PSA

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Comedy, Profanity, Random, Pinkie Pie, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 3235

In desperate need of some sweet, sensual relief, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash try something a bit unorthodox...

While most mares don't find anything wrong with having a wild fling here or there, things aren't so simple for the Elements of Harmony. With amorous itches they desperately wish to scratch, mired in the depths of estrus, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash resort to something somewhat unbecoming of two heroes of Equestria. The good news is that they may just get what they want - the bad news is that they won't know who it's from...

Kinks Include: Oral, Rimming, Anonymous Sex, Public Use, Exhibitionism, Anal, Creampies, Squirting, and Sweet Satisfaction...

Artwork by WeLost (Twitter @WeLoost)
Edit by Zippy (Twitter @ZippySqrl)

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Published 2023-09-20 20:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2023-09-20 20:50:03 UTC

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“This has got to be the dumbest idea ever,” Dash groused, wriggling in place and attempting to make herself comfortable.

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “It’s not that bad.”

“Says - Nnnph you! It’s embarrassing enough to be stuck in these things!” Dash protested. “If somepony doesn’t come around quick, I’m getting out of here…”

“Dash, be patient,” Pinkie encouragingly insisted. “We’ve only been here for a few minutes ~ besides, what’s so embarrassing about it?”

“Gee - I don’t know, maybe the fact that anypony and everypony who trots by will know who we are!” Dash bleated.

Shaking her head, Pinkie flicked her tail. “Nuh-uh! Twilight said that we’ll be anonymous! Nopony will know who we are!”

“Pinkie, for buck’s sake, our cutie marks aren’t even covered,” Dash groaned.

Pinkie shrugged, only then realizing that her friend had made a valid point. “They still might not know for sure! You know how so many cutie marks look similar.”

With a disgruntled snort, Dash rested her head on her folded forelegs. “Whatever you say, Pinkie…”

She’d done a number of harebrained things before, from trying to singlehoofedly take down a full-grown dragon to trying to seduce and distract Zephyr Breeze at the Canterlot castle, but her current endeavor had to take the cake. It was pure coincidence that Pinkie Pie and herself had gone into heat at the same time, both suffering through the hormonal agony of estrus, and she’d thought that they’d have to weather it in the typical fashion - fortunately or unfortunately for the both of them, Twilight had taken pity on them both and offered a solution for their dilemma. Instead of rubbing themselves or possibly shacking up with a stallion for some much-needed relief, they could volunteer to test the Princess’ newest invention - The Box.

The Box was a contraption that was as simple as it was depraved. Looking not unlike a trash can, albeit slightly larger, the receptacle was designed to accommodate a mare and leave their hindquarters exposed - of course that meant they’d be virtually helpless to stop anypony from taking advantage of them, but Twilight insisted that was just the point. The concept meant that single mares in heat could get their lecherous itch scratched without having to bother with the embarrassment of dating or awkwardly approaching a stallion for a one-night stand.

Dash was snapped from her thoughts as she felt her marehood involuntarily wink. “Do…do you think it’s obvious what we’re here for?”

“Of course it’s obvious, silly,” Pinkie laughed. “Considering how wet you are, a stallion would have to be crazy to miss how worked up you are.”

Though she had no means of checking how absurd she must have looked, Dash could easily picture the scene. Her ass, much like Pinkie’s tush, was protruding from the top of the box she hid inside and was left to the mercy of any passersby. The only silver linings were that the crate wasn’t as uncomfortable as she’d initially thought it would be and that there was a chance she might actually trot away from the stupid experiment with some sense of satisfaction - she hoped.

“I swear to Celestia, I’m only…” She trailed off and reflexively looked back, hearing hooffalls approaching from behind her.

“You’re only what, Dash?” Pinkie pressed. “Only gonna - Eeep!”

She squeaked and flinched as something, a hoof from the feel of it, caressed her upturned rump. Had somepony decided to stop and inspect her, possibly thinking there couldn’t possibly be a real tooshie appearing out of a bin? Maybe she was being visited by the first of what would hopefully be several stallions bold enough to take advantage of her? In the end, it was anypony’s guess as to whom had come over to check her out, but she was going to make her intentions known all the same.

