Copromania: How Pin Worm Got Her Nickname

Frosty winter nights. Something about them has a way of enhancing the already lively air of fun and excitement that naturally exudes from a place like Manehatten. A distinct kind of ambience that makes a city really feel like a city. From the shops and buildings so brightly lit to the vapors rising from the sewers near the trash littered alleys, everything is given that little extra oomph. Not the least of which goes on in those darkened alleys...

"Hahh.....fuck, Yoga. S-Sompony's gonna hear us..."

Deep in the shadows of one of those dark, stone corridors, an insatiable young couple had taken a short detour on their way to dinner to tend a more... pressing matter.

*Slp*, "No, somepony is going to hear a slutty little thestral that can't keep her voice down, Eerie dear."

The bat mare whimpered in pleasure and frustration, the fog of her breath clouding the cold air as the ember maned kirin drove her tongue back into her snatch. Reared up with her hooves against the stone wall in front of her, she steadied her breathing and tried to control her voice. The dress she wore for the evening was hiked up over her rump while Yoga crammed her snout into Eerie's pussy.

Both mares had dolled themselves up for their outing, Eerie wearing a simple but lovely black a-line dress while Yoga adorned an elegant, teal bell-sleeve that matched her scales and eyes. In addition, the two also wore their nicest pair of panties for each other, Eerie's violet lacey ones being yanked halfway down her flanks, and Yoga's silky, pearl colored pair soaking up her own juices.

"Huff... Do you plan on doing this every time we try to have a nice night out?" half complained Eerie, her voice cracking on the last word. The pressure in her loins had increased, and was about to cum for the hungry kirin at any moment.

Yoga paused her tonguing and considered her lover's words for a moment.

"As long as your my little nocturnal sweetheart, every chance I get. Now, come on...*Slrp*...give me a nice, big squirt. I'm thirsty and we're gonna be late for our reservations."

As she finished her sentence, Yoga wrapped her mouth around Eerie's winking clit, giving it a hard suck, and lapped at her urethra.

In a quake of pleasure, Eerie shuddered heavily and pushed her butt back into Yoga's face as a mix of urine and love juice shot into the kirin's maw with the pulse of her orgasm, crying out her love's name.

"Hnnn! Yoga!!!"

The mare of her heart drank down her fluids, gulping just loud enough for Eerie to hear.

As the last drops of mare juice dripped down her throat, Yoga pulled herself away from Eerie's backside and came around to meet her face to face. The glowing thestral rested her head against the wall, looking into her marefriends eyes, noting her smug little smile below them.

"Hah...hah...you know, it's really bad manners to go to a ritzy place like this for dinner with cum on your breath, you nasty nirik." Eerie said, smiling back at her.

Yoga leaned in and gently blew a gust of air into Eerie's nostrils, the bat pony's own scent tickling her olfactory.

"You'll be the only pony close enough to smell it, EEEEErie!" Yoga teased.

Eerie, still smiling, rolled her eyes at her pet name before leaning in to plant her lips on Yoga's. After a short moment she pulled away.

"Um, a little help, babe?" Eerie pleaded, wiggling her bottom.

Yoga's horn glowed and gripped her marefriends panties, still wrapped around her flanks, and pulled them back up over her ass, then returned her dress to it's original state. Eerie gave her backside another shake before finally taking her hooves from the wall and putting them back on the ground.

*Phew*..."I hope you realize I'm not returning the favor until after dinner" Eerie said as her and Yoga made their way out of the alley. The kirin pressed her side to Eerie's as they trotted, not unlike the first time they met.

"I'm patient." she responded. "Besides, that just means I get to enjoy you with a full ass."

A giddy little smirk crossed Eerie's face as she thought about the night ahead, and the pair hastened their trot down the city street.

After what eventually became a brisk gallop, Eerie and Yoga finally came upon the entrance to their destination; a fancy Prench establishment that Eerie couldn't be bothered to try and pronounce correctly. The galloping hooves had slowed to a walk before they entered, both mares trying not to pant too hard in front of the hostess, a zebra mare, who greeted them warmly.

"Bonjour! Welcome to Le sabot bijouté."

*Huff...huff*, "Hi there!" Eerie said, a little louder than she intended. *Ahem*, "Reservation for two, under Shrine." The mare scanned her parchment that laid on her podium, until her eyes fell on the name in question.

"Ah-ha! Oui, Miss Shrine." the hostess confirmed. "Right this way."

Eerie sighed in relief, thankful that they had arrived on time. The two followed behind the hostess, and as they were escorted to their table, Eerie silently looked the mare in front of her up and down. She must have been at least a head taller than both Yoga and herself, and had one of the curviest frames she'd ever seen. The bat pony hadn't really taken in her stature at first, but no longer distracted from being winded, it was hard not to admire her figure. Especially Eerie's favorite feminine asset, the oscillating globes that made up the mare's rump.

