The Ponyville Public-Use Pillory

Getting put in the stocks was tricky for Pinkie Pie. She wasn't a bad pony, so she had to go out of her way to get herself "punished". She didn't understand why anypony thought the stocks were a punishment. It was sex, with her fellow Ponyville-ians, with no holds barred and strings attached! But Twilight only locked ponies in the stocks when they had committed some misdeed, which meant that whenever she needed to scratch her itch for some public-use, Pinkie went on a crime spree.

It was only small things. Licking other ponies' stamp collections, knocking over mailboxes, jaywalking, crank calling, racketeering - victimless crimes. This time, she had stolen a pie from Carrot Top's windowsill. It was a delightfully devilish plan, in Pinkie's opinion. There was just one snag, one terrible eventuality that she hadn't anticipated.

She had been in the stocks for a whole hour, and nobody was fucking her.

"COME ON!!!" Pinkie screamed, startling a pony walking past her to get into Town Hall. "What's a mare got to to to get some action around here?" Ponies tried not to pay attention to Pinkie as she made a scene, enticingly shaking her rump as she pleaded for a good, hard dicking. But she would not be ignored, calling out individual passersby.

Gizmo walked by on his way to the shops.

"Hey, Gizmo! Wanna go a few rounds?"

Rolling Thunder flew overhead.

"Ooh, ooh! Rolling Thunder! Fly on down and fuck your favorite filly!"

Cranky Doodle plodded by on his morning walk. Or, it was more of a morning trudge.

"Hey Cranky, instead of cranking one out, get your tail over here and give your pal Pinkie Pie a proper pussy pounding!"

Cranky muttered, "Darn sex-crazed mares, all hopped up on hormones and alliteration," as he grumpily walked away.

Pinkie sulked, her shoulders slumping as best they could with her hooves trapped in the stocks. "This is a travesty, Gummy," she said to her pet, who was dangling from a lock of her hair that his toothless jaws were clamped on. "I can't believe nopony wants to give my pie some cream filling! Surely somepony can help!"

Pinkie looked at the street corner expectantly. Nothing happened. Pinkie squirmed out of the stocks somehow and pulled out the author's outline of this chapter, rifling through the bullet points. "Let's see -- 'Pinkie gets put in the stocks on purpose' … 'Pinkie gets turned down by Gizmo, Rolling Thunder, and Cranky' … I guess I was too early!"

After squirming back into the stocks, she repeated, "Surely SOMEPONY can help!"

Mr. and Mrs. Cake rounded the corner, going on their morning walk. "Whew, I was worried there for a second," Pinkie admitted to Gummy before calling out to her friends, "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Cake!"

The couple trotted up to their assistant baker. Carrot tried to politely avert his eyes from Pinkie's lifted tail and winking pussy while his wife just stared, transfixed. "Er...Good morning, Pinkie," Carrot nervously said, "I see you're stuck in the stocks. Again."

"Yeperoonie!" Pinkie nodded, "And for the fifth time this month, already! Oh, I'm such a ba-a-ad girl. If only somepony would punish me" -- Pinkie batted her eyes, giving her most sultry, steamy look at her boss -- "I need a stallion to set me straight. Maybe by ramming their big, yummy cock down my throat, filling me up with ooey-gooey jizz..." Pinkie opened her mouth wide, closing her eyes and sticking out her tongue expectantly.

After a few seconds with no forthcoming face-fucking, she opened her eyes again. "Well? What's the ding-darn hold-up?"

Carrot blushed a deeper shade of orange, trying to ignore that his mottled horsecock was slowly dropping out from its sheath. "I'm not sure that would be, um, appropriate, Pinkie. Since I'm your boss. And married. And my wife is right here."

Mrs. Cake looked back and forth between her husband's cock and her assistant's pleading expression. "Um, I don't really mind, dearie."

At the unexpected permission of his wife to face-fuck their employee, Carrot's member stiffened so quickly it slapped up against his belly, making a fleshy smacking sound. Pinkie grinned, as Cup Cake continued, "It's not like you've never thought about it before." Carrot opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off, "Don't try to object! I've seen you eying her once or twice around the store. Besides, this is a proud Ponyville tradition. It's your...um...civic duty?"

Carrot flushed. "Well, if you insist..."

Pinkie rolled her eyes. "She insists, she insists! Now get over here and give me a taste of that big cannoli!" She opened her mouth back up for business, rolling her tongue in rippling waves this time.

