Chapters ~Chasing Pinkie~
~Beginning~
You awaken in a dim room, roped by your hands on the wall and a cloth over your mouth. You’re thoroughly trapped, confused and... naked? Yes, you feel the air on your legs tickle as you struggle to get free, but it’s no use. You’re just not doing any good. If anything, you seem to be hurting your wrists rather than breaking loose. Being in a bind like this is the last thing you needed in your life, but it makes for an oddly happy change, at least for the time being.
You look around the room, at the concrete walls and wonder what to do, but with things looking dismal, and your kidnapper’s identity still veiled in mysteries within your mind, you just wait, blowing your rising anger through your nose. Every twitch your hands give only proves how useless struggling is, but thankfully, you didn’t need to wait long. The door at the far end where stairs lead up to the top opened, light shined on the freely floating dust looming in the air, and hoof steps trotted down to your location. You see the face of Twilight of all mares looking you up and down with a sorrowed expression. Behind her is Pinkie, the mare behind this ordeal you find yourself in for sure. She has a party hat and a huge smile painted across her face.
“Oh my gosh, Twilight! So this is a human?”
Twilight looked down and said, “Yeah, it is... Happy birthday, Pinkie.”
It all made perfect sense now. You were nothing more than a present for the silly and adorable party pony. For some reason, you're okay with this. It’s not like they were doing you much harm. Well, except tying you up and gagging you with a distasteful cloth, but still, you couldn’t help but to smirk at the whole incident. Pinkie looked you up and down. “It sure is weird looking... and these things clop to us?”
That part was a bit unexpected, but Twilight confirmed, “Unfortunately... It’s just creepy, but it’s not that surprising. I guess, with the way we act, it’s hard not to.”
Pinkie made a sly, “Aww,” and said, “That’s so cute!” she looked you in the eyes with an attractive stare and finished, “It’s alright... I've been sorta clopping to you as well!”
You watched as Twilight brought up the portal showing you pull up porn pictures of your personal favorite pony, illustrated with sexuality rather than the general safeness. “It’s hard to believe these artists give us such an arousing look in their works... Look, there’s one of me. I look like I’m having fun, huh Pinkie.”
The party mare just gave a hum of happiness while bringing her hoof down to her slit. “You sure do...” She smiled at Twilight’s pleasured face on the greyish screen.
Upon noticing Pinkie beginning to stroke herself, Twilight gasped, “Hey, stop it! I didn’t pull that up for you to enjoy! I wanted to show the subject how we know about this!”
Giggling, Pinkie claimed, “I’m sure my present could’ve guessed. Besides, I saw you staring right at yourself, wanting for it to have actually happened. Such a naughty little filly you are!”
Twilight blushed, and you gave a muffled chuckle. The Alicorn turned her head to give you an unamused look. “Don’t antagonize her! She’ll get carried away!”
You raise your eyebrow, wondering if you should continue with this, thinking what a show it would be to watch Pinkie basically molest her friend. “Oh, Twilight. You know I’m saving my excitement for later. Well, assuming our friend here can catch me.”
All you can do at the moment is wonder what that could actually mean, while Twilight cleared her throat to explain. “You see, Pinkie found this book about a month ago depicting you, a human, as an incredibly talented being. She researched it, and found out just as you’re a myth in our world, we’re a children’s television show in yours. It’s stunning we've attracted the audience we have, but in any case, you’re here because she learned about how ponies from far in the past often used your kind for special reasons .”
“Sexual and fun reasons!” Pinkie corrected.
Twilight just looked at Pinkie, a bit annoyed. Then she continued. “It’s been at least over two thousand years since the last human being was brought to Equestria, but the book told me exactly how to transport you through trans-dimensional gateways of space, and bring you here. It was Pinkie’s special birthday wish, after all. Mainly, however, because it’s said you’re a great runner, and your hooves... That is, hands can do all sorts of things. Pinkie’s always been the experimental type, and it wasn’t as if I had much of a personal option. Naturally, I had no choice but to bring you here, because if I didn't, Pinkie wouldn't have shut up about it! I guess... Yeah, it’s safe to untie you now.”
Her magic grasped the ropes holding your hands and released them, letting you kneel for a bit and rub the faint scars they left. Twilight went ahead and healed them, making the burning lines disappear. You feel around your mouth and remove the folds so you can speak, but you wait for her to finish first.
“It’s Pinkie’s pleasure to welcome you to Equestria, but this stay will only be extended under one circumstance.”
“Yah gotta catch me!”
You stare at the mare’s bright smile and wonder what that means exactly. Twilight resumed, “Pinkie’s going to be running all over Ponyville, and you’ve gotta catch her. If you do, can you guess what your prize is?”
Blinking, knowing full well what you’ll win, you cheerfully say, “I get to ravage her, don’t I? I’ll be allowed to do as I please?”
Twilight nodded with a coy frown. “It’s not going to be easy, mind you. She’s a fast runner. All you’ve gotta do is track her down, grab her tail, and you win. It’s just that simple, but still a challenge.”
You stand and ask, “What about my clothes?”
Pinkie giggled and muttered, “That’s how you showed up!”
Twilight corrected, ”Actually, Pinkie, this human’s fabrics were destroyed during the transportation. I’ll just summon a new set for you.”
The shirt she formed with her enchantment was green in color, and had words that said The Equestrian Chaser across the middle of it, while your jeans were blue with streaking lines of pink running in different directions all around them. Both colors were unfashionable and highly tacky. You contemplate on why Twilight chose the patterns, but decide to ignore it. The sneakers were way more comfy than your usual shoes, for these were made for a good, long jog, while your other pair was for walking around in. “I can deal with this, and I like the whole premise of this situation,” you confidently stated. “Chase a mare, catch her, and then play with her... How hard can this be?”
Twilight chuckled. “You’d be surprised... Now then, there’s a thirty second wait you’ve gotta put up with first while Pinkie gets out of Sugar Cube Corner and heads wherever. In that time, I’ll explain the rules to you. Sound good?”
You start stretching your muscles in preparation while saying, “No problem!”
Pinkie gallops up the stairs and heads for the door. In an instant, she’s gone.
“Thirty seconds starting now. Okay, first rule, you’re not allowed to harm anypony in this world, but if they give you explicit permission to fondle them, that’s allowed, though very few will probably want you to do anything more than give them a hug. They have all been informed of who you are and what game we’re playing, but they don’t know what your reward is. If you tell them what you’ll win if you succeed, you lose.”
“Alrighty then,” you say, reaching up for the ceiling only to return to the ground and touch your toes.
Twilight then said, “Fifteen seconds. Second rule, you’re allowed to ask anypony where Pinkie is, and if they decided to lie, oh well. You can either choose to believe them or not. You also only have until the end of the day, till the sunset lands and the moon takes its place.”
“Seems like enough time...”
