The Thin Line

Chapters

Old Time's Sake
En Route to Excitement
Kinks and Scratches

Old Time's Sake

The Thin Line Chapter 1

*This is a clopfic. Be advised it is NSFW. Now enjoy*

People look at life in many different ways, with many different lines. But there is one line in particular we humans obsess over, especially our young adults and fandoms. This is the line between the bedroom and the rest of the world. The ways of the world are written in stone, rarely changed, and almost always there. But the ways of the bedroom are very general, and then you form your own fetishes and blaze your path from there. For most people, this line is extremely thick, only thinning after you have known and loved someone for a long time. But some people’s lines have been thinned over time...

This is the story of a certain pink anthro in a certain small town. Her metaphorical line had been singed and cut by her father’s and brothers’ abuse. Thus, when she was relocated by Social Services to live with the Cakes in Ponyville, she expected this abuse to be present, and even presented herself to Mr. Cake on several occasions. The young couple gave Pinkie the talk, and she finally understood more about the world and its lines.

As a teen, people spread rumors about her being a bitch in bed, and she didn’t like it. She proved that she wasn’t a bitch, but she did prove that she was crazy in bed when she rode a stallion with such skill, everyone wanted to be with her. She got a steady boyfriend, Time Turner, and they stayed together through high school. She left him after catching him cheating. Finally, she began working with the Cakes, and met her best friends.

Pinkie skipped down the stairs, humming as she went. When she reached the bottom, she checked the door sign. It said that the shop was closed at the moment, so she flipped it and started making donuts. She felt an itch, adjusted her panties under her short skirt, and squirmed. Lately she had been feeling more and more uncomfortable. She should probably ask Twilight about that.

She stood behind the counter with a wide, fake smile. Even she wasn’t immune to the morning. Mrs. Cake came down and greeted her. She responded appropriately, and felt another itch. This one she didn’t scratch. She picked up a cupcake and licked the frosting off. “If you’re going to do that, eat the whole thing.” Her surrogate mother said.
“Fine, Mom.” She took a large bite and wiggled her tail cutely. Mrs. Cake giggled.

The door-opening bells chimed, and a customer walked in. Pinkie turned, only to end up with a gasp. “Ti- Time Turner?” She managed to say breathlessly. Her face was so full of surprise, even the most naive person could see it. She appeared behind him and shouted in his ear “Time Turner!” At this, he snorted indignantly. Pinkie’s happiness dropped. “I’m here to buy a chocolate cake.” He said in a formal tone. Hearing his fancy voice raised Pinkie’s smile again, and she appeared back behind the counter.

Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened, and she had to suppress a snicker. Through the tailhole of Pinkie’s dress, she could see her panties. There was a large stain, growing wider as Time Turner talked. Is she getting off on his voice? She thought. Still suppressing laughter, she quickly ran upstairs.

Pinkie had trouble suppressing her moans of pleasure as Time Turner talked. She hadn’t been with him in so long, and had forgot what his voice did to her. She used to have to wear maxi-pads just to get through the day. “How have you been, Timey Wimey?” She blurted out. He looked bewildered at her for a second, then said, “I’ve been good, Pinkie. I’m afraid to say I’ve been focusing on my career.”

“Well why would you be afraid to say that, silly?” She said in her brightest Pinkie voice. “No, Pinkie, I’m not actually afraid to say it, it’s just a figure of speech.”

Pinkie appeared beside him once more. “Well I’ll get that chocolate cake for you then...” She said, her voice low. Time Turner Looked confused for a moment, then it dawned on him. “Missed me, huh?” He said, a smile on his face. She didn’t answer and simply walked behind the counter, beat some ingredients, and put the mixture in the oven. She set the time to 20 minutes and turned back to him.Time Turner winked at her.

Sweeping her off her feet and into his arms, he carried Pinkie upstairs to the hall. “Where’s your room, you dirty Pink Seductress.” She pointed to the room next to the open bathroom, and he walked through. Giggling, Pinkie began unbuttoning her short skirted uniform with her hands. Reaching the third button, her great big breasts broke free. Time leaned in and licked a nipple. Pinkie gasped and shivered. “No bra, eh Pinkie?” Pinkie responded, “Nope, they’re too constricting. Plus I get marks from them.” Time put her down on the small bed, and she finished unbuttoning. She waved.

