Fulfilling Pinkie's Dream

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“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Twilight found herself hurtling across a brightly-lit tunnel of light, her mane and tail whipping behind her as she was guided by an unseen force past numerous branching forks in the tunnel. Above her head, she could see the outlines of trees and houses and the sky above as if the earth beneath them had become transparent. She could make out ponies walking around outside on the roads and even inside their houses!

She felt a pulling force, like a giant sea anchor dragging her up and into one of the many smaller portals Twilight noticed connected with the ground level above, surging directly into one of the houses and everything went dark.

The next thing she knew, Twilight felt dirt above her head and the muffled sound of a mare moaning.

Something wasn’t right.

She couldn’t make out what she was standing on, but it felt very firm and decidedly not magical. She’d reached her destination… wherever that was. She felt tiny, insignificant but the sound outside roused her curiosity. She tapped the dirt with her hoof, as if expecting it to reveal a secret passage but nothing happened.

Then she heard it again, the sound of a mare having a very, very good time with another pony. It was nearby, the sound effortlessly reaching through her prison of earth. Despite having no comprehension of what she was experiencing, the magic scholar had enough sense about her to know that outside was where she wanted to be, where the air was fresher and the fevered sounds of coitus promised an explanation to just what in Tartarus was going on.

A hop, skip, and a jump! Twilight could hear Pinkie’s words inside her mind, as if through a pair of tin cans connected by a string and separated by fathomless lightyears of empty space. “That’s it! I just need to jump through it!” Twilight gave the dirt barrier a defiant look and pronked as high as she could, the dirt giving way instantly.

She felt a wave of sex-filled air greet her nose as she breached the surface of the flowerpot, roots and all sitting neatly atop her multi-hued mane. She was inside a pony’s bedroom — a very lucky pony’s bedroom, judging by not just the sounds she heard, but the powerful male she saw!

As her vision cleared further, a shock of vivid red and pink striped spiky mane belonging to a very familiar mare came to the forefront. She was in the throes of passion, eyes faced towards a second-floor window that looked out on Ponyville. Her massive ears stood tall and erect, her flank adorned with a single red rose. It was then Twilight recognized Roseluck, Ponyville’s most eligible bachelorette and renowned stallion aficionado.

Mounted to her back was a very large, very well-endowed teenaged Zebra stallion, his black phallus as thick around as a colt’s leg. His muscular flank was adorned with the cutie mark of a wood-carved statue; that of a Zebrecon fertility god if Twilight had to guess.

His entire body was coated with aromatic sweat, tinged with the pleasant yet still-masculine scent of tea leaves. His sapphire eyes looked steadfastly forward, his hips churning, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into the Earth Pony mare with each thrust as his large seed sacks plapped wetly against her weeping flower.

“Colonize my womb, master! I am your most faithful servant!” Roseluck cried out zealously, her whole body trembling, and stomach bulging with each penetrating motion, the sight of not just that but the flower pony’s trembling ears held rigidly out to the sides of her head instantly restoring her arousal. “I am forever yours!”

“As you wish, my mare of great worth! ‘Tis my offspring alone you shall give birth!” He grunted back, in a couplet that would do Zecora justice.

“Yes, my Zebra master…” Roseluck’s face was flush as her impressive ears then bowed low, in complete submission to be used as breeding stock for a creature most ponies still feared even after Zecora’s appearance in town. Though sorely aroused by the sight, Twilight was also quite troubled — she shouldn’t be seeing this! The things ponies would say! The things Roseluck would say!

Twilight wanted to leave, to never speak of what she’d seen again, even as she felt a swell of both envy and pride for the coquettish Earth Pony. She’d been sooner than almost everypony in town to welcome a strange pony from a faraway land not only into Ponyville but into her most intimate place as a mare!

Thinking of escape, it only then occurred to her to see where she was and gasped, finding her head was in fact sticking out of a flower pot.

A tiny flowerpot she stood zero chance of ever fitting inside.

In the midst of the crowded room, she screamed as she recognized the impossibility of her placement, her voice echoing off the walls and the inside of her own skull.

The two lovers stopped their rigorous pumping and looked over at her in complete shock, the Zebra stallion frozen in mid-thrust. Roseluck’s own look of surprise was replaced by one of cold fury as an angry snort left her lips. “Pinkie Pie sent you, didn’t she?” she deadpanned.

Twilight screamed even louder, the sound drowning out the pop of the Zebra disengaging from Roseluck’s marehood.

“My dear Rose, this Unicorn is surely a spy! For what reason she is here, I can only ask why?” the Zebra asked Roseluck who paid him no attention.

