The Recordings of Pinkamena

[log 3]

“I'm going out…” Diane said as she fixed her shirt, wearing a turtleneck with light blue jeans and a black belt paired with a gold strap. “Where to?” Tavia asked.

“To the club up near Canterlot...I need to blow off some steam.” She grabbed the keys and put them in her back pocket.

“If you try any funny shit and try to escape, there’s no point. I'll find you no matter what.” Diane smiled and walked out the door.

She looked up at the bright red and blue sign. “Daybreaker’s Whore’s, huh? Heh, what a name.” Diane walked in, the music blaring loud enough to break the windows.

She could hear a soft and raspy voice yell her name.

“DIANE, DIANE! OVER HERE!” It was Fluttershy, who wore a pink sweater-dress. Diane looked at her and excitedly ran over.

“What’s up, you crazy bitch?!” the mare jokingly said. “Nothing much, how ‘bout you?” Flutter said.

“Killed some time...y’know, the usual~” she said, nudging Flutter. “Anyway, I didn't come here to talk” Diane tilted her head “you said there were some...private shows?”

“Ooh, yeah! Follow me!”

Fluttershy walked her to a red room in the back of the club that was filled with steam. The smell was mesmerizing…the smell feeling- Intense…it was exhilarating to her. She had to stay and find out what was in there. When they walked in, before them were two mares; one white one, and one with a soft peach colored coat. The two mares sat on the floor patiently waiting for their command.

“Well, you can pick first.” Flutter said, leaning on the wall, her arms crossed. “Hm...the white one looks pretty. She looks easy to fuck up, too.” Diane walked over and grabbed the silky white mane of the mare. “Be a good girl and I’ll go easy on you, okay?”

She had a kind smile on her face...but looks can always be deceiving.

“Guess I'm taking this one, then. Let’s go, Angel” Flutter and the peach-colored mare walked out of the room and into the next.

After they walked out, Diane quickly kicked the white mare in the stomach, pinning her down and biting her neck after. The silky mare gasped at her actions “M-mi-” she was suddenly stopped by a punch in her right cheek.

“Did I say you could talk? Huh?” Diane gripped her hair tighter; tight enough to pull the strands out. The white mare blushed, then looked at Diane. An aura of dominance heavily reeking from her figure.

“She...she’sthe one…” the bruised mare thought “I’ve hated every stallion who’s come in here ruthlessly hurting me...but you were the only kind one...” She then snapped out of her trance when she felt a rough slap.

“You hear me, doll?” she said, in a kind voice. The mare nodded. “Good girl. Y’know...you really are pretty...” she gently ran her hand across the white mares cheek “I kind of feel bad doing this to you...just a tad bit.”

Suddenly, an idea sparked in Diane’s head. “Get up on the bed.” she said, in a deep tone. The white mare got up quickly and laid on the bed, her whole body exposed to Diane. Diane crawled up on the bed towering over her, touching her stomach and then trailing up to her neck, kissing her neck and down to her hips. The white mares breath started to become shaky, Diane then opening the mares legs and rubbing her inner thighs. The white mare bucked her legs upwards, making sure to bite her lip so Diane wouldn't hear her whines.

“I didn't even touch you ye-” she was interrupted by the mare's scream “P-please call me by my name!”

Diane looked at her with a smirk “What is it?” she asked. “It's Cream. They call me cr-” Cream was stopped when Diane licked her inner thighs. “gck-” Cream tried not to cry out. Diane looked up at her

“Now call me by mine.”

[end of log 2]

Author's Note

it's the editor again aha-
so, we got a question a little bit ago about how the characters would have hooves, but also have hands, and just to clear it up, they're pretty much like the equestria girl type, except with hooves instead of actual feet.