Pinkie's New Happy Hiding Place
Keeping Her Happy and Safe
Ponyville was going through a pandemonium of pinkness. While several of the clones were just having fun, there was one that had an idea of their own, so they walked through the city ignoring everything else going on around them, looking for one pony in particular.
The pony that the clone sought wasn't hard to find. Tip of her mane and tail drooping down, slumped down on her haunches by the pond where she originally met Dash towards the beginning of all this. She was drawing frowny faces in the sand, sighing sadly to herself -- unaware of the shadow approaching.
"Hey there me!" the clone greeted, hoping over and giving her a hug, hoping this'd cheer her up at least a little bit.
All Pinkie was able to manage was a pity smile. It was just a gesture to the clone, nothing more, before the corners of her mouth dropped again, and she once more sighed in the depth of her regret. "Yeah... hi, me..." she greeted, sounding bitter not with the clone -- but with herself.
This caused the clone to frown briefly before shaking her head and putting on a smile again. "There's no need to be all sad!"
"But... I messed up..." Pinkie turned her head, glancing in the direction of the town. "Now Ponyville is full of you... me... and I can't do anything to stop me." Dropping her gaze to the sand below, she quietly sniffled. "My friends will never forgive me..."
"I'm sure they'll be able to find a way to fix everything and forgive you!" the clone gave her another hug, leaning her head onto hers.
Pinkie accepted the embrace but didn't return it, down in the dumps as she was. "Why would they..? I thought I could just let clones of me make them all happy. What kind of friend would do that..?"
"A friend who wants to do too much," the clone replied a bit bluntly. "You wanted to make them all happy."
"But I just ended up making everyone -- not even just my friends! -- sad and confused..." She glanced back, but could only bear it a moment. "It's all... kind of chaotic and scary..."
"Well... I can help you deal with that! I can make it so you don't have to deal with anything sad ever again!"
"You... you can?" Pinkie asked, skeptical but with a fragile glimmer of hope in her pretty blue eyes as she looked at the clone. The tiniest bit of posture returned to her back.
"Yeah! But... not here..." The clone looked around for a moment before turning back to the original. "Meet me in our room at Sugar Cube Corner in about 10 minutes," she said before leaning over and giving her a kiss before hopping away.
The original Pinkie felt a loving spark upon being kissed, and she sat there lax -- looking idly into the pond as the minutes ticked by. She couldn't tell if time was speeding up or slowing down. All she knew was that she glanced at the clock of Town Hall more and more frequently. And when finally it ticked to nine minutes, Pinkie got up from her impression in the sand -- trotting with half-hopeful steps towards Sugarcube Corner and up the stairs to her... room...
Inside, the room looked completely different from how she'd left it. For one thing... the bed was completely gone. For another, there were quite a few sex machines and toys of all kinds. And to top off the strangeness, the clone was there waiting for her, with a new body part that hadn't been there before.
For once in a long time, the original Pinkie blushed with sexual reservation. She looked upon it all. The plastic phalluses, the plugs, the "choker," the hair-puller, the vibrators, even... was that a machine used to keep a pony's eyes open..? But most of all, she eyed her clone's succulent pink cock, unable to help licking her lips as she closed the door behind her. Locking eyes with the clone, Pinkie gave a surprisingly soft smile. "This is so super-duper nice of you..." she started. "But... for once, I'm not sure if sex is the answer this time..."
"I promise, it'll definitely help make things better," the clone said, hopping towards her, her cock jiggling and wiggling in the air, wafting a bit of cotton candy musk her way. "Just give it a chance! And if you want to stop after we start, we can!"
"Well..." Pinkie began, at which point she inhaled -- smelling that sweet, yet pungent, cotton candy odor. "B-buck it, it's sexy time!" she relented with a shout, smiling -- if just a little forcedly -- at her clone and eyeing that jiggly pink sausage.
"Knew you'd love it!" the clone grinned, leaping over and giving her original counterpart another hug before stepping away. "But before we get started, we need to get you prepared," she said, walking over to a pleasure rack. "Come over here."
Somewhat shyly, the half-hesitant pink pony approached her clone with a tingle in her hooves. Like a small part of her wanted to run. But more like a really big part of her was excited for whatever sexual thrills the clone had in mind.
