“How could she have disappeared? She was right here!” shouted Twilight.

“Well you know Pinkie Pie,” Fluttershy stated, “she is rather eccentric.”

“So now we gotta fix Pinkie, huh?” Applejack deduced. She felt rejuvenated now that she was back to her old self, but it didn’t hide the shame any. Silently, she thanked Pinkie for distracting them with a new problem rather than having to discuss what left her and her brother so heated coming out of the barn.

“I can go get her,” said Rainbow, preparing to vault skyward and reign in Pinkie.

“But she could be anywhere by now,” whined Rarity.

True. Pinkie was suspiciously elusive for an earth pony. As well as being a self-proclaimed twelve time hide and seek champion. However, the pink pony had a glaring weakness. Even in her addled state Pinkie was still ‘Pinkie.’ There was need for a plan. Luckily, that was Twilight Sparkle’s forte.

“We’re going to Sugarcube Corner.”

The five friends presently made their way to the confectioner's, presuming that the perky pony would inevitably present herself.

“Hey,” Rainbow Dash thought aloud, “even if we do find Pinkie how are we supposed to, uhhmmm –you know… instigate things?” unsure how to put it.

“Do you think she even knows what sex is?” Rarity wondered, cringing at the idea of explaining such a matter to her juvenile friend.

“Hold yer horses,” Applejack said in Pinkie’s defense, “Course she knows about ruttin’. I mean the Cakes probably gave her a talkin’ to when the Mrs. got pregnant, right?”

Everypony stared blankly.

“Right?” Nothing. “Well who knows maybe it won’t even come to that,” Applejack huffed.

In that instant, a commotion arose from the back of the group.

“Outta my way!” a pony shouted indignantly.

“I’m so sorry,” mumbled Fluttershy apologetically, moving away from the stallion so he could get through. The pony proceeded, but not before shooting the collective of mares a dirty look and grumbling angrily about ‘a bunch of airheads standing in the middle of the road.’

“Jeeze,” said Rainbow, “what the heck’s up his plot-hole?”

“It’s been like this ever since Pinkie wasn’t Pinkie anymore,” Twilight explained, “Everypony’s just so… listless.”

“Aw cheer up,” Applejack said, “We’ll think up something and then we’ll have the old Pinkie back in no time at all.”

“I guess we’ll find out,” said Twilight, not sounding very optimistic. The little bell of Sugarcube Corner tingling as she opened the door. “Hello? Mrs. Cake?” Twilight called into the building.

Though not exactly what she was expecting, it did make things easier. Twilight and the rest of the ponies were greeted by their friend’s giant pink ass bent over the counter. It wiggled back and forth protruding provocatively as Pinkie balanced on her tippy-hooves, extending as far as she could, but coming just short of the tasty treats on the other side. It was heartening to see some things stayed constant even through straight hair and a destiny change.

Mrs. Cake’s voice came from the kitchen at the sound of hooves hitting floorboard, “I’ll be right with you dears.”

Noticing the others had caught up to her, pilfer-Pie snapped to attention, “Oh hey everypony, how was the farm work?”

Applejack snorted, “Jus’ fine,” and then under her breath added a sarcastic, “thanks.”

“Pinkie what’s the matter with you? Don’t you think you should be a little more worried about the farm?” Twilight asked. Though, after saying it, she felt dumb considering it was counter-intuitive to what the five friends had come here to do.

“I can’t help it,” Pinkie blurted out, “I get easily distracted. Plus the thought of coming down here to get a nice little pick-me-up and be back before anyone noticed seemed like a good idea… at the time. Oooh, Swiss roll-” The pink mane-ed pony hovered toward the scents emanating from the kitchen as Mrs. Cake opened the oven.

“Well that’s great Pinkie,” Rainbow Dash said, disregarding the topic at hand, “but we need you to go cheer up the town, so why don’t you get out there and clown around until people stop acting like such donkeys.”

“Rainbow,” Rarity cried, “language.”

Twilight shook her head hoping she could be a little more subtle than her friends, “What Rainbow means Pinkie is that we all think it would be really great if you could help us throw a party for all the great ponies here in Ponyville.”

“Yes,” added Rarity, “and since your so talented, we figured that you should be the star of the show.”

Pinkie’s eyes widened, “S-star?”

“Yeah, of course sugarcube,” Applejack reassured, “you know, impress all the ponyfolk with yer fancy tricks and jokes and such.”

“Jokes? Tricks?”

“Exactly, just stay here and square things away with Twilight and Rare’.” the farmer turned from Pinkie and winked at the pair of unicorns, motioning at Rainbow Dash to make an exit. “We’ll rustle up some folks and meet ya’ll back here. I’m sure once Pinkie gets to party she’ll be right as rain.” At that, the cerulean speedster and the tan apple-bucker took off to spread the word. There would be a party. A Pinkie party. Something no pony would want to miss.