Finally, the last remaining seconds hit, and Twilight counts them down. “Five...” You lean down in a ready state. “Four...” Your eyes are directed and focused on the door visible up the stairs. “Three...” You grace the floor with your hand, ready to rocket out. “Two...” There’s hardly any chance of you failing this. “One...” With a lick of your lips and a curved down brow, you’re as ready as you could possibly be. “GO!”
You take of running, sprinting up the steps. Your hand grasps the doorknob, swings it open, and in no time at all you’re outside with your back facing the door that leads to the cellar of Sugar Cube Corner.
Distraction #2: Applejack
~Chasing Pinkie~
~Distraction #2: Applejack~
You run along, feeling the wind once again whip your sweating face. As beads of perspiration fall freely, you find yourself fast approaching tall apple trees. Coming to a brisk walk, you look up to see the barn doors slightly cracked, and enter. As the creaking metal sound, an orange mare with rope in her mouth turns around from a stack of hay looking surprised by your intrusion. You ignore her and search around while she becomes angered. “Now look here partner!” she demands, spitting out the rope she had.
“Where’s Pinkie. She’s somewhere in here, right?”
Applejack huffs at the crude question and asks, “Where in tarnation do you get off at thinking you can just waltz in here and start ordering answers about?! Get outta here before I buck you square in the teeth!”
You glance at her, some hay in your hand from digging around and apologize. “I’m sorry, but I’m in a rush... I’m seeking out Pinkie and-”
“Ah knew that,” Applejack claims. “You’re that there human feller done playing that silly filly game with her for her birthday. Look, ah know where she is, but with that attitude about yeh, ah ain’t telling you squat!”
You look down, badly hurt by your own actions at upsetting the owner of the barn and sigh, “Is there any chance I can make up for this and possibly get Pinkie’s whereabouts? Please, I’m desperate to win...”
She scowls at you for a moment, contemplating what she could want and says, “There is one thing you could help me out with...”
Applejack hastily turns her gaze at the door and trots over, peeks her muzzle out to make sure nopony is coming and silently closes it. Turning back at you and walking over, she explains, “Ah swear, if Big Mac or Granny Smith knew what I’m about to try, they’d kick me outta this here farm in a quickness!”
“What’s up?”
She looks you up and down, her frown becoming a tempted smirk and says, “Ah want you to lick my cutie mark...” Your eyes widen at the request, and you think it over while she resumes. “See, ah have been rather curious for a long time to see what it tastes like, to tell if it actually tastes like apples... No way I’m asking anypony to do that for me, because ah just know they will refuse, and then ah’ll be labeled as the weirdest pony in the land, but if someone like you, a human who ah just so happen to figure would like to do that sorta thing were to accept...”
You scratch the back of your head looking at her flank. You can either leave and continue with your chase, maybe try the Carousel Boutique, or take her up on the tempting offer, possibly even getting a taste of not only her flank, but her pussy as well...
“Heh, yeah right! I’m outta here! It’s obvious Pinkie’s not around. Thanks for the offer, though.” (Click to leave the barn and keep up the chase...)
“Sure! Of course I’ll help you out with that! I’ve got time!” (Continue reading to assist Applejack and possibly eat her out...)
“Great! I’ve been so curious. It’s about time ah got my answer.”
She walks over to the post at the far end of the room, lifts her front hooves over it to rest and looks over to you, her ears lowering in anticipation. You kneel down to her flank and stare at the apple markings while licking your lips. She blushes and says, “Well...? Go on, partner. Ah won’t bite.”
You grin, close your eyes and take a nice, long and pleasing lick, sliding your taster from one apple to the other. You relish in the sweetness of it and say, “Wow... It really, honestly does taste like an apple!”
“Ha! Ah knew it! Now all I need to know is if... huh? Hey, what in the world are you doing back there?!”
You had continued trying out her yummy flank, thinking it would be fine to keep up the work. She seemed offended by it at first, but soon, her angered expression turned to one of unsureness. She wasn’t positive if she was alright with you lathering her up or not, but if you perform admirably enough, she’d probably let you keep going. Your right hand eventually grasps her back while the left grips her tail for balance. Applejack seems to be enjoying it. You can tell by the smile she’s giving you, so you happily continue licking her, soaking the mare’s flank.
“Ah uh... never intended this to be taken that far, but right now, I honestly couldn’t care less, Sugar.”
With that, you adjust yourself to flip her tail over your shoulders and smirk at her moist hole. Using your fingers, you spread her lips apart slightly to look deeper in. Her pinkness just keeps getting wetter and warmer as you stare. Applejack begins to get a little embarrassed and says, “D-Don’t stare Hun... I’m not used to that!”
You chuckle and bring your nose up to get a nice whiff of her and shiver at the scent. It’s almost too much for you to handle, and you just can’t hold back any longer. With your tongue hanging out, you take a taste and feel her twitch from the sudden feeling from below. “Don’t get too excited,” you chant. “I’m just getting warmed up...” She nods and lays her chin on the bar while waiting for you to progress.
You take another swift lick before sinking your tongue in deeply, just loving the overwhelming flavor. You knew Applejack was kinky, but this was new. Delving slowly but surely further in, you place your hands on her flank, right over her cutie marks and start petting her tenderly to calm her down. Soon, you can literally taste her getting dangerously close to her peak, so you exit, your whole mouth and cheeks drenched in her juices.
Bringing your fingers back, you open her up more and prod the middle finger of your right hand in, forcing her to suddenly gasp at the surprisingly euphoric pleasure. Slipping it out, you dip a second in and launch her mind into a near climax a second time, smiling at how deep and welcoming she is. One last finger, just what she wants, is sent in. Her incredibly arousing moans are followed by a gush of liquids, wetting your hand and dripping to the floor.
You keep them in for a bit, letting her clench a few times while moving the tips of your fingers about. Once you pull back, it feels like her inner muscles are holding on to you, not wanting you to leave at all. With a satisfying pop , you look at the mess she’s made. You decide to bring your damp fingers to her muzzle and dip them in, making her suckle on her own essence for a bit as punishment for getting the barn so dirty.
You love the feeling of her tongue wrapping around your intruders, and plop them out, petting her mane with the wet slobber left from her open muzzle. Standing up, you ask the thoroughly pleased mare, “You gonna tell me where Pinkie is now?”
She huffed and panted for a bit before muttering with tiredness, “Yeah... S-She’s over at the Carousel Boutique... h-hiding with Rarity.”
You turn to exit, glance back with a smirk and say, “Much obliged.”
~Chasing Pinkie~
~Distraction #3: Lyra~
You head back into town, curious where the Carousel Boutique is, as that’s where Pinkie must’ve gone off to. Upon entering the main plaza, you realize you have absolutely no idea where anything is except for Sugar Cube Corner and Applejack’s Barn. You glance around at all the buildings, a few looking familiar, but just as in the show you can’t pinpoint where you are right now. It’s possible to go straight and just run right into it, or you can go to the left, but even that might just take you to Twilight’s tree house.