He answered her call and kissed her. She playfully flicked her tongue across his, and he pushed into her mouth. She answered strongly, pushing into his mouth. She rubbed her tongue along every inch of her mouth, stopping at his tongue. He pushed back in and did the same, only she kept tasting his tongue. Her hands pulled his shirt up, and they separated for him to get it off. She whined, loathing the pause.

His hands squeezed her breasts gently, and her hands wandered his muscled light brown chest. She moaned into his mouth. He pulled back, and she was pulling her skirt down, not bothering with the button. He pulled off his jeans to reveal his plain blue boxers. He looked at her, and noticed her soaked panties. He smirked, “Glad to see I still have that effect on you.” She blushed, and pulled off the panties, throwing them to the wall. She begged him, “Talk to me baby, you know it gets me so wet.” So he complied, reading a digital clock manual from his memory.

But she wasn’t listening to the words. Only how he said them, the delicious accent making her mouth water, and her pussy too. He slipped out of his boxers as he spoke to a mindless creature of lust. They fell to the ground, and revealed his brown dick. It was a large 8 inches of rock hard erection. he finished a paragraph and she opened her eyes. She saw him, fully naked on her bed, and wanted him. She pushed him over, the way she used to, and mounted him.

He leaned up to her, and she kissed him. As their tongues wrestled, Pinkie lined up her shot and let her lower half drop. He gasped into her mouth and she moaned into his, and they were connected.

She pulled up her upper half, essentially sitting on him pussy down. She smiled and began to lift herself and rock back and forth. As he hit her g-spot, she bit her lip. She leaned back down, pecked him on the lips, and flipped. Now her pussy was filled, and her ass was in Time’s face. He looked at the fabulous ass, and squeezed it. She squealed, and he spread her cheeks, looking at her asshole.

It was perfectly clean, in every way a pristine pink asshole. Spontaneously, he took one of his fingers, stick it in his mouth to wet it, and shoved it into her ass. She moaned almost instantly, and he put in his middle finger along with it. He began slowly inserting each of his fingers, until he had all five. He then began pushing further, and soon he had his whole hand inside of Pinkie. Through all of this she had paused in her rocking and focused on his hand.

Time felt around inside of Pinkie. The tunnel of muscle was straight in the beginning, and clear of any feces. Although he was stretching it to fit inside, it felt as if his fist was meant to be there. He pushed farther, his wrist going in smoothly as Pinkie began rocking again, pushing his fist farther in, then coming a bit out. Finally, he felt a bit of shit. He stretched out his fingers, making Pinkie moan as they rubbed her walls. He grabbed the shit, and pulled it out. He licked it, sneered and shoved his hand far inside of Pinkie, where he left the crap at the first turn.

She began to go up and down very quickly, making him shudder with pleasure. She thought of the pleasure he had given her, and got an idea. She reached under Time Turner, grabbed his sides, and said, “Missionary.” He smiled and supported himself as she flipped both of them. As they hit the bed, he rammed into her, making her gasp with pleasure. But it wasn’t the climax-hitting scream. Not yet.

Time began thrusting with all his might, and kissed Pinkie. She licked her lips mid-kiss, and pushed his head down. He was now nestled in her supreme bosom. They bounced around his head, and he smiled. As he was distracted, Pinkie reached up to Time Turner’s ass. She squeezed his cheeks, him still smiling stupidly, and stuck three fingers into his ass. That made him lean up like a surprised dog. She began fingering him in the ass, him still thrusting, and he squirmed in her grasp. Finally, he came.

The first sign was when he began slowing down. He would thrust, come back out, get impaled by her fingers, moan, and thrust again. He then panted into her ear, his ass in the air. He jizzed in her, shaking as he did it. Pinkie’s face scrunched up, and she pulled her fingers out. She smelled them, looked away with disgust, and threw Time off. He looked confused at her, then it dawned on him. “You didn’t-”

“No, I didn’t cum. You couldn’t make me cum. You finished first. Congratulations, you won the race!” She said, anger on her face. “Do you know the rule for this. It’s a general rule across Equestria, but of course ‘this has never happened to you before.’” He looked at her shamefully, regretting that he couldn’t have held it for the full 20 minutes.

There was a loud beep! beep! throughout the house. “Great, now I have to go decorate your cake!” She pulled on her uniform very loosely and walked downstairs, making sure the shutters were closed and the sign said closed.She pulled the cake out of the oven, and took the frosting out. Then, Pinkie proceeded to spread it over the cake, not making it special in any way, because she was mad at him. When she finished, she licked frosting off the utensil.

