Pinkie Pie lightly squealed and tap-danced into place, a small grin on her face as she held her hands close to it. And who could blame her? After all, she was at the airport, she had a nice piece of Napoleon cake with some orange juice for breakfast there, and now she was close to boarding a plane to go to neat faraway places with her friends.

She had packed everything necessary for the trip inside her pink with light blue polka dots suitcase she had given to the check-in desk people: a camera; several changes of clothes; PJs; a few sturdy jeans; hiking boots; towels; her phone’s charger; a portable party kit; and the best soaps and make-up sets for nightly exists. In the meantime, she kept her large green flower-pattern pursue (a couple of puzzle books, a small pencil, her phone, its power bank and her plush Gummy) on her right shoulder and the needed documents in a skirt’s pocket.

“First time flying, AJ?” she asked as she played around with her shirt’s hem.

“Outta the country? Yes, Ah’ve never flown before, kinda nervous if Ah gotta be honest,” she said, her face however looking as calm and determined as ever, while idly playing with her buff bag’s metal clasp and sorta-sweeping the floor with her long blonde tail. “But it’s with mah girlfriend, everythin’ is possible.”

AJ sneakily patted Pinkie’s butt, she pretended to shove her.

“Of course! And I bet you’ll smile a lot when we’ll arrive and meet lots of new ponies to talk to and party together and do stuff with!” she said excitedly. “Oh, and of course try their native apples!”

Applejack grinned.

“Either way it goes, Ah think Ah’ll have somethin’ nice to try with mah favorite sugarcube,” she said. “That Ah’m sure of.”

Pinkie rapidly nodded in agreement.

Soon they reached the security checkpoint, and saw long lines in all six positions.

“Ah think it’s going to be faster if we split,” Applejack said while keeping a hand under her hat’s brim. “You can handle bein’ alone without me for a few minutes, can ya?”

“I can! I just wish we could go together, but if you wanna, we’re going to split.” Pinkie adjusted the pursue on her shoulder and moved forward to the first line she saw, waving at her girlfriend “See you on the other side!”

“See ya sugarcube!” Applejack waved back as she went towards the least busy first line.

The line before Pinkie was actually quite fast, with most ponies there putting their items in the tray, going through the door-shaped contraption, and picking up their things from the tray right back up.

Feeling lucky, she dropped her pursue in the tray and, once it went past the mysterious black rubber strips of the X-ray scanner, she passed through the metal detector…

Which started to loudly beep, startling Pinkie and making her jump back.

“Ma’am, you’ll have to come with me for additional screening.” a sandstone-colored guard stallion with a light blue uniform with an oversized blue cap said, gesturing towards her.

Pinkie tilted her head and looked at him confused, not sure what she had done wrong or was he implying.

“Please follow me,” he repeated more firmly. Knowing that she had no choice in the matter, she picked up her purse, smiling somewhat nervously as she was lead through the crowd of passengers going to the terminals, past a light brown separator, and in front of a green frosted glass door labeled in yellow letters as “Questioning Room”, guarded by two tall, somewhat buff, mares wearing a police uniform that was a shade darker than the guard’s. With a nod of his head, the emerald mare on the right opened the door and the other pomegranate-colored one placed herself right behind Pinkie.

The room itself was small, it had a desk which had piles of neatly-stacked sand-colored folders, loose sheets, and several pencils set in a tidy row placed on top, two wooden chairs behind it, four black plastic chairs stacked in a corner and one placed in front of said desk, a gigantic seal of the local police department pointed on the wall opposite to the desk, and, finally, on the opposite end of the entrance there was another door, this one white, made out of metal, and was labeled with both a strange black-and-yellow sticker and as “Inspection Room”. Pinkie felt a strange sensation, a cold one, in her tummy and heart, feeling intimidated, a bit guilty, and also something else, something more… positive, that she couldn’t quite place. She resolved to smile and not pay too much mind to them, in spite of the offensively orderly setup and the blue-white light coming from the neon lamp hanging above.

The security guard took the most intact pencil and a pair of pre-printed sheets and sat down at the desk, while the policemare pointed at the chair, scowling for seemingly no reason. Pinkie complied, the emotions only increasing in intensity.