You walk over to a large statue of Celestia and see a bench behind it. Walking around the right of the monument, you sit and wait for a sign to tell you which way to go, but you don’t need to wait very long. Looking to your left, you see Lyra sleeping right next to you. Thinking about all the fan stuff you’ve heard about her, you wonder if any of that is true, if she really is obsessed with human hands and the like.
You nudge her awake, she looks up at you, her eyes widen and a sudden gasp told you all that stuff you’ve read about her was absolutely correct.
“A human! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! It’s really here! Wow! Can I see your hands? You have hands right?” She looks at your hands and continues, “You do have hands! Can I feel them? Are they able to grab stuff like in the picture books?”
“Calm down, silly filly!” She sits upright and stares at you with an increasingly enjoyed grin. “I’ll let you feel them, I’ll pet you, all that junk... but you’ve gotta do a little something for me, first.”
“Anything! So long as it’s not disgraceful or obscene.”
You look around the empty streets and say, “I’m searching for the Carousel Boutique, mainly because I have my suspicions that-”
She cuts you off. “That Pinkie’s over there, yeah? I know just where it is! You follow this path straight down and in no time at all, you’re there!”
She points forward, and you nod. Now, you have a choice. You could simply leave the mare behind, just say you’ll be right back and not return, or you can show her every little thing about hands and fingers for a bit. It might prove to be rather fun.
“Look, I need to catch Pinkie really badly, so I’ll be right back. Then, I’ll let you see my hands...” (Click to go to the Carousel Boutique...)
“Sweet... Well, a deal's a deal... I’ll let you see my hands now. After all, I’ve still got plenty of time to throw away...” (Continue reading to let Lyra experiment with your hands...)
Lyra excitedly jumps up and says, “Cool, but not here. Follow me back to my place!”
You do so, and for about fifteen minutes, the two of you walk along, Lyra smiling all the way. You reach her house and she invites you in. As you sit down on the couch, wondering how she plans to play with you while you’re here, she says, “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun! Okay, let’s see...”
She grasps your left hand and holds it up while her eyes hold significant interest in it. Her hoof, to your surprise, feels warm and really soft, almost like a pillow cushion. She then does something totally unexpected, and opens her her mouth to take your pinky in. Your lips part a bit while you simply allow her to proceed with her odd but arousing experiment. Her tongue repeatedly swishes in circles, and you find yourself enjoying it.
With little need to hold back, you stick its partner in, and she sucks on that too. Soon, they pop out for the neighboring fingers to take their places. She slowly but kindly gets up and onto the couch with you to rest on your lap while taking in another finger.
You’re so turned on by this that you involuntarily start to pet her back. In little time at all, you’ve started rubbing her flank, and she stops to look at you while taking your fingers out only for a moment to say, “Please... Do it...” Lyra then returns to fiddling and sucking with pleasure.
Meanwhile, for your other hand, it’s already dangerously close to her two back holes. You question why in Equestria you should hesitate. She’s obviously okay with it, and it’s just pleasing somepony who’s willing. Confirming you’re alright with the choice, you begin to seep through, making Lyra gasp with following moans.
“You alright?” you ask.
“D-Deeper, please!”
Chuckling at her predictable answer, you say, “Yes ma’am.”
In your pokers go, sliding through her wet slit. It’s almost dripping inside, and you wonder if that’s just from Lyra’s sensitivity or pure anticipation. It was possibly both, but to you, it didn’t very much matter. You continue to plant two more in, now getting a total of three fingers lunged deep within her. She smiles with your other fingers reaching almost to the back of her neck. It's extraordinary, to feel her wet mouth and pussy literally dampening your hands. Your left hand’s fingers, at least four being sucked and ravaged by her mouth, and your right sinking slowly in is almost too much for you, but you can get more pleasure from her.
While your fingers dig and deep-throat her, your right hand’s thumb prods her upper hole, making her eyes widen only to close with her smiling. She actually enjoys being rammed in the mouth and both rear holes. It’s an amazing sensation for both you and the mare, to ultimately give this finger hungry pony everything she’s wanted.
You feel her gag as you drag your palm on the base of her tongue and squeal from the thorough, rhythmic fondling of her holes. You can tell by her quenches and shivering back that she’s way too close to an orgasm, but you don’t want to stop. All you can do is finger fuck all of her open and willing holes harder until it becomes insatiably hot and moist in her ass and slit.
In no time at all, you throw her over the edge, and she cums for what seems like a good five minutes. You love the look on her face, her rolled back eyes and her plot lifting in the air. Her tail twitches over and over again until you feel her inner muscles give in. Her body rests happily on your lap and you remove your drenched hands while using her mane as a towel. She doesn’t mind. The mare’s gonna need a shower anyways, so you wipe yourself down with her coat before grabbing her up to cuddle. She’s lost in some happy place while in your arms, and as for you, you’re overjoyed to see her in this blissful state.
You tell her, “I need to go now... I’ve enjoyed this a lot...”
She laughs and claims, “I liked it more! If you ever want to come back, do so! You can play with my body as you see fit.”
As you leave and head down the street, directed for the Carousel Boutique, you think about how much you want to go running back and send that mare into a whirlpool of never ending orgasms, and not just with your fingers, either.
~Chasing Pinkie~
~Distraction #4: Rarity~
With the day coming close to an end, the sun nearing the ground, you figure it’s about three-thirty and get to jogging. With the weather cooling down now, it becomes easier for you to pace yourself as you pass many more establishments along the way. You glance over to see the spa, and wonder what Lotus and Aloe are up to, but they aren’t your main priority, just something to think on while you hurry up.
With your energy running low, it’s almost turning out to be too much trouble for you to keep going. You start to question yourself, “Is this really worth it? Just to have Pinkie? It’s been a long and strenuous day for me, and I’ve exercised so much, it’s almost made me lose ten pounds!” You stop talking to yourself as you pass some of the locals and notice you’ve reached the Carousel Boutique.
Entering, you see Rarity behind the counter magically holding some purple and pink fabrics. With her back still facing you, she says, “We’re closed. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Please come back tomorrow...”
You shake your head and catch her attention. “Ahem...”
She turns with a lowered brow, but perks up her attitude upon seeing who’s come in. “You... You’re that chaser, the one hunting down Pinkie. What in Equestria are you doing here darling?”
“I’m searching for her, and I have reason to believe she’s here... Could you be so kind as to tell me where she’s hiding?”
To your surprise, she admits, “Pinkie’s upstairs, hiding in the basket.” You’re amazed you were able to get the information out of her so quickly, unlike with everypony else who wanted you to do something for them. Unfortunately, yes, Rarity wanted something too. You try to walk past her when the rug you step on magically slides under your feet, and before you know it, your head is throbbing in unbelievable pain. “Nah, ah, ah!” she chants. “You’re not allowed up there. It’s employees only... but, if you want a job, I’ve got a last minute opening!”
