PowerfulStache - The Afterparty

>Be Anon.
>It's December.
>Just got out of quite possibly the strangest relationship I've ever been in.
>Damn, she loved that bow.
>Maybe a little too much.
>But whatever, it's all bowver now.
>School get's out for the year in about two days, and I still haven't found anybody to hang out with over the break.
>Fluttershy and Twilight are going off on a trip with their families to some cabins up north.
>I don't understand how this relationship is still going on.
>Octavia is still not ready to just be friends again.
>I bought her a new bow, after what happened, but she is still pretty pissed.
>The only person I actually know who isn't busy is Big Macintosh.
>But after what happened with that whole trespassing business with that poor teacher, I'm not quite sure I want to hang around him anymore.
>I heard about a party going on tomorrow night being hosted by Pinkie Pie.
>Again.
>At least it's not at the coffee shop.
>I still shiver at the thought of what happened there what felt like a lifetime ago.
>I might actually meet some interesting, normal people there.
>But then again, this is Canterlot High I'm talking about.
>The home of the demonic horse girl from another dimension.
>People seriously use that phrase to describe Canterlot High.
>I should probably get off of my roof and go take a walk.
>It's getting pretty damn depressing up here.
>I climb through the window next to me and stumble back into my shit-hole of a room.
>I've had 3 girlfriends up at this point, and I still haven't learned to keep my room clean.
>Maybe that's because Applejack wasn't exactly the cleanest person around, Rainbow Dash never actually visited my house, and Octavia was too focused on that bow to give a damn.
>Never mind that, I really need to get out there and find somebody to talk to.
>As soon as I get to the bottom of the stairs leading down from by room, my phone starts to vibrate.
>Who would be calling me at 6:30 in the afternoon?
>I check my phone.
>Dammit.
>What does he need now? Didn't he just get off of trial for that?

>I answer the call.

"Anon! I need your help down here at Sweet Apple Acres, now!"

>I sigh, wondering what the hell could be going on with him.

"Mac, what the hell is going on?"

"Hurry up, get down here, and meet me behind the barn! They'll be here soon!"

>And with that, he hangs up.
>Just this once, because I'm really bored, I'll go along with him on this one.
>I grab my jacket from the hanger on my way out and start running down the road towards Sweet Apple Acres, which was just 5 minutes away from my house.
>Could Mac have got in more trouble with the police?
>No, he is too quiet about things for that.
>The roads are pretty quite, excluding the loud pink car that came blaring by like a rocket.
>I spend the rest of the time jogging there, imagining all the possible things Mac could have done to completely fuck himself over.
>Walking in through the gates, I see Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Vinyl Scratch all in the car I saw earlier parked up right in front of the barn.
>Shit just got real.
>Besides being a complete party maniac, Pinkie also enjoyed pulling pranks, along with her gang, including Dash and Vinyl.
>The pranks used to be just fun and good laughs, but it's been taken too far and now everyone with sense is afraid when they see this trio together.
>No wonder Mac was so fucking worried.
>I wouldn't be surprised if Vinyl worked for The Family before it fell.
>Now being aware of the threat that loomed over Mac, I dive to the nearest bush, crashing into the tree right next to it.
>Damn, that must have made quite the noise.

"Dash, did you hear that crash?"

>Shit, that sounds like Vinyl.

"No shit I heard that crash, Vinny. Everybody in a the distance of a soccer field of here probably heard it."

"Don't worry you two. I'll go check it out. Keep working on picking that door open."

>I'm so unimaginably fucked.
>That was Pinkie.
>Dash might be strong and fast and Vinyl might be violent and insane, but Pinkie is pretty much all four of those things combined into one big crazy blob of party.
>I hear footsteps approach quickly, but my head is still recovering from that nasty bump into the tree.
>The most that I can do for myself is to crawl I tot he bush and hope for the best.

"Come out, whoever you are! We know you're there! Did Little Ol' Macintosh give you a call to come get him?"

>Pinkie continues to walk around, examining all the hiding places on the ground.
>Eventually she get's over to the bush I'm scrunched up in.
>Shit, what do I have in my pockets?
>I reach into my pockets, finding nothing but lint and Axe deodorant spray.
>Even somebody as insane as Pinkie would be temporarily blinded by this shit.
>As Pinkie begins to open up the bush as if she were opening a plastic bag, I awkwardly tug the spray out of my pocket.
>As more of the bush is opened up, my face is revealed.

"Gotcha!"

>As she reaches down to lift me up with her super-human Pinkie strength, I raise my hand up towards her holding the spray.

"What the..."