“Name and surname?” the policemare asked while towering over her, her tail already whipping the hair a little.

“Pinkamena Diane Pie.” she answered with a nervous smile, fiddling her hands in nervousness and with her quite curly tail trying to reach between her legs.

“Date of birth?”

“Um… my birth certificate says it’s–”

The mare stared directly into her eyes and she cowered a little, but she still kept her cool somewhat.

“I mean, I don’t know, my parents don’t remember either, my name day was on the–”

The mare groaned in clear frustration and whipped the air with her tail.

“Fine. Your age?”

“Twenty-onelastIchecked.” she answered.

“Speak more slowly, otherwise he can’t write it down.” she ordered “This will be faster if you stop being so difficult.”

Pinkie felt offended, but her tinging of guilt, a bit of fear, and that unknown sensation kept her from reacting with something beyond a resigned sigh.

“I’m twenty-one years old.”

“See? Not so hard. Place of birth?”

“Rocktown, County of Grosserstein,” she said while feeling somewhat more confident. “Or my parents’ rock farm, if you–”

“I don’t care and neither does the report,” she raised her voice and tried to stare in Pinkie’s eyes again, once more using her tail to signal her displeasure. “You answer what I ask you, young lady.”

Pinkie felt even more on the edge, but she held up, said, “yes madam” and nodded.

“Where are you going, and what for?”

Pinkie froze up a little, then put her hand under her chin, massaging it as she squeezed her brain in search of answers to give to the policemare, until, feeling a light bulb moment coming, she raised her right index, muttered “ah-ha!” to herself and, raising her head, she looked at the policemare.

“I’m going to Leitvia for…” she took a deep breath “rockclimbinghikingscubadivingdeltaplaneridingtryingcuisineseatingimpetsoysterssaltfishlampreyswiththeremainsofsharpsauceandbirds’brains–”

“Ah, screw this, let’s get to the inspection!” the policemare slammed her fist on the desk, sending the pencils flying and startling Pinkie enough to make her jump off her chair high up in the air, and land standing up just next to it.

“Copper Plate! How many times do I have to tell you to not slam on the desk?! Now I have to tidy up this mess!” the guard said while glaring at her and almost dusting everything around him with his short and straight black tail. “I mean, you’re right, but–”

“You’re a mean one, you know that?” Pinkie said to the policemare.

“It’s my job. Now leave your pursue here, so that I can inspect it while Mr. Cravenbottom over here takes you to the next room.”

The guard rolled his eyes and sighed as he got up and opened the Inspection Room door.

Pinkie sighed as well while leaving her pursue on the desk, and then peered into the room. In there she saw two tables and a few stacked-up chairs in the top right, a tall boxy thing in a corner to the left, with a single stool, computers and cabinets in the opposite corner; plus what looked like an olive green shower curtain draping over a good deal of the room’s rightmost corner.

“Come on in, let’s this get this over with,” the guard said, taking Pinkie’s wrist as he lead her into the room. She huffed and almost stumbled into the room, and at this point she was even more confused by what was going on, and why they were treating her like that, and, strangely, unsure whether she really wanted to protest it.

“So, first let’s see what you’re hiding inside of you that might’ve triggered the alarm,” the guard sat down behind the computer screen. “First of all walk inside this booth over here, then follow my instructions to the letter. Got it?”

“I’m not hiding anything, I swear!” she said as she instinctively stomped her hoof, not really feeling afraid at this point.

“Don’t make me get you inside of it, you wouldn’t like it.”

Pinkie, once again realizing the situation, sighed and walked inside the booth, moving away the folding door to reveal three bright white walls and a checkered neon green floor.

“Alright, you’re inside. Put your hands in the air and keep your legs closed, stand still until I tell you to stop,” he said while a muffled computer boot-up sound echoed in the room. “If it starts flashing green or makes weird noises, don’t worry, it’s working.”

