies through the grapevine… I was hoping they were true,” Smallfoot explained as her eyes began watering. “Rarity, if the opportunity presents itself, could we, um, have some fun in private.”
“I would like that very much,” Rarity told her as the limousine made its final stop in front of Pinkie’s house. A few moments later, the car door opened, allowing the two recent graduates to exit.
“Pinkie doesn't decorate the outside of her house for parties?” Smallfoot asked, looking around.
“Not usually,” Rarity said as she grabbed two red suitcases and a purple bag that was very familiar to one particular member of the Rainbooms. “Her parties are just flamboyant sleepovers for the most part.”
“Oh, okay,” acknowledged Smallfoot as she slung her black duffel bag over her shoulder. “How flamboyant?” she asked after a brief pause.
“Well,” began Rarity as she set her suitcases down so she could knock on the door, “we have video game tournaments, dance-offs, card games, pillow fights and sometimes we model clothing that I've made; which I happened to bring along tonight.”
“RARITY!” shouted Pinkie Pie as she opened the door before the fashionista was able to knock. “What's your name, sexy girl?” she asked Smallfoot.
Smallfoot stood in a slight daze as she attempted to take in Pinkie’s exuberant behavior. After about a minute she shook her hand and introduced herself.
“It's so nice to meet you, Smallfoot. I'm Pinkie Pie. You probably already know that because you came here with Rarity who probably told you that you were coming to my house with her to a party that I answered the door at the house that the party is being held at-”
“PINKIE! Stop! You're going to scare the poor girl,” Rarity scolded.
“Oh! Oops!” Pinkie giggled before whispering in Rarity’s ear, “Did you bring it?”
“Is there any doubt that I wouldn't bring it?” Rarity said with a grin.
Smallfoot stood in confusion as she barely heard the exchange between the two friends. Bring what? she thought as the three of them entered the house. Pornography? Lubricant? Sexy clothing? I hope they tell everyone otherwise this will drive me crazy.
“So… what did you bring?” Smallfoot asked out of curiosity. “If you don't mind me asking, that is.”
Rarity put her arm around Smallfoot and replied, “I don't mind you asking, darling. However, what I was asked to bring will be revealed in due time.”
“Aww…” Smallfoot whined.
Rarity gently held Smallfoot’s chin. “Believe me, darling, it will be worth it,” she said with a sexually-motivated smile on her face.
Smallfoot only smiled and blushed harshly. Oh my…
The three girls entered the den where all the other guests were already taking part in some of the activities that were available. Sunset, Twilight, Fluttershy, Brian Dragnov and Midnight Rainbow (Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie’s dates, respectively) were all locked into a game of strip poker. Applejack and Rainbow Dash were fighting, literally and figuratively, on the current, most sexualized fighting game to date, Boob Battler VI. Smallfoot became mesmerized by the sight of the fighters on the screen. Applejack had her fighter customized with a choke collar, ball gag and set of broken handcuffs hanging from her wrists; Rainbow Dash’s had an enormous rack with a trio of thongs made into a necklace that the fighter would sniff for her taunt.
Meanwhile, a sweet, yet thick, accent shouted from the group behind the couch, “One more and you're done, Sunset Shimmer!”
“Ehh, so what,” Sunset retorted. “Most everyone here has already seen me naked.”
Changing her focus, Smallfoot peeked over the back of the couch and saw her and Fluttershy’s former bully sitting on her heels in just a bright purple thong. This is hot, thought Smallfoot as she stared at Sunset’s firm breasts. Maybe…
“Oh, um, hi, Smallfoot,” said Fluttershy, looking toward the couch. “How long ago did you get here?”
“Rarity and I just got here a few minutes ago,” Smallfoot replied. “I don't want to seem as though I'm butting in but can I join in your game?”
Rarity smirked as she handed the mystery item to Pinkie so it could be put in a secure place for now. “Be sure that Rainbow Dash doesn't see this otherwise we could be in for a short night,” Rarity whispered.
In the meantime, Midnight was having a giggle at their new participant's losing streak. “Have you ever played poker before, Smallfoot?”
“I play Go Fish! a lot. Aren't they pretty much the same thing? I mean, the goal is to match up the cards, right?” Smallfoot asked innocently.
With another snicker, Midnight scooted closer to Smallfoot. “I'm going to sit this next hand out to help out Smallfoot if that's okay.” The rest of the group gave their blessing for the current leader of the game to help the rookie.
Twilight happened to look in the direction of the only male party guest and what she saw made her smile slightly. “Hey Brian, are you okay?” she asked calmly as she looked at her hand. “You look like you're in intense pain for some reason. Hehe.”
“Yeah… I'm fine. I just… well… sitting here with you hot chicks has me… well… it has me hard as granite,” Brian responded.
“Really?” asked Fluttershy as her eyes lit up. She leaned in extremely close and whispered in Brian's ear, “Can you jack off using one of my socks until you cum on it?”
“I, uh, you mean, um, now?” he asked with a heavy blush.
“Oh, no. I'll let you wait until you've gotten naked from losing,” Fluttershy replied, rubbing his left thigh.
“Thank you so much,” he said as his cock strained against his shorts.
Smallfoot blushed harshly, overhearing their conversation.
“So, is Brian…” Smallfoot droned, “Fluttershy’s… boyfriend?”
“No,” Fluttershy answered softly, “at least, not right now anyway.”
“I, um, took her and her friends home after their prom night,” Brian said as he tried hard not to focus on Fluttershy's cleavage. “She was a little drunk and-”
“And she showed him her temporary tattoos on her tits as we were getting into his cab,” Sunset chimed in as Brian’s face turned a dark crimson. “Did you re-draw your tattoos, by the way?”