The clone helped Pinkie get onto her hind hooves, locking them into place in the rack before chaining her forehooves to the upper part. After that, the clone stepped behind her and suddenly shoved a tube coming out of a nearby potion bottle up her rear. "Aphrodisiac. To help make things REALLY fun," she said with a grin as she watched the bottle empty out into her. Once it was emptied, she pulled the tube out before shoving a large buttplug up her rear.
Pinkie had been too busy gasping and moaning in surprise at the feeling of the warm fluid stuffing her butt. And when she heard that naughty squelch of the plug corking the aphrodisiac within, she thumped her hind legs against the floor and bit her lip. "Ungh... so w-warm..." she moaned despite herself.
"I know, and it'll get even better in a moment," the clone said, rotating the rack so she had prime access to her entrance. "Ready?" she asked, though she shoved into her without waiting for an answer.
Indeed, all poor Pinkie got out was a pathetic, "I- AHH!" A shout of surprise quickly turned to pleasure as the warm aphrodisiac coursed through her body, her pussy a slip-and-slide in moments as the original Pinkie panted dreamily -- hind leg thumping the floor.
"Mmmmm... that's a good girl," the clone said with a grin as she roughly started pounding away, not even giving her any mercy.
"Ohhhh BUCK yes!!" Pinkie cried out, her constantly winking clit an abused hostage of the cock's constant rubbing. Already, to her surprise, the original Pinkie was orgasming, climaxing with a loving clench of the clone's flesh-snake. Even relishing the sound of her clone's balls smacking her crotch-boobs.
"Heh... I see you like this even more than expected," the clone said with a moan as she gave another pump forward, reaching around and smacking her on the rear, making sure not to dislodge the plug within.
if anything, the slap only drove it further in, causing the flesh of the pink pony's ponut to wrinkle with pleasure. The original Pinkie yiped from the spank, shocked by the sudden inclusion of discipline, but she never the less let out another sharp moan as the flared tip of the clone's cock pressed up against her quivering cervix.
"Mmmm..." the clone moaned out as she gave another hard thrust into her, wiggling her rod against the edges of Pinkie's entrance, feeling her rod start to twitch a little bit.
Pinkie let out what was practically a howl of pleasure as she thrust herself back against her clone's hips as best as she could in her compromised position. She panted and drooled, her pussy extremely naughty sounding. As naughty as the sounds leaving her mouth -- including when she pleaded, "Pinkie pretty pleeeeeease cream my pie! I neeeed it!"
"Well, I can't say no to something like that! But okay, only because you asked nicely!" The clone said with a smile as she thrust forward once more before releasing her seed into her, wrapping her hooves around her as if to hold herself in place for the moment.
Warmth exploding inside her and outside too, Pinkie sharply inhaled, tongue going lax and hanging out her mouth as her eyes went ahegao -- melting into the spooning as her womb was pumped full of hot horse spunk.
The clone continued to fill her up for several seconds before reaching over and picking up what looked like a normal dildo. "Magic lets this thing keep going forever," she explained as she flicked a switch before shoving it into her entrance as if to use it to hold the seed within her for now.
"For-EVVVerrrr..?" Pinkie moaned, voice hitching as the toy was shoved within her, hitting all the right buttons of her pink pony pussy. Drool dribbled from her chin as a slight confusion came over her.
"Yup! But don't worry, I'll be back to take it out in, oh... eleven months. You'll see why then!" the clone said, patting her on the head.
Pinkie felt too consumed by the pleasure of the afterglow of her clone's rough fuck-session to know what the implication was. Rather than inquire further, the original party pony merely hummed with deep pleasure - trying to cross her hind legs, as if to get the dildo even deeper inside of her cunt.
The clone rolled the rack over to a pair of arms in the wall, rotating it so she was upside down. "This next part is going to be a real laugh riot! Which I know you'll just love!"
As the blood flowed into her head, Pinkie's already dazed mind was only further muddied as she turned her head to try and focus on the clone. "Laugh riot? Sounds fun..." she chuckled.
"I'm glad it does!" the clone said with a grin as she put the arms against her crotchtits before hitting a button, causing feathers to spring out and the arms to move up and down against her.
"H-hah... aha... w-wai-hai-hai-hait..! Hahahaha, hehehe!" Pinkie laughed and giggled, some concern emerging on her face -- though she couldn't help but laugh and wriggle in pleasure as the feathers tickled and stimulated her dark pink teats.
"Like I said, it's a laugh riot!" The clone said, hitting another button, causing the two arms to start moving just a bit faster as she went to get the next item.