Time Turner looked around, waiting for Pinkie to return to the room. The sooner, the better... He thought. According to others, going down on mares was supposed to be terrible. But he would push through it, because a mad Pinkie was the worst Pinkie there was. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and prepared himself accordingly. He kneeled before the closed door.

Pinkie opened the door to find Time Turner naked, kneeling on the floor. “Mistress Pinkie, I’m sorry for my transgression. I hope we can resolve our problem quickly and accordingly.” Pinkie smiled mischievously. “Mistress Pinkie, eh? I like the sound of that. From now on, address me as Mistress Pinkie or Pink Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress”

“Now, crawl over here.” She shut the door as he crawled on his hands and knees, his cock dangling. It was still hard; he was enjoying this. He reached in front of Pinkie and looked up hopefully. She smiled back at his hopeful face, and said, “Now go up on me.” He looked confused yet again, and then got it. He leaned up, still on his knees, and licked Pinkie’s outer lips.

They were still wet from earlier, and it tasted delectable! He didn’t understand why men wouldn’t want to do this every day! He continued to tease her outer lips, and she moaned in anticipation. Then with one swift transition, he stuck his tongue deep into her depths. She shuddered at the touch of the instrument of her wetting: his tongue. He licked up and down her cunt, and hit her pleasure button.

She yelped with sudden pleasure, then he did it again, and she moaned deeply. He smiled, his face covered in Pinkie’s sexual juices. This was almost as intense as actually penetrating her, and Pinkie would’ve agreed wholly. He licked as deep into her as he could go, and fingered her clitoris.

She shuddered, and he moved his mouth up to her clitoris, moving the hand underneath. He began to insert it like before, one finger at a time. Finally, his fist was filling her. He fucked her with his fist, and she liked it. She couldn’t stand much longer. She managed to grunt, “Falling,” before she fell on her side, him following and still fisting her. She came violently, as if she was having a seizure,

He backed off and watched her shake and roll on the floor. Typical Pinkie. Of course she would do this while cumming. She was moaning and screaming like a dragon. He sat on the bed and pulled on his boxers and jeans. Pinkie still screaming, he picked up her panties. He sniffed deeply. They were the most pleasant smelling thing ever, so he put them in his pocket.

“Want something to remember Mistress Pinkie, eh?” She said. Then he felt a tug on his tail. He turned, and saw a glimpse of pink. “Pink---?” He started to say, before there was a thump resounding in his head and everything went black.

Pinkie hummed happily, with a fresh set of panties on. She grabbed a piece of toast and walked through the door under the stairs. She walked down the dark, deep stairs. Flicking the light switch she knew the location of by heart, it was a normal cellar. Then she went to the far wall, and knocked a series of times. A secret passage opened, and she walked through that as well.

This room was not dark. It was dim, but not dark. There was a low pink throughout it, and it was barely enough to see. The room was full of a series of medical beds, as if it was a hospital. Pinkie nibbled the crust of the toast as she skipped to the far side of the room. On the last bed, there was a figure. “Pinkie! Let me go!” the figure said. “Oh, Timey Wimey, I told you to call me Mistress Pinkie!” She replied angrily.

En Route to Excitement

The Thin Line Chapter 2

*Contains NSFW Content. Be advised*

Time Turner opened his eyes suddenly to find himself laying in a bed. He turned his head both ways, examining the low, pink lighted room he was in. Time Turner was in the last in a long series of hard, uncomfortable beds. To his right was a wall, and to his left the rest of the beds in a long corridor. He could see the end, which was another wall. It seemed there was no entrance to where he was, leading him to believe magic was involved.

As he finished examining the hallway, he remembered his last morning. he struggled to get out of bed, and yelled “Pinkie!” He looked down at his hands and hooves, and saw that they were strapped down with restricting brown leather. He then realized that the morning he shared with Pinkie hadn’t been yesterday. She had visited him the day after, and did nothing but talk to him about the mistake he made when they were teenagers.

Pinkie Pie skipped happily on her way to the Ponyville Train Station, thinking of what city she should go to. Canterlot had a good stock of stallions, but then again any number of them would be sorely missed. Another option was Las Pegasus, but that wasn’t the best of towns to sneak an unconscious body out of. She decided she would go to Manehattan, the island city.