She did as instructed, and, as she slowly took a candle-like pose, she realized that the feeling of having done something wrong was seemingly mixing with that weird sensation of her, which she made her heart race and her fur shiver and her loins quiver weirdly. The lights turned off with an audible click, and a green grid of light appeared from atop the booth, and started to go down with a whirring noise: this, for some reason, didn’t help in quashing her feelings, instead strengthening them somewhat. When the grid reached her head, she closed her eyes, and at the same time she seized up her legs to stop them shaking and forced her tail to stand still.

The flash came and went, but she kept her eyes closed, by now her mind wandering.

Oh geez, what’s this thingamajig doing?” she thought “Can he see my boobs right now? I mean, they are very nice boobies, just like the birds, but there are other ways to see some, I think; or maybe… maybe it’s seeing my tampon and wallet and my tailring and my piercings and my bones, wow that would look really silly, perhaps it’s for a police record; or maybe it’s like those cartoons, and he’s saying my surprise for AJ, I just hope she won’t see anything… or maybe this is a fake thingie and he’s just power-tripping and being big and strong and authoritative with me… and why do I feel odd?”

Every thought caused her legs to lightly quake and made her feel a bit fuzzy and a bit hot, but, before she could dwell on them any further, the whirring stopped and the lights seemed to have turned back on.

“Come out and let’s check out what we have here,” the guard said “Don’t stand around too much, I haven’t got all day.”

Pinkie sighed disappointed as she opened the booth and walked to the computer with a quick stride, to see what the machine had picked up.

There were two full-sized X-ray scans of Pinkie’s body, on from the side and one from the front, her skeleton very well visible, down to her slightly crooked spine, but the various bit of metal shown couldn’t help but give a decent outline of her supple body, for the bra’s under-wiring and balloon-shaped nipple piercings still very much implied a pair of large and bountiful boobs, the tail ring was placed in such a way that it was clear her butt was very plump, her round clit piercing rather well-visible in the images almost as if it was placed just for this purpose.

“Well, well, looks like there’s not much to see here… not of the sort I’m looking for at least,” the guard winked at her, and she felt her heart flutter and sensation swell “Guess it’s time for your identifying photos and inspection.”

He turned around on his stool and pointed with an open palm to the curtain, leaning on the computers’ desk.

“Walk in there, we’ll do that in there.”

“Ok” she said without thinking as she surprised herself by rushing inside the curtained corner, which had a camera mounted on a tripod, a wall meter pointed on the wall opposite to the camera, a clothes rack and nothing else.

“Wowzers, that was a weird thingie, what I was thinking anyway? Betcha now after that X-ray thingie looking at all my bones I’ll be all examined and stuff, and I will appear in police files with pictures of my entire skeleton and my mugshot like in a weird movie, it’ll say I was smuggling things. But smuggling what? Cuteness? Party supplies? Und-”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the guard arriving by punching the curtain away, his step hurried. Lightly leaning on the camera, he smirked at Pinkie for a few brief seconds, right before clearly forcing a deep frown and saying, “Strip naked and put yourself at ninety degrees.”

Pinkie at first didn’t give it much thought as she shrugged and grasped her light blue t-shirt’s pink frilly hem… but then she stopped.

“Wait… the feelings in my gooch… and me feeling like I’ve done something and my thoughts about police and stuff… and the sensation of being looked at like during an exam…” she muttered to herself, until suddenly her face lit up and turned as red as a bell pepper at the same time, her tail taising very up high on her back “why not give him a show?”

She looked at her shirt again and down her generous cleavage, then at her saffron yellow frilly skirt and her candy print white leggings and finally at her shocking pink ballerina flats encasing her hooves painted red. She frowned

But I'm not some stupid broad. I don't have to show myself off to some random stallion, what would AJ think? she thought as she kept grasping on her shirt. I don't like guys all that much either...

She looked up to the guard again. He clearly wasn't going to budge, and her other persistent emotions certainly weren't going away.

But, of course, if it gets me out of here sooner... why not? It's not like I'd look more dignified otherwise, at least I'd strip on my terms. she smiled back again as her shame waned Besides, I'm sure AJ wouldn't mind me doing this to escape.

She felt her heart race, embarassment high, and her face flushed, but determined to try, especially since deep down part of her thought it could get REALLY fun.