>That's all she has time to say before I activate the spray and make a run for it through the abundance of apple trees that surrounded me.
>By the time she regains her bearings, I'm already long gone off into orchard.
>Remembering why I came here, I turn my ass around and start running back towards the barn where Mac is trapped.
>Why am I doing this for Mac, anyways?
>Whatever they give him, he probably deserves for what he did to that poor girl who trespassed on the property.
>There wasn't enough convicting evidence, but I know Mac and I know he did it.
>I'm a man of second chances, so I continue sprinting towards the barn until I reach a fence sitting around the barn.
>I don't remember them having a fence set up around the barn from the surrounding orchard.
>Is this new, or is Pinkie just really fucking creative and evil when it comes to her "pranks"?

>Pinkie, as much as I hate to say it, you are quite the evil Rarity.
>Not to say Rarity wasn't evil, but she was totally worth it.
>I see what they are trying to do here.
>They're trying to pick the lock in the front so they can drive Mac out the back.
>Where this 8 foot tall electric fence is.
>This is exactly why I don't hang around people with too much time on their hands.
>Looks like I'm going to have to sneak my way around to the front if I want any chance if getting Mac out of here.
>It's getting really fucking dark out.
>How long have I been out here?
>I'm not going to risk checking my phone in the dark. They could still be looking for me.
>I start to sneak up to where the fence begins, at the front of the barn.

"Vinyl, after having been in The Family for two years, I would have thought you could pick a dumb hick's barn lock."

"Shut the hell up Dash. The door is already unlocked. We just need to span out the time so we can give him a real jumper."

"That's why we added you to our group. I like the way you think. How much longer you think until Pinkie get's back from chasing Anon?"

"Don't ask me. She's been gone 3 hours. At this point, she's probably already caught him and is exacting her requital on him."

>So let me get this straight.
>Dash and Vinyl are mind torturing Mac right now.
>Pinkie is still out in the orchard, looking for me.
>Don't even want to know what Pinkie's "requital" is.
>If I get Mac out of this, he owes me big-time.
>Fucking big-time.
>It's about time I actually take some action, and save his ass already.
>Having a look around me, I can see nothing I could use as a weapon.
>Well, it's too dark for them to see me out here, anyways.
>The back barn door is still unlocked, and if I can sneak in there unnoticed, I should be able to grab something in there to subdue the gangsters outside.
>Why do I get myself into these situations?
>As soon as I'm about to start crawling around the fence, I feel breath on the back of my neck.
>Stopping all movement, I can feel the heat of somebody right behind me.
>Ether Big Mac got out, Pinkie found me, or that monster that supposedly lives in these orchards is behind me.
>Whatever is behind me, I can feel it's breath on my ear, while I still refuse to look.
>A whisper begins to form.

"That was a really stinky move you pulled back there, Anon. I don't think you understand what you've gotten yourself into now."

>I can't believe I'm actually doing this, but anything beats being tortured by the infamous Pinkie.

"Do you know why I came here today?"

"To save Little Ol' Macintosh who's holed up right in that barn over there?"

>Fuck, I hope this works.

"Pinkie, I got a call from Mac, yes, but that's not why I came here. I didn't come to rescue him. I came because I knew you would be here."

>Pinkie backs the fuck up for a second.

"Wait, what?"

>I am probably going to lose all respect from Twilight and Fluttershy if they ever hear about this.

"Yes. Mac called me and said you, Dash, and Vinyl were here, so I saw this as the perfect opportunity to ask you something."

Ask me what? I thought you absolutely hated me, after the incident where you got trapped in that abandoned factory."

>That place was scary as all hell.
>I still can't believe I'm going to actually do this.
>I turn my head around and look her straight in the eyes putting on my best possible looking face.

"Pinkie, I wanted to ask you if I could join your gang."

>I have never seen anybody look that surprised in my entire life.
>Her face is one of glee and shock at the same time.

"That's not what I expected from you at all, Anon. But here's a couple questions for you, though."

>I'm not quite sure what I've done up to this point even lines up with what I'm trying to make it look like, but maybe she's insane enough to believe it.

"Anon, if you wanted to join my gang, why did you hide as soon as you walked in the farm?"

>That was the exact question I was hoping she wouldn't ask.

"I wanted to show off my capabilities of being sneaky. I obviously didn't pull it off too well, you know, considering."

>I point to the large ass bruise on my forehead.

"Why did you have an Axe can on you and why did you spray me with it?"

>Great, more interrogation.

"I carry Axe around as a defense weapon. I was surprised at you picking me up, and I just went straight to instinct on that one."

>Am I out of the blue here, or am I just as fucked as I was before?
>Pinkie stands up, staring at me and uttering extremely creepy noises that I can hardly make out.