It was perfect for bagging bodies and sneaking them out with boats. Now the only thing left to do was take the train. She stopped skipping at a tree, and moved aside a bush in front of it. Reaching deep into the tree hole, she grabbed a colorful cannon and pulled it out in one smooth motion. Jumping into the cannon, she reached a hand out and pressed the button.

Pinkie soared through the sky in the direction of the station, shouting out “Yeeeeeeehaaaaaww!” Ponies looked up in surprise then shrugged it off to Pinkie being Pinkie. Slowly but surely, her angle of projection dipped and she ended up in front of the train station. Nearing the ground, she turned sideways and spread her limbs. Even wearing jean shorts and a pink tee, she pulled off a cartwheel and rolled all of her excess momentum away.

Pulling up in front of the ticket booth, she smiled at him. “One ticket for Manehattan please!” She yelled happily at the dark grey stallion, Tick It. He sullenly gave her the ticket in exchange for 20 bits and sighed. Pinkie’s smile deflated and she consoled him, “Don’t be sad, there’s so many things in this town to be glad about!” He looked around, and sighed again.

Pinkie smiled seductively at him, dragged her finger lightly along his arm and squeezed her breasts together for him, shaking. He looked up in surprise and a small smile appeared on his face. She smiled even wider, and popped one of her bright pink tits out for him. His small smile turned to a full-on grin and he reached out his arm to touch. She slapped it away. “Nah ah ah, no touching. Let this be our little secret, okay sweetie?” He nodded robotically, not really listening.

Once Pinkie got on the train, she found a secluded train car and sat down, not smiling. As she looked out the window, she saw a familiar face. Applejack was sitting on the bench at the station. Pinkie pulled her jean shorts down, a nervous twitch she had when aroused in public.

Applejack was wearing an unusual outfit that day, a tight, plain white shirt with an obvious lack of bra and short tight orange shorts that blended with her fur. Even without a bra, her breasts were as perky as a 20 year old. Her nipples showed through the shirt, and looked like they could cut glass. Pinkie guiltily looked away lest the conductor came through to witness her masturbating. Looking back at AJ, she decided she didn’t care.

Unbuttoning her jean shorts, Pinkie put her legs up on the chair in front of her. She saw Applejack out the window, and began to undress her with her mind. Slowly, Applejack pulled her shirt off, her face disappearing slowly as her orange stomach got revealed. As the shirt got pulled farther and farther upwards, her tits got pushed up into her face.

The shirt finally pulled past Applejack’s face, releasing her boobs suddenly into a bouncing motion. Pinkie’s eyes rolled back into her head, thinking of the wonderful tits her orange friend had. Pinkie finally pulled her shorts down to her perfect feet. After securing her short jeans on her feet, she gripped her sticky pink panties, and quickly pulled them off.

Sticking her index and middle fingers out farther than the rest, she put them in her mouth. She began sucking on them, Putting them in and out of her mouth quickly. After a few moments, she pulled them out and quickly popped them in her prim pink pussy. She began fucking herself with her fingers, imagining Applejack’s head was in between her thighs, poking her long tongue deep into her.

She then added her ring finger, and moaned ecstatically. Slowly she added her pinkie finger, and used her thumb to press against her clitoris, adding to the pleasure. Slowly, she felt more and more pleasure, the action wearing her down. She bit her lip as she came so close to the ultimate pleasure, so close to orgasm.

She quickly took her hand away from her cunt, in one swift motion cutting off the pleasure received. She formed her hand so it looked like a duck’s beak, and dove it into her pussy. Her whole hand was now engulfed in her tight tunnel. She moaned again, so loud Applejack must’ve heard by then.

She pressed on, thrusting deeper inside of herself. She fit her wrist in, then half of her forearm. She bent over in pleasure, pushing herself onto her arm. She pulled out, her arm covered in pleasure juices. She leaned over even more to lick along her arm, swallowing her own cum. Pinkie began fucking herself with her own petite arm.

She pushed on, almost reaching her elbow as she inched on with her masturbative arm-fucking. She knew what was about to happen, what she had put off last time. Her orgasm was approaching, and she knew how to push it even closer.

Taking her legs off the seat in front of her, she leaped off her own seat to land on her own arm, pushing it in past her elbow. Pinkie Pie yelped in sudden pleasure as her arm landed home. Moaning and groaning, her arm held her in place through her fantastic orgasm. Instead of flying around the room, bouncing off of walls, she shook rapidly in place, with her moans getting louder by the second.