The attached pink pony couldn't help but wriggle her hind legs in the air, her body trying to evade the feathers to no avail. Tears were streaming from Pinkie's eyes from the laughing it continually drew from the party pony. Still, her gaze portrayed some concern as she looked at the clone.
The clone just smiled at her as she brought over the next item. Another dildo, but this one had a tube in the front filled with liquid. "This will probably be your favorite."
Pinkie looked at it there, hovering in front of her muzzle as she laughed and cried from the feather-tickling, her nipples as hard as ice. "Ahahaha... wh-what... hahaha! What is- aha, hehe!"
"Hmmmm.... I think you should find this one out yourself," the clone said with a grin before shoving it into her mouth.
"Wai- MMPH?!" Pinkie suddenly gasped against the faux phallus, fellating it without any prior consent. Her concern seemed to turn to marginal worry even as she felt the aphrodisiac stoke her sexual desire to suck on the cock, however fake it was.
As she sucked on it, the liquid within stirred and slipped out, a couple of drops landing on her tongue. "That's it, keep sucking," the clone encouraged as she watched this.
A part of Pinkie wanted to resist, concern about her situation triggering a quiet alarm bell in her head, realizing that even if she wasn't enjoying herself, she couldn't audibly express it. And yet, the encouragement felt innocent enough that the party pony opened her jaw and began to bob her head on the fake cock.
The more she bobbed her head, the more the liquid within stirred, and the more the tip at the end opened up, causing more of the aphrodisiac within to enter her lips. "Keep going, just a bit more," the clone said, patting her on the cheek.
Pinkie cooed with confusion and pleasure, the warm and sweet liquid making her cheeks bulge before she swallowed, flushing the heat throughout her body as it was taken into her stomach. She laughed more against the phallus, her every inhale a deep, visceral suck on the machine.
It wasn't much longer before the slit at the end of the false rod was open all the way, each suckle causing huge mouthfuls of the liquid to enter the rest of her body, mixing with the aphrodisiac that entered her body earlier from the other end.
Each suck required the pink pony to swallow another dollop of the warm fluid, pumping it down her throat. And the force of her swallow pulled another mouthful of the aphrodisiac into her muzzle, dribbling down her chin as she struggled to swallow between laughs, belly swelling with the aphrodisiac.
The clone placed her forehooves on Pinkie's belly, giving it loving rubs to help the aphrodisiac spread throughout her body even more. As she continued to suckle, the false rod within her mouth started to throb a bit.
As the machine twitched in her mouth, Pinkie couldn't help but feel the urge to suck it off. The warmth in her belly spread through her bowels, and she writhed with confused pleasure as the aphrodisiac went full circle. Flooding her guts. Making her feel like a volcano of need.
It only took a few more suckles before the dildo spewed what was left of the liquid down her throat in a faux orgasm.
The pink pony was forced into swallowing it, filling her tummy to the brim as her chin dripped with the warm pink fluid. Finally, the pony was able to catch her breath -- between laughs, of course.
The clone pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside now that it was empty. "One final touch, and then I think you'll be ready to be put away for now," she said, reaching over and picking up a specialized mask.
The original panted, drooling a mix of lustful liquids as she looked in her haze vaguely at the mask. Trying to make out the details, which was difficult, what with the cloud over her mind, low of oxygen from the constant laughing and giggling, which didn't seem to stop.
"Don't worry about what this looks like. It's just something to keep you even more occupied," the clone said as she strapped the mask onto her before hitting some buttons on it. Her eyes got covered up, locking her in complete darkness. Same thing with her ears, making it so she could no longer hear anything. Some tubes entered her nose, pumping aphrodisiac gas into her, but over her mouth, there were just enough holes to let her breathe.
As she was plunged into darkness and deafness, the original party pony quivered with both pleasure and fear. What had the clone meant by "put away"..? What was going on..? She wasn't entirely convinced she enjoyed this anymore, yet her body disagreed, orgasming for the seventeenth time as she breathed in the incredibly arousing scent.
"And now for the finishing touches," the clone said, more for herself than for the party pony as she hit two final buttons. Two things happened in quick succession, almost at the same time. First, a draconic barbed dildo suddenly sprang out, piercing her skull and her brain before pulling back out, leaving nothing intact in its wake. And second, several tiny hands came out and gripped her neck, making it almost impossible to breathe, but letting her stay conscious at the same time.