"One more question, Anon. Are you willing to do all it takes to be in the gang?"

>This is easy enough.

"I will do anything to be in the gang. You have my word."

>Pinkie laughs uncontrollably.

"There is only one oath that can confirm your dedication. Recite it with me."

>Pinkie pulls me up off the ground.
>She places a finger on her chest.

"Repeat after me and do what I do: Cross my heart."

"Cross my heart."

>She drags her finger across her chest like an X and I do the same.

"Hope to fl-"

"Pinkie! We're going to need your help over here! Now!"

>I'm saved from what is likely the strangest oath ever with another problem.
>Pinkie picks me up and starts running.
>How is this even humanly possible?
>I'm not going to question it. I've seen weirder shit.
>Pinkie sprints over to Dash and drops me hard on the ground.

"Ugh, my ass!"

"Can it, Anon. Your ass could be hurting much more right now."

>Fucking Pinkie.

"So what's the problem, Dash?"

"It's Vinny. She went in there and she hasn't come out for 5 minutes now."

>I would so give Mac a brofist right now if I could.

"Looks like he's fighting back. Dash, you go get the taser from the car. Anon, here with me. I've got some business to attend to.

>Dash runs off towards the car, leaving me alone yet again with the most insane person in this town.

"So, where were we?"

>I get up off my ass and stand at attention, ready to follow through on whatever lame oath I had to recite to save my ass.

"Hope to fly."

>She waves her hands above her head in a flapping motions and I repeat.

"Stick a cupcake in my eye."

>Pinkie reaches into her pants and tosses me a cupcake.
>Does she actually expect me to do this?
>Fine, it's just a fucking cupcake.
>I shut my eyes tight and shove the cupcake into my face.

"Good. Now I know I can trust you. If you want to eat some of that cupcake on your face, feel free."

>I just realized with that how hungry I am right now.

>I lap up the bits of the cupcake right above my tongue, likely looking really fucking awkward as I do it.
>This girl might be crazy, but she sure as hell makes an orgasmic cupcake.
>Dash runs over to us holding a taser.

"It's no enormous electric fence, but it finishes off the job."

>I finally realize what's going down.
>We're going in there and they're gonna light Mac up with that taser.
>Pinkie looks back over towards me.
"Alright, Anon. I guess you could say this is your first time on the job, so let me run you over the rules."

>A gang of insane sadists have rules?
>This is only moderately surprising.

"Rule 1: Pinkie makes the rules. Rule 2: You do not compromise other gang members with your actions unless they have not yet gone through the ritual."

>Ritual? What the hell does she mean by that?"

"You'll here the rest of the rules when you wake up."

"You absolute bi-"

>And with that, I pass the fuck out.

>I wake up in a small, confined room with one door, strapped into a chair.
>Today just keeps on getting better and better.
>Mac is on his fucking own from now on.

"Wake up, Anon. Wake up, and smell the ashes."

>Did Twilight get her into Half-Life like she did with Octavia?
>I wouldn't doubt it.
>Having a better look around, I can see that I'm alone in this room besides Pinkie Pie and a large amount of sex toys on a surgeon's cart.

"So far today, I've been chased, drugged, and kidnapped. What's next?"

"That's for us to know, and you to find out."

>She picks up a clipboard and walks out of the room.
>Was that a surgical outfit?

>I've got a couple of questions I would love to be asking her right now, besides the fact I'm strapped down into a chair in a small room, alone.
>I really hope my ass doesn't get hurt anymore now than it did when I got dropped the fuck down earlier.
>That dildo must be at least 11 inches long.
>And /purple/.
>I've heard stories before about Pinkie.
>Much more than just sadistic pranks.
>When I was with Rarity, she told me about how Pinkie had once abducted Twilight's dog and had it do whatever it wanted with her.
>This shit could go downhill fast.
>After about 15 minutes of waiting, she walks back in, now in normal clothing.
>Before she shuts the door, I can hear loud voices coming from right outside the hall.

"Are you ready for your test, Anon?"

>She seems much less insane than she was earlier, being more causal than the Pinkie I knew.

"What kind of test?"

>She leans up against the wall behind her.

"A test of loyalty, to prove you as worthy of being in the gang."

>Well, that seals it. I'm officially raped.

"Whatever you're going to do, just get on with it. There's no point in delaying it."

>Pinkie chuckles at the thought.

"I'm not going to be doing anything just yet. Right now, it's about what you're not doing. You're going to go down there, while the party is going on, and you're going to have fun. Not a single word about what is happening to Mac or anything that went on earlier."

>That is a relief. I thought she was going to pull out the purple dildo on me.