Fluttershy didn't say anything. Instead, she unclipped the front clasp of her bra allowing her assets to hang free momentarily. Just like seven weeks prior, there was a drawing on one breast of Sunset and Twilight on the other.
“Ooo! Ooo! Show everybody how they kiss!” Pinkie squealed from the couch.
Without hesitation, Fluttershy released her bra and squeezed her 36DD breasts together, effectively causing the lips of the two drawn characters to touch. Midnight and Smallfoot’s eyes were both glued to Fluttershy’s chest as she squeezed her tits together.
“Oh wow…” Smallfoot whispered as she began to blush. “That’s hot.”
Midnight, however, began feeling a little more than a blush while looking at Fluttershy. Midnight bit her lip as she felt her nether regions beginning to tingle as Fluttershy continued to press and release her melons together.
“Midnight? Are you okay?” Pinkie asked, still looking over the couch.
“Mmhmm,” she lied, nodding. Her lip was beginning to get sore from the pressure of her teeth biting down.
“Okey-dokey-lokey!” Pinkie replied, grinning as she always did.
“Hey, Pinkie,” Applejack asked as her fighter rammed a dildo down Rainbow Dash’s fighter’s throat, “Y’all still got plans for a certain teenage game with an adult ‘twist’?”
Pinkie pulled a cupcake out of her hair as she tried thinking about what the farmer was referring to. “Oh, yeah! When do you wanna play?”
“Can we finish playing poker first?” asked Fluttershy. “There’s something I just have to see.”
“Okay,” Pinkie replied before turning her attention specifically toward Midnight. “Can I ask you a question, Midnight?”
Midnight only nodded.
“Are your boobs in the same place as ours or are they someplace else? I'm just wondering because you're not from around here and were not from where you're from and I'm just curious because I never saw anybody from another country naked because there's not that many people from other countries that… mmmph.” Pinkie was abruptly cut off by a blue, muscular hand before her rambling got too far out of hand.
“Pinkie stop a moment and take a look at her chest,” Rainbow said before uncovering her friend’s mouth. “Yeah she's from another country but she's still a human.”
Pinkie blinked once, popped the last of her cupcake in her mouth, blinked again and finally responded to Dash. “Oh yeah. I'm so silly. What was I even thinking?”
Everyone else chuckled at Pinkie’s goofiness. By then, Rarity had returned from changing into her nightgown and made a gesture to Pinkie that left everyone else confused.
“Well, anyways, um… sooo…” Smallfoot stammered. “...are you going to, you know, tell us what the, ahem, surprise is now?”
Rarity let out a slight giggle before Pinkie answered, “Not yet, silly. You guys have to finish your card game first.”
Rarity began making preparations for the group game that everyone was going to be playing. As she walked in front of the television to keep from disrupting the card game, Rainbow Dash noticed the items in Rarity’s possession.
“FUCK NO, PINKIE!” she yelled. “I AM NOT DOING THAT SHIT AGAIN!”
“Relax, Dashie. There’s no way what happened at Sunset’s First Dildo Party will happen again,” Pinkie assured her enraged friend.
Rainbow narrowed her eyes. “You are personally going to guarantee that I'm not going to get paired up with Rarity again?”
“That’s Mistress Rarity to you, Rainbow Dash!” Rarity snapped from across the room. The statement didn't go without notice by two of the guests either. Smallfoot and Midnight snapped their heads toward her direction as the eyes of both girls lit up.
“Did she say ‘Mistress’?” Midnight whispered to Smallfoot.
“I… I think she did,” Smallfoot whispered back they both turned their heads.
“So do you think…” Midnight began as her and Smallfoot’s eyes made contact.
“...Rarity is into BDSM?” finished Smallfoot as a huge grin appeared on both of their faces.
“Oh, trust me, she is!” Rainbow interrupted.
“Really? That’s awesome!” Smallfoot and Midnight responded in unison.
“Oh, you two like that?” Rarity asked them; to which their response was a slack-jawed nod of the head. “Well, then… maybe something should be done about that later.”
“Don't change the subject, Rarity. You didn't answer my question, Pinkie,” Rainbow grumbled. “Are you going to guarantee that I'm not going to get paired with Rarity again?”
A mischievous look came over Pinkie’s face as she replied to Dash. “Did you bring or wear a bra tonight?”
“No. I never do. You know that,” Rainbow argued.
“Well then, you’ll just have to use your shirt-”
“Hold on, Pinkie,” Rarity interjected. “Rainbow Dash, in anticipation of your refusal to wear or even bring a brassiere, I made you a brand new sports bra from the measurements I took when I made you that bikini a few weeks ago.”
Rainbow blinked in disbelief. “Really? are you serious?”
Rarity waved a finger. “I never joke about fashion. Here let me show you.” Rarity reached into the book bag she was holding and pulled out a bright blue sports bra with red elastic trim and a mirrored image of her “cutie mark” on each breast. “Well, what do you think?”
Rainbow stared at the undergarment as Rarity turned it from one side to the other. “It's... nice.”
“Glad you like it. It's all yours after the party,” Rarity said with a mischievous smile.
“Okay, so I'm entered into the game…”
“Read ‘em and weep, girls,” Sunset shouted happily. “...And guy. Sorry, Brian.”
“It's all good,” he replied as the bulge in his underwear was becoming more prominent than ever.
“...Anyway. So what, Brian gets to sit the game out since he obviously doesn't wear a bra,” Rainbow asked, gesturing toward the only male in the house.
“Nope! Got that covered,” said Pinkie as Rarity tossed the book bag to her. She looked in the bag, reached in and grabbed a heather gray, front-close bra with black and dark gray spots on the cups. “Maud let me borrow one of her bras so that Brian could play.”