Holding your pained head, you ask, ”What is it?”
She lifts you up and puts you on your feet. With just a swing of her horn, you’re propped up on a stand, lights shimmering on you and blinding your sight. Rarity’s looking your clothes up and down while explaining, “Shortly after you walked in, I noticed those horrid attires... My Alicorn, who dressed you this morning? Some ruffian?”
You’re tempted to tell her is was actually an Alicorn, as funny as it was, that dressed you, but you simply say in a monotone voice, “I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, dress me so I can be on my way...”
You have no choice this time, for Rarity was restricting your movement with her magic. Struggling only tightened her grasp, so you had no choice but to allow her the task of dressing you. Fabric after dazzling fabric wafted by, all different hues of colors and all extremely bright. Eventually, she chose a regal lavender shade for the torso. While magically swapping out the colors, you noticed she suddenly changed your jeans to shorts, then back again only to return to the previous style. This repeated nonstop, until she amazingly made up her mind to keep it the way it was; as jeans.
The more time passed, the more styles you tried. She never fully undressed you, but more often than not, you found yourself wearing things you absolutely despised. She had finished after about a full hour’s take, and though you didn’t care anymore, you still couldn’t help but to be quite satisfied with the new uniform. You turned to her and said, “Thanks! I think this will do. If only my clothes didn’t incinerate during transportation...”
She blinked and started to giggle at your statement. “Tee hee, you thought this was for keeps? No, my little helper. You were just a manikin!”
You confusedly ask, ”Wait... Huh? All this was just because you wanted to use my body as a statue?”
“Well of course!" She magically swaps you back to the bland, green and pink running outfit and continues, "The silly pony models are so boring, and I just wanted to experiment, along with seeing how you’d react to it.”
Holding back your rage, you ask through your teeth, “May I please go and catch Pinkie now...?”
Rarity turns around heading for the door, swinging her tail back and forth in a teasing manner and utters, “Do as you wish.”
You rocket up the stairs and open the door only to give a powerful gasp at the sight. There wasn’t just one, not even two, but at least twenty baskets with lids on them surrounding the room. You turn back around and return to the entrance to confront Rarity about this, but she’s long gone by now.
You hastily return to the basket filled room and start searching frantically. One by one, you check all visible hiding spots till not a single one was left. Then, you notice something peculiar. The window, the one you knew was shut before you returned to the lobby is wide open. Pinkie had left while you were downstairs. Grunting at this, you look down to see her hoof marks leading away from the city and over to the beach.
Panting all the way down the stairs and out of the business building, you race to the back of the establishment and follow Pinkie’s rather noticeable trail while watching the sun lower itself in the far off distance. The whole day only proved to raise your anger. If anything, you barely cared about catching her anymore. You just wanted to curse her out now. Her little game has left your vigor spent. Your head hurts from all the excitement you’ve been through today.
All you wished to do now is to return to your cozy bed and rest it off, but that would’ve made going to Equestria and participate in this completely pointless. No, you want Pinkie’s plot; not to pleasure, but to spank. Your mind floods with thoughts of repetitively slapping her ass, making her screech in pain. Maybe to prevent that, once you got hold of her, you’d gag her the same way she did you this morning. Of course, this was just angered fantasies. You probably would never, truly want to do such vile things to her, but it was just nice to get it off your troubled mind while you ran.
Distraction #5: Fluttershy
~Chasing Pinkie~
~Distraction #5: Fluttershy~
While jogging along, panting from boiling anger at how little fun this is starting to turn out to be, you keep your eyes locked onto Pinkie’s trail, making sure you don’t lose sight of it again like last time. Finally, you notice it takes a sharp turn to your right next to bright rays of light shining through the leaves and bark of some trees. You couldn’t see what was beyond the turn thanks to some bushes, but as you pass them, you soon regret not slowing down.
A small, butter yellow mare with a pink mane steps out of the bushes directly in front of your path and you run straight into her, kicking her hoof and tripping. Landing with a thump, you look around and notice you’ve lost your bearings. Once you finish with fumbling and stumbling around on the hard ground, you look back to hear Fluttershy beginning to weep. The sounds of her pain brings great turmoil to your heart. As you stand to your feet, coming closer to the now fully crying and innocent pony, you chant, “No, oh God please, no...!”
It’s absolutely torturous to see her tears run down and crash into the dirt, and even though it was her that walked out in front of you, it didn’t make up for the fact that you shouldn’t have been running so fast, to where you might not have been able to even stop.
With your mouth opening ajar to take in a deep breath and your ears ringing from the deafening sound, you tell yourself it’s currently impossible to even consider making a move for a good few seconds. All you can do is continue hoping to find the right words to say that might calm her nerves. If you’d known she was there, chances are this wouldn’t have happened. If only you looked where you were going. Your eyes glance over at the setting sun, thinking about how you’re literally tossing your time right out the window, and figure you’d best hurry up and try to soothe the fragile mare’s distraught state.
While kneeling next to her, seeing her tears cascade from the pain, you observe her wound. Blue and definitely bruised, her left hoof is held with the right. Tears drop to the gravel and grass. You gulp, not really knowing what to do. She then looks up at you with red eyes and asks, “Why weren’t you watching where you were going?”
You look down, feeling emotionally torn and say, “I’m... s-sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
She pushes you away while continuing with her sobs, which by the way, keep on stinging your ears. You lay on the grass, feeling yourself glossy eyed as well now and wonder if there’s anything you could do. You can comfort her, maybe figure out just what she was doing while digging around the bushes in the first place, or quickly apologize and search the beach.
“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I can’t stick around, but I didn’t mean to do that to you. I’ve gotta go!" (Click to get back into the chase. Time is running out...)
“No, I’m not gonna let you think of me like this!” (Continue reading to comfort Fluttershy. The chase isn’t really as important to you right now...)
She looks at you with a confused stare, but that expression quickly melts to surprise as you grasp her at shoulder length to give her a tenderly comforting hug. She smiles and closes her eyes to grasp you back, and for more than a good, long minute, you two sit there ridding the depression you two feel with each others fond company. Fluttershy begins to settle down now, and you can tell this by the ending of water drips on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry for pushing you,” she says, tightening her grasp. “I just felt so hurt, and irrational... Please forgive me...”
You hold back your own bitter tears, knowing it wasn’t her that should be apologizing. “No, I’m the one who needs to say sorry... I wasn’t looking where I was going. Please, you should be forgiving me.”
She blushes and asks, “Why don’t we just forgive each other then?” You nod your head, happy with the offer, and she finishes, “Those books were so wrong about humans... They’re so kind.”
You wonder what she’s talking about, but decide not to ask. Instead, the question that leaves your lips at this point is, “Say, what exactly were you doing in there to begin with?”
“Oh... I was, um... looking for Angel. He’s somewhere in this shrub I think...”
You release her, look in and chant, “Angel Bunny... Come on out.”
