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- >Day of forgotten nights in Equestria.
- >Wake up to annoying vibrating and yipping noises.
- >Roll over and grope around for your alarm clock.
- >The noises won’t stop.
- >They start to coalesce into a high-pitched amalgamation of words.
- >”Nonny. Hey Anon. Non-Non, wake up!”
- >Refusing to open your eyes, you reach for the source of the sound.
- >Your hand brushes up against a coarse, mesh tangle.
- >Pressing further, you bump against a fuzzy mound of flesh.
- >”Hehe. Stop it Nonny, that tickles!”
- >The entity before you snorts and you echolocate your target.
- >You quickly bring your arm back, coiling it like a serpent and, in a flash, you strike out... and delicately boop Pinkie’s snout.
- >She goes cross-eyed momentarily, following your pointer’s movement.
- “Five more minutes...”
- >Pinkie wrinkles her nose and whines, “Aww... But Nonny, today’s our birthday party! You wouldn’t want to miss any of the action, would you?”
- >You mumble groggily:
- “‘Our party?’ What in Equestria are you talking about, you crazy horse?”
- >Pinkie gasps, inflating like a balloon in mock terror. “Nonny, that’s terrible! I could understand forgetting Gummy’s birthday, or maybe even Fluttershy’s, but to forget everyone’s? That’s real cold, mister.”
- >She crosses her forehooves in front of her and huffs.
- >You bury your face deeper into your pillow and your words come out muffled.
- “Pinkie, I have no idea what you’re talking about...”
- >”You don’t remember last year?”
- “What about it?”
- >”I threw a positively personable and palilalial Pinkie pony party! Don’t you remember, Nonny? Don’t ya? Don’t ya?”
- >You can feel Pinkie’s weight on your bed as she cranes over you.
- >Reluctantly, you decide to roll over and face her.
- >Her face is closer than you thought it’d be...
- “Pinkie, you throw so many parties it’s hard to remember them all.”
- >”It’s not -that- hard, silly. Last year was the one where we played cider pong with Lyra and BonBon.”
- >A small synapse fires off in your brain.
- “Oh God... Was that the time we played like... 10 rounds of cider pong and I lost every one?”
- >Pinkie giggles and smiles, “See, you remembered.”
- “Well, actually, that night’s really fuzzy. I don’t really remember anything else...”
- >Pinkie’s mane flattens somewhat and her mouth quivers. “So you don’t remember that night?”
- >You scratch the back of your head and try to concentrate, but you access nothing but fog.
- “Nope, sorry.”
- >She sniffles.
- “But that’s probably a good thing.”
- >You offer weakly.
- “Some of the best nights of my life are ones I can’t remember.”
- >Pinkie peps up instantly. “Great! So you’re coming to the party then?”
- >You can’t help but smile.
- “Of course, Pinkie. I wouldn’t miss it for the wor-”
- >”Woo-hoo!” she shouts, producing a noisemaker and a party hat from thin air. “See you there, Nonny!”
- >She blares the noisemaker as she slams the party hat over your head.
- >The hat crashes down on your skull and its brim sinks below your eyes, cutting off your field of vision.
- >At the same moment, you begin to feel dizzy and your limbs start to feel heavy.
- >The wail of the noisemaker deepens and elongates, creating a low, monotone bass.
- >The blackness of your lost vision becomes a single pinpoint of light.
- >Though you feel as though your appendages should be forcing you downward, you start to feel a suction at the apex of your skull where the hat rests against your head.
- >The dot of light rushes toward you, ushering in the panorama that is the cosmos.
- >Your body seems to be pulled up and down simultaneously until you are thin and wiry.
- >The hat then slurps you up, swallowing you whole.
- >You blink.
- >And find yourself in front of a laser-lit, thumping Sugarcube Corner, morning long since passed.
- >”Oh Non-Non, you made it!” chirps Pinkie from the doorway.
- >The queasiness in your stomach prevents you from addressing her.
- >Right...
- >This is starting to feel familiar again.
- “Yeah... Thanks for the ride, Pinkie...”
- >Two familiar faces trot up next to you as you regain your composure.
- >”Nice outfit, Anon.” Lyra smirks.
- >You peer down at your attire to find that you’re still decked out in your pajamas from earlier in the day.
- >Momentarily glaring at Pinkie Pie, you turn your attention back to Lyra and scoff.
- “At least I’m wearing something, you stank.”
- >Lyra simply chuckles. “Try not to fall in love while I walk away, monkey boy.”
- >BonBon smiles nervously and accompanies Lyra inside.
- >You watch their flanks jiggle.
- >Stupid ponies...
- >At least you were agitated enough to snap out of your nausea.
- >You make your way inside and Pinkie gives you a thumbs up.