Prepare yourself, stallion in uniform.

She pulled her shirt up to her chest, and then slowed down, pushing her bra-bound breasts up somewhat, before rapidly taking it off, which made her boobs bounce and uncomfortably jiggle a bit, haphazardly throwing it onto the rack. She then passed her hands onto her sides, caressing herself for a few seconds, sticking her chest out to make sure the guard could get a good look at her apple-print balconette bra holding onto her f-cup breasts and to her smooth, plump frame that she had, sometimes lightly pinching on her tummy to show off she was no cold rake. She saw in the corner of her eyes that the guard had raised her index, so she decided to go to the next step, and turn her back to him as she fiddled with the bra’s hooks, intentionally slowing herself down to allow herself to bend over and give him an up-skirt to hint at the other goods she was carrying, and, once she managed, she straightened up and, as her tail brushed against her body and kept up the massaging, she was holding up her boobs with one hand, keeping one of the bra’s straps with a pinch. A couple of moments later, she let it go, turning around only when it hit the ground; as soon as she was in full view of him again, she pulled her arm away, causing her tits to produce a quiet “plof” as they bounced onto her skin, jiggling wildly like jello for several seconds while her piercings jangled like keys, and Pinkie gave a hip thrust to the air to keep them going a little longer.

“So, Mr. Guard, what’s your name?” she asked, while using her hands to cup and massage her funbags, her heart speeding up both in nervousness and in growing arousal.

“My name? It’s Sandbag Truncheon,” he said, his voice betraying a sense of awkwardness at Pinkie's provocative moves.

“That’s a very mean name, for a nice stallion like you,” she buttered him up, working on her nipples a little with one hand while using the other to caress her swaying sides that she was still brushing with her tail “have you ever thought of changing it to something like ‘Guardian McGuardianpants’? Or ‘Inspecting Touch’?”

“Eh eh, well no, it sounds very authoritative,” he said, his hands twitching “Besides, it’s not like it ever was a problem for me.”

Pinkie started to lightly pinch her nipples, taking care to not hurt herself with the piercings, as she looked at him carefully. Thanks to a change in his trousers’ crotch area she could tell that her work was going somewhere.

She turned around and straightened herself up, unsnapped the skirt's back button, and then she grabbed onto her skirt, pulling it down at a snail’s pace and bending over just as fast. Soon she was mooning him with a curvy, compact butt framed up by a pair of black-and-white cow print panties with pink frills, a unique combination only a well-paid (or generous like Rarity) tailor could’ve accepted to make, and together with her mildly childish leggings they called to attention to just how large it was, how thick, how plain attractive her rump was. She shook her butt a bit, making its cheeks wobble, and smiled coyly while looking back at him. She felt her heart going really fast, her whole body feeling heating up and almost electrified, her head almost weightless, and her pussy leaking a few drops of mare juice past her tampon and into her panties.

Feeling needful, she slapped her large ass with a loud clap, in turn causing herself to moan in appreciation as the pain was immediately converted in pleasure, but, resisting the urge to enjoy herself right then and there, she stood up again, and kicked the skirt aside.

“Well, lookie look, I’m almost ready for my mugshot,” she sing-sang,picking her panties’ hem in her fingers, drumming them against her soft hips, while also smiling sensually. “Better be ready with that camera.”

Sandbag’s face was plastered with the goofiest, dumbest grin Pinkie had ever seen a stallion have. As Pinkie took a few steps closer to the meter, her hands still holding onto her underwear, he rapidly placed himself behind the camera’s lens, his boner obvious by now.

Once she was right next to the meter proper, Pinkie pulled down her panties, lightly stimulating her clit through her piercing, and sloppily kicked them away, then stood straight up.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh, I’m a bad girl getting her mugshot taken in her birthday suit, and I love it!” She thought, her vag glistening in desire “And then everypony at the station will see me like this, and think I’m really a bad girl that needs some straightening and they will make me good by searching me and –”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the camera’s flash. In a quick jump sideways, she put herself in profile, and changed her pose slightly so that her butt could protrude out in spite of her shaky legs and her tail almost arrived to her neck, embarassment bleeding into more arousal and, soon, another flash came.