Fluttershy, still holding her weakened hoof claims, “He won’t come to you. He’s pretty scared of strangers.”
Despite her words, you keep calling for him. “Angel?”
In very little time, he pokes his ears out; then his furry whiskers, and as if he’s known you for years, the little guy ends up popping right out, looking at Fluttershy with a smile. He bounces his way to her soft mane and nestles himself in, and you stand up with a chuckle. Fluttershy brings her hoof up to her muzzle and says, mainly to herself, “He’s never done that with anypony... That’s really rare.”
“I’m glad I could help.” You pet Fluttershy on the head while looking at her hoof. It seems to be fine, despite some puffiness showing. “You’ll be alright, then?”
“Yes, I’m alright now. You’re nothing like the books described.”
You scratch your nose, still curious on what she’s talking about and question, “What books ?”
She gives you a pair of stunned eyes and explains, “Oops, I’m so sorry, I’m not supposed to tell you. It’s actually a secret.”
You nod off, positive Pinkie’s involved in this. Maybe the residents of Ponyville have been furtively studying your kind more than you thought, but there’s nothing you can do to find out your answers right now. You apologize to the mare one last time before parting with her, picking up the slack while seeing sands of the beach just past some ferns, but no Pinkie. You look around and realize, once again, you’ve lost the trail.
~Chasing Pinkie~
~The Ending: Revelations~
You walk along the beach, looking at the sun as it nears the ocean’s silver line and wonder where that mare could’ve run off to. Surely she’s somewhere nearby, but where? You try your best to comb the sands with such little time, but you’re just way too worn out to run now. Your energy is completely spent, you’re aggravated at making Fluttershy cry and you still haven’t a clue where Pinkie’s gone off to.
You look up to the sky to see a swiveling line and wonder what it is. It’s nearing your destination, and you yell to it, “Hey! Where’s Pinkie?!”
It turns its direction a bit and gets closer. Upon it finally coming into full view, you back up a bit and consider running out of fear. Discord of all beings lands right in front of you with what seems to be Screwball on his shoulder. You blink at him, trying not to let your terror show and ask, “Are you the good Discord, the one Fluttershy’s reformed? Or are you still corrupt?”
He chuckles and explains, “No worries, silly human. I’m reformed and... ugh, yes... good .” He rolls his eyes at that final word and sits to pick up and toss his filly in the air. As Screwball begins to float with her hat twirling to keep her suspended, he continues, “So, you’re the Pinkie chaser I’ve been spying on? Oops, that was supposed to be a secret, just like everything else you’ve been involved in today.”
You lower your eyebrows, curious towards what he’s saying by that and demand, “Explain yourself. What do you mean?”
He places his paw and claw behind his head and just looks at you for a moment, then closes his eyes to seemingly sleep. The relaxing fiend yawns and says, “You know, nopony told me of your arrival. I just felt your presence, and I wondered, now why in Equestria would they bring you here? To be Pinkie’s special present? But wait! Pinkie’s birthday is usually celebrated with her hoping to see her friends happy... So, with nothing better to do, I slipped into my chaotic powers to poke around, and what I found was extremely entertaining.”
Your anger rises at his time wasting, so you plead, “Get to the point, Discord.”
He smirks and utters, “You’re being played with like a fool, my dear gift.”
You back up, wishing it to be a lie and say, “How do you know?”
“Uh, hello?! Discord, being of disharmony and unordered phenomenon? If this doesn’t make sense to you, then you need to watch my show more often.” He sits up and starts explaining more thoroughly. “You awoke tied and gagged, correct? I’ll tell you why you were like that. Twilight was observing your body, inspecting it to catalog everything in the name of research. After all, you’re a foreign entity from another world. Her curiosity was just too strong. The restraints were for protection, in case you woke up and became violent.”
You look down, figuring this to be accurate and allow him to continue.
“Then, after that, Pinkie planted the trail so you’d be lead right to Rainbow Dash. See, that Pegasus pony asked Pinkie to try and get you to give her a belly rub. She’s always wanted one from those things you call fingers. Next up, we have Applejack. Pinkie was never in the barn, which is why you never found her hoof prints anywhere near the area. Applejack wanted to get someone to tell her if her cutie mark tasted like apples, and Rainbow Dash was the only pony anywhere around who she could trust to get you over there and help her out with that.”
Your eyes warily look back and forth at the sands and the water that clash to the shore. “Keep going...”
“With pleasure... Now, Lyra... well, that was unintentional. It was mere chance you ran into her, but Rarity wished to try and design some outfits with you, which is why when you got there, you didn’t have much choice. While she did so, Pinkie hid in a basket. If you’d stayed and kept searching, you might’ve won by then, but instead, you left. Then, that gave her the ultimate opportunity to lead you to Fluttershy. Now, my yellow little friend only wished to see if you were aggressive and uncaring.”
You turn your eyes from the sun to Discord in confusion. “Why would Fluttershy want to know that?”
He gave an evil sounding snicker and claimed, “Because it’s what she’s read. You see, the books in our world depict your kind, the humans, as angry and bloodthirsty barbarians. Of course, that’s because those are from mankind's early, war driven history. She just wanted to prove those documents wrong. Finally, with all this said, do you understand now?”
You nod, frowning at the truth. “I’m not just Pinkie’s present... I’m her friend’s gift as well... I’m here because all this was expertly planned out by Pinkie, huh? All except Applejack and Lyra, but still...”
You look over to see Discord gone, vanished from the sight, and Pinkie at the far off end of the beach. You look over at the sunset and think about everything she’s put you through. You saunter over to her, your fists clenched and wonder what you’re to do, but you have an idea for a punishment, and it just feels so right to carry out, too.
She looks over to you, a smile swept across her face and says, “You found me... Congrats. Now all’s left is for you to grab my tail, and I’m all yours ."
You just stand there, a devilish grin creeping from cheek to cheek. Your eyes squint at what you’re about to pull. You know full and well she wants you to catch her. That way, she also gets her present, and everypony wins, even you. If there’s one thing you’ve learned, however, it’s that you don’t like being made a fool. Your arms spread to the sides and you explain, “I’m not sure I want that anymore!”
Her toothy smile fades, and she asks, “What?”
Slightly slapping your hips and leaning your head, you explain, “Discord told me everything, about how I’m just your technical puppet. You’ve been using me all this time so your friends can benefit from your birthday as well, not just you. This whole thing was never about you, was it? It’s been all about me satisfying them. It's all been rigged.”
Pinkie stomps her left hoof in the sand and grumbles, “Darn it, Discord! Why did he have to interfere?!” She looks at you, her mane blowing in the cool breeze and asks, “You’re not seriously going to torture me by doing this, are you?”
You slowly back up, smiling at her disappointment and say, “Consider it punishment for making me go through all this, and making an idiot out of me.”