- >Or a hoof up.
- >Or something.
- >Somehow the understanding is there.
- >”I think you look nice, Nonny; very comfortable, very confident.”
- “Heh, thanks Pink.”
- >You lean over and whisper in her ear:
- “But maybe next time you could wait for me to change?”
- >”Aww, but you’re so slow, Non-Non.”
- “Well, it’s true that I don’t have the same authority over time and spa-”
- >Pinkie seems to blur momentarily.
- >She gives you a broad smile and pats you on the back, ushering you inside. “There. That’s better, right?”
- “Better? What are you talking about?”
- >She escorts you over to the punch table and hands you a cup.
- >When you reach up to take it, you see the familiar black fabric of your trademark suit adorning your arm.
- >By now you should know better than to question Pinkie Pie.
- >For the time being, you’ll just be glad that it’s working out to your benefit.
- >You take a sip of your drink.
- >It’s pretty sugary, but if the empty bottles surrounding the bowl are to be believed, it could knock you on your ass.
- “Alright Pinks, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”
- >Pinkie whacks her hoof on the punch table, popping some of her recently-ladled beverage into the air at a trajectory perfectly aimed for her mouth.
- >She gulps it down in one go and licks her lips. “We could always play cider pong again!”
- >You scoff and take another swig.
- “No thanks. I don’t want another repeat of last year.”
- >You think...
- “What else do you ponies know how to play?”
- >”Hmm, let’s see...” Pinkie taps her hoof to her chin, “There’s I Never, Snap, Thirty One...”
- >Her voice trails off as you focus on a stack of party cups on the table.
- >”Waterfall, Thumper...”
- “Pinkie, do you still have that long table in the kitchen?”
- >”Sure, Nonny.”
- “How about Flip Cup?”
- >”Ooh! I like that one!”
- “Let’s do it.”
- -
- >As you clear the table and get everything ready, Pinkie roams the party and rounds up a meager squad of recruits: Vinyl, Berry Punch, Big Mac, Derpy, and, to your surprise, Octavia.
- “I would’ve thought you’d be too proper for these kinds of parties, Octy.”
- >She gives you a reserved smirk, “No pony misses a Pinkie Pie party.” She turns to the white unicorn beside her, “Besides, Vinyl wouldn’t have let me stay home.”
- “Alright, so everyone knows how to play, right?”
- >The mares all nod and Big Mac gives his signature ‘Eeyup.’
- >”But don’t we need one more? We’ve uneven teams, Anon.”
- >A quick head count confirms Octavia’s suspicions.
- >You spot Rarity’s signature coiling purple tail and step over your entourage.
- >Any port in a storm, right?
- “I’m on it. You guys start picking teams.”
- >Passing through the doorway, you call out to your unicorn friend.
- “Yo Rare, We need another for Flip...”
- >It’s only once you clear the threshold that you’re able to take notice of whom Rarity was conversing with.
- “Cup...”
- >Fluttershy’s ears perk up and she pops up into the air, floating gently. “I’ll do it!”
- >She turns to Rarity. “If that’s okay, I mean...”
- >Rarity makes a scootching motion with her hoof. “Of course, dear. You two have fun.”
- >She catches sight of a dapper young stallion as he exits from the kitchen behind you. “And I’ll have mine.”
- >Winking, she follows after her stud. “Yoo hoo!”
- >Fluttershy floats a little closer. “I-It’s good to see you, A-Anon... You know, we didn’t get to s-see each other last year...”
- “Yeah, yeah, Flutters. Good to see you and all that.”
- >You swiftly grab her by the hoof, causing her to jump a bit, and tote her back into the kitchen.
- -
- >When you arrive at the table, the teams look to have been settled already.
- >Pinkie, Big Mac, Berry Punch, and Octavia stand across from Derpy and Vinyl.
- >Okay, to be fair, Berry is slouching more than she is standing.
- >One point in favor of your team.
- >Still, looks like you’ll be stuck with the dead weight of Derpy and Fluttershy.
- “So this is how it’s gonna be, huh?”
- >”Mmhmm,” Pinkie beams. “And we thought we’d make things interesting by using punch instead of cider!”
- >You glower a bit at the prospect.
- “What are ya Anon a lightweight?” Berry slurs as her eyes attempt to focus on you. “Or justa pussy?”
- “Oh, you’re on, bitch.”
- >You huddle up your team to talk strategy.
- “Alright girls, drink fast and flip well. I want Vinyl up front, Derpy second, Fluttershy third, and I’ll bring us home. Got it?”
- >“Got it.”
- “Go team on three. One, two, three.”
- >”Go team!”
- >Your team breaks into their positions and you find yourself eyeing down Big Mac.
- >He’s probably anchoring for them as well.