'Damn...I wonder what lucky pony get's to wear her around their face...'

"Here we are!" the striped mare said, breaking Eerie out of her trance. The trio had arrived at a table for two in a secluded spot from the other patrons. "Please, make yourselves comfortable and somepony will be with you soon."

Eerie and Yoga took their seats across from one another as the hostess departed, the two watching as she trotted away. Yoga turned her gaze to her marefriend, who had an amusingly pitiful look of want in her eyes, causing her to chuckle. She cleared her throat, getting a startled reaction and a blush out of Eerie. Yoga laughed a bit harder at that.

One of the many things she had learned about Eerie over their budding relationship was just how much of an ass-mare she really was. Nevermind the fact that her career consisted of regularly pleasuring, cleaning and occasionally feeding from pony asses, the thestral had an obsession that followed her outside of work. Whenever they were out and about together, Yoga would often catch Eerie eyeing up attractive posteriors that pointed in her direction. It wasn't always a lustful gaze. Sometimes it was just silent admiration, other times it looked almost studious, as if she were committing size, shape, curve and crevice to memory. Her subtly however was another thing. She had been caught gawking a few times in public, and the day she had been beaned in the head with a kiwi by an aghast unicorn was one Yoga would never forget.

Plot fascination aside, Eerie and Yoga had grown incredibly close over the last few months. They were nearly inseparable in and outside of work, so much so that they had become the darling love birds of the studio, and were frequently featured as the returning couple in new issues of Toilet Mares. While everypony was happy for them, one mare, Peach Melba, was a little jealous of their circumstance at first. She had never even gotten a chance to sample the kirin before two had become an item. But even that would pass. All the ponies there were like family to one another. Plus, there was no shortage of sexy mares and stallions to vent ones urges on at AMM.

As Yoga's giggling died down, she pondered for a second before she spoke.

"Pretty big girl, huh Eerie? I thought zebras were a bit shorter than ponies on average?" Yoga queried.

Eerie turned back to face her marefriend. "Hah...yeah, they usually are. That one though, built like a friggin' amarezon."

Still smirking, Yoga asked, "How do you think she tastes?"

Eerie's eyes lidded at the question and sighed. "If I had to guess just from looking, scrumptious."

"Probably has quite the alluring scent nestled in that generous backside of hers."

The thestral was getting flustered again. "Hnn. Y-yeah, probably smells good too."

Seeing her love hot and bothered, Yoga leaned in some, squinted her eyes and went for the final blow.

"I bet she can cut a log from that thing big enough to crush your head."

A low whimper carried out from Eerie's throat as she plopped her skull against the table. "Yogaaaa, pleeaase? I'm gonna soak right through this outfit at this rate." She pleaded. Yoga could be both a blessing and a curse. The kirin had no qualms what-so-ever about the bat pony eyeballing butts where ever they may be, most likely because it lead to Yoga's new favorite past time; teasing and provoking Eerie until she was so turned on and horny that she couldn't see straight.

"Heheh, fiiine, I'll stop." Yoga conceded. "You know, for all the grief you and the other girls give Porcelain about her being a horndog, you sure do get revved up easy. And in public no less!" the kirin playfully chided.

Eerie removed her head from the table. "Yeah, must be this hot as Tartarus succu-kirin constantly enabling me."

Taking a step back from the lustful banter, they sat in silence for a moment, looking into one another's eyes, and enjoying their cozy little corner of the restaurant together. All the sex and general kinkiness aside, Eerie and Yoga shared much in common. Being a night owl by nature, Eerie was happy to learn that Yoga preferred the late hours over the day. Both mares had an affinity for cooler climates, Eerie being well insulated and Yoga having a naturally higher body temperature. What made them gravitate so closely however, was just how well they seemed to compliment each other. Eerie could be very serious and overtly blunt at times. Yoga was very lighthearted, sweet and playful, but without the ditziness of somepony like Porcelain Wave. The two meshed well in that Eerie could keep Yoga more down to Equestria, while Yoga brought the more friendly and affectionate side out of Eerie.

Several minutes of loving gazes and hoof holding later, the waiter, a stocky, unicorn stallion approached their table.

"Bonsoir, mesdames. How may I begin your meals for tonight?"

Eerie really wanted to woo Yoga, and ordered for the both of them. She turned her head slightly towards the waiter.

"Yes, I would like to get the Prench fruit salad with the mango dressing, and I believe she would enjoy the pan-seared salmon." Eerie said confidently. Yoga's eyes lit up at the word salmon. Now living in a pony society, any sort of meat based food was hard to come by and as a result, on the expensive side. Yoga, having an omnivores palate, normally had to go to the griffon food shop on the other side of town to find things like mackerel and catfish. But she hadn't had salmon in a while, and it was her favorite fish.