“Yoohoo,” Pinkie called, wiggling her hips as much as she could. “Could that be a big, beefy stud who’s ready to make an eclair out of my fanny?”

A snort of what she assumed was approval or arousal, possibly both, was all the reply she got - that was before the hoof was removed from her rear. A pang of concern struck her, making her think that she may have done something wrong, but it only lasted for a fleeting second. Both feeling and hearing someone sniffing at her backside, she grinned.

As she flagged her fluffy tail, her imagination ran wild. She could see it now, some beefy stallion inspecting her goods like she was a cut of meat, and the mental image was enough to make her drool from both ends. The thrill of it all, of having no earthly idea what would happen to her, caused her blood to run hot.

“Just in case you were wondering,” she continued, unable to suppress her enthusiasm, “I’ve got everything cleaned and lubed up for you…”

Her mysterious potential paramour grunted as something slammed into the top of the crate she was in. She’d be the first to confess she wasn’t a rocket scientist, but it wasn’t hard for her to figure out what was going on - not for the least of which reasons being the large, thick, hot slab of flesh that came to settle in the cleft of her ass. Giggling like a schoolfilly, she savored the sensation of a stallionhood gliding over her pucker and snatch.

Dash’s temper flared while she listened to the exchange. “H…hey, what’s the hold up?!” she blared. “If you’re gonna just stand there, just take a picture and get out of - no, wait, don’t take a picture! Just buck me already!”

While she cherished Pinkie and considered her a sister, it was annoying to have somepony choose her friend over herself. She was as fit as a fiddle, athletic and in her prime, so why in the world would a stallion choose the pudgy party pony over herself?! Any stud with an ounce of sense would go for her straight away, seizing the once in a lifetime opportunity to rail a mare like her!

“So are you - d…don’t sniff it!” she squawked.

Hot breath washed over her slavering entrance, sending an excited shiver up her spine. Given her scent and as drenched as she was, anypony trotting past, be they a stallion or otherwise, would easily be able to tell that she was in the throes of estrus - with that in mind, her patience was running thin. This wasn’t some passionate encounter with flowers and a candlelit bed - her butt was sticking out of a little dumpster and was just asking to be stuffed!

To her mercy, be it out of pity or eagerness, the unnamed stud didn’t smell her for long. Her hair stood on end, her heart skipped a beat, and a guttural groan escaped her, as a tongue ran between her lower lips. Though she’d fully expected to get screwed, she wasn’t about to complain about a bit of foreplay.

“You ok over there Das - er - friend?” Pinkie shouted, having only barely prevented herself from giving her companion’s identity away.

“Just fine,” Dash moaned. “Hey, don’t forget the clit, playcolt.”

The stallion shifted, dipping his head and wrapping his lips around the delicate bud of flesh. Bolts of pleasure surged through her, elevating her groan to a whimper of delight. Buck yes - this is what she’d signed up for! Trying and failing to buck back against his face, loving every second of what he had to offer, she shivered from head to hoof.

Pinkie scrunched her snout, listening to the passionate goings on only a few feet from her. She’d been pleased as punch that somepony was interested in her, and she was looking forward to getting plowed, yet the fact that her partner wasn’t as zealous as Dash’s would-be lover rubbed her the wrong way. Loudly clearing her throat, she flipped her tail to the side and gave her stud a small brush on the face.

“Hey - um - if you’re into cake, how about you give mine a taste,” she suggested, keeping her hooves crossed that he’d take the bait.

After what felt like a small eternity of pensive silence, her patience was rewarded. She always had been and likely always would be a derriere devotee, loving nothing more than when her ponut got affection, so the sensation of having her pucker kissed brought a smile to her face. With her tail up and out of the way, giving him full access to her goods, she closed her eyes and let her fantasies run wild.

Darned if she could explain why, but nothing quite beat the feeling of somepony making out with her tushie. The feeling of his tongue running around her rim and probing her depths, the sensation of his lips on her backside, the way he quietly groaned as he ate her ass - honestly, they were all perfect. Her hushed groans mingled with Dash’s stifled, hitched breaths, filling the air with the quiet melody of their bliss.