“I don’t know and I don’t care!” Roseluck then got out of bed and stalked over to Twilight, whose voice had failed completely. Trapped, she looked up at Roseluck in a look of sheer terror, all her considerable power and magical arsenal somehow useless before the flower filly’s fury.

“I’m only going to tell you this once, Twilight Sparkle… You. Saw. NOTHING!” Roseluck positioned a hoof over the flowerpot, getting a whimper and a nod back from the trapped Unicorn. “I’ll have words with Pinkie about this tomorrow!” She then pushed Twilight’s head forcefully back down into the pot.

Twilight felt a familiar sinking as the room disintegrated into a whirl of color, an invisible plug being pulled beneath her that drained all of reality into the void once more.

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After another sojourn through the network of underground portals, Twilight awoke on her back, face towards the starry sky. Pinkie hovered about her, an initially concerned look becoming one of her usual cheeriness.

Back so soon?” Pinkie smiled and lifted her friend up onto her back. “So where did I end up sending you to? I hope it wasn’t too boring! There’s nothing worse than finding a blocked tunnel and winding up conking your head on the sofa! I was worried I might send you someplace boring and just sent you where it seemed like things were happening in the best possible way! Give you a really good show! So how was it? Tell me! Tell me!”

“Don’t tell me what I saw was somehow real!” Twilight groaned, rubbing her overstimulated horn, already knowing the answer. “I was in Roseluck’s house. She was… never mind. She didn’t want me to tell anypony what I’d seen and I don’t blame her. I thought she was going to throw me out the window!”

“Ahh, it’s Saturday, isn’t it? Yeah, I can see why she didn’t!” Pinkie giggled into her hoof. “She really doesn’t like it when ponies bring up Zebra Zaturdays to her! They’re not supposed to know about it.”

“Zebra… Zaturdays?” Twilight repeated reluctantly.

“Yep-yep!! She always has Zebras over on Zaturday and Zunday. Weekends are reserved for them! She doesn’t actually call it that, but I add a ‘Z’ because it’s more fun to say that way!”

Twilight stared up at her again, then chuckled, the shock of her experience slowly fading back into a mixture of contentment and utter amazement. “Pinkie, you are the most irresistibly adorable mare I have ever met, but I will never understand why!” She hugged the Earth Pony around her barrel, feeling slightly drunk and unsteady after her sojourn in Pinkie Space. “But I think you’re going to need more than just free cake and balloons to fix your friendship with Roseluck!”

“Twilight, you’re so silly sometimes. But who cares why? All that matters is that you complete me!” She nickered contentedly and nuzzled her friend, still clinging to her neck, delighting in her sugary scent. “And don’t worry about Roseluck. She won’t hold a grudge as long as we don’t share her secret. I do feel sorry for the poor filly, having to hide who she sleeps with...”

“When you put it that way, Pinkie, I mean… I guess it’s ok if I can call you my marefriend, right?” Twilight planted a kiss on Pinkie’s withers.

“Yup-a-rooni!” Pinkie returned the gesture by licking the Unicorn on the cheek. “We can worry about the herding formalities later.”

Drawing strength from her Pink friend’s stability — a thought Twilight never thought she’d ever have! — she dismounted Pinkie’s back and the two shared a kiss. “Thanks for being my rock, Pinkie. Do you still want to test out your new abilities? Or would you rather just finish with having my horn in you again? I rather think we’ve accomplished quite a lot tonight and the notes I’m going to produce will fill at least thirty-five feet of scroll paper! And no offense, but I’m still kind of freaked right now, so maybe we should call it a night and pack up.”

“Well, maybe you’re right. In that case — Oh! Wait…” Pinkie’s tail took on a corkscrew shape and rotated twice. Her ears went completely rogue, flapping like a bat in a circular swimming motion before stopping abruptly. Then her legs began to shift wildly across the surface of the tarp as if she were the sole contestant in a game of Twister and climaxed in spectacular Pinkie fashion with her spinning upside-down like a top on her head, her body morphing into a pink tornado.

“Oh my gosh, Pinkie! What’s happening?” Twilight cried out, barely able to keep the wires from getting tangled in her spinning legs, uncertain and afraid at what consequences one might suffer from interrupting Pinkie at the top of her chaotic form.

“Oooooowowowowowoooow!” Pinkie finally stopped spinning and collapsed in a dew-soaked pile. “Twilight, it’s coming! The Mother of All Happenings is upon us!”

Twilight realized Pinkie was being serious and a surge of adrenaline and lightheadedness went through her. “The mother of all happenings? Pinkie, tell me! What’s coming?”

Crash!