“Hold the phone!” Applejack interjected. “Maud let y'all borrow one of her boulder holders?” she asked skeptically.
“Well, I kinda borrowed it when I unloaded the dryer yesterday,” she answered with a nervous chuckle.
“You stole your sister’s bra?” Midnight asked as everyone filled the room with laughter.
“Yep, yep!” Pinkie answered. The ensuing laughter definitely helped change the momentary downturn in the overall mood of the party.
After everyone had settled down, the poker game resumed and Applejack and Rainbow went back to their game. About five minutes or so later, the poker game finished with Midnight Rainbow smiling from her win, while Smallfoot slowly and seductively peeled her black, lace thong off. Her cheeks went red and, after noticing Rarity looking at her, returned Rarity’s trademark wink with one of her own, albeit slightly more seductive.
“Alrighty then! Everyone’s bras in the bag before you finish getting dressed!” Pinkie said excitedly as she began passing the neon pink book bag around the room. Once the bag had worked its way back to Pinkie’s possession, she laid down the rules. “What’s going to happen is, I'm gonna pull out two bras from the bag and whoever they belong to, those two go in the closet for some quiet time together. You can do whatever you want in the closet but you gotta be covered when the door is opened. After that, each person pulls a bra out when they come out of the closet. Any questions?”
“This is basically ‘Seven Minutes In Heaven’, isn't it?” asked Brian.
“Yep but this one uses bras to decide who goes in together,” Pinkie explained.
“It's actually a pretty good spin on the game,” Twilight said. “It’s based on a luck of the draw so no one is singled out over and over again.”
Rainbow began scowling as memories of the last time slowly surfaced…
"Hey!" Rainbow Dash hollered suddenly. "What... mmphh... phives?"
"I... need... more," Rarity said carnally as she helped her closet partner onto the couch.  
"Phan't phwe pho phomewhere phrivate?" Dash tried saying which caused Rarity to slap her ass, hard.  
"HEY! No talking," Rarity told her as she slapped her ass a second time.
"Sunset?" Rarity asked as she continued to redden Rainbow's rear end. "Since you're taking a break to get comfortable, will you get the purple bag out of my red suitcase and bring it here?"
Rarity was more than willing to show its contents: a bright red ball gag, bullwhip and a strapon with a thick rubber cock. Rainbow's eyes grew wide with fear as she stared at Rarity pulling on the massive dong after she had replaced Rainbow’s shirt with the ball gag.
“Hey, Dash! Dash!” Applejack’s voice rang out. “Dash…”
“...you okay?”
Rainbow shook her head. “Huh? Oh yeah… just… never mind. Let's do this.”
“Okey-dokey. Our first two contestants are…” Pinkie pulled out the first bra. “Ooo! It’s me! And I'm going in with…” She pulled out the second bra. “Twilight!” The two girls headed into the closet to start the game off.
“Sunset, are you okay with your fiancé being locked in a closet with another woman?” Smallfoot asked.
Rarity cleared her throat, catching Smallfoot’s attention. Smallfoot turned her gaze toward Rarity who was tapping her hand with a riding crop and slowly shaking her head in disapproval. “We don't question others’ relationships in our little group, darling.”
Midnight giggled and nudged Smallfoot. “Looks like you're being bad.”
Smallfoot just grinned.
“You’ll taste sweeter this way,” Pinkie said from the closet. “Sunny bunny will definitely agree.”
“It sounds like they're starting off at full speed,” Applejack said.
“I'll say,” added Brian as his throbbing member continued to twitch in his boxers. “It sounds like some kinky porno.”
“Time’s up!” Sunset hollered.
The closet door opened to find Pinkie holding a pair of cupcakes against Twilight’s bare boobs.
“What?” Pinkie and Twilight both asked in unison as everyone else started at them. “We’re both covered,” Pinkie said with a grin.
“And the frosting from the cupcakes is pretty sweet,” Twilight said as she licked her fingers.
“Wow…” Smallfoot, Brian, and Midnight all blushed, watching the display before them.
“Y’all okay over there?” Applejack said as she noticed the expressions on the guests’ faces. “Yer all looking redder than apple on harvest day.”
Smallfoot, Midnight and Brian looked at each other. “W-W-We’re… we’re fine,” Smallfoot stuttered after a moment.
Meanwhile, Pinkie reached down and pulled out a white and yellow checkered bra from the bag after which Twilight removed a baby blue bra.
Fluttershy got up, gave Brian a kiss on the cheek and made her way to the closet. “Are you coming, Applejack?”
“Sure thing,” Applejack said as she grabbed her socks out of her boots.
Fluttershy’s eyes lit up at the scent of AJ’s tube socks. “What are you going to do with those?” she asked as the closet door closed.
“Is there something about Fluttershy I should know about?” Brian asked cautiously.
“Yeah… did you wash your feet at all today?” Sunset asked with a grin.
Brian raised an eyebrow in confusion. “No… why?”
“Oh, no reason,” Sunset replied with a mischievous smirk.
During the brief interaction, Pinkie swabbed some more cupcake frosting on Twilight’s pert, A-cup boobs. “How much more frosting do you want on here, Sunny?” Twilight asked as Pinkie pulled another cupcake out of her hair and continued covering Twilight’s front with the sweet confection.
“A little bit more,” said Sunset, “but not too much. I'd like to borrow one of your cans of Reddi-Whip later, Pinkie Pie.”
“I understand,” Pinkie said, winking.
“Yo, time’s up,” Rainbow called toward the closet.