As the last rays of light began to dissipate over the horizon, Pinkie gallops to you and tackles you to the ground, but it’s too late. The sun has set, and you purposely lose the game. Just to tease her further, you grip the end of her tail and say, “I’ve got you... Too bad I’m out of time, huh?”
She tears up, looking at you in the eyes and sinks her head to your chest. You stroke her mane and let her cry it out. Suddenly, during this time, you feel sorta bad at the rash decision you’ve made. Knowing Pinkie won’t be getting anything for her special day puts guilt in your stomach. Deep inside, you know you’re not a bad person, but there’s nothing you can do about it now, or so you thought.
You hear distinct hoof steps approach you and the sobbing mare. Twilight looks down at you with a seemingly blank expression. “That wasn’t very nice of you...”
You smile and say, “Yeah, I know... Not really like me at all, but I was just so enraged and on edge about the real reason for me being here, I just lost control.”
Twilight nodded and muttered, “It’s not like we didn’t do some messed up things to you, too...”
“But two wrongs never make things right...” You look at the still crying pony and ask, ”Say, Pinkie, considering this is your game, if you want, can’t you change up the rules?”
Pinkie looks up at you with a depressed frown and says, “Well, I suppose so, but I won’t if you really, truly just want to return home. I understand how you must feel, so I won’t force you into doing anything you don’t want to...”
So, you have your final options set. Throughout your time here, you’ve either fondled with many ponies, or left them without an inkling of satisfaction. It’s your choice as well to give Pinkie her present, or leave Equestria now and probably make this the worst birthday Pinkie could’ve ever had. Along with these choices comes the gender option. If you decide to bend the rules for Pinkie, you may either choose to pleasure her as a man or a girl.
“Send me home, Twilight... I’m finished with this game." (Click to be sent home...)
“I think you deserve me... After all, you were merely trying to see to it that all your closest friends benefited from your present as well." (Click to enjoy your reward as a male...)
“I was just overreacting. Besides, us girls need some play time, right?” (Click to enjoy your reward as a female...)
~Chasing Pinkie~
~Neutral Ending~
Twilight closes her eyes, and Pinkie just gets up while trotting off, utterly depressed by your choice. You observe her staring out at the waters and looking at the moonlight dancing with the waves. You figure, you’ve probably broken her spirit, but at the same time, she’s broken you as well. You’ve gone through hell today, facing many difficult challenges which thoroughly burned yourself out. All you wish to do now is return to your home, be in your bed and have something to eat. You’re starving as well. You realize you haven’t had one single morsel of food all day.
“Take me home, Twilight...”
With the Alicorn’s flaring magic swirling around your whole body, you feel yourself fading from the world and materializing in the real one. As you open your eyes, you see yourself naked once again, and in your room. You quickly get comfortable in the regular clothing you generally wear around the house and get into bed. It’s late, and you have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow. You can’t really focus on preparing a meal thanks to the overwhelming exhaustion you feel, so rest will have to suffice. You’ll make yourself a big breakfast in the morning.
Six, the break of dawn, and you awaken. Your dreams were filled with Pinkie Pie and all the other cute and adorable ponies. You can’t shake the memories of yesterday no matter how hard you try, so you deal with it while sliding out of bed. You exit the room and head into the bathroom for a bit. While you’re in there, staring at yourself in the mirror, you suddenly hear a loud but familiar noise from the dining room. Upon entering where you heard the sound, you’re surprised to see a wide assortment of berries, vegetable and fruits in a basket, and big, pink bow tied to the handle. There's also a note sitting on the table. It reads:
I’ve been mean to you. I never meant for things to turn out so badly for either of us in the end. I hope, someday, you can forgive me, and we can be friends again. Twilight says she’s thinking about cloning you so I can still get my birthday present, but I just got finished telling her to forget about it. It’s not right for me to do that. I’ve sent you into a horrible time here in Equestria. It wasn’t supposed to be like that at all.
So, the only thing I can think of to make up for it is by providing you with this breakfast. It’s got all sorts of yummy stuff in it that’s really good for you, too. I kept hearing your tummy rumble while I was crying on it, so I made up my mind to, at the very least try and make up for the wrongs I’ve done. Thanks for playing with me, by the way. You were the best chaser I could’ve ever hoped for. Maybe, someday, you and I could do this again, but next time, it’ll be for fun and not to get you to be everyone’s special gift.
Yours sincerely, Pinkie Pie.
You put the note back on the table, look at the food and grit your teeth in frustration. Grabbing an apple and taking a juicy bite out of it, you think about all that’s happened and ponder on maybe going back, but for now, you just munch on your food and think about the time you just spent in Equestria.
You don’t know if what you did was right or wrong. All that you can contemplate about is how you’re going to forget this. Though, the memory with probably forever taunt you, just as the gift basket does now. You place the fully eaten apple in the trash and walk out of the house after getting dressed for the day, and continue with your life.
Good Ending: Male Version
~Chasing Pinkie~
~Good Ending: Male Version~
You look at Pinkie, your smile making her own grin grow, and Twilight sighs, “Well, that’s a relief. If you decided to simply leave, I doubt you could even imagine how hard it would’ve been to cheer Pinkie up!”
You feel Pinkie stand and you do the same. You look down at the mare and ask, “You’re not upset anymore, right?”
She shakes her head and wipes away some tears while cheerfully claiming, “No, not anymore.”
Twilight looks at the two of you and asks, “I guess... I should go ahead and send you on over to Pinkie’s room, then?” Both of you nod simultaneously and in perfect unison. "Alright, but I need to tell you, once the sun rises tomorrow, you'll be automatically transported back to your world. It's how the enchantment works."
You give a cool thumbs up, and upon seeing her horn blaze with purple radiance, you feel yourself having some lifting sensations. In little more than a second, you’re in Pinkie’s room. All around, there’s balloons and party favors, a table at the far end and a bed to the right of you. Pinkie turns to you from your left and rubs her body along your legs. She glances up with lust and asks, “You gonna take off your pants, or what?”
Chuckling, you strip to your birthday suit for the birthday girl and walk over to the chair. To her surprise, you lift your hand and tell her to approach with your index finger. She obeys with a grin and seductively asks, “What might you be planning?”
“You’ll see...”
You’re still a bit ticked off by all the nonsense you’ve gone through today, and you simply had to give her a pleasing punishment for making you feel so stupid. Your hands bring her to lay sideways on your lap and pet her coat gently. Then, with a swift slapping sound, you spank her flank extremely near her tail-hole. She gasps from the pain, but with your fingers running smoothly across her lower lips, she doesn’t put up a fight. You do it again, this time more calmly than before and continue whirling the tips into her, making sure she’s enjoying the treatment, which she definitely appears to be.
She smiles your way and asks, “Punish me... I’ve been bad.”
Snickering and feeling up her fur, you swat her again, this time making sure to quickly snatch her tail and tug a few times while chanting, “No one makes a dumb ass out of me.”