As Twilight hadn’t thought of any alternatives and she had consented to the plan without an argument. Besides, eveypony else had turned out just fine without much forethought, so why should Pinkie be any different? Clearly Applejack knew what she was doing. She seemed confident enough. Though the preemptive party mare did look a little nervous.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine Pinkie,” Fluttershy admonished, “After all, I think you’re very entertaining.”

“Of course she is,” said Rarity, whisking her into a nearby chair, “but let’s use this opportunity to make her shine just that much brighter.”

Well, the old Rarity was back for sure. Three hours spent trying to get Pinkie to ‘look the part.’ Luckily, the preparation allotted Mr. and Mrs. Cake extra time to whip up some delectables for all of the guests that had started to amass outside Sugarcube Corner. Rainbow and Applejack’s mission had been a success. Maybe too successful. Twilight expected Rainbow to overhype the event, but it seemed like half of Ponyville was in attendance. The static murmuring of such a large crowd got Pinkie’s attention as she waited backstage. A stage Twilight managed to assemble thanks to the extraordinary amount of building materials littering Ponyville recently. Rarity’s weather patterns from earlier that day were the purple unicorn’s the prime suspects.

“They’re all here to see me?” the pink pony inquired taking a peek out at the mass of ponies.

“Why yes, Pinkie,” Rarity egged her on, “they’re all your fans. And they’ve come to see my- ahem, I mean our show.”

Twilight greeted Applejack and Rainbow as they returned to the group, “Great job girls, it looks like we have a good turnout. But I was curious of one thing. What exactly is Pinkie Pie supposed to do when she goes up there?”

“Whaddaya mean?” said Applejack.

“I mean, what’s the show? Pinkie Pie’s going to get on stage and do what exactly? I thought that you had a plan,” growled Twilight, peeved that she assumed everything would just work itself out.

“It’s Pinkie Pie,” said Rainbow, “We don’t need a plan.”

“Are you kidding me?” Twilight tried to control herself. Sure Pinkie was spontaneous, but this? It might be a little extreme.

Too late anyways. Rainbow Dash herded the unsuspecting Pinkie Pie onto the stage, crowd cheering, pink pony arriving front and center. Then Rainbow raised her hooves, hovering behind the earth pony to provoke the audience, “Let’s hear it for Pinkie Pie!”

The townsponies erupted chanting, “Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie.”

The time for plans was over. Twilight felt horrible as she watched Rainbow return backstage, leaving a timid Pinkie Pie to face an expectant crowd alone. She hoped that the episode wouldn’t result in any permanent scarring. One Fluttershy was enough.

However, the original Fluttershy did provide the sole words of advice, “Just do what comes naturally Pinkie. I know you, and you've never disappointed anypony.”

At first Pinkie didn’t react. She wasn’t really concerned with her current situation. Maybe anxious? No. Really, she only felt one emotion for sure: desire. A need to do something to please the ponies that had come to see her. It sent a spasm running down her spine and into her tail. The flick of which signaled the happiness within her was overflowing. Quite literally.

Probably the staring eyes did it. Center of attention Pinkie, whoring before dozens of ponies. All fixated on her body, awaiting for a performance. Amazing. Focusing on it made the happiness pour out faster. A sticky puddle of joy pooled under Pinkie. From her standing position she contorted, bringing her ass to the ground, then forward past her upper body. Her legs splayed out to either side. Lying back, fore-hooves supporting her weight, her genitals winked to her fans, pussy oozing a dollop of essence.

“What is she doing?” scoffed Rarity putting a modest hoof to her face. The question was mostly rhetorical.

“You ponies ready to paaaaaar-tay?” shouted Pinkie letting her mane drape down around her naked form. The flesh on her body wiggling slightly with each motion, revealing its soft texture. It was a seductive display of her mounting urges. Her fur bristled in the night air adding a velvety appearance to her generously buxom posterior.

The heady gathering roared in agreement.

Pinkie brought her right foreleg to her belly button, sinking lower on stage as her left adjusted under the rest of her weight. The groping appendage slithered its way down her stomach until it reached the puffy bulge between her thighs planting itself there with a wet slap. Circling, it smeared the syrupy strands leaking from her cootch across her nethers until she glistened provocatively. The excitement prompted more liquid to evacuate from within. Droplets of mare juice flecked the stage as a few delicate squirts signaled her body was ready. And Pinkie was not exactly shy about vocalizing her feelings either.

“Ooooh, uuuhhhh… ahhh,” moans of satisfaction echoed into the night.

Twilight noticed several audience members had become aroused as well. A couple stallions close to the stage caught a whiff of Pinkie’s scent and their penises quickly coming to attention beneath them, pulsating. Pinkie continued her perverted display. Lying completely on her back now, her free hoof explored squirming body. It rubbed between her breasts, caught in her mouth, and even propped her head momentarily, allowing her to gaze upon the body of debaucherous mare she had become. Confirming the result of her actions made her even wetter.

Attention. More. Attention.

All focus was on her, an unbound sexual goddess that had enraptured her followers in a showing of her lustful power. Combining oratory, auditory and olfactory senses, it was an unrivaled first act of sexual promiscuity. Unable to resist, the watching stallion’s cocks dripped, anticipating the following scenes of this sexual swaray.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” a series of quick breaths escaped from Pinkie Pie as she neared orgasm, “here it cooooommmes!”