Taking a trepidatious step forward, Carrot took a few seconds to inspect Pinkie's mouth before he reared up and mounted her. His initial thrust missed, smearing Pinkie's face with a musky trail of precum as his tip dragged along her muzzle. His scent saturated her nostrils, and her head hadn't already been swimming with thoughts of sex, that smell would have done the trick.

The second thrust found its mark. Mr. Cake slid his carrot-colored cock down Pinkie's throat. Her undulating tongue and throat seemed to pull him deeper and deeper down, drowning his cock in a warm abyss of pleasure. With barely any resistance he was able to hilt himself in Pinkie. Whatever magic let her scarf pastries in one gulp evidently also worked on cocks.

Pinkie swung her head forward and back, rotating it to get at the cock from every angle. She gagged as her boss's cock battered her throat.

*Glurk*, *glurk*, *ghaak*...

"Oh, sweet fucking Celestia," Carrot cursed, lost in the bliss of his employee's deep-throat technique. Even while she milked his cock with her throat, Pinkie worked wonders with her tongue, worming it out from her stuffed mouth to tease Carrot's balls with little licks. He could see Pinkie was getting hornier than ever from sucking on his cock, her tail flagging wildly, wafting the scent of her needy pussy.

"You know, honey, it's not fair that I'm the only one having fun," Carrot said to his wife, keeping some semblance of composure even while Pinkie gagged from his cock swabbing her tonsils.

Carrot eyed Pinkie's tail swishing back and forth on the other side of the pillory. "I'm sure that Pinkie wouldn't mind if you helped yourself to a taste of her 'pie'," Carrot explained, nodding towards the younger pony's untended hindquarters.

Before Cup Cake could answer, Pinkie let out a muffled scream of approval, contorting her tail like a neon sign into a shape like an arrow pointing towards her gash, with cursive text above it that read, "Eat At Pinkie's".

The couple stared, amazed at Pinkie's ability to seemingly defy all laws of anatomy. Then Cup Cake smiled, "Don't mind if I do," as she trotted behind Pinkie, throwing herself into her task with gusto.

Pinkie squealed into Carrot's groin as the thick mare slathered her holes with saliva before diving muzzle-first into her muff. Cup's expression soon devolved into the same horny, unfocused trance that her husband showed, practically hypnotized by the taste and smell of Pinkie's bubblegum-colored cunt.

Wet slurps and grunts came from the trio as Pinkie both gave and received some world-class head. Carrot's earlier shyness was gone as he now tried to split his attention from Pinkie's cock-stuffed face to his wife's own wet muzzle as she munched at Pinkie's pussy. As his wife gave a languid lick along Pinkie's folds he felt Pinkie's throat tighten around his length.

"Keep going, honey-bun. Whatever you're doing to her down there, it's working." Carrot threw his head back as his wife obeyed, lapping at Pinkie's wet hole. As a married stallion, he didn't like to admit it, but Carrot had always fantasized about his bubbly young employee. All the hidden glances at her plot, the idle flights of fancy -- The sexual tension had been building up for years, and that tension was about to snap.

"Oh fuck, I'm..." Carrot tried to articulate his impending orgasm. Carrot tried to pull his cock out from Pinkie's maw but hit a snag as his tip flared spectacularly, firmly plugging himself in Pinkie's mouth.

"Aaghh! AaaAAHH!! Fuck, Pinkie!" Carrot moaned as creamy stallion-batter streamed out of his cock, bulging out Pinkie's cheeks like a chipmunk. The lanky baker practically went cross-eyed with pleasure, his knees wobbling as he lost control and nearly fell on his rump.

A shiver of pleasure ran all the way down Pinkie's body from her stuffed muzzle, travelling down the length of her body down to where Mrs. Cake was sucking on her clit. As if the burst of cum had gone all the way through her, Pinkie squirted a wave of mare-cum all over the milf's face.

With a loud* POP*, the tip of the cock passed Pinkie's lips, leaving a thin trail of cum connecting Carrot's cumslit to Pinkie's tightly packed mouth. It was a challenge, but Pinkie managed to swallow the massive load in one gulp, though the bulge it made in her throat struggled to pass through the neck-hole of the pillory.

Carrot's softening member rested on Pinkie's muzzle, oozing leftover cum onto her snout. His wife rose up from behind Pinkie, her soaked mane looking like she had just gotten off of a log flume. Pinkie always went a bit over-the-top with everything she did, including cumming.

Cup Cake giggled like a school-filly, "Oh, dear! I could use a towel after that!"