"That's all I have to do to prove myself?"

"Yes, but if you fail, you'll regret it. So try not to get yourself /fucked/ too badly."

>That is some good encouragement for shutting my trap.

>The bullshit I get myself into is tremendous these days.

"What are you waiting for? It's time to go party!"

>Pinkie walks over and pulls a collar out of her pocket.

"And by the way, I wouldn't recommend going outside of the house or trying to remove this."

>This reminds too much of Saw, except the hot insane chick is in charge now.
>She attaches the collar firmly on my neck, which is pretty fucking tight.
>Pinkie opens the door, and unstraps me from the chair.

"Go have some fun! Or you can expect pain in your future."

>Way to be fucking subtle, Pinkie.
>Brushing off my wrists, I stand up and walk out the door, finding myself in a long corridor.

"I forgot to ask. Where the hell are we and what day is it?"

"We're at my parent's place, and it's the night after we snatched you up. Don't worry, we made sure people knew you were just sick."

>Sick, as in drugged in a chair in a crazy girl's house.

"Is this what Vinyl had to go through when she joined?"

>Pinkie tosses on the biggest and creepiest smile I've ever seen.

"Vinyl had a slightly different, task, to accomplish."

>She looks as if she isn't even living in the present right now and is off in some distant land of Pinkieness.

"Earth to Pinkie. Hello?"

>She isn't showing any sign of awareness of what's going on our here.
>The question now is, do I really want to join up with them?
>If I do, I'll likely be given more respect from people and it seems that they all are pretty well /acquainted/.
>On the flip side, what will Twilight and Fluttershy have to say about this?
>What's it even matter, at this point? They're always too caught up in each other these days.
>And I still have no idea where the hell Mac is...
>I should probably get out there before Pinkie finishes with her virtual orgasm.
>How badly could this all go, anyways?

>I walk over towards the end of the hallway, hearing something I can't put my finger on being played downstairs.
>Damn, how many people did Pinkie invite?
>Wait a second, what am I even wearing?
>I have a look down to find myself in a dirty gray hoodie and some beat up jeans.
>There has to be something in one of these closets that I can toss on.
>Scrambling around in every closet, I find myself a pair of new jeans, a flannel shirt, and a Stetson.
>Well, I'm not quite sure why they have this, but whatever. I'll just borrow it for now.
>I quickly strip down and toss these clothes on.
>Walking back out to the end of the hallway, I see Pinkie behind me in the corner of my eye.
>Not even going to acknowledge to her I know she watched me change.
>Heading out, I put on a huge grin at what will likely go down tonight.
>Walking out towards the staircase, I can now hear more clearly hear Blurred Lines playing downstairs.
>Maybe Pinkie's parents are just as insane as her.
>Or they just gave up.
>Hearing some more noises in the rooms around me, I decide to have a peek in to see if Pinkie has anyone else kidnapped.

>Actually, fuck that. Pinkie will likely be stalking me and I honestly don't want to know some of the crazy shot she does.
>Probably going to find out eventually anyways.
>But hey, I've got a fucking Stetson on.
>Walking downstairs, I see that there is a huge crowd around a dance floor with a couple of people dancing in the middle.
>I recognize Dash, Flash Sentry, and then there's some blonde girl in a Stetson who looks shitfaced drunk, tumbling around everywhere.
>Damn, she's hot.
>Pinkie never had any boundaries on what "have fun" meant.
>Before I just hop right into that mess, I should probably get my bearings around the downstairs area first.
>Getting to the bottom, I push my way through the crowd, trying to find a place to get a quick drink first.
>I see a couple people I recognize, including Rarity who gives me a slap on the ass as I trudge my way through.

>She always was quite the naughty one when she was drunk.
>I finally find the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen.
>Is that who I think it is?
>What is she even doing at a party like this?

"Octavia, what are you doing here? I didn't think loud parties were your forte."

"Anon! I didn't think I'd ever see you again! I was talking to Vinyl on the phone and she said Pinkie was dealing with you."

>I can feel Pinkie's eyes on me.

"What are you talking about? I just came here from my house."

>Octy gives an understanding nod.

"I see what's going on. Anyways, I'm filling in for a friend of Vinyl's. She's hosting her own party, but she wanted me here for Pinkie and Dash."

>So Mac didn't completely fuck up Vinyl, and she somehow got out after I passed out.

"Well, could I get a drink?"

>She breaks a cute grin.

"I'm going to need your ID, or a bow."

>Fucking Octy and her bows.

"I don't have either. Would a quick kiss do?"

>She blushes and looks away for a second.

"I think the real reason I moved on is that I couldn't handle your charm. But, yes, a kiss will do just fine."