As her orgasm ended, she panted and opened her eyes slowly. At that moment, she was looking at the floor, elbow deep in her own pussy. She looked up, realizing there was someone else breathing heavily in the room. It was the conductor of the train, All Aboard! His light gray coat shone with sweat as he stood there, stroking his thick cock.

Pinkie smiled at him seductively, “I hope you didn’t wear yourself out too early, big boy...” At this sultry statement, All Aboard’s eyes widened and he pulled up his trousers hurriedly. Obviously, he hadn’t listened to her words, just the fact that she saw him.

Pinkie got up from her helpless position on the floor, and pulled her arm out. She began sucking on her thumb and making noises indicating how good her cum was. “Don’t you wanna taste?” She asked innocently, instantly switching tones. He nodded hurriedly as she stepped out of her shorts and picked up her panties.

She raised her arms and cartwheeled, her pink shirt falling off as she came out of the roll. She walked sensually toward him, pinching her nipple with one hand and showing him her panties with the other. As she reached All Aboard, she put her panties in her mouth. After sucking the cum out, she spat them out and leapt onto him.

They fell onto the floor, making out furiously. All Aboard could taste her candy pleasure as it swished in between their mouths, spilling over their faces. He thrusted upward at Pinkie, pressing his cock against her thigh. She giggled at his feeble attempt and gripped his length with her pleasure-coated hand. He neighed at her.

As she felt his penis, she realized that it wasn’t as lengthy as it was girthy. She rubbed the head against her folds, biting her lip. She slid down quickly, rubbing the head from her clitoris to her mouth. Pinkie wrapped the head in her mouth, sucking off his sweet precum.

She dropped, stuffing his meat in her mouth. It filled her mouth and blocked her throat. She gagged on it, and swallowed, pleasing the cock inside her. Pinkie Pie pulled back up, popping her mouth off. Moving her head down farther and her hand up higher, she sucked on his balls and stroked his member.

Just one testicle filled her mouth, with the salty taste of sweat. He grunted as she touched him all over, giving him pleasure he’d never had. Gripping the base of his cock tightly, she spun around so that her ass was pressing against his face, making him groan with the contact.

Pinkie continued blowing All Aboard, her head bouncing up and down rapidly, pressing her ass against him every time she pulled up. Catching the obvious hint, he reached up and spread her cheeks wide. Ignoring the puckered pink asshole, he buried himself in her wide pussy. Letting go of her ass, Pinkie’s thighs pressed in on his face, making it sticky with pleasure.

His tongue pushed in deep, reaching its full length inside her, then quickly pressed down on the floor. Next he took a long lick upwards, pressing his nose against her clitoris. She moaned against his cock, pushing against his face. He sniffed in deep, pulling air against her and pulling him in deeper.

Pinkie Pie pulled his cock back into her throat, swirling her tongue around the base while she swallowed against the tip. He grunted against her cunt as she gagged on his dick, holding it in. Finally as her breath was just running out, he came hard. She pulled it out of her throat to taste his milky cum. The jizz of the conductor tasted like the harsh copper of a penny.

Swirling her tongue again, this time at the head, she felt sudden pleasure once again as he assaulted her clitoris with his nose. Finally his head went higher and he just swished his tongue over and over it, making Pinkie grunt and gag out his cum over his pelvis. She shouted out in ecstasy as they came together.

All Aboard flipped her over so that he was on top again, fucked her face for a moment to clean it, and pulled out suddenly. He turned to face her and she was panting, with jizz on her lips. She looked like a dirty slut to him, and he liked it. He leapt upon her, and shoved his tongue in her mouth, tasting his own sperm.

She retaliated with equal oral force, furiously making out with him. He gained strength in that moment, and flipped her over onto her breasts, pressing them against the floor. She quickly propped herself up on her hands before he mounted her with primal instinct. She cried out with newfound wetness.

All Aboard rubbed his cock along her pussy, not penetrating yet. In one swift movement, he pulled back then quickly thrusted into her pussy, bottoming out quickly. She yelped with the sudden force, before All Aboard immediately pulled completely out.

Pressing himself up on Pinkie’s shoulders, he thrusted again, this time aiming for a much higher target than her cunt. With the prior lubrication of spit and jizz, his dick slid in to the head, then her ass quickly tightened in on him in surprise. She moaned fully, with the sensation of being slowly filled.