Dash couldn’t have been happier. Not only had some stud come along before long, but he seemed happy as heck to be lapping at her nethers - an act that was somewhat contentious among stallions. Steadily inching closer and closer to her limit, having spent several months with only her hoof to satisfy herself, she found herself approaching a crossroads. If she didn’t do something and do something fast, she was about to give the unseen stud an unexpected baptism of juices.

“W…wait,” she croaked, fearing she was about to make a mistake. “As happy as I am that you wanted an appetizer, how about we move on along and to the main course.”

Her suggestion was more of a statement than a question, though there was no guarantee that he was going to take it to heart. Holding her breath and waiting, praying she hadn’t just turned him away, she felt the bin shake when he mounted it. This was it, she was finally going to get what she’d been craving since the beginning of her heat! He chuckled behind her, hotdogging his length between her buns, and brought the fat, blunt tip of his stallionhood to her pucker.

Instinctively glancing back and realizing she still couldn’t see anything, she pursed her lips. “Don’t get any wise ideas, buster. Pinkie might be a butt slut, but I’m - Oh buck!”

Without any fanfare or warning whatsoever, he drove his hips forward and sank his tool into her behind. She’d initially thought it was silly that Twilight insisted they both be ready for anything, giving them both lube before shutting Pinkie and herself in their respective crates, but she considered herself lucky she’d fully prepared herself. Clenching her jaw and wincing, trying and failing to relax, she slowly exhaled through gritted teeth.

“E…easy,” she wheezed. “It’s n…not like I’m going anywhere!”

It quickly became evident that he wasn’t going to take her words to heart, either ignoring her or not hearing her clearly through her plastic confines. Rocking back within her bin, picturing her backdoor being drawn out by his backstroke, she grunted when he plunged into her a second time. She might not have been the biggest fan of anal, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“At - Aaah - at least get me off while you’re rutting my butt!” she pleaded.

To her astonishment, she felt the soft touch of magic on her marehood. Bucking score! The stallion she’d wound up getting plowed by was a unicorn! With a bead of saliva creeping past her lips and down to her chin, she breathed a sigh of relief and sensed the tension gradually bleeding from her body. Yeah, she could definitely work with this.

For the second time over a very brief period, Pinkie’s patience was tested. Her stud was toying with her, taking his sweet time with getting down to business, which did nothing to alleviate the deep ache radiating through her nethers. Whining to herself and visibly pouting, even though a soul couldn’t see it, uselessly squirmed and did her best to be patient.

Moments before she was going to complain, having opened her mouth to politely ask the stallion to screw her already, the unnamed stud rocked his hips back and plunged into the slick, velvety confines of her ass. She wouldn’t have minded if he’d started hammering away at her right out of the gate, yet he took a slow, almost romantic approach to sating himself with her.

With glacial speed, he hilted his stallionhood, gave a contented groan, and set to plowing her. The sensation was everything she’d wanted and more - made even better by just how naughty the circumstances were. He could have been anypony, from a married stud like Filthy Rich to a prominent bachelor like Prince Blueblood - frankly, there would be no way for her to know whom her mysterious lover was!

Fixating on her bliss, she rhythmically clenched and relaxed her well-trained pucker. The silken, pronounced entrance of her ass was larger than that of most mares, enlarged by frequent use, and she’d put its skill against any marehood in Equestria. She fought his backstrokes, constricting around him as he withdrew, and sighed when he drove his length into her. Twilight may not have been right about everything, but darned if this hadn’t been an incredible idea.

“Don’t be afraid to get rough,” she chirped, trembling in glee. “I want you to fill me up like an eclair - well, an eclair or maybe a cream-filled donut! Now that I think about it, eclairs and donuts are basically - Mmmnf!”

Her diatribe was cut short when he gave her a particularly brutal thrust. Maybe her suggestion had turned him on, or perhaps he’d grown tired of listening to her ramble - whichever the case may be, he gave her what she wanted. As she lifted and bit down on her forehoof to keep herself quiet, her ears twitched and drank in the obscene symphony just outside.

Plap Plap Plap

Huff

Schlorp Squick Schlorp

“Aaaaaaghn!”

Though it was faint, she could hear every meaty, indecent noise Dash, herself, and their studs were making. The noise alone would have been enough for her to get off to, yet it was just the icing on the cake. With her guts rearranged and her clit beaten against by the stallion’s swaying, heavy balls, she skyrocketed to her inevitable release.