With another slap of her plot, she squeals and cheekily pleads, “Rougher!”
You cater to her wishes and proceed with the thorough and painful spanking until you feel her dripping wet. You stop and lift her up with both arms while she almost goes limp in your grasp. While you carefully lean her down on the bed, she raises her hind quarters for you invitingly. You stare for a moment before getting up on the bed to adjust yourself. Deciding to wait a minute instead of plunging in, you bring your mouth down and start nibbling on her sensitive ear. As you enter, her mouth lowers itself, and in moments, you find yourself sliding in all too easily. With her being so moist and welcoming inside, it proves way too easy for you to rapidly slam her hot hole.
With a nice, even and rhythmic tone going from the pounding sounds of your waists, you wrap your arms around her chest and lift her up while making sure your thick, liquid-flooded rod stays submerged deep within her. Your mouth releases from her ear and lowers to her neck to suck on, leaving a fairly noticeable love bite for her friends to possibly see. Countering her cries for you to stop, you whisper, "It's punishment."
She just huffs in between moans to let you know you’re in control of this excellent performance, and you quickly return to her neck. It’s beginning to get comfortably warm inside for you, so you keep up your humps, feeling her juices seep through and slide down your balls, only to drip and stain the blanket.
Pinkie gasps for air and utters, “You’re the best... Keep fucking your reward, keep going, please!”
You absolutely refuse to stop, digging deeper in still, hitting her base like it’s nothing. Finally unable to hold on much longer, you warn her, “It’s coming...”
She’s lost in the pleasure zone of her mind and can’t hear you. Even if she did, she’d probably just demand you to cum, so you start to gradually pick up the pace even faster than before. Pinkie’s body twitches from the exciting sensation, letting you know she was all too close to her own brink of ecstasy, too, so you push as deep into her as possible and pump her full of your spunk. You feel your body tense up along with hers and the two of you lose each other in an Earth-shattering climax. You feel yourself drench her insides with a nonstop flow of your essence, and for what could’ve easily been well over a minute, you find yourself unable to stop. Once it ended, something that seemed impossible, the two of you drop to the pillows. You keep hold of Pinkie tightly while panting from the ridiculously incredible rush you two just shared and slur, “You’re a... b-bad pony...”
You feel your hard member plop out followed by the steady stream of your liquids, and hear her mutter, “I wish you didn’t have to go...”
You smile and say, “I know... Me neither...”
All you can do is snuggle with your prize while hazily slipping into a dream. By morning, you would find yourself in your room again. That night, though; the one you spent with Pinkie could easily be described as possibly the greatest night of your life, and you wouldn’t have given it up for the world.
Good Ending: Female Version
~Chasing Pinkie~
~Good Ending: Female Version~
You lift yourself up and say, “Look, Pinkie, I know you were just trying to make sure all your friends got what they wanted, but seriously, next time, don’t put me through that... Alright?”
She nods and asks, “So, does this mean...?”
“Yeah, you can have your gift.” You look at Twilight and ask, “Say, could you take us to Pinkie’s room?”
She rolls her eyes and says, “Yeah, sure... Just don’t get carried away, Pinkie.”
The party pony just smirks at you, and in no time at all, you find yourself in her room. The place is filled with balloons, streamers and other party goods. There’s a table to the end, and a comfy looking bed with heart shaped pillows littering and even falling off it. As you marvel in how cute it is, Pinkie walks coyly to her closet and starts rummaging around while you take a seat in one of the table chairs. “So, Pinkie, how should we do this?”
Pinkie giggles and says, “Well, we’ve got one of two options to choose from. I hate to tell you, but the honest truth is by tomorrow’s sunrise, you’ll be back in your world. That’s how long the spell lasts.”
You sigh and say, “What? That sucks...”
“Oh, don’t worry! That’s plenty of time for me to screw your heart out!”
You raise one of your eyebrows at the statement. “Excuse me?”
Pinkie closes the door that was blocking her and reveals an already prepped strap-on, double tipped and bright pink. Its equine shape and thickness almost puts you off, but not entirely. You eye the huge toy member she’s wearing and wonder if it’ll go all the way in. “See, you’re my gift. What fun would it be to let you plow me? Besides, I’ve practiced for weeks with Rainbow Dash, and I can honestly say, you want me to be the one bucking!”
Your eyes are transfixed on her device, and you find yourself starting to water at the mouth. For some, odd and arousing reason, you want to try it. “Alright,” you say with a worried smile. “I guess it couldn’t hurt... much ...”
Pinkie walks over to you, her toy swinging with every step and she tells you, “Look, if you start to feel even the slightest bit of pain, I’ll pull out immediately until you recover. Does that sound good?” You smile and agree to the offer. “Great! First, though...” Her right hoof rests on the table and props her upper body up while her left gestures to her thickness. “Suck me off.”
You blink, lick your lips and kneel down to get at an even level. Her eyes watch attentively while you start at the base, feeling the dipping toy on your nose and take a long slide up to the tip. She moans from the movement she feels inside and grabs your head. Your mouth, opening wide takes the summit in and starts to suckle fondly while your tongue slides in circles around the edges. As you feel it sink deeper, Pinkie says, “Woah.. d-don’t wiggle it around, it feels way too good!”
You ignore her orders and bob repetitively, enjoying the taste. This toy seems to be specially made with a strawberry flavor, so it’s not like rubber at all. If anything, you’re almost tempted to bite down on it and chew it up like bubble gum. With Pinkie reaching close to her first climax, she began to buck wildly while you do your best to keep up the pace. You could tell she could no longer hold on upon hearing her hoof tap again and again on the floor. The toy in your mouth raised slightly from her clenches and before you know it, she dirties the ground with her cum. It spills serenely and makes trickling sounds upon impact, which only leaves you feeling proud at how well of a job you did.
While Pinkie leans over the table, you wipe your mouth off with a smirk. You take off your shirt and pants as Pinkie mumbles, “I guess... It’s your turn, huh? Alright. J-Just lay on the bed... I’ll be right over.”
You do as she says and place your head on some of the pillows, your knees dig into the softness and poke your backside up to tease her. She gets up from recovering and walks towards the end of the bed. You suddenly feel her hoof grace your plot and rub it, sending shivers down your spine. Pinkie moves her right hoof over your slit and plants the tip in, making you groan from the new feel. She warmly fiddles up and down, lathering you up until you can barely take the kind playfulness any longer. With the brush of her tongue, your eyes close and you let pure pleasure sink into your frame. With every streak she gives you, the more open you feel for her.
“T-This is amazing, Pinkie!” You’re surprised by how far her tongue’s dipping in right now. It’s almost touching your deepest parts, making you wrench in lust.
Pinkie halts for a minute and says, “I’ve had practice.”
You beg her, “Don’t stop, please!”