- “Okay. Ready. Set... Go!”
- >Vinyl slugs her drink down.
- >Setting her cup on the edge, she futilely tries to upend it a few times.
- >In the meantime, Pinkie finishes her drink and sets her cup down.
- >She hits her cup in an arc that should clearly overshoot the table.
- “Haha, good try Pinki-”
- >Well, it -should have- but before falling past the boundary of the table, it tumbles in mid-air, suspended, and then slides back onto the table rim-down.
- >”Your turn, Berry!”
- “Ffffffffffffff- Figured everything out over there, Vinyl?”
- >You can tell that she’s starting to lose her cool.
- >Berry’s drink sloshes into her belly and she seems to have to try to concentrate just to line her cup bottom up to the edge.
- >At least that’s in your favor...
- >After a few more tries, Vinyl nearly gets her cup to land square.
- >You see a faint pink glow surround her horn and her cup settles.
- >Derpy suckles at her drink, draining it slowly.
- >By this time Berry has managed to flip her cup once, unsuccessfully, and almost forget that she was playing a game.
- >Derpy finishes off her beverage and sets up her flip.
- >She presses her muzzle up against the table and uses her wings to propel her body upward while spreading her arms and legs wide in joy.
- >It’s... actually pretty adorable.
- >And miraculously, it actually works.
- >Unfortunately, Berry’s cup also manages to land correctly.
- >At least you’re all tied up again.
- >You watch as Fluttershy nervously sips at her drink while Octavia elegantly, yet quickly, downs hers.
- “Faster Fluttershy! You gotta chug that shit, son!”
- >Seemingly inspired by your words, she knocks the rest of her mixture down.
- >”N-Now what?”
- “What do you mean? Flip it!”
- >She reels back in shock from your outburst, fluttering her wings; the air of which causes her cup to do a single gentle tumble in the air and land on the table.
- >You’re taken aback for a moment as you revel in the sheer statistical impossibility of what you just witnessed.
- >But in that moment, Octavia daintily upends her cup in a similar single-flip act of grace.
- >You snap to attention.
- >Both you and Big Mac slam your alcohol down and set up your cups.
- >The two of you lock eyes again.
- >Time nearly stands still.
- >That is until Big Mac rockets his cup into the air.
- >Shocked, you meagerly send yours aloft.
- >While your cup spins mid-air, Mac’s bounces off the ceiling and lands rim-down on the table, sealing your defeat.
- >”Ooh, close one,” Pinkie chirps.
- >Fluttershy looks to you. ”Did... Did we lose?”
- >Your cup rolls awkwardly on its side trying to settle.
- “‘Fraid so, Flutterbutt.”
- >”And Vinyl and Fluttershy cheated,” Octavia smirks. “No magic or wing power allowed.”
- >Pinkie gasps and then tuts. “That’s a penalty drink for each of you.”
- >She then produces eight more cups of alcohol from the nether, six of which are held by extraneous, likely temporary, appendages. “Per occurrence.”
- >You groan, but comply.
- “Wow, these drinks are starting to taste preeeetty good. How’s about we have ourselves a little rematch?”
- -
- >Your rematch ends the same way it did before.
- >So you rematch again, but change your order.
- >And lose again.
- >So the next time you try switching up the teams.
- >After another hour or so, you’re completely smashed.
- >Your head swims as you try to switch places with Big Mac.
- >Faltering, your thumb practically probes Mac’s asshole as you try to catch your step.
- “Haha. Sorry there... buckooooo. Almost gave you a Pooper Scooper haaa.”
- >They say that memories work situationally based on mental state.
- >Like if you’re angry when you learn something, the best way to remember that piece of information is to get angry again.
- >So now that you’re blasted, you begin to recall something very important...
- “Oh shit! I left my wallet on the -couch- that night at Becky’s place.”
- >No wait, that wasn’t it...
- >Suddenly, memories of last year’s party come flooding back.
- >You snatch Pinkie up by her waist and whisper in her ear:
- [spoiler]“I want to cum inside.”[/spoiler]
- >She giggles. “I thought you’d never ask!”
- -
- >The two of you break away from the party and retreat back down the familiar hall to Pinkie’s room.
- >”I’m so happy you remembered, Non-Non!” She cups her hoof in mock secrecy, “I’ve been really pent up lately.”
- >You slump down on Pinkie’s bed as she bustles around her room.
- “Yeah that must be... terrible and stuff. Damn your bed is soft.”
- >Pinkie digs away in her closet, scattering her assortment of wacky paraphernalia: swim fins, Kanye shades, top hats.
- >”And I got to thinking that maybe the next time I make the ‘ol’ whoopie cushion’ it should be super duper extra fun.”