On queue, Pinkie produced a towel seemingly from thin air, tossing it to Cup Cake with her tail. As she dried herself off, Carrot trotted over and whispered to her, "You know dear, the kids are still at daycare right now. We could go home and I could give you some of what you just gave Pinkie..."

Cup Cake flushed before grabbing her husband and racing past Pinkie Pie. She blurted out "ThanksPinkielet'sdothisagainsometimebye!" as she ran away, giving Pinkie a perfect view of her marehood, glistening with wetness in anticipation of an imminent romp with her hubby.

Pinkie was getting bored again. Nopony had come to stuff her love-muffin since the Cakes, and that had been five minutes ago! That was practically an eternity! She was about to give up until she heard a distinct bass-heavy beat. From down the street, she could pick out the unmistakably rhythmic trotting of...

"DJ Pon-3!" The music-obsessed unicorn turned her head to look at pinkie, never missing a beat as she tapped her hooves and swayed her head, listening to music on her headphones. Surely Pinkie's fellow party-pony would be willing to take her for a whirl, at least until a big, meaty stallion came along?

Pinkie yelled so she could be heard through Vinyl Scratch's headphones. "How about it? Wanna make some sweet, sweet music together?"

Seeing Pinkie's predicament, Vinyl Scratch flashed a smile as she danced over to her fellow party-pony, giving her a firm smack on the flank as she circled around to her plot.

Pinkie babbled on, "You know, It's weird that we've never done this before. Whenever you're DJ-ing at an event I never see you at the afterparty. Not even at Shining Armor's and Cadance's wedding, and I must have had half the guest list run a train on me after that. You don't talk much, huh? You're such a good listener. Just like Gummy! Hey, Gummy, see if you can find a strap on for DJ Pon-3 so she can--"

Pinkie trailed off as it suddenly became apparent that a strap-on would be redundant on Vinyl. As the DJ jumped up on top of Pinkie the party pony felt something hot and fleshy rise up and smack against her, its length throbbing against her undercarriage. Pinkie gasped, craning her neck under her in defiance of the restraints of the stocks.

Looking between her legs, Pinkie was staring down the barrel of a dark grey marecock that bobbed in time with the beat she heard from Vinyl's headphones.

Was it real? It certainly looked real. The warmth against her felt real. Pinkie gave it a sniff to be sure. It smelled real, too.

"DJ Pon-3! Why didn't you tell me you had one of those? Wait, I guess you kind of never tell anypony anything. Because you never talk, I mean."

With a faint glow of her magic, Vinyl floated her headphones over onto Pinkie just as the song she had been listening to ended. In the dead space between tracks, Vinyl shifted and readied her aim, pressing her tip against Pinkie's entrance.

Pinkie quietly squealed in anticipation. I think I'm about to have a new favorite song...

A track started as the DJ gently slid her member into Pinkie, steadily moving to the slow beat of the song's intro. She gave a few thrusts, almost teasingly, as a hype-pony on the track yelled, "Hey? Hey! Are you ready?"

*Thrust*

"Are you ready?"

*Thrust*

"Are?"

*Thrust*

"You?"

*Thrust*

"Ready?"

*Thrust*

"For..."

What came next was a 180 BPM wall of sound. Every beat drove a resonating *thump* into Pinkie's eardrums, accompanied by a deep penetration as Vinyl Scratch humped in perfect time. Every few bars the song had a drum-fill that she matched with an insanely fast barrage of thrusts. It was only thanks to the headphones that Pinkie couldn't hear herself howling in pleasure at the hardstyle-fucking.

Pinkie screamed, "Haah--Harder! Pump my pink party pussy!" as Vinyl beat her hindquarters like a drum kit. The DJ just grinned; Pinkie had no idea what was coming next.

As the song shifted into a vocal break, Vinyl pulled her entire cock out of Pinkie in one clean motion, and on the next beat lanced it forward into Pinkie's winking plothole. Pinkie screwed her face up in shock from the sudden switch, letting a long, high-pitched whine trail from her throat. The anal intrusion was unexpected, but however intense Vinyl was, Pinkie wasn't about to complain.

As the vocals continued Vinyl nestled her hips against her partner. She was an entertainer through-and-through, and she knew the importance of pacing herself. You started a crowd out with a cool beat, then switched it up, gave a moment to soak it in, went back to the beat, then finally hit them with a big finish.