The dainty seepage previously flowing from the party pony’s vagina was now replaced by an eruption of mare-cum. Pinkie seized up at the sensation letting the ‘party cannon’ fly. White gobs of her fluids plastered onto a few ponies that had been lucky enough to be seated in ‘the splash zone.’

“Damn,” Rainbow cheered, “that's super kinky!”

“Now which stallion wants to get some Pinkie Pie?” the perky pony said enticingly making an inviting motion toward her twat. The job of pleasing her still unfinished.

Before any of the girls could react to their friend’s statement, several colts stampeded onto the stage surrounding the pink slut.

“S-should we…?” Fluttershy stammered, worried.

“If it’s what she wants she'd get it one way or another,” Applejack said, holding back the other elements from charging in to rescue their friend. Even if it were her own brother… Applejack thought, the shame of how she had behaved earlier refreshed from watching Pinkie go through her own ‘healing’ process.

“That’s the spirit,” Pinkie exclaimed overjoyed at the thought of being surrounded by cocks. “Now finish the job!”

Back to the ground, she lifted her head, enveloping the flare of one stallion with her mouth. She sucked jovially as though she had found her favorite sweet. Two more erect phalluses rose at her sides and she began to poke them with her hooves. Occasionally stopping to fondle the heavy sack underneath each, contents struggling to find an outlet for release.

Inevitably, Pinkie allowed a fleshy member to fill her pussy, igniting her desire further. The stallion, now joined with her, leaned over and bucked wildly, sheathing and unsheathing his male-ness in her vacancy over and over again. Pinkie’s vagina simulated the same sucking sounds as her mouth, squeezing constantly at the rod to milk its contents into her bowels. Another pony startled Pinkie turning away from her face and lodging his dick between her heaving breasts. Nipples already peeking out, the mounds shook back and forth, their massaging touch doing their duty. Filling the last available spot, an eager young colt lifted Pinkie above him, sliding underneath her and positioning his cock near her anus. Secretions from both sexes leaked down all around Pinkie. She couldn’t think anymore except to bring her and her partners to a higher plane of sexual pleasure. The cock at her ass barely registered as it slid in, already caked with the juices of carnality.

So full.

She was entirely stuffed with male-ness. Heavy musk surrounded her as multiple stallions pounded away at her body. Colts that couldn’t position themselves close enough for a shot at the desperate mare began to feverishly attend to their penises, closing a circle around the sexual activity. All members pointed at Pinkie Pie, ready to unload. More and more, hips slammed into the plush folds of the party pony shaking her frame.

Ass.

Vagina.

Tits.

Hooves.

Face.

Every area attended by a penis. In a grand cacophony of release, the orgy of ponies ejaculated bathing the pink mare until her coat changed from a matted pink to a lustrous white sheen. Almost visibly wet in consistency. Pinkie herself squealed in delight as she released another torrent of cum from her hole, this time her hair poof-ing back to its familiar frizz. Spent, the fervor of sex dissipated, silence descending over the stage. At this point Twilight realized the portion of the audience not currently on stage had left, save a few ponies perverted enough to stay for the whole show. Sarcastically stomping their hooves at the finale.

“See?” Rainbow laughed smugly, looking over at Twilight, “I told you everything would work out.”

“I suppose,” admitted Twilight, relieved her friends were all finally back to normal. “I guess I can’t really complain too much since this whole incident was my fault in the first place.”

“It’s okay Twi,” commented Applejack, “all’s well that ends well, right?”

“True enough,” sighed Twilight, “I just- you think Pinkie’s okay?”

“Better than okay,” Pinkie sang, appearing beside her friends, “I’m super-duper-awesomelicious-mazing!”

“Well that’s good to hear,” Rarity intoned, “At least all that work wasn’t for nothing.”

Fluttershy smirked, stating sheepishly, “I’m just happy to know that we were all there for each other in our time of need. Personally, ummmm, you know… I consider each of you my truest friends.”

An ‘awwww’ rose from the girls as they embraced one another in a group hug. Though the touch of Pinkie was somewhat unsettling as she had still not dried. Lesson learned, and a lot more forthright with their sexuality, each mare confident that tomorrow may be another mystery, but together they would have the cure.

After the final ordeal with Pinkie Pie, Twilight ended the day similar to how she began it: alone with her thoughts as she trotted home to the library. Geeze, I wonder what Starswirl the Bearded ever even used this spell for in the first place? She hoped such a great wizard also had a memory spell in his repertoire. It would certainly be needed after the day’s events.

Author's Note

Aw man! The exiting conclusion to the epic that was [DC]-MMC is here in all its cum-drenched glory.
I hope that everyone who's taken the time to read through the entire story has enjoyed.
There are plans to continue this "series" already in the works as I'm already writing some more [DC] material. So keep your eyes out.
But for now, this is IRpony simply saying thanks, and happy clopping...