The closet opened with Fluttershy wearing Applejack’s hat and Applejack’s hands tied behind her back with her own tube socks. Both were barely covered as Fluttershy’s pants were around her ankles and both her top and Applejack’s onesie were undone so that the valleys between their tits were completely visible.
Brian’s eyes were glued to the sight before him. Resist the urge. Resist the urge. Resist the urge, he thought repeatedly as his hand slowly crept toward his boxers.
The next two bras were pulled from the bag both belonged to the two guest females. Midnight and Smallfoot pushed themselves off the floor and headed toward the closet. As they passed by Rarity, Midnight was stopped momentarily to receive a pair of handcuffs. When the closet door closed, Smallfoot gave a small grin when she caught a glimpse of the silver cuffs. “This is going to be fun… you don’t by any chance have bondage tape or a ball gag?”
“We’re only going to be in here for a few minutes,” Midnight whispered as she attached the cuffs to Smallfoot, “not enough time to get off, just to get going.”
“Awww…” Smallfoot whined. “I was hoping my… ‘mistress’ would see me like that,” she replied, blushing harshly.
“Who said I was taking the cuffs off when the time was up?” Midnight said, pulling her nightie over her head. “Now get to work. My nipples aren't hard for nothing.”
“Oh! Right!” Smallfoot stammered. “But quick request... “ She held some duct tape up. “Mind gagging me?” Her face was a tomato by this point.
Midnight thought a moment. “I've got a better idea.” She pushed Smallfoot against the wall, reached down and pulled off her shorts. Midnight, holding Smallfoot’s shorts in her hands, forced the smaller girl down and stuffed her shorts into her mouth.
“Mmm…” Smallfoot moaned, feeling her silk pajama shorts being shoved into her mouth.
“No sounds!” Midnight hissed, smacking Smallfoot on her ass. “Understood?” The nodding of Smallfoot’s head was nearly impossible to see in the small, dark space but nonetheless, Midnight was able to see the acknowledging motion. “Good.”
A sadistic smile spread across Midnight’s face as she pulled Smallfoot’s bound hands toward her chest. “That’s right. Feel my hard, mmm, yes…” Midnight let out a slight moan. “Do you want some pleasure?”
Smallfoot nodded slowly.
Midnight began running her hands under Smallfoot’s shirt, pausing to tug on her nipples. Smallfoot let out a soft moan. Midnight swiftly pulled her right hand out from under Smallfoot’s shirt and harshly smacked her on the ass. “Bad. What will your mistress think if she hears that you won't listen?”
Those words began getting Smallfoot’s pussy working. She felt her panties slightly dampen as the thoughts of what might happen began filling her mind. Oh, god. Maybe she’s got some tape… and… and… oh, and maybe a strap-on that I can…
“TIME’S UP!”
Noooo! Smallfoot screamed internally. The door opened up, revealing Smallfoot as being gagged and cuffed. As she looked at the faces of some of the other girls, she felt the flow of her pussy juices begin flowing harder.
However, not everyone was paying attention to the pair exiting the closet. Fluttershy had begun stroking Brian’s cock as Twilight watched on in fascination.
“Enjoying the show, babe?” Sunset asked her fiancé as she wiped a dollop of frosting off her nipple.
“Huh? Yeah, it's just that... as many books I've read and videos I've seen regarding sexual intercourse and reproduction, seeing a penis actually becoming erect and leaking precum is… what's the word… fascinating?”
“Seriously, Twi?” Sunset giggled playfully. “If you were that curious about it, you could have just turned on some porn to watch the whole process.”
“But it wouldn't be the same experience, though. I wouldn't be able to touch it or even study it in person,” Twilight explained as Sunset wiped another dollop of frosting off of her.
Brian, who was blushing severely at this point, nervously asked Twilight, “W-w-would you like t-to, umm, st-stroke my cock?” His face became strained as he desperately tried holding back his climax.
Twilight looked at Sunset, who nodded in approval. She anxiously reached out and wrapped her hand around the warm, stiff piece of man-meat. “It’s… hotter than I expected.” She slowly slid her hand up the six-inch rod, not realizing that the motion was pushing Brian closer to the edge.
“Y’all doing okay there, Brian?” Applejack asked as she saw the contorted expression on his face.
I’m being fondled by the valedictorian of this year’s graduating class, who is wearing nothing but a thong, he thought. “Yeah. I'm fine, Applejack. Just enjoying the attention.”
“Brian, is it okay if I take a closer look?” Twilight asked nervously.
“S-sure.”
Twilight bent over to more closely study the hard, twitching cock that by now was oozing precum. While she rubbed his dick slowly, her attention was drawn to something else that belonged to the young man. “Are your testicles always this big?” she asked innocently.
“N-n-not usually,” he stammered. His breathing began to become more ragged with each passing second as his nutsack was getting fondled by Twilight. “Oh… oh… oh m-my god…” Brian couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final grunt, he shot four huge ropes of cum all over Twilight’s face.
“Ewww! Gross!” Twilight screamed. “Get this off of me! Somebody, please get a towel or tissue!”
Rarity, realizing an opportunity to begin “training” Smallfoot, immediately sprung into the mix. She pulled Smallfoot’s shorts from her mouth and cracked her on the ass with the rider’s crop. “Smallfoot, be a good slut for your mistress and clean off poor Twilight,” she demanded.
The handcuffed young woman reached for her shorts so that she could clean up their friend. Before she got to Twilight, however, she was stopped by Rarity.
“Uh, uh, uh. You are my little slut. As such, I order you to clean Twilight off with your tongue,” Rarity ordered. “Do not swallow any of his cum. Once Twilight’s face is clean, you are to return to my side and feed me that delicious protein snack. Understood?”
“Yes.”