As the beat came back she started humping again, falling into time with the fast beat. Pinkie moaned like she was sitting on a washing machine as the marecock reamed her backdoor. The two ponies hung out in the same circles, and Vinyl had it on good authority that this kind of thing was up Pinkie's alley.

Pinkie groaned, "Muh...My...my butt," having long lost the capacity to form full sentences. She was only dimly aware of how impressive it was that Vinyl was keeping perfect time with the song even though her headphones were off.

Pinkie noticed Vinyl eagerly rub a hoof over Pinkie's flank as she picked out a subtle buildup of synthesized strings on the track. The DJ positioned herself as her horn glowed with a magenta aura and a magical presence started to manifest under her. She smiled --- Now was the time for the big finish.

A perfect magical duplicate of Vinyl's member pointed straight at Pinkie's pussy. As a kick layered onto the track she threw her hips back, and Pinkie's whine broke into a debauched moan the instant the magic member rammed into her fuck-hole, entering her as the flesh-and-blood cock exited.

Pinkie surrendered herself to the pleasure as the sensation of getting DP'ed by the DJ became indistinguishable from the beat of the music. Every beat she got her badonk stuffed with cock, and every off-beat she got a mirror image of that cock stuffed up her cooch. If she ever heard this song again, she'd probably get sopping wet just from the memory of getting reamed by her futa party-pal.

As the song rose to a crescendo, Vinyl plowed her hips into Pinkie's plush backside, slamming every inch of her cock into her guts as her balls nestled themselves against Pinkie's slit. At the precise instant the song ended they jumped up, dragging along her sensitive folds as they pumped a titanic load of cum into Pinkie's plot.

Pinkie didn't question how Vinyl had timed her orgasm so perfectly with the song. Pinkie had certainly been able to do odder things than that in the past. Instead, she just cheered on her musical mating partner, grinding her hips back, moaning, "WHOO! I want to do that again! Come on, I want an encore!"

But Vinyl was spent, her member slowly shrinking back into its sheath. As she took her headphones back, Vinyl surprised pinkie by lifting her shades and actually responding, "Sorry love, but I gotta jet." Blowing a kiss as she trotted away, a thin line of jizz trailing from her semi-erect cock as it bobbed under her, the DJ added, "Drop me a line when you're at my next gig, yeah? I'll show you what a real party pony can do."

Pinkie pie waited patiently for her next patron in the stocks. Of course, for Pinkie Pie, "patiently" meant she called out to literally everycreature that passed by like some kind of lewd carnival barker.

"Yessir, step right up! Cum one, cum all! No need to be shy, make the right choice today and prod Pinkie Pie with your pony peener!"

To her surprise, her next patron was a familiar face. A familiar, neutral-colored, unmoving face.

"Hello, Pinkie. I see you got yourself put in the stocks again. This certainly is a predicament," Maud drawled out in her characteristic monotone. She stared at her sister, unperturbed by the puddle of cum between Pinkie's legs. Or at least, she looked unperturbed; it was hard to tell.

Pinkie beamed back, "Yeah, a fun predicament! But Maude, you didn't come here to have your way with me. did you? That would be so risqué, taking advantage of your sister like that! And besides, that already happened last chapter. We could be falling into a rut!"

"Technically, she's not the one who came here to use the pillory."

Pinkie's smile turned upside-down as the one stallion in town she didn't want to see came up alongside Maud. "Oh, hi Mudbriar."

Why did it have to be Mudbriar? He was just the worst - he hated parties, he didn't like cake, he thought piñatas were "stick abuse"; He was the complete opposite of fun. He probably didn't even like sex! Why did she have to be saddled with this boring nerd?

"Look, Mudbriar? I know you're new to Ponyville, and you're probably excited to take a shot at the pillory, and I know I'm just irresistible, but you...don't...have...to?" Pinkie trailed off as her eyes were drawn to Mudbriar's cock. Her gaze was pulled towards it like it had its own gravitational field; It was certainly big enough.

"HOT TAMALE, THAT'S A BIG OL' SALAMI!!!"

Mudbriar's massive mud-colored member stood full and erect with a length that would have looked more at home on somepony like Bulk Biceps or Rockhoof. The slab of turgid fuck-meat had thick veins running down its length, pulsing with the promise of the sweet sensation they would give once they were sliding into her inner walls. That "stick-in-the-mud" cutie mark was clearly some false advertising. There should have been a picture of a whole tree trunk on his flank!

"Maud, why didn't you tell me Mudbriar was hung like a horse? Or I guess, a much bigger horse?"

