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// 707  
// Story: Twilight's Fetish 
// by MoltenXKid 
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	Twilight and Pinkie sat in the bed. Twilight , who was deep in thought about what happened, had no words to say. Pinkie, on the other hand, was trembling with excitement. She thought the first experience had gone well for Twilight, yet her friend had a different thought on the matter. Nevertheless, they had to continue.

“Alright, Twilight,”Pinkie spoke, “Ready for the next one?”	

“I’d rather not ,Pinkie, “Twilight replied, “Seeing as the first one was…not my thing. I don’t think the rest of the 999 will do.”

“You don’t know unless you try. How else do you think I became the Kink fairy?”

“Where did you find so many ponies willing to do these things with you?”

Pinkie laughed before talking, “Silly, Twilight. That’s implying these some of these kinks need other ponies.”

Twilight opened her snout yet shut it back when she knew words couldn’t help her. Once again, she sat there and listened to the rhythmic breathing of her stallion. She began to wonder if he had any kinks or fetishes. Perhaps, everyone had one and just never exposed it or don’t know.

“Your stallion friend like skirts,” Pinkie whispered.

“Well, I have tons of skirts I could-“ Twilight began before she was interrupted.

“Nonono…he likes wearing the skirts.” Pinkie explained while flipping out the bed, “But enough of that. It’s time for round two!  Like what your stallion friend couldn't do.”

“Uhh…”

“Don’t worry, my friend. This fetish-fetish 707- is something everyone wants to try. Ropes, humiliation, impossible flexibility, and whips! It has everything!”

“Now you have my attention...”

“Oki, Doki! Let’s go!”




With a flash, the world around Twilight changed.  It was dark and her hands were restrained. She felt some cloth material over her eyes which blocked her vision.  Slowly, a smile crept across her face as became aroused. Though, her feeling disappeared as the familiar circus tune began playing followed closely by joyful laughter.

The music and laughter joined together in a duet of creepy and weird. Just when Twilight began to piece things together, she began to quickly spin. The unicorn went around and around until she became nauseous and nearly vomited.  When she least expected it, something soft and creamy exploded into her face.  Almost afraid to taste, she hesitantly moved her tongue outside her mouth to taste pie-banana cream.

“PINKIE!!!” Twilight screamed as another pie narrowly missed her torso, “Where are you?!...Where are we?!”

“To be smart, you are really clueless sometimes, Twilight, “Pinkie answered, “We are in a circus. More specifically, a clown fetish.”

“But you said...”

“Yes…your are restrained by roped, humiliated by the pies, and it is impossible for those clowns to fit into that tiny carriage without great flexibility.”

“And the whip?”

“The lion tamer took a five minute break,”

Another pie hit Twilight’s face and the cream exploded into her mane. (Though it wasn’t the only thing that exploded into her mane that night.) She was slowly becoming annoyed by the pies, the spinning, the music, and the constant laughter of the clowns.  This was more torture than a turn-on.

A distance away, she heard Pinkie Pie enjoying herself. Her low moaning of pleasure brought forth from the circus mannerisms. 

“Honk your noise horn!” Pinkie demanded from her position. Twilight couldn’t tell from her position, yet she did hear a honking noise, “Oh yeaahhh, that’s the stuff! Now throw the pie at me!” 

Twilight heard the clown laugh as he lifted the pie, laughed and tossed it towards Pinkie. A moment later, there was a splat.

“That pie hit me exactly in mine. Good aim! More shots like that and I may-”

“Pinkie! I want to-“ A pie hit Twilight in her more sensitive regions causing her to clench, “I want to go!”  

“Really? This can’t become a thing Twilight. Not when I get so close,” Pinkie sighed before tapping her hoof. Instantly, Twilight disappeared. The Kink fairy then began to untie herself. When she was done, she walked towards the clowns, and gave them a banana cream filled hug, “Same time next week, guys?”

“You know it, Pinkie.”