"Excellent." said the waiter, "and to drink?"

"Just a bottle of merlot." Eerie answered.

"Wonderful. I will return with your wine shortly, and your meals should follow soon behind." With that, the waiter turned on his hooves and cantered off.

Yoga rose from her chair and walked over to Eerie, pressing her muzzle to hers for a long, deep kiss. Eerie's eyes fluttered some before closing, pushing her lips back against Yoga's. Shortly after they separated and Yoga went back to her seat, the waiter returned with a wine bottle and two glasses. After pouring their beverages, he again took his leave.

"You didn't tell me they served salmon here you sneaky bat" Yoga said, grinning ear to ear.

"I'd hoped you would like that." Eerie said proudly. "I kinda wanted to surprise you with it." She finished, going for her first sip.

"And I am. Pleasantly so. Love you, my little pervert!"

Eerie raised her eyebrow at that last word. They called each other stuff like that all the time, but that felt random.

"Oh, don't look all confused, I saw your eyes creep on the waiter's ass as soon as he turned around!"

'Oh...right'

Eerie sunk back in her chair sheepishly as she nursed another sip from her glass.

"Don't worry, after this royal treatment, your face is getting sat on extra hard tonight." Yoga added.

That one nearly had Eerie inhaling her drink. If the constant state of arousal this mare kept her in didn't kill her, then her verbal timing most definitely would.

"Moons sake, and I thought Pin Worm was bad about crass in public places." Eerie said as she choked down the liquid.

Yoga snorted. "You mean Peach? Oh come on, I'm not that bad!"

Eerie chuckled. "Heh, no, I guess you're not. You've never talked about all the things you can do with your asshole in the middle of a crowded store, then presented it."

Yoga gasped, "When did she do that?"

"About a month ago. She wanted some company while she picked out some new lingerie for work. She found these, 'anal only' panties, tried them on, pointed her ass at me, and went into to great detail about what she was going to do with them while winking her pucker."

Yoga grunted. "Nff, how cruel, hehe!"

The bat pony chuckled again. "Yep, I think she just wanted to embarrass me though. You know she still makes jokes about me keeping you all to myself and 'clam jamming' her?"

Yoga clicked her tongue. *Tsk tsk tsk*, "And a jealous mare too."

Eerie shrugged it off. "Eh, It's just Pin Worm being Pin Worm."

That nickname...It always stuck out to Yoga. If she thought about, it was a fitting title, but it would've fit the other girls at work too. So why did Peach Melba earn it and not anypony else? Yoga's curiosity was piqued.

"Say, Eerie..." Yoga began. "How did Peach wind up with something like Pin Worm for a moniker? I mean, like why her specifically? Wouldn't that name describe just about any of us? I feel like it would actually suit somepony like Porcelain more. That girl's a fecal felon."

"HA!" Eerie cackled. She would have to remember that one. "Pallid was the first one to use it I think, and Porcelain is just eager. She's not as, let's say, meticulous as Peach is. And after that big shoot that she organized all by herself before we began issue four, she more than earned it."

This confused the kirin. "I'm not sure I understand." she said. "Are you talking about issue three? That one is good, but you make it sound mythical, hehe."

"Oh no no no, it hasn't been released yet." Eerie said. "This was done between issues three and four, not too long before you came around, in fact.

Yoga leaned is as Eerie spoke, very intrigued with where this was going. "Go on..."

Eerie continued. "It was something Peach came up with and mentioned to Arc. Something she had in mind for a future issue. Number ten I think. A big special edition you could say. If I hadn't been there myself, I would've never believed she had anything to do with it's set up. She even got a couple of her zebra marefriends she knew to be a part of it. That day was so insane, I don't know what anypony could come up with to top it."

"So that's how you know that hostess' ass tastes 'scrumptious', eh?" Yoga said playfully. "Well come on then, don't keep me in suspense!" she urged. "Cough up those juicy details!"

Eerie blushed at Yoga's recalling of her comment from earlier. She thought quietly to herself for a minute, reflecting back on that day. It had really been a wild one. The most over the top, filthy sexual escapade she had ever seen or been a part of so far. Issue ten wasn't all that far off either. Whenever it was time for it to drop, it would no doubt be a huge success with fans of the magazine. One thing was certain. Once Eerie told Yoga about that infamous shoot, the fiery maned dragon pony was going to leave the restaurant in a much more aroused state than when she entered it. Eerie took another sip of merlot, as she readied herself to tell the lurid tale.

"Oh mare, where do I even start..."