>She leans in, taking a firm grasp of me by my head.
>Just before I'm about to go in for the kiss, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
>Fuck them. I'm not letting anyone get in the way of me possibly getting Octavia back.
>We lock lips, and this asshole keeps on tapping on my shoulder.
>They stop for about 3 seconds, and back off.
>I hope this guy got the idea.
>Focusing back on Tavi, she pulls away.

"Only a quick kiss, Mr. Mous."

>I'm not sure what's more frustrating
>The fact that she pulled away, or that she used that nickname after doing so.

"Alright, Tavi. Have it your way. Now, about that drink."

>She sits there not realizing I was still there, until she snaps back to reality and pours me a drink.

"You take care of yourself, Anon."

>A very Octavia response.
>Now what did this guy want?

"Ay there, lova boy. Ya sure got some kissy skills. Wanna put up them up tah some good use?"

>It was that drunk blonde girl with the Stetson.

"Who are you, exactly?"

>She starts to trip over herself and I catch her before she falls.

"Mah name's Ahpplejahck. Who are youuuu, lova boy?"

>As much as I want her to stop saying "lova boy", my dick disagrees.
>I pull her back up on her feet.

"Well, Applejack, I'm Anonymous. Nice to meet you."

"Ah'd like tah do ah little more than meet ya, if ya catch mah drift."

>There's a reason I liked Octavia more than most other girls.
>She knew about a little thing called being /subtle/.
>And now I've got a hot, drunk, blonde girl who wants to do me.

"Sorry, but you're drunk. I don't have drunk sex unless I'm drunk."

>Hearing that, she snatches my drink out of my hand and puts it up to my mouth.
>For being shitfaced drunk, she sure as all hell was strong.
>Why try to resist at this point?
>I'm forced to drink the entire thing.
>Good thing the cup was small.

"Thanks, but I have something to go take care of."

>I start to walk off, trailed slowly but surely by Applejack.
>Getting back to the enormous crowd, I begin to work my way through, this time being pushed around a lot more than last time.
>Somehow, I end up smack in the middle, along with Dash and Applejack.
>Who the hell puts Rusty Cage in a party playlist?

>Hey, I'm not dissing it, but still.

"Been awhile since we danced together, Anon. Been far too long."

>Applejack starts drunkenly stepping to the beat, her C-Cup breasts bouncing along with her.

"Ya know Anon, 'ere, Dash? He musta been a pretty nawty boy to woo ya."

>Dash elbows Applejack, causing her to stumble even more than she was before.

"Nawt cool, Dash! Are we gonna have tah fight over 'im, or are you gonna be a good lil' sugarcube!"

>Applejack's accent is starting to get pretty annoying along with her drunk voice.
>The song comes to a close and we are all tumbled back up into the crowd.
>Dash trips onto me and we fall to the ground.
>This is even more awkward considering I've had a hard-on for the past two minutes.
>As the crowd clears, Dash begins to adjust and starts to get up when something brushes across her thigh.

"I-is that what I think it is?"

>I sigh.

"Yes Dash. That's what you think it is."

"Now now, Bononymous. Don't get too excited just yet."

>Bononymous.

"That is a terrible pun."

"Your hat is a terrible pun."

>Fucking Dash.

"Can't argue there."

>Dash gets up off of me and hands me my Stetson, which I had completely forgotten about up until she mentioned it.
>I stand back up, fixing my shirt and pants.
>AJ takes hold of me by the collar and begins to drag me towards the stairs.

"C'mon lova boy. I'm gonna teach ya somethin' ya can't learn from any ol' girl."

>For being as drunk as she is, Applejack sure has one hell of a grip.
>Dash runs through the crowd, trying to catch up with Applejack and I.

"Get back here, AJ! It's no good if you just flat-out rape him!"

>Considering how strong she is, Applejack could very likely do so.
>People start staring at her, as she drags me around.
>I can see Rarity cheering AJ on in the crowd.

"Get some, Applejack!"

>Typical Rarity.
>Applejack stops for a second, and picks me up onto her shoulders.
>There is absolutely no point in resisting anymore.
>Dash finally catches up with us and straight-up tackles Applejack.
>I'm knocked down onto the floor and luckily land on my ass.
>Why does everybody drop me on my ass?

>Leaning up, I can see Dash toppled over on top of AJ.

"Is that how you think this works, Applejack? You need to learn a little lesson about sharing."

>She turns towards me, giving me a huge smile.

"Anon! Help me carry our little Applejack upstairs!"