Mudbriar took the compliment without changing his expression, simply responding with his usual blasé manner, "Hmm, yes. Well, I trust you'll be amenable to a session of vaginal intercourse? Although if not, the rules of the pillory dictate that I may avail myself of your services regardless. I would prefer--"

Pinkie cut him off, shouting, "Shut up! Less talky, more fucky!" as she bucked her hips back and forth. Her tail stood straight up, exposing her dripping box to her sister's boring boyfriend as he circled around behind her.

Maud smiled in her unique Maud-ey way (which admittedly involved no change in her facial expression whatsoever). As her boyfriend lined his tip up with Pinkie's pussy, she teased, "Get ready, little sis. Mudbriar really...rocks my world."

Pinkie opened her mouth to respond, but Mudbriar picked that exact moment to start fucking.

Pinkie whinnied out a feral NEIGH as, without any foreplay, Mudbriar pushed his goliath length into Pinkie's snatch. Her pink folds parted as the first two thirds of his cock drove into her canal, threatening to split her hips in half. Pinkie's cartoon-character level of resiliency seemed to be the only thing stopping her from breaking right then and there.

Pinkie went knock-kneed as she was filled by Mudbriar. His meaty medial ring mashed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her like a joy-buzzer. Mudbriar evidently wasn't much for technique. He didn't spank Pinkie's plot, or change up his pace, or talk dirty. He just pushed in and pulled out at a completely standard pace.

Still, Pinkie didn't complain. In fact, she was nearly speechless as the slab of cock stuffed her cooch. Instead of jokes and puns, all that left her mouth were sexy grunts and moans as Mudbriar practically reshaped her insides. Looking to her sister, she groaned, "Uhnn...Sis, he's so...so big!"

Maud responded, "Oh, Pinkie. You haven't felt anything yet." She looked up at her boyfriend. "Mudbriar, you should hilt inside my sister's vagina. It would be very hot."

"I certainly think it would. What about you, Pinkie? Does that course of action seem pleasurable to you?"

Maude and Mudbriar weren't much for talking dirty. Listening to them was like listening to a robot egging on another robot. Thankfully the two ponies didn't rely on saucy bedroom-talk to get their partner riled up. Mudbriar's magnum cock was all they needed to get the job done.

Mudbriar pulled out an inch, giving himself a bit of room to build some momentum as he thrust back in. For a second it looked like he would be kept from giving Pinkie the full Mudbriar experience as his ring crashed into Pinkie's taut entrance. But his cock pushed inexorably forward, plowing into Pinkie's depths. A thin, high whine escaped her throat as his ring pushed in, giving way to the bitch-breaking thickness of the inches closest to his base. More and more cock kept coming, filling her hole to the limit.

Before he could hilt completely, Mudbriar ran into another roadblock as his broad tip bashed into Pinkie's cervix. Pinkie had been with stallions that were well-endowed enough to enter her baby-bag before, but Mudbriar's girth was presenting certain problems.

Maud noticed too, but she just kept on robotically cheering on her stud. "Come on, Mudbriar. You're almost all the way in. just a few more inches." Emboldened by the monotonous pep-talk, he kept pushing forward, building up force like a hydraulic press. Pinkie felt like she was having a line driven through her. He kept pulling his hips back an inch or two before slamming them forward, hammering her like an anvil.

*Whumph!*

*Whumph!*

*Whumph!*

Pinkie's face screwed up in a mixed expression of pleasure and pain as the normally boring stallion pounded her little pussy. She'd be sore tomorrow, that was for sure. For now, she just gritted her teeth and bore it as her uterus came under siege by Mudbriar's battering ram of a cock.

*Whumph!*

*Whumph!*

His thrusts built in speed, making the stocks creak from the strain as they rocked back and forth. Pinkie jittered in her restraints as her Pinkie-sense went wild. She knew for sure that she was in for a real heck of a doozy as Mudbriar pulled his hips back for one unstoppable thrust.

*Phweeee!!!*

Confetti blasted out from somewhere in celebration as Mudbriar's tip bowled through Pinkie's cervix, widening it as blood rushed to his tip. "Mmmmmh-mmm!!!" Pinkie let out a high-pitched whine as she came on his dick, little splashes of mare-cum soaking into his groin. Her muscles reflexively tightened, pulling her rear hooves up towards her haunches as she came. This made it so the only thing supporting her hindquarters was the ram-rod thickness of Mudbriar's shaft, but it was more than up to the task.