Rarity smacked Smallfoot hard on the ass again. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, mistress Rarity,” Smallfoot replied meekly.
Rarity grinned. “Good girl…”
Yuck, Smallfoot thought as she licked Twilight’s face. I hate the taste of cum. And of course, Brian would have to shoot a gigantic load on Twilight. Smallfoot paused after a minute to keep from gagging on the contents in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Twilight was beginning to feel weird as Smallfoot continued to lick her face. Sunset and Fluttershy had both licked every inch of her body below her neckline, but she never had her face licked. However, in a way, she was starting to enjoy it for some odd reason. “Sunny?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Can I make a request for when we get home?”
“Sure. Whatcha want?”
“Can you lick my face clean every now and then?”
Sunset blinked in astonishment at the request. “Um, can I ask why?”
Twilight paused as Smallfoot licked her lips. Before she could say anything, another order came from Rarity, “Smallfoot, do be a good slave and come here.”
Smallfoot nodded and stood up to make her way toward her Rarity but was immediately stopped.
“Uh, uh. On your hands and knees,” Rarity said.
The others all watched as Smallfoot crawled like a dog toward her mistress; cum slowly dripping from the corners of her mouth. Midnight had removed her panties and begun frigging herself at the sight of their interaction. Fluttershy had returned to jacking Brian off, returning him to his rigid, aroused state. Applejack had her face buried in Rainbow’s muff while the athlete pulled on her nipples, eliciting loud moans of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Smallfoot meekly looked at her girlfriend as she laid down on the floor. “Now be a mother bird and spit that warm, delicious cum into my mouth,” Rarity said with a ravenous smirk.
Smallfoot then hovered above Rarity and let the thick, white substance to flow from her mouth. Thank god, thought Smallfoot as her mouth was finally emptied of Brian’s jizz. This is the last time I ever lick cum off of anyone, no matter what.
Rarity smacked her lips as she swallowed the cum that was fed to her. “Mmmm. That was good,” Rarity said as she wiped a stray drop of cum off her cheek. “You were a very good slave. For that, I’ll let you have something.” She sat up, reached into her bag and pulled out a bright red ball gag. “Would you like this?”
Smallfoot nodded. “Yes, Rarity.” The sound of leather slapping skin filled the room, along with a slight yelp from Smallfoot. “Sorry, mistress. May I still have the gag?”
Rarity looked the smaller girl over and reached into her goodie bag. She pulled out a studded collar and attached it to Smallfoot’s neck. She then pulled out a leather dog leash and clipped it to the collar. “Do you deserve the ball gag, bitch?” Rarity asked condescendingly.
“No, mistress,” Smallfoot whimpered.
Rarity forced Smallfoot on her ass and then pulled her panties off. “Now, bend over and show everyone what kind of whore you are.”
Brian, who was getting head from Fluttershy, glued his eyes to the snatch presented to the group and began the process of holding back his climax. He closed his eyes took some deep breaths and focused on the sensation from the warm mouth of one of the shyest people around. The bobbing of her head as she simultaneously stroked the firm shaft sent waves of pleasure through his body.
Obscene sloshing noises came from Midnight’s cunt as she had three of her fingers continuing to work it. She had already gotten off once at the sight of Rarity dominating Smallfoot and she was close to a second climax. I wonder if there’s some way I could combine Pinkie’s food fetish with BDSM, she thought as she pulled her nightie up so that the bottom of the garment rested on top of her C cup breasts.
Pinkie, meanwhile, had slipped off to a secret pantry in the kitchen to retrieve a few supplies for the rest of the night. “Oooo, Midnight is gonna love this. I know she’s not really into food but edible handcuffs…” Pinkie thought out loud.
Rainbow and Applejack had stripped each other naked and were moving to a more open space in the room to get into a 69 position. “Who… who’s turn is it to be on… top?” Rainbow asked between kisses.
“Ah really don't care,” Applejack replied with a carnal tone in her voice. “Ah just want that sweet rainbow treasure.”
Twilight tossed Fluttershy's shirt back to her after wiping the last remnants of cum from her face that Smallfoot missed. “Sunny, are you thinking-”
“Guest bathroom, five minutes,” Sunset interrupted quickly.

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              Pinkie Pie and Midnight Rainbow              
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Pinkie Pie and Midnight Rainbow
Pinkie Pie -- with her arms full of candy, strawberry syrup, and Reddi-Whip -- stumbled down the hallway toward her bedroom as Midnight dragged her by her nightie. Pinkie’s snatch was dripping wet from watching her friends engaging in foreplay during what was supposed to be a “naughty” game of Seven Minutes of Heaven.
“Pinkie, I want to thank you for inviting me, ” said Midnight in a sultry tone, “not just verbally, but also physically.”
The girls entered the bedroom, Pinkie set the contents of her hands on the nightstand and had Midnight lock the bedroom door. “Oooo, that sounds like fun,” Pinkie replied.
Midnight seductively ran her hand through her curly pink, purple, yellow and orange hair. “It will be.” She pulled Pinkie in close and pressed her lips against the pink-haired girl. Pinkie pushed back using her tongue to part their lips. They remained that way, rapidly breathing through their noses while fondling each other’s tits. “You taste like strawberries, Pinkie Pie,” Midnight whispered as their lips broke contact.
“Yeah, I eat a lot of strawberry frosted cupcakes,” Pinkie said with a giggle.
“Really? Is there anything else that tastes like strawberries?” Midnight asked, running her hands up Pinkie’s nightie.
Pinkie reached into the pile of goodies on the nightstand and pulled something that resembled a pair of handcuffs from it. She dangled it from one of her index fingers and with a devious smile, said, “Help me put these on and you can find out.”