>I slowly begin to get up to help Dash out, I realize that the music has stopped and absolutely everybody is crowded around us.
>This is one of the most awkward boners I've ever had.
>In the very back, I can see Rarity and Octavia get up on a table.
>Octavia has a mic held up to her mouth, while Rarity has her phone held in the air, playing "Move Bitch" as loud as fucking possible.

"HEY EVERYBODY! FREE DRINKS!"

>My ears are fucking ringing.
>Thank you for the distraction, Octy.
>I quickly get up and grab AJ by the feet.
>Dash hops off of her and puts her hands under her arms.
>Why isn't she resisting at all?

"Alright Dash, let's get up there before anyone notices we're gone."

>Dash cracks up at the chaos going on as everybody is rushing out of this room toward the kitchen.

"How much you want to bet there aren't any free drinks?"

"I don't think our friend Tavi is doing very well on drinks, last time I checked."

>We start awkwardly running with AJ in our hands up the stairs.
>Good thing she is pretty lightweight for an alcoholic high school girl.
>After we get up to the top of the stairs, we put AJ and the floor and start looking for a room.

"You look for an empty one on the left. I'll go right."

>Typical Dash.
>Setting everything out.
>I nod my head and begin checking out the rooms against the left side of the hall.
>The first one is a bathroom.
>I try to open the door, but in doing so I only start up some loud sobbing noises from whoever is inside.
>I'll just disregard this for now, and move onto the next door.

"Anon! Get over here! Whatever is in this first room sure as hell sounds like fun!"

"What did I tell you staying out my swamp, lad?"

"Dash, that just sounds fucking strange. Let's move on."

"C'mon, Anon. Are you telling me you've never had fantasies about green ogres?"

>I'm not even going to respond to that bullshit.
>I walk back towards the door on the left side, and what do you know, it's locked again.

"Dash, I know where we can go to give her a proper punishing."

>Her grin is now from ear to ear.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Grab her legs and let's go!"

>Dash stands behind Applejack and grabs her arms, and I do the same with her legs.
>I lead Dash down to the hallway where I first came out of when I woke up here.

"But seriously dude, what's up with the Stetson?"

"She'll wake up any second now. This is no time to talk about hats, Dash."

>I lead Dash into the room, but the chair and cart are both nowhere to be found.

"That's odd. There was some stuff right about here earlier."

"Well, obviously not anymore. I'll go find the stuff. You guard AJ."

>Before I can argue with her, she's up and out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

>Dammit Dash.
>I'd almost completely forgotten about the fact that I'm playing along with Pinkie's game.
>Until Dash gets back, I'm stuck with passed out drunk Applejack and my thoughts.
>AJ starts to wake up, seeming a little bit less drunk than she was before.

"Ugh, whut happened Aynon?"

"You weren't sharing, and you passed out from shock."

"How long have ah been out?"

>I don't even know how much time has passed. I've been having too much fun running around with Dash.
>Still can't believe good ol' Tavi did that to for me.

"You've been out for about 20 minutes. Last thing you said was something about teaching me something."

>Even having been passed out, she still seems just as drunk and strong as she was before.
>I'm honestly curious if she is just in a perpetual state of intoxication.
>She just sits and stares at my face.
>Looking around on the floor, I see my Stetson, and put it back on.

"Maybe this'll jog your memory."

>As soon as I finish that last word, AJ begins to stand up, wobbling over, until she regains balance.

"Ah rahmembur now."

>AJ takes a drunken tackle at me and pins me in a corner, pushing her chest right up against mine.
>No point in resistance, she's hot, southern, drunk, and wants to fuck.
>Nothing wrong with that.
>Her breath smells like a combination of apples and whiskey, making for a very strange but surprisingly pleasant aroma.
>Pushing herself even more onto me, she takes her hands and wraps them around my neck, pulling my head in, pushing my lower neck into her breasts.

"Ya ready, lova boy?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

>She awkwardly tries to find my mouth and covers pretty much all of my face in her tongue.
>I intervene and push my mouth into hers, turning my head the right.
>As our lips stay locked, her tongue dances around as if she has no control over it.
>Her being as drunk as she is, I wouldn't doubt it.
>I move my free hands down to her firm ass, grasping it in my hands.
>Surprised at my boldness, she takes hands off of my neck and slowly drags her hand down my back down towards where the bottom of my shirt is.

>As she fumbles around trying to take my shirt off, I grab hold of the bottom of flannel shirt and begin to bring it up as well.
>She backs up for a moment, releasing my lips.
>Taking off our shirts together, I lean forward, pushing both of us onto the floor.
>Reaching for her bra now, she dives back into my face, now seeming much more aware of where my mouth is.
>Unhooking her bra, she backs away again.

"Whah don't we get all of these clothes off, lova boy, and get down to business?"