But Pinkie was still twitching. Her Pinkie-sense told her that the best of the real heck of a doozy was yet to come. The wiggling and jiggling of her body with pent-up energy had an effect like a vibrating pocket-pussy on the shaft that was completely buried in her.

Maud looked at her seemingly impassive boyfriend, flatly noting, "Wow, Pinkie. He's really on the edge. I've never seen him look this aroused. I hope you're ready, Pinkie, because I think he's about to cum. Aren't you, babe?"

He nodded and, on queue, Mudbriar gave what must have been the most understated grunt ever as he came. Thankfully, while he might not have sounded very exciting, his cock was a different story altogether.

His flare dug into her walls, forming a firm mating plug. She could feel his cock widen as his payload raced down his urethra before it exploded into her. It reminded her of that one time the soft-serve machine at Sugar-Cube-Corner had malfunctioned. Her twitching stopped as the massive stallionhood released the promised heck of a doozy into her, bulging her tummy out to make room as more and more thick cum poured out.

Her eyes fluttered in dozy delight and she bit her lower lip to hold in a bestial moan as this cock -- this monolith of pleasure -- filled her more completely than any of her past fuck-buddies. Pinkie had plenty of sex-friends, both stallions and mares, but none of them could hold a candle to this kind of fullness.

Still cumming, Mudbriar started to trot backward, pulling out from Pinkie's sticky confines. With every threshold - as his flare exited her cervix, as his ring popped from her pussy, and finally, as his flare yanked free from her marehood - a wave of cum sprayed out of her, splashing all over the ground.

*Pop*, *pop*, *SLORP*

No longer supported by his member, Pinkie's hindquarters fell to the ground, splatting into the puddle of stallion-batter beneath her. "Oh, ff-fuck, yeah," Pinkie groaned as she rubbed her bruised behind against the ground. Mudbriar's cock, still hard and still cumming, sprayed a few final spurts of cum on the small of her back. Pinkie practically forgot who she was talking to, moaning, "Hoo yeah, that's the stuff, babe. Baste my pink party pussy in your cum..."

Mudbriar interjected, seemingly unable to help himself from his habit of correcting ponies on technicalities even as he was letting one last rope of cum saturate Pinkie's poofy tail. "TECHNICALLY basting does not refer to moistening just anything with a liquid, but specifically food during a cooking process."

Pinkie's lustful reverie seemed to end right then and there. Her half-lidded expression dropped as her eyes first widened in surprise, then narrowed in rage.

"Technically?"

Pinkie tried to turn her head the best she could to glare at the stick-enthusiast, remembering who it actually was that had just creampied her.

"TECHNICALLY!?"

Pinkie sucked in a breath, preparing to let Mudbriar know exactly what she thought of his opinion.

"TECHNICALLY...You're right!"

Pinkie gave her sister's boyfriend her biggest, sunniest smile as she bounced back up onto her hooves. More of his cum pattered from her pussy as she bounced from hoof to hoof, turning to her favorite sister (Technically it was a three-way tie between all her sisters, but that didn't make the title of "favorite sister" any less of an honor).

"Wowee, Maud! That sure is one heck of a boyfriend you got there. Hey, do you mind if I take Mudbriar for a ride some other time? We can even share him with Marble and Limestone and -- oh my gosh, can you imagine if Mudbriar got me pregnant? OH MY GOSH, can you imagine if he got us ALL pregnant? We could have matching Mud-Pie babies and dress them in matching outfits and --"

Maud cut her babbling sister off, covering her mouth with a grey hoof. "Slow down, Pinkie. You're going to get yourself all tired out before round two."

Pinkie cocked her head. "Wait, round two-OOOOOO!?!"

Mudbriar slid his flagging cock back into Pinkie. He was already getting hard again, and Pinkie's passage was a lot easier to enter now that he had resized it. Maud could have sworn Pinkie's pupils were turning into little heart shapes as his medial ring popped in and out of her loosened-up pussy. She had no doubt that Pinkie would be back to her regular tight self tomorrow; Sometimes it felt like that pony was made out of rubber.

Maud observed, "You know, my birthday is in a few months." Pinkie snapped out of her fuck-trance, brought back to her senses by the mention of a birthday.

"I'm not much for big parties, but I'm sure a certain sister of mine could think of a really fun gift to give me. And my boyfriend."

Pinkie screamed in delight at both the offer and at the sensation of Mudbriar's blunt tip driving its way back into her cum-stuffed depths.

"Best. Sister. EVER!!!"