“W-well, now it’s time for your search,” Sandbag said in a stilted manner, as he shut off the camera and fidgeted his hands at his belt “But I’m willing to do a… more intimate search.”

Pinkie turned around and playfully stuck her tongue out.

“I’m okay with you using your own truncheon to look into me. You totally have it ready to use!” she said, pointing her index at the bulging crotch of his trousers.

“If you say so… you can start by giving me your clothes to look at,” he said, as he loosened his belt.

Pinkie was puzzled for a few seconds, but, once she got what he was thinking, she picked up her panties and gave them. He took the underwear into his hands and, after a few seconds of mock examination by stretching it wide, he placed them near his nose, breathing in and smelling Pinkie’s scent with deep huffs and light groans.

“Smells like… lemon candy. Lemon candy smuggling is a serious offense, you know?” he said, as he dropped the panties “Make a t-like pose, so that I can check for contraband.”

Pinkie first crossed her arms and then, trying to sound as serious as possible in spite of the fit of giggles she wanted to break into, she said, “yes, sir” and did so.

Even just his touch on her fairly smooth skin felt like a feather duster of the angels, his fingers passing on her right arm’s contours with a drumming motion until he found himself nose-first in her armpit, which he smelled into, his warm breath in turn making Pinkie moan in appreciation at the tingling sensation it gave her. He went to her back, using one finger to trace her shoulders to keep the sensation up, and then did much the same to her left arm, though by now he was outright panting in her armpit, while Pinkie’s entire body was lightly shaking in need and want. Going back to her behind, he passed his drumming fingers onto her sides, and she bit her lips while still shaking. Then she felt him coming even closer and something separate her asscheeks and lightly poke her anus, making her gasp in surprise and appreciation, loosening a bit of mare liquid on the floor, as he started to cup and fondle her supple breast and lightly humping her plump butt, all the while she lightly moaned and panted and produced some more mare juice.

“Looks like you have nothing here. I might need to do a cavity search.” he said in a transparently horny voice, as he walked around Pinkie “Now put down your arms and spread your legs.”

She gladly complied, putting her nails in her mouth and stifling chuckles as watched him kneel down and caress her thunderous thighs up to her vagina.

“Oh c’mon, what’s wrong with my coochie?” she said in a whiny voice, moaning right after as her shiny wet labia was spread open with just two fingers.

“Well, there’s this.” he said, as he pulled out her tampon by the cord with one gesture and a “pop”, rapidly sniffing before showing it to her as the swollen ball of mare juice-imbibed ball of cotton it had been reduced into “Lemon candy products are forbidden here. You’re a bad girl, a smuggler, and you need to be punished.”

“Hmpft, I did nothing wrong!” she fake complained, letting herself be bent over on against the wall by Sandbag, her legs spread open to let her asshole to be visible behind the lovely mounds of flesh she had and her needful labia spread wide open to show a soaking wet love canal, her clitoral piercing hanging down like doorknob and her nipple piercings dangling like wind chimes in a faraway city.

He hurriedly removed his trousers and black boxers, which caused his dick to jump out as fast a lightning, enough it produce a whooshing sound. She noted it was uncut, quite long, and was also ready for love, what with the transparent liquid coming out of it and all.

“Oh no, you aren’t going to use your truncheon, aren’t you?” she mockingly said, grinning in a way that made her look as silly as he did, her body almost unable to wait anymore and her head clouded utterly by want.

“Of course I am, smuggling bad girl!” he said, as he kicked his trousers and underwear past the curtain and hopped onto her, poking her asshole’s rim with his very erect dick in a concert of moans, before managing to slide down into her love-ready vagina. At first he gave a couple of weak thrusts, but Pinkie’s walls closed down on it nonetheless.

“Oh my gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked by a guy, how could I have gone so long without?” she thought while moaning and lightly whining at the sensations “Guess being bi has its perks!”

His speed increased as he put his hands on her hips and used his hands to push his rock-hard member deeper and deeper into her, groaning and breathing heavily in pleasure, his precum mixing well with the vaginal fluids that by now were leaking onto the floor creating a lustful puddle that might as well been them. For her part, her clenching only helped in powering up her lust.