"I'm not arguing with that."

>She allows me to finish my job, taking off her bra completely, leaving her breasts completely exposed.

"Ya like what ya see, Aynon?"

>For being a high school girl, her breasts are huge.
>I take hold of them and immediately begin sucking on her erect nipples.
>Before I'm able to continue for more than 5 seconds I hear clapping coming from in front of me, but I can't see who it is.

"Way to go, you two. Leave Dash out of all the fun stuff."

>I had forgotten what we were actually doing before Applejack woke up and got things quite frisky.

"Didn't mean to leave you out of the fun, Dash. You /were/ the one who ran off leaving me alone with Applejack, in our defense."

>Applejack rolls off of me, laying on the floor, in nothing but a pair of jeans and panties.

"S-hic-sorry, Dahsh, ah just couldn't wait."

>What is it with Dash and huge ass grins?

"Don't call me Dash. From now on, you will both refer to me as Mistress."

>The cliche is absolutely unbearable while at the same time a turn on.
>I guess I'll play along with Dash on this one.

"Alright, /Mistress/, what do you want us to do?"

"Both of you, strip down to your underwear."

>I toss my Stetson on the floor next to the my shirt, and I proceed to take off my jeans, leaving me in nothing but a pair of boxers.
>Applejack does the same with her hat, but she has some trouble unbuttoning her pants.

"Anon, would you mind assisting her with those?"

"Not at all, Da-I mean Mistress."

>I walk up next to AJ, and crouch down onto my knees, unbutton her pants, and pull them off, tossing them back over in the large pile of clothing.
>Her panties aren't even a reasonable orange. It's soaking wet and all bright color had been washed out because of yours truly.
>Or maybe it was all that alcohol and just really had to piss.
>Really hope it wasn't the second one.
>Only one way to find out.
>I push my hand right up against the spot where her slit is, feeling the fluids rolling out.
>Applejack let's out a brief moan of pleasure, feeling my fingers against her legs.
>It's not warm enough to be piss.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Anon. There's other work to be done first."

>True, true.
>Dash was still fully clothed, a fact I planned on changing.
>I stand up, and walk back over to the middle of the room.

"Good. Now, Applejack. Get over here and help me out with these tight clothes. They're awful uncomfortable."

>AJ walks surprisingly steadily over to Dash, taking hold of her skirt and pulling it down.

"I like the way you think, Applejack."

>Dash looks over to me while AJ works on removing all of Dashes's clothing.

"Anon, I think she could use some help up here whole she handles the situation downstairs."

"Of course, Mistress."

>I dance over to Dash and grab hold of her T-shirt that has a Rainbow streaking down the sky.
>Pulling it up, she begins to fall back because of Applejack's work on her.
>Before she can, I grab ahold of her and hoist her back up.

"You're not falling down on us just yet, Mistress."

>Dash has detected the change in who's in charge and I so have I.
>AJ finally get's around to ripping off her tainted blue underwear.

>I walk around so that I'm behind Dash, smack in the middle of the room.
>Pushing up against her, I reach around and take her firm, supple breasts into my hands, her bra still on.

"Looks like something is in the way, Mistress. Want me to take care of that for you?"

>With Applejack starting to rub her, she's losing her ability to make an audible response besides moaning.

"Uh-huh."

>Leaning back again, I unhook her bra, her last piece of clothing, and toss it over onto the pile of clothing.

"Applejack, why don't you take a break and let me take over?"

>She pokes her hand out from Dashie's pussy, giving me a thumbs up.
>I walk back around in front of her, helping her to lay down on the ground.
>I begin rubbing my fingers against her slit, soaking them in her natural lubricant.
>Just as I'm about to push my fingers in, there is a knock at the door.

>There is only one person it could be.
>And there is only one thing she could want.

"Let me get this, ladies."

>I prop myself back up on my feet and walk over to the door to open it.
>She knocks again right before I open the door.

"Anon! I'm here to join in on the fun!"

"Of course you are, Pinkie."

>I turn around and look back at AJ and Dash.

"You two okay with another person?"

>Applejack is too caught up in eating Dash's face to answer.
>I turn back around to see that Pinkie is nowhere to be found.
>Fine, her loss.
>I shut the door and turn back around.

"Hi Anon! You ready for the afterparty?"

>Pinkie is now in a French maid outfit.
>How did she even... Fuck it, it's Pinkie.

"The afterparty?

>I can see who Dash gets her grin from, because Pinkie looks fucking ecstatic.