Pinkie began pressing back against him, wanting just as much for the cock to slip in more. He leaned down and nibbled on her ear, while pressing harder and slowly sliding in inch by inch. She fell off of her hands and knees, and he fell cock first into her asshole, in one swift movement slipping into her asshole.

In the movement, he had smeared shit on his dick, but was finally deep inside Pinkie Pie. She moaned at the sensation of being filled, breaking her anal virginity. He began to slowly pull out, feeling every moment of it like it was his last. As his cock almost reached the exit, Pinkie pushed back up on him, and he pushed back.

He slammed back inside her, pushing Pinkie into the floor. She began to drool from the pleasure of anal intercourse. A low monotonus, “Uuuuuh....” began slipping from between Pinkie’s lips. He shouted at her, “Shut up, you stupid cunt!” And slapped her ass, still pounding her into the floor.

Finally, he pushed into Pinkie one last time. She perked up, stopping everything as he grunted over and over. Cum splashed into her like a flash flood, reaching all the way to her stomach where it filled up. She opened her mouth as she felt like she was choking, and suddenly spit up jizz.

He pushed Pinkie Pie off his dick, and she fell onto her back, where a puddle was. He ran back up to her head, and pushed his dick into her mouth. She gagged and tried to push him off, but she couldn’t. “Clean it off, bitch!” He yelled as he fucked her face over and over. She gagged more and more each time, but he didn’t stop.

All Aboard fell onto his back, and she followed, still sucking his cock through it all. He didn’t even need to thrust as she slowly got into the taste of shit, blood and jizz mixed together. Not even worried about her asshole, which hung wide open, dripping jizz into a small puddle, she sucked him off for the second time that train ride.

He leaned back and thrusted upwards suddenly, pressing his head against her throat as he jizzed straight to her cum-filled stomach. She pulled him closer, and held jizz in her mouth. As soon as he finished, she leapt over and kissed him, releasing all of his coppery jizz straight to his taste buds.

He pulled deeper into the kiss, licking all of the semen out of her mouth. As they made out, she started fucking him again, not worried about his satisfaction anymore. As soon as she started to feel her orgasm coming, she spun over him, and pressed her pussy to his mouth, unleashing a torrent of fluids into his mouth.

He groaned as he passed out from the extreme pleasure that she had forced upon him and he had forced upon her. As she got up and looked him over, she realized she had found her second victim for the Pink Room. Now all she needed was a way to get him there. She decided to do it on the way back to Ponyville.

Kinks and Scratches

*Warning* This contains NSFW Content. Be advised. *Warning*

As Pinkie stepped out of the train and looked at the sunset, she wondered what great thing could come of this town, Manehattan. She trotted toward the center of town, looking for a nice club. As she happily hummed, many people recognized her and waved. She waved back, and sent a smile their way. Eventually she heard muffled dance music and she turned to a giant electronic sign of Vinyl Scratch! Although the sign said DJ P0N-3, all her friends knew her as Vinyl.

Pinkie ran inside, and immediately was dancing as she hit the floor. In the heat of the moment, she never noticed that almost nopony else was near her. Looking to the DJ stand, she saw VInyl lazily managing her machines. Pinkie quickly came over, wondering what was wrong, and Scratch set it to autoplay. The white DH lowered the music, and Pinkie tilted her head. Why would she lower the music just to talk to a friend?

“Hey, Pinkie, how’s the country life treating you?” VInyl asked.

“It’s fine, Vinyl, but turn the music up for everypony else. We can just talk in the back roo--” Vinyl stuck her hand almost through Pinkie’s face to shut her up, and turned her head to reveal an empty dance floor, “There’s nopony else, Pinkie. This is almost a rehearsal space for me by now.”

Pinkie hugged her friend tightly. They went to the back room to have a seat and a drink. After having some fairly normal catch up conversation over two glasses of wine, Vinyl asked, “So why did you come in here, anyway?”

“I remember you as my best friend. My kinky, sexy best friend. And what kind of club doesn’t have whores?” Pinky responded.Vinyl immediately had a large grin, and her glasses fell to reveal a sexy shimmer. The party girl squealed, and nearly burst with affection. Vinyl backed away into a bathroom, winked, and closed the door. Pinkie nearly squealed again, and began to get herself ready as well. She slipped out of her clothes and into her underwear.