Upon taking the object from Pinkie, Midnight realized it was a pair of handcuffs made from gummy candy. She stretched each opening enough for Pinkie to slide her hands through before pushing the party host onto her own bed. She then started looking through the pile of sweets on the nightstand and found some ropes of taffy; each measuring approximately three feet long. This could be interesting, Midnight thought as she bound Pinkie’s cuffed wrists to the headboard.
“How are you going to take my nightie off with me tied up?” Pinkie asked as Midnight removed her own.
Midnight spanked Pinkie on the side of ass cheek. “Hey! From now on you will call me Master.” Midnight smacked Pinkie’s ass a second time. “Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
Midnight slid Pinkie’s nightie up slowly, pausing every inch or two to lick her stomach. “Mmmm, delicious.”
Each time Pinkie got licked, a jolt of euphoria shot through her body. “Oooo, I like that,” she giggled. “Oh, I mean, I like that, Master,” she quickly corrected.
“Mmmm, very good,” Midnight praised. “Now… your turn.” She moved so that her crotch was above Pinkie’s face.
“That looks yummy, Master!” Pinkie exclaimed as Midnight slowly lowered her dripping snatch onto Pinkie’s mouth.
Midnight began to moan softly as Pinkie’s tongue probed her love canal. “That's the good slave that I heard about.” She began to slowly bounce on Pinkie's face while her pussy was being penetrated. “Oh, fuck yes! You are so talented with your tongue.”
Pinkie continued to lick the dripping snatch of the Thestrian-born[1] girl, causing her to howl in pleasure. She started to flick her tongue side-to-side across Midnight's clitoris. “Does this please my master?” she asked during a brief pause.
“Oh yes,” Midnight moaned. “You're the best bitch I've had to please me since I moved here.” She reached back and slapped the side of Pinkie's ass. “Suck it. Suck it hard.”
“Yef, Mafter,” Pinkie said before sucking gently on Midnight's engorged clit.
Midnight slapped the side of Pinkie's ass again. “I said suck it hard, whore,” she shouted.
Pinkie silently obeyed her master and sucked harder on her clit. Midnight felt her toes begin to curl as the impending orgasm made its way through her body. Her body stopped bouncing as she leaned forward to hold the headboard for support.
“Я кончаю!”[2] Midnight shouted as her fluids flowed from her pussy. Pinkie’s face became soaked with Midnight’s cum as she fell forward against the wall.
“Mmmm. You taste yummy, Mistress,” Pinkie said with delight as she licked her lips.
“You... better believe it,” Midnight panted. “Now… I’m gonna untie you… then we’re gonna have some fun. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Pinkie answered.
Midnight grabbed a bottle of strawberry ice cream syrup and popped open the lid. She turned it upside down and allowed a single drop to fall on each of Pinkie’s nipples. Pinkie shuddered slightly as the sticky liquid left a thin coating over her sensitive teat.
“Oh, Mistress…” Pinkie moaned as some of her fluids began to leak from her already aroused womanhood.
“You like that?”
“Mhmm…”
Midnight turned the bottle upside down again and drew a thin line from between Pinkie’s tits, down her chest, over her belly button and stopped at her clit. “I bet you love this. All the candy and sweets being used to get you off.”
“Ungh, yes… Mistress,” Pinkie sputtered as her breath started to become ragged. “M-may I have more?”
Midnight closed the bottle of syrup and grabbed the can of Reddi-Whip. After giving it a few shakes, she sprayed some of the whipped cream around the party girl’s nipples, covering the areola on both tits. A devious smile appeared on her face as she then turned the can toward herself and covered both of her breasts entirely with the dairy dessert.
“Say… how would you like to cum, my little party whore?” Midnight asked as she added some Reddi-Whip to Pinkie’s clit.
“I would love t-to cum, Mistress,” Pinkie begged.
“Hmmm, I think I can allow that… but first you need to clean this mess that I ‘accidentally’ made on my tits,” Midnight ordered.
“My pleasure, Mistress,” said Pinkie, licking her lips.
The two traded places on the bed so that Midnight was laying down and Pinkie was sitting up. Pinkie leaned down and began to slowly lick the whipped cream off of Midnight's firm breasts. The methodical approach by Pinkie had Midnight shutting her eyes tight to fully enjoy the sensations flowing through her body. Pinkie, noticing her master’s enjoyment, slowly snaked her hand over Midnight's pubic mound and inserted two fingers into the already juicy cunt.
“Yes, Pinkie!” Midnight shouted. “Give it to me! Now! I command you to… to make me…” Before she could finish her sentence another river of pussy fluids rushed from her insides, coating Pinkie’s hand. “I… I want your… hand,” Midnight said as she caught her breath. “Allow me to taste myself. Then I will give you what you deserve.”
Pinkie paused, looked at her hand, then slowly lowered her hand so it could be licked clean. However, before Pinkie could insert the first of her fingers into Midnight's mouth, the dominant partner leaned up and hungrily sucked on each of the pink fingers.
“Hehe. That tickles, Mistress,” Pinkie giggled in anticipation of her turn to finally get off.
“Now… on your back, slut,” Midnight commanded. As the two girls switched positions once again, Midnight grabbed Pinkie by her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Let's see if you taste any sweeter with all this syrup on you.”
Midnight began licking the syrup off of Pinkie, starting from her navel and moved toward her tits. Pinkie moaned loudly as the moisture from Midnight's tongue caused a tingling sensation from the breeze from the ceiling fan.
“Master, this is just… wowza! Oh, that feels… mmm… p-please clean my nipplie-nips,” Pinkie cried in pleasure.”Ooo… yes, Master Midnight!”
