Author's Note

Written as a request from a patron.
Contains: Pinkie Pie, Thunderlane; anthro; exhibitionism, BDSM aesthetic, sex

Fuckmare Night

Nightmare Night in Ponyville was always a sight to behold. The decorations, the candy, and most of all the costumes. There were silly ones, historical ones, horrifying ones, simple and complex, new and traditional. And then there was Pinkie.

For more than a few years by that point, there had been an ongoing trend with her outfits. An ongoing and worsening trend that was going so far everyone had started taking notice of it, and some were thinking of taking action against it. Her costumes were... Revealing wasn't the right word. Rarity's outfits were revealing, but for all her faults that mare still had some measure. Pinkie's costumes were sexualised, and they were getting worse.

And that year she seemed to have dropped all pretenses and gone for a purely sexual outfit passing as a costume rather than the other way around. If she'd been able to speak, she'd have told anyone asking that she was dressed as a BDSM slave, but the red plastic ball gag in her mouth made that impossible. Not that anyone had any doubt when her would be costume was a set of black leather straps over her body, black latex boots and gloves, and black pasties over her nipples. She wasn't even wearing panties, her nethers only hidden by the way she kept her legs while walking.

She knocked on a door with one of her gloved hands, holding her pumpkin-shaped candy bucket in the other. It opened a moment later. She attempted the traditional Nightmare Night greeting, but it came out muffled and unintelligible through her gag. Then a hand yanked her inside by her arm and closed the door behind her.

"Hey, guys!" Thunderlane called out as he pushed a completely unresistant Pinkie over the couch's backrest. "One of the hookers we ordered is here."

"Sweet!" some other male voice answered from the next room over. "You have a go at her, I'll finish mixing booze."

Thunderlane was already on it before the other had even started saying that. He spread Pinkie's asscheeks and thighs with his hands and leaned down to look at her leaking pussy. "Damn, girl, you were out there like this?" He spanked her ass and dropped his pants, lining up his erection. "Do I need a rubber or are you sorted for tonight?"

Pinkie's response was wrapping her tail around his hips and pulling him in, and he didn't waste a second before begging to thrust in and out of her, grabbing hold of her mane with a hand and resting the other on her hips while he moved his back and forth.

Pinkie moaned into her gag and began to gyrate her backside to accompany the stallion's thrusts. It was about damn time someone got the memo and started using her, she'd really thought it would have happened two Nightmare Nights sooner. Evidently ponies weren't the brightest. At least that one was thick where it mattered, and hopefully his friend was too. Finally she'd get to enjoy Nightmare Night the way she wanted to. Maybe she'd be able to visit some other house too once they were done there.