Behind the mask, Pinkie's eyes could have popped and neither the clone nor Pinkie would know. In an instant, her resistance was squashed, and she melted into a dumb happiness, giggling and laughing stupidly, trying to bring down her hooves to move the things away from her neck, but alas her forehooves were pinned firmly in place. Strawberry jam leaked from her head as she twitched in each of her movements, her motor system shot. Permanently.
The clone grinned in response to seeing this stepping away. "And now you're perfect." She pat Pinkie on the stomach before stepping away. "You'll never be sad again," she added as she hit a button, causing the room to retract into the floor, the normal decor of the room returning. To an outside observer, it'd seem like nothing happened at all.
Under the floorboards -- which were just far enough away that she couldn't kick them even if she wanted to -- a pink pony writhed with rock-hard teats, two plugged holes, brain trauma, difficulty breathing, and... a little spark of life, deep in the runny cunny of the dummy who thought all this incredibly funny.
The clone grinned to herself as she left the room. With the original gone, now it was up to her to whip the others into shape. After all, there was a difference between having fun and what they were doing.
* * *
Eleven months later, under the floor of the top room in Sugarcube Corner, the pony under the floor was little more than a vegetable. Her laughing was no longer just from the tickling. No -- the time alone, stimulated as she was, had broken her mind. She had gone mad in all the pleasure -- only vaguely aware of the warm tenderness she felt in the swollen belly she didn't get the chance to see.
As she continued to laugh and wiggle, the area around her moved up, signified by a mechanical noise that she couldn't hear. A moment later, though, one of the ear covers retracted into the mask, and she heard her first noise since she'd been stuck here. "And how has my patient been doing? Enjoying herself, I hope."
It took the original Pinkie no time at all. Ear twitching -- and the rest of her body following suit -- she laughed madly and gave an insane nod. "Tickle, haha! Tickle, then giggle, then cummies!" she exclaimed, slobbering all over the outside of the mask as she spoke -- huffing more of the arousing gas.
"I'm really glad," the clone said with a grin as she walked over to her entrance. "I was doing some thinking though, and it probably does get a bit lonely all by yourself. So I'm going to give you a companion to share in this joy!" As she spoke, she pulled out the dildo that kept her entrance sealed up nice and tight.
Pinkie probably only understood a quarter of the words the clone used, but she did make out the words "lonely," "share," and "joy," which caused her indeed to convulse in joy as the toy was pulled from her -- causing her to give a hearty, laughing orgasm. An orgasm that had enough strength to push a certain new member of the world out from Pinkie's womb and into her slip and slide of a birth canal.
Once the newborn was out, the clone jammed the toy back into place, stopping the orgasm and sealing the rest of the juices up within her body. She reached over and pulled one of the arms away, adjusting its position so that both arms were tickling the same tit as she picked up the new pony.
The foal shivered, now with no womb to warm it -- its eyes still unable to open. But there was no mistake: it was another Pinkie! "G-goo..." it pitifully whimpered as it was picked up.
Pinkie shuddered with insane pleasure as the toy was stuffed back into her recently-used birth canal. She strained for breath as she writhed against her restraints, her head hazy and dumb and lusty.
"Shhhh.... don't worry little one, you'll be close to your momma for a long time," the clone said, gently petting the foal a bit as she placed it against Pinkie's free tit, holding it in place with one hoof as she used her other to bring up a smaller version of the pleasure rack.
As the little foal fondled upon its mother's teat, the clone got a brief glance at something: a tiny little coinpurse on the foal. It -- or rather, he -- latched onto the dark pink hard teat, suckling at his mommy's melon, from which squirted milk. Pinkie shuddered, laughing with what seemed to be some genuine happiness, as if a small part of her could feel the spirit of her child suckling from her.
The clone grinned, gently rubbing his coinpurse with a hoof as she strapped it into the rack, some tiny arms popping out and rubbing along it as he was now secure in place. She stepped back to watch her handiwork for a moment.
The foal seemed to giggle against his own giggling mother as his body was explored and probed, searched for all the best spots to tease him. His underarms and itty bitty sack seemed to answer that question as he and his mother writhed in laughter against one another.
"Such a loving family," the clone said with a grin, patting the foal on the head for a moment before reaching over and hitting the button, sending the two of them back down.
And within a matter of seconds, the room was still and quiet -- the original Pinkie and her son never to be seen again as they fell into happy, loving insanity together.