Midnight retraced her previous motion by dragging the underside of her tongue along Pinkie’s skin. Pinkie continued to shutter as she did her best hold back her climax. As one last act of torment, Midnight stopped just above Pinkie’s clit, grabbed the strawberry syrup and squeezed a generous amount of the sticky liquid onto Pinkie’s inner thighs.
Pinkie squealed in delight as Midnight eagerly lapped up the syrup that was mixing with the juices exiting Pinkie’s cunt. Midnight inserted her tongue into the sweet, pink taco which elicited a squeal so high-pitched that it could break glass.
“Are you trying to wake everyone up?” Midnight hissed.
Pinkie bit her lip and shook her head.
“Good. Now keep it down, bitch,” Midnight growled before continuing her work on Pinkie's snatch.
Midnight began rubbing Pinkie’s clit as she probed the inside of her love canal. She finally found the g-spot and as a result, Pinkie began having convulsions.
“I… OH FUCK!!! Keep g-going… I'm gonna… I’m c-cum… I'm cumming… Mi-Midnight… FUCK YES!!! I WANT IT…” Pinkie shouted as the impending climax continued to build. “Ooo… Shit this… I-I h-hope you're r-ready…” With a firm thrust of her hips, Pinkie squirted her vaginal fluids all over Midnight's face.
“Holy shit,” Midnight said as she sat up. “Are you a squirter, Pinkie?”
“Not… not normally. I mean, I've done it... a few times before… but never that strong,” Pinkie gasped.
“Well,” Midnight began as she wiped her face with her fingers, “I’m glad I could help.” Midnight looked at the bed and floor. “This is going to take a while to clean up.”
“Nah. I’ll just change the sheets and then we can take a shower so the bed won't get nasty,” Pinkie said, smiling as she unsteadily stood up and headed to the linen closet.
“Sounds good,” Midnight said as she followed Pinkie out of the bedroom.
Author's Note
[1]Thestria is a fictional part of Russia in this AU.
[2]"Я кончаю!" is Russian for "I'm cumming!"

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                Applejack and Rainbow Dash                 
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Applejack and Rainbow Dash
"No way!" said Rainbow Dash firmly as she momentarily lifted her head from Applejack‘s muff. "Rarity put me through that shit three months ago. I‘m gonna not put you through that same hell that I went through at the ‘Congratulations For Getting Your First Dildo Party‘ that Pinkie threw for Sunset."
"Now that ain‘t fair, Dashie," complained Applejack. "Ah saved three day‘s worth o‘ mah filthy drawers fer ya ta git off with. Th‘ least ya could do is tie mah han‘s up an‘ slap mah ass ‘til Ah cain‘t sit. B‘sides it ain‘t fer real."
Rainbow Dash climbed off of Applejack, and stared into her eyes. "You‘re serious about this, aren‘t you?"
"Yeah Ah‘m fuckin‘ serious ‘cause Ah‘m hornier than a mare in heat and need tah cum hard enough that Ah turn tah jelly," Applejack insisted.
Rainbow Dash paused for a moment in an attempt to come up with another excuse. "So what the fuck am I supposed to use to tie you up?"
"Ask Rarity if-"
"Fuck that! I ain‘t gonna get anywhere near her when she‘s got that goddamn bag out."
With her patience wearing thin and her loins on fire, Applejack suggested, "Get one of mah panties an‘ use them ta tie mah hands up. Thataway ya can be smellin‘ ‘em when ya decide ta eat mah cooter."
"Well…I guess that could work."
"A‘ight then it‘s settled," Applejack said with a smile. "Now let‘s get this here party goin‘!"
Rainbow Dash tried to draw from her past experience with BDSM, using the commands, language, and actions that Rarity had used on her. Easier said than done.
"Uh, Applejack, from now on you will address me as, um, master?" Rainbow Dash said without any confidence in her tone.
Applejack sat on the floor with an annoyed look on her face. "Seriously?"
"Gimme a break, AJ. I‘ve never done this kinda thing before."
"Well, shit," said Applejack as she began to finger herself. "Looks like Ah‘m havin‘ a solo night."
Suddenly it hit Rainbow Dash. ‘I got my ass slapped by Rarity every time I talked without her permission,‘ she thought.
"Mmmm. That‘s what Ah-"
A loud sound of skin on skin suddenly echoed throughout the room, which was followed by a yelp of pain from Applejack.
"Hey! Did I say you could, um, touch yourself?" shouted Rainbow Dash as her confidence as a dominatrix began to grow.
"W-what?"
"I said, did I say you could touch yourself…" Rainbow Dash paused, unsure of what word to use to finish the command. "…Bitch," she decided on.
"Uhhh, no. Why?"
As much as she despised her prior experience of repeatedly being brought to the edge of climaxing and then having that climax denied for eight hours, Rainbow Dash began to draw from it. "No, what?"
"Uh, no…mistress?"
"Say it like you mean it, you fucking bitch."
"No mistress. Y‘all didn‘t give me permission tah touch mahself."
Rainbow Dash slapped AJ‘s other ass cheek just as hard as the first one. "What do you think I should do to you?"
"Whatev‘r mah mistress feels is right."
‘Fuck!‘ thought Rainbow Dash. ‘Come on, come on, think fast.‘ Suddenly a random idea entered her head. "Crawl on all fours like the bitch you are, over to Rarity and beg her to borrow a few toys from her bag. Tell her your master sent you and that you‘ll be beaten if you don‘t return with something."
"Ah understand, mistress."
Rainbow Dash added, "And you better find a way to bring everything back in one trip or you‘ll be sorry."
"Yes, mistress. Ah wish ta ask mah mistress a question, please."
"What do you want, bitch?"
"May Ah take mah hat ta bring ev‘rything back with me?"