She immediately dives back in and returns to her drink. You can feel her taking in some of your liquids as her neck begins to form a clear line of water sliding from your open pussy. You start to grip the bed sheets more tightly, and she stops. “Whoa, that was close!” She’s right. You were seconds away from an orgasm, but Pinkie apparently wanted to save that for a little bit later. “Now that you’re nice and wide, I can fit this bad boy in!”
She lifts herself over and looms on top of you, her hooves slowly tensing your back to prepare you. As you calm yourself and get ready for the throbbing thruster, you feel its pressure push against you. To your happy surprise, it slides in smoothly, almost to the ring, but only a few inches off. It backs its way to the tip again and you feel Pinkie lunge deeper in. Now getting to an even beat, her cock sloshing through your wet, moist inner muscles, you begin to moan frantically and huff with every potent thrust. She’s all the way to the ring now, and you can barely keep hold of the blanket. You bite down on the pillow you’ve been using to keep yourself from exploding, but it’s just no use. Pinkie’s too good for you.
With the two of you grinding against each other and grunting from unbelievably sublime bliss, you hit your breaking point and feel your eyes roll back in ridiculous joy. With every slap she gives comes her own heavenly moans from the climax, and in what seems like a never ending daze of a fun time, the two of you find your heads beginning to spin from overloading your minds with pleasure. You drop after Pinkie pushes her toy all the way in one last time. Your legs feel like jelly, and you feel yourself falling asleep. Pinkie snuggles with you, her hooves feeling your breasts, massaging your nipples and hear her sweet voice say, “This has been the best birthday... ever ..."
Morning arrives, and you’re in your room, in bed naked. You lift your head up and find your pussy dripping with love juices. All you can do is smile with the knowledge that you and Pinkie just had one hell of a time together. You feel around the bed, wishing she was there with you and say, “Damn ponies...”
Distraction #1: Rainbow Dash
~Chasing Pinkie~
~Distraction #1: Rainbow Dash~
You quickly look left and right, not sure where the mare went. Off a few feet away is some bushes, lush trees and several, brightly colored buildings. You lick your lips, trying to figure out where she could’ve possibly headed, but it’s no use without some sort of clue. You bring your head down in wonderment and place the palms of your hands on your waist, only to notice hoof marks in the dirt. You kneel down, feel them and follow their direction with your eyes to see they head for a path to your right.
“I’ve got you...”
With a quick kick of dirt from your start, you follow the trail. As you run, feeling the wind on your cheeks and your shirt flapping with your speed, you take a sharp turn to the left and run down the hill, passing many rows of wildlife. The tree branches hanging in your way are swatted out of your path by your arms, and some rocks are dodged with every passing step you take, until finally, you glance down and notice the trail of hoof marks have disappeared.
Coming to a halt, you glance around, confused as to what might’ve happened to them. More than likely, Pinkie must’ve jotted into the bushes a while back to ensure keeping you off of her trail. You bend down, hands on your knees and pant for a few moments before hearing a familiar snoring sound.
Looking up, you see a cloud passed just beyond the leaves, all alone and some strands of what looks like a spectrum mane hanging from the edges. You move over to get a better view and see it’s indeed Rainbow Dash sleeping. You bring your hands to your mouth and shout, “Hey! Excuse me, but I could use some assistance!”
Rainbow pops her head up and looks down at you, curious as to who’s calling for her. Seeing you, she guides her cloud down to meet you and asks, “What do you want? I’m busy.”
Smirking, you question, “With sleeping? Look, I’m searching for-”
She cuts you off, “For Pinkie. Yeah, yeah, I know. I don’t know where she is, so you can beat it.”
You’re about to do as she says, but you know better than this. Rainbow’s the Element of Loyalty. She could be lying to you because Pinkie might’ve asked her to do so. You turn back around and say, “What if I do you a favor? Then will you help me?”
“I told you already I don’t...” She begins to look at your hands, obviously thinking it over, and asks, “Say, have you ever wanted to... you know, give somepony like myself a belly rub?”
You look at her with a raised eyebrow. You can either leave her and continue in the direction you were going, or show her an excellent time.
“Actually... Look, I’ll find Pinkie on my own. Thanks anyways.” (Click to resume your course...)
"Lay down on your back, Dashie.” (continue reading to give Rainbow Dash her belly rub...)
She smiles and obeys your orders. Still on the puffy cloud, Rainbow adjusts herself to get nice and comfy while you stand over her, beaming with excitement. Your hands slowly begin with her chest and move down, making her shiver as you fondly caress her fur. She just continues to smile, content with your performance so far. With the right hand smoothing her tummy, and your left reaching up to her neck, you bring your head down slowly to peck the blushing mare’s forehead. She snickers at the action, happy with your forwardness.
“You’re really good at this,” she says.
You explain while keeping up with a kind scratch, “I’ve thought about doing this plenty of times to understand where to poke.”
As your fingers move slowly down to her lower legs, she suddenly stops you and says, “I’m... not really feeling safe about that... Just the rubs will do, please.”
Nodding your head, you move away from her lower legs and continue to ruffle your hand up and down, feeling her up as you warily enjoy seeing her liking it so much. Eventually, her wing taps you on your leg, and you decide to massage that as well. With your fingers feeling through her feathers, and your right hand streaking through her coat, you help extend her wings out in the middle of the process. Returning your left hand to her chest, you gently start to pick up the pace, making sure she’s pleased with your job thus far.
She looks up at you with hazy eyes and asks, “Scratch harder... please?”
You can’t resist. You begin to move your nails back and forth against her chest and tummy, eventually reaching down to the skin. She smiles and starts poking her tongue out through her teeth, joyfully twitching her bottom left hoof in nonsexual ecstasy. She stares up to the blue sky, moaning from your work and swallowing a bit before finally rolling her eyes back. You slowly stop for a moment as she glances at you and pants, “I... think that will do.”
Though you furtively disagree, you say, “Sure,” and place your hands in your pockets. You stare at her with lust being held back. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she had just pleasured herself with a vibrator. She huffed with drooping eyes and an enjoyed smirk. “So,” you begin. “Where’s Pinkie Pie?”
Rainbow looked up at the trail you were headed on and says, “She’s over there, at Applejack's. You’d better hurry.”
You turn to leave, but she stops you by grabbing your shoulder and brings you in for a hug. You’re surprised to know she has a sensual side like this and tug back. Despite time running down, you waste some of it leisurely cuddling with the cerulean mare.
Having done what you did, you can honestly say you have no regrets of this little act. Besides, Rainbow’s so cute, how could you not give her a goodbye hug? It would be mean to just rub and leave. You have a lot of respect for her, too. If anything, you almost wish you could be chasing her instead. Unfortunately, she would be impossible to catch thanks to Rainbow's flight ability. Not only that, but you know Pinkie is your main goal, and besides, you doubt Rainbow would ever want to have intercourse with a human. It’s just not in her nature, unlike her friend with a pink mane. Giving the mare one last peck on the head, you jog off, happy to have given a pony like Rainbow Dash a belly rub.