- >As if on cue, a flaccid fart noise sounds off from one of Pinkie’s tossed toys.
- “Uh huh.”
- >You’re still distracted by Pinkie’s plush sheets.
- >”And I thought ‘What’s more fun than femdom?’ Am I right?” Pinkie chortles as she produces a length of rope.
- “Haha. Whaaat?”
- >”Great! Then I’ll take it from here, Nonny.”
- >In no time, you’re tied up spread-eagle and naked under a latex-clad Pinkie Pie.
- >Though you may not be into ponies, there’s more than enough bells ringing along to your domination fetish.
- >And something about ponies wearing clothes rubs you the right way.
- >Oh right, that something is Pinkie’s hoof at the moment.
- >She tenderly strokes your cock with her gloved hoof.
- >The rubber of the latex causes smooth but warm friction as she slides it along your member.
- “That feels goo-”
- >Pinkie presses her hoof against you forcefully, cutting you off and causing your erection to ache. “Did Mistress Pinkie say you could talk, worm?”
- >After a few moments of painful silence, she leans down to your ear and whispers gleefully, “You can answer that one, Non-Non.”
- >You mutter meekly:
- “No.”
- >”That’s ‘No, Mistress Pinkie’ to you, worm!” she shouts as she slaps you across the face.
- “Yes, Mistress Pinkie.”
- >”Good boy,” she coos, alleviating the pressure from her hoof and instead crawling on top of you to straddle your cock.
- >The heat from her pussy radiates through your shaft as her dampness cascades around you.
- >Slowly, she gyrates her hips, rubbing her moist lips along the entirety of your member.
- >”You should feel lucky that I’m even wasting my time on this limp noodle you call a dick,” she berates, trying to stifle a moan.
- “Yes, Mistress Pinkie.”
- >Her breath becomes shallower and beads of sweat begin to run down her black rubber.
- >She presses her body into you harder with each passing thrust.
- >Panting, she scowls, ”I bet you even think your sorry cock is worthy of entering me, don’t you?”
- >You grit your teeth in pleasure.
- “Yes, Mistress Pinkie.”
- >”Maybe I’ll let you; if you can convince me with your mouth.”
- >Leaning over you, Pinkie grabs a nearby collar and leash and fastens it to your neck.
- “Please, Mistress Pinkie. Please let me pleasure your perfect pussy with my pitiful cock.”
- >She smirks coyly. “Good try, Nonny, but I had something else in mind.”
- >Pinkie’s slick muff separates from the tip of your dick, leaving thin strands of mixed love juices desperately attempting to bridge the gap.
- >She crawls slowly up your torso, her dripping sex quickly cooling as it drops to your chest, until she presses herself against your chin.
- >”Bon appetit,” she grins, tugging against your leash and forcing your mouth against her overflowing mound.
- >Your tongue sinks deep into her folds, eagerly working to appease your pink and black captor.
- >Her nectar is sweet and you gulp it down in waves as the rest dribbles down your chin.
- >Pinkie arches and moans, yanking on your leash and pulling you even deeper into her cascade.
- >Your tongue darts around viciously, prodding every inch of Pinkie’s inner wall, driving her frenzied grunts into higher and more frantic octaves.
- >Her breathing becomes hitched and you decide to finish her off.
- >Having caught onto the rhythm of her undulating, you time yourself and pull Pinkie’s clit into your mouth creating a seal and suckling at it.
- >”Yes, Nonny!” she shouts, hips buckling and body quaking, “That’s it! I’m gonna-”
- >The floodgates shatter and your chin is met with a deluge of liquid relief.
- >Pinkie’s body shudders as it is wracked in orgasm.
- >She slides off your face and collapses into a puddle of pleased pony.
- >After a moment, you hear a light snoring.
- “Umm... Mistress Pinkie...?”
- >You struggle lightly against your restraints.
- “Mistress Pinkie?”
- >Her snoring grows louder.
- >Great...
- >The sound of creaking alerts you to Pinkie’s door.
- >”Umm... P-Pinkie Pie?”
- >Oh no.
- >”I-Is everything alright? I heard-”
- >Please. Anyone but...
- >”Oh my...”
- >Fluttershy stands ogling you from the doorway.
- “Great! Now that you’re here you can totally untie me and we can get back to-”
- >She starts walking toward you, eyes half-lidded. “It must really be my birthday...”
- “No, no, no. Fluttershy, you don’t have to do this. You can just walk away.”
- >She scoops a pair of Pinkie’s panties from the floor into her hoof.
- “Fluttershy? Flutter-”
- >Stuffing them into your mouth, she climbs into bed with you.
- -
- >And that’s how you ended up spending all night unwillingly:
- [spoiler]>Fucking Fluttershy.[/spoiler]
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