“H-have you e-e-ver–“she squealed loudly as he felt him hitting her folds just right, not even paying attention at her wrist’s soreness “t-thought of ca-calling yourself L-Long Truncheon-n?”

“N-no.” he said between groans, his dick jackhammering her a hair’s breadth from her cervix “B-but I might now!”

Pinkie responded by pushing backwards and trying to move to the rhythm with his cock, thought it was difficult, but she still enjoyed it a lot.

With a pleasured roar, Pinkie felt a very warm liquid fill her up oh-so-completely, settling down every fold like rain in a gutter and making her squeal at the sensation.

“He already came? Feels nice… but I want more!” she thought as she realized that her pussy was trying to suck in a dick that was going way too slow to be caught and massaged as proper, until it was left grasping at nothing.

“Oh my Lord… that was amazing!” he said, sighing in appreciation.

“You came into me! And I’m still not punished enough!” she said as she stood up and massaged her wrists. “C’mon, it’s that all you’ve got?”

“Of course not!” he said. “I haven’t given your ass a good check yet!”

Not feeling like hurting her wrists any longer, Pinkie laid down on her belly, using her squished boobs as a chin rest and ensuring her piercings were out of the way, and opened up her legs like a scissor.

Sandbag kneeled and started to lightly touch the clit, making sure to touch the piercing as well, which was enough to make her heart pick back up from when she had left and bringing her back to the point of the climax she had been left off in no time. By now not just her cheeks and crotch, but her entire body was flush and feeling very hot, not that she minded, and her head was feeling outright weightless as she openly giggled and lightly squirmed in place. Her squirming increased as soon as she felt some of his fingers worm themselves inside her butt and massage it, making her sphincter squish and squelch in a way that just aroused even more, causing her vagina to contract in preparation. He suddenly pulled out his fingers from her ass, producing a meaty popping sound, and, still brushing and poking her clitoris every which way, he slowly but surely placed his head closer and closer to her wanting and creamed pussy, creating a tension that made Pinkie whine and squeak like a mouse, feeling his short mustaches’ hair getting closer and closer to her opening, hoping to see more direct, tongue-caused, action soon.

He heavily exhaled with his warm breath right onto her twitching cunt.

That was enough.

“Oooh I’m–” she didn’t finish the sentence, as all her muscles relaxed and electricity traveled all through her, making her sing a high-pitched La note for several seconds. Her body was frozen in appreciation for the warm-and-cold, wet feeling his breathing gave her, and she felt like she could never get enough of it, it kept going on and on, all her tension flowing away into fueling a pleasured state, her vagina leaking the last fluids of the day intermixed with the remaining cum like a faucet.

Just as unexpectedly it arrived the orgasm ended,with a wave of tiredness washing over her body and limbs, and she rested her head on the hard floor withlabored breathing.

“T-that… was amazing! It’s been so long since I’ve done it with a boy, thank you for making me remember how fun and silly a good cock can be!” she said, smiling at him as she kept breathing heavily, not minding the cum sloshing in her body and not yet expelled.

“Oh, don’t you mention it,” he went to pick up his trousers. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to pick up a few tissues and the bathroom keys to clean up our fun mess, and then you will be set to go.”

“Have a nice trip,” Sandbag said, his serious demeanor back up, his mating with Pinkie hidden, thought not entirely, by his scruffed-up uniform.

“And you have a super-duper nice day!” Pinkie said as she took her pursue and left the room into the airport terminal lobby, now looking for Applejack.

After a bit of searching around, she found her sitting at a bar drinking coffee and eating some airport strudel. She looked a bit disheveled, but nothing that worried her.

“AJ, honey! You wouldn’t believe what happened to while being searched!” she said cheerily as she sat down next to her girlfriend.

“Lemme guess, you met a cute guard?” she said curtly.

“Oh, don’t be such a downer. We’re almost going on vacation, the boring part is over!” she said. “What made you frown like this?”

“Yeah, ‘bout that...”

Author's Note

I must say I have no idea what got into me for writing this, but I hope you liked.