Vinyl came out of the bathroom in full vinyl sex gear. Shad zippers on her crotch, mouth, and eyes, but was fully encased in vinyl clothing. “That’s the sexiest pun I’ve ever seen!” Pinkie exclaimed. Scratch reached up, unzipped her mouth, and said, “I hope you’re ready to get down!” Pinkie was dragged off the sofa and straight through a curtain with a smile on her face. Suddenly she was on a small mattress, looking up at Vinyl in her GIMP suit, who was standing very still. To Pinkie, it was obvious she was awaiting orders.

“Kiss me, slave!” Pinkie ordered. Scratch sprang into action, unzipping her mouth, and zipping her eyes, almost attacking Pinkie with her mouth. She ran her hands through Pinkie’s cotton candy hair, and tasted her tongue ferociously. Pinkie laid there and moaned into her mouth, not retaliating at all. She pushed Scratch back, before shouting, “Lick me!, FInger me! Twist my nipples!” Scratch shared a smile with herself before moving down, slipping lower and lower, until she was face to face with Pinkie’s snatch. Her tongue flicked out, finding the outer lips of Pinkie, then getting the shape, and every detail of Pinkie’s surface. Now armed with a clear mental image, Scratch dove into Pinkie.

Vinyl could hear muffled moans through the vinyl, and decided to take it a step further. Moving upwards, she was suddenly touching the pink pony’s wondrous breasts. She carefully placed her mouth over Pinkie’s left nipple, and put a hand up to the other one. She tasted her friend for the first time in months, and squeezed with her hand. Using her magic, Scratch brought a dildo out. Pinkie’s eyes must’ve been closed, because she didn’t make a playful comment. As Vinyl pressed the toy to Pinkie’s pussy, though, her eyes shot open, and she growled, “Did I tell you to use that?” Vinyl shook her head, dropping the toy, backing away and zipping her mouth shut.

Pinkie sat up, with an obviously fake frown on her face. “This insubordinate behaviour must cease. Perhaps this can be achieved through vigorous punishment.” A smile grew inside the GIMP suit, as she heard Pinkie breathing as she gathered items strewn around the room. Pinkie came behind her, shouted, “On your knees, slave!” and kicked out her knees. Scratch caught herself with her hands, and stayed very still for her mistress. There was a slow, ominous zipping sound and Vinyl felt cold air on her hindquarters. That made her shiver, then there was a loud whipping sound as her ass was whipped, making her gasp. Pinkie’s footsteps led back to her front.

Her mouth hole was unzipped, and she felt something drip onto her tongue. It was Pinkie’s pussy punch, she quickly realized. Pinkie yearned for Scratch, and nearly came just looking at her. She pressed forward with her hips, and felt VInyl’s lips against her. “Stick your tongue out.” She commanded. Instantaneously, she felt an explosion of pleasure as Vinyl’s tongue touched her outer folds. Shifting position, Pinkie thrusted again. This time, she achieved penetration, and moaned loudly as she bent over her slave’s head.

She shifted again, so that Vinyl’s nose pressed against her clit. “Shake your head, slave!” She said in a nearly failing command voice. Scratch did as her master asked. and her nose rubbed against Pinkie’s clit as her tongue rubbed against her walls. Pinkie yelled aloud, while whipping Scratch’s backside to the point of redness.

Pinkie finally fell off of Vinyl, chest heaving, looking up at her dutiful slave. She got up and stepped back to VInyl’s ass. She picked up a ballgag, and strapped it to VInyl. Vinyl heard a buzzing sound that was quickly silenced. Pinkie, shivering with excitement, (and vibrations) put on a strapon. Pinkie put her strapon in line with Scratch’s pussy, thrusted until just the tip touched it, and shifted it higher, rubbing against Scratch’s vagina.

Vinyl’s singular moan was cut short when the strapon passed her pussy and rubbed against her taint. Pinkie pulled back, put herself in line with the exit, and thrusted hard. There was a pause, then the phallus’ head slipped through. Scratch grunted, but Pinkie kept pushing. The strapon made slow, halting progress as Vinyl’s anus reflexively clenched. Pinkie grunted, and pushed even harder. Vinyl squealed, and collapsed, while Pinkie spread her cheeks and fell onto her, into her. Vinyl’s tongue lolled out,m and Pinkie pulled out, only to thrust hard back in. Vinyl’s ass was much more giving now, and Pinkie was freer to thrust.