"As long as you carry it in your teeth both ways, then yes," said Rainbow Dash before thinking, ‘This is kinda fun. It definitely does not turn me on but AJ seems to like it.‘
"Thank ya, Da-, Ah mean, mistress Rainbow," said Applejack before crawling on her hands and knees to retrieve her hat before heading toward where Rarity and Smallfoot were at.
While Applejack was away getting some toys from Rarity, Rainbow Dash went to retrieve the panty collection from Applejack‘s backpack. She held a pair to her nose, took a long whiff, savored the scent, let out a lust-filled breath, and then returned with the panties to the spot where the two women had gotten begun to get busy fifteen minutes earlier.
"Oh, Rainbow Dash!" sang Rarity from the other side of the sofa.
"What?" Rainbow asked, slightly annoyed.
"Oh, nothing too important."
"Then why are you interrupting me while I‘m friggin‘ myself until my bitch gets back to satisfy me?"
Rainbow Dash heard a small titter from Rarity.
"Rarity, what did you do?"
"Do you remember a certain remote-controlled bullet?"
Rainbow shuddered at the memory of her prior encounter. "Y-yeah. Why?"
Another giggle. "Use it well on that whore you‘re training." After a brief pause Rarity added, "By the way, there‘s fresh batteries in both the bullet and the remote."
A devious smile appeared on Rainbow Dash‘s face when Applejack finally returned. "That‘s my good bitch," she said as she sorted though the toys. She found an item particularly fitting among the haul. "Would my bitch like a dog collar?"
Applejack nodded her head.
Thwack!
Rainbow Dash had slapped Applejack on the ass with a leather leash. "Answer me with words."
"Yes, mistress. Ah‘d like that collar very much."
Rainbow Dash put the collar around Applejack‘s neck and clipped the leash to it. "Now you really look like a bitch. Since female dogs like to lick things, get over here and lick my snatch."
Applejack didn‘t budge. She wanted the punishment that was going to come and the turn-on she‘d receive from it.
Rainbow Dash slapped Applejack hard with the free end of the leash twice before jerking her closer with it. "I said to come here. Now do it."
Applejack stared up at Rainbow Dash momentarily before slowly lowering her face toward the rainbow-colored landing strip.
"Do it," commandedd Rainbow Dash.
Without anymore hesitation, Applejack thrust her tongue inside of Rainbow Dash‘s moist pussy, causing the latter to take a sudden deep breath. Rainbow Dash flung her head back, with moans of pleasure flowing from her partially opened lips.
"Get your fucking tongue back in my…oh shit!" Rainbow Dash shouted seconds before she felt Applejack blow softly over her clit. "Holy fuck was that amazing."
"Is my mistress pleased?"
"No because I told you to eat me out, bitch. Now get back to work."
Thwack! Thwack!
Applejack received a crack on each ass cheek as she returned to licking the pink taco in front of her. She felt her own juices beginning to leak out with each slap.
"Oh god, give it to me. Use your…your fingers," moaned Rainbow Dash. She was now tugging on her nipples with one hand and practically shoving Applejack‘s panties up her nose with the other. "That‘s a g…good slave."
Applejack was now focusing her attention to sucking on Rainbow Dash‘s clit while causing an obscene squishing sound with the rapid pistoning of her fingers inside of Rainbow Dash‘s cunt. Noticing that her partner had her eyes closed to process the pleasure being given to her, Applejack slowly reached for her own pussy. Before she could reach it, however, a voice came from the other end of the den.
"Oh Rainbow Dash!"
"What the…fuck…do you want…now, Rarity?"
"Be sure to pay attention to your slave."
Rainbow Dash snapped her eyes open just in time to catch Applejack beginning to pleasure herself.
"Just what…the…fuck…do you…think…you‘re…doing?" berated Rainbow Dash between breaths as she neared her impending orgasm. "Did I…give…y-you per-permission…t-touch…y-y-yourself?"
"No mistress."
Rainbow Dash was barely holding onto her composure in order to play her part. "Oh fuck," she whispered before raising her tone. "Th-then why…oh shit…are y-you…fing-fingering…your c-cunt…b-b-bitch?"
Applejack knew the timing was perfect. "Ah‘m sorry mistress. Does mah mistress want me ta help ‘er cum?"
"Wha-what do…you…th-think?!" snapped Rainbow Dash.
"Ah think…" Applejack jammed her pinkie and ring fingers into Rainbow Dash‘s asshole, causing the latter to simultaneously cover her partner‘s face in cum while screaming in ecstasy. "…Eeyup."
While panting heavily from her climax, Rainbow Dash pulled Applejack face-to-face using the leash. "That…was a bad…thing you…did. You…are going…to get…the punishment…that you…deserve." Rainbow Dash then pushed her girlfriend away so that she could sift through the rest of the toys.
"Ah understand mistress."
Holding up a pair of handcuffs, Rainbow Dash said, "I know you do. Because after I cuff you, I‘m gonna make your life miserable until you get me to cum at least three more times. Get it?"
Applejack nodded as she replied yes.
Rainbow Dash then cuffed Applejack and shoved a certain silver bullet vibrator into the submissive‘s pussy. She got comfortable on the sofa, grabbed the controller for the vibrator, and ordered with authority, "Get to work."
With wide eyes and her mind regreting coaxing Rainbow Dash to play to her fetish as a submissive, Applejack began eating pussy once again as the vibrator began to buzz inside her.
Author's Note
Sorry for the long wait. This has been the most difficult of all the chapters due to Rainbow‘s disinterest and inexperience with BDSM.
To address a potential plot hole, Rarity keeps more than one of each toy in her bag in case of an impromptu orgy with multiple submissives.