Dash’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she found herself teetering on the brink. Ordinarily speaking, as with most things in her life, she would have at least attempted to outlast Pinkie Pie - sadly, the circumstances were anything but ordinary. Her inexperience with anal, the assault on her clit, and dwelling on the fact that she was, for all intents and purposes, being used like a living, breathing sex-toy wrought rapturous havoc upon her. As the stallion railing her gave her flank a smack, adding just a touch of pain to her pleasure, she was undone.

It was a good thing that she was trapped within the bin - even then, she wouldn’t have been surprised if half of the town heard her howling to the heavens. Climactic nectar gushed from her pussy, undoubtedly painting the stud’s groin and hind leg before flowing down the side of her plastic prison. The sheer power of her orgasm was unimaginable, better than if the stallion had been using her marehood, and it made her question if Pinkie was onto something about backdoor shenanigans.

The stallion using her didn’t slow - if anything, her climax seemed to have spurred him on. He grunted and fucked her with reckless abandon, pistoning in and out of her ass without a shred of concern for her, and she was given no time to recover. Even though she’d just cum, she could feel herself rebound and go sailing toward a second orgasm.

Hearing Dash scream out was the final nail in Pinkie’s coffin. All but spasming within her bin, she joined her friend at the gates of rapture. Lube and pre-cum oozed from her battered pucker, mingling with the climactic juices erupting from her snatch. Though it was a silly, transient thought, she sure hoped that Twilight had made the sexy-time receptacles easy to clean!

From an outsider’s perspective, the scene was one of shameless indulgence. While only their hindquarters were visible, the wailing and fountains of marish nectar from both Pinkie and Dash made it painfully obvious that they were having the time of their lives. The cacophony of the bins jostling and the drumbeat of flesh against flesh quickly drew in a crowd of curious onlookers, some of whom stayed and formed a queue in the hopes of having a turn. In short, the spectacle made quite the stir.

It wasn’t until Dash had weathered her third orgasm, feeling lightheaded and drunk on pleasure, that she sensed the stud beginning to flare. One definite silver lining of getting her butt fucked was that she wouldn’t have to worry about getting knocked up by the heated exchange. Relishing his frantic pace, groans, and the feeling of his cock-head scraping her insides, she brayed when the first shots of his essence flowed into her depths.

By happenstance or intervention from Discord, the stallion screwing Pinkie came seconds after his advantageous associate. Cursing and driving his stallionhood as deeply as possible, nearly clamoring onto the bin to fully sheath himself, he pumped his seed into the pink party pony’s plush pastel posterior. To say Pinkie loved anal would be an understatement, but there was one thing she adored more than the act itself - the creamy finish. The influx of rich, virile jizz flooding her guts made her squeal with glee.

It didn’t take long for the stallions to recuperate, waiting just long enough for their dicks to soften. As the studs hopped off and trotted away, spunk spurted and dribbled from the mare’s backsides. Like a pair of vending machines in high demand, they were barely able to catch their breath before another duo of prospective clients trotted forward.

Try as they might, the mares couldn’t control the obscene noises they made. Their gaped backdoors grasped needily at nothing, periodically farting cum while their marehoods winked and leaked juices over themselves and the bins containing them. Even in the most sinful of brothels, the sight and sound of them could have made a seasoned whore blush.

“W…wait,” Dash shouted, hearing what had to be two more studs approaching. “Pinkie, you ok?”

Weakly coughing, Pinkie reflexively looked in Dash’s direction. “Y…yeah.”

“You wanna go another round?” Dash called.

“Yes - Cough - please…” Pinkie dreamily responded.

With the green light given, unwilling or unable to control themselves, the stallions mounted the bins, got into position, and began plowing the duo of public-use ponies. Was it indecent for two Elements of Harmony to volunteer to be all but literal cum-dumsters? Yes. Did anypony of the studs in the line know who they were about to plow? Almost certainly. Were Pinkie or Dash ashamed of what they were doing? Absolutely not. From that point onward, whenever they’d feel a particularly amorous yearning, they had a novel and pleasant way to get some sensual satisfaction…