"You know, the party after the party! They are almost always better! I would know, of course, because I love parties! Parties are so much-"

>I put my hand over her mouth to quiet her down.
>Looking deep into her eyes, I remove my hand and go in for a soft kiss in which she supplies.
>Pinkie begins hopping up in down, her exposed breasts bouncing along with her, all of the energy in her building up to increase her insanity and jumpiness.
>What have I begun?
>Backing away for a second, Pinkie pounces on my like a tiger, knocking me to the ground with her right on top of me.

"Why don't you prove to me just how good you are with your fingers? It's a skill you're going to need."

>She pulls up her dress, revealing her lack of garments, dripping out on whatever it goes over.

>Staring at Pinkie's shaved slit, I reach my hand up, and begin slowly rubbing it around, getting a feel for it.
>Adjusting her positioning, she moves her ass up close to my face.
>Pushing up her dress, her puffy pussy is now right in leaning distance of my mouth.
>Not just yet, Pinkie.
>Using both of my hands, I soak my hands in her fluids, rubbing her cunt around.
>Taking two of my fingers, I start to move up and down her slit preparing for entry.
>On her side, she begins getting frisky with my extremely stiff member in my boxers.
>Removing my boxers, my dick is now completely revealed and is being breathed on by Pinkie, causing me to twitch a little bit.

"C'mon Anon! Hurry up already and finger me!"

>That's all I needed to hear.

"GERONIMO!!!"

>I quickly insert my fingers into Pinkie, causing her to moan out loudly in utter pleasure.
>My fingers now being inside of her, she grasps hold of my cock and starts to slowly pump it up and down.
>Her pussy begins to engulf my fingers, and I start to push in and out, quickening my pace and pounding against the insides and outsides of her slit.
>The quicker I finger her, the faster she pumps.
>Using my left hand, I reach out and start to massage her breasts which continue to sway side to side as we continue our paces.
>Pinkie leans her face in close to my member and begins giving the tip a through lick and examination, before shoving more into her mouth, all whilst continuing to pump.

>Removing my left hand from her breasts, I bring it back towards her holes, this time going for the back door.
>Taking my index finger, I rub it around in the pool of fluids, Pinkie is emptying out while I finger her, focusing on her clitoris.
>Letting out more moans, Pinkie starts to push down further and further, reaching the base of my shaft a few times.
>My dick is spasming like crazy at this point.
>I take my now-lubricated left hand and position it right at the gates to her puckered asshole.

"Pinkie, are you ready for this?"

"Mmmph hmmph!"

>That's enough of a yes for me.
>I plunge my left index finger into her asshole, granting me an immediate reactions from Pinkie.
>Her entire body tightens up, entrapping my fingers and leaving her puckered around at the base of my member.
>My dick can't handle it anymore.


"I'm gonna come, Pinkie!"

"Mahh twhh!"

>Feeling her tongue swirl around my penis, I finally let go and empty into her mouth, her swallowing every bit of it.
>In my pure ecstasy, I reach my head forward and begin to lap up the large quantities of cum throbbing out of her vag.
>Everything in the world slowly appears as nothing but a vision for a mere second, whilst I was in a state of nothing but peace and pleasure.
>I pass the fuck out, unable to cope any longer with the current events.
>When I awake, everyone who was in the room before is gone.
>I put on one of the pairs of shirts, jeans, and Stetsons and walk downstairs.
>Something doesn't feel right.
>It feels as I'd something has happened to change the events of the universe.
>Or maybe I'm just still high off of that orgasm.
>Who knows? But hey, there's always a spare change of clothes waiting around upstairs.
>The change of clothes that shouldn't be there.

>Be Applejack.
>Big Macintosh has been kidnapped by Pinkie's Gang.
>I heard about a party going on at Pinkie's where I would be able to extract some information of his whereabouts from an old friend.
>Rainbow Dash.
>Unfortunately, I must kidnap her to get leverage against them for Big Mac back.
>I go to the party and meet up with Dash, pretending to get extremely drunk.
>I meet another target, Anonymous, who apparently was also taken on the same night as Mac.
>After having seduced him enough, I brought him out to expose him to Dash, to see if he would give any information.
>Once that failed, I attempted to bring him upstairs to talk to him, but I was interrupted by Dash, who knocked me out.
>Waking up in a small, cold room alone with Anon, I figured seducing him further would be the only way to extract anything from him.
>The process was interrupted by Dash, who came in before I was able to get anything.
>I seduced Dash along with Anonymous.
>Just as I expected, Pinkie intervened and took Anon and fornicated with him.
>Seeing my opportunity, I knocked out Dash, and made a run for it, unable to retrieve my normal clothing.
>I donned a suit and tie I found in a closet on the way out and made my way out though the window.
>By the time Pinkie or Anon realized anything, I was long gone.