Vinyl was now moaning and grunting through the ballgag. She slid her hand out of the suit’s sleeve, into the torso, and to her cllit. She furiously began rubbing her already aroused pussy. Now whining showed through the grunting, and Pinkie pushed even harder, her vibrator kicking up a notch. Pinkie reached over to Scratch’s mouth, and ungagged her. Suddenly, dozens of pleasureful squeals, whines, and grunts were released, pushing Pinkie’s pussy to the edge.

Pinkie slouched over, the strapon still buried deep. Vinyl rolled over, the strapon slipping out. She got out of the suit, and rolled Pinkie onto her back. Her horn suddenly lit up, as did her dripping lips. In a flash of light, Vinyl had an eight-inch, thick veiny white cock. Next, she took off the strapon, and reached deep inside Pinkie to grab the vibrator and pull it out. Pinkie looked up at this, but Vinyl was already picking up an even larger toy.

She slid enough of it into Pinkie’s surprisingly open ass so that it stood up straight. A battered Pinkie Pie moaned, and Scratch sat on the toy, letting it slide into her recently used hole. Then she angled more, and rammed her new cock into Pinkie’s pink pussy. Pinkie’s eyes were wide open at that, and she half-raised her head. Vinyl was all the way in and had something all the way in her. She laid there for a few moments, savoring the dual sensations. Then she pulled out, and the vibrator slowly slid out as well. “Ah, shit,” she grunted. Pinkie Pie’s face spread into a smile, and Scratch made a hand motion to the wall.

A hulking creature stomped out, air snorting out of its nostrils, and whiistling against its nose ring. Pinkie looked up, and her face turned quizzical. Then she opened her mouth, gasping in air, and Scratch nodded. The now fully revealed minotaur charged in, and managed to stick his dick in her mouth before it could form words. Pinkie’s eyes widened, and she began to ask the flurry of questions she’d prepared, now made useful by the giant dick’s head that filled her mouth. The minotaur looked stunned at this pleasure, and kicked his furry leg.

The party pony raised her upper body to suck the new arrival off, but stopped a quarter of the way up, (only 3 ½ inches) when the other phalluses inside her poked her walls sharply. The minotaur smiled from the back of her head, and pushed farther. Pinkie swirled her tongue around, but had to settle for just the top of the cock as it slipped into her throat. She swallowed an enormous amount of times, and went up and down as much as she could. Vinyl was laying, enjoying the vibrations and warmth as she watched. Suddenly, Pinkie began shaking violently.

She shook so violently that she was basically fucking herself in all three holes. Vinyl screeched as she came into Pinkie as soon as Pinkie’s asshole had touched hers, pushing almost all of the vibrator into her. Pinkie’s pussy was full to the brim, and Vinyl got out, saving one load for PInkie’s deserving mouth. Dispelling her dick, Vinyl Scratch pulled the vibrator out. Pinkie pushed the minotaur off her, and got up, cum spilling down her leg and face. She put her hand on his chest and pushed once, hard.

The minotaur fell on his back, his face a mask of confusion. But then it was one of pleasure. Pinkie had dived upon him, impaling her used pussy. She screamed with pleasure, and kissed him with ferocity. He grunted loudly into her. She laid on top of him, full of minotaur cock and nearly content. He thrusted up, and pushed on her womb, making Pinkie gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure. She pulled almost off of him, and slammed down, his dick pushing her limits a second time.

Her hand reached down, and furiously attacked her clit. The minotaur watched, then placed his hands on her hips. While PInkie added more pleasure, he used her like a giant fleshlight. Her cotton candy mane was slick with sweat , and growing straighter as he fucked her. She screamed, “Fuck! Holy shit, buck me harder! Keep going, fuck me sillier!” The minotaur took this advice well, and pushed her back to the floor, tits bouncing up to her face, where she sucked her own nipples. The minotaur pulled out, and thrusted straight to her womb, and she bucked upwards, making his thickness hit her walls.

She came with all the fury of Norse Gods, squirting all over his cock, the floor, and his abs in one long, screeching moan. Her cunt squeezed to the tightness of a filly, and the minotaur’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. She quickly got up, and sucked her plentiful pink pussy punch off of his cock. SHe let him relax, for about two seconds, before he blew his load into his obedient fellatior’s stomach.

As the participants calmed and looked up, they saw an even more wiped out Vinyl Scratch laying on the bed with a light brown dildo, with a strange little pink ribbon on it.

Author's Note

I feel like this chapter isn't cloppy enough. I DON"T KNOW WHY PLEASE HELP