> Sexty Minute Ponies > by TAW > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Multiplayer (Twinkie) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Multiplayer Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie sat in the middle of the town's public library—Twilight's home—and stared at the pile of books before them. "Gee, cleaning all these books is a lot more work than I thought! Thanks ever so much for helping out, Pinkie." "No problemo! Anything for a friend, you know that!" the always-bubbly pink pony replied. Unfortunately, Twilight's boredom was almost palpable. Cleaning the entire library had seemed like a fantastic idea that morning, but now it came to it she was finding it rather less fun. Her enthusiasm had begun to wane as she moved from Agriculture to Baking, and by Economics she simply wanted to sit down and read these books, not clean them and move on. So much knowledge went unlearned it was a travesty. "Uuugh! I need a break," Twilight said, dropping the selection of books she had been wiping down at that moment and walking away. Pinkie tilted her head in surprise—it was books, Twilight always loved books—and bounced after her. The irritable unicorn was found not far from her treehouse, sitting next to a bush watching the peoples of Ponyville go by. "Hey Twi, you okay?" Pinkie asked, stopping mid-bounce to sit next to the brooding mare. Twilight sighed and cradled her pretty purple head betwixt her hooves, rubbing the sides and moaning quietly as if she were trying to dispel a headache, or cast a particularly strange and esoteric spell—Pinkie couldn't tell. "Yes, I'm fine," Twilight snapped, "Just go back inside and keep cleaning. I'll be there in a few minutes, I just need a rest from those stupid books." Pinkie gasped. "Nonononono, Twilight, you like books! You don't hate them, that's not allowed!" "Yeah well, I'm not in the mood right now." "What is it? C'mon, you can tell your auntie Pinkie Pie what's wrong!" "It's personal, Pinkie. You wouldn't understand, you're always so... Celestia damned cheery and bouncy, walking around with your tail in the air and that rump wiggling around in front of my face while I'm trying to clean. It's not my problem! It's your problem!" Pinkie tilted her head. "Huh?" "It's you, Pinkie. You're the problem! I can't get you out of my head no matter how hard I try. Which, admittedly, isn't very hard, seeing as I invited you to my library." "Twilight, are you in heat again?" Pinkie asked, giggling as she remembered the apex of Twilight's last cycle. It had included cupcakes, icing, healthy applications of whipped cream, and ended in a visit from Celestia herself after Spike wrote an emergency letter because "Pinkie Pie's gone crazy! She's killing Twilight! We can all hear the screams! Twilight's fighting back, though, Pinkie keeps screaming too! Just get here now!" Pinkie Pie had liked that. "No! No, that's not for months. Which is why it's so annoying I keep feeling this way!" "Wanna play a game?" Pinkie suddenly asked, switching tracks completely in her typical Pinkie Pie style. She was so spontaneous, Twilight thought. So full of constantly switching energy and a love of pleasing her friends. Celestia help her, was Pinkie Pie sexy. Annoying, but sexy. "Pinkie, this is no time for your games! I have a serious problem!" "And I'm the only cure!" "No, you are the problem!" Pinkie leaned closer and rubbed the top of her head against Twilight's cheek. "That's not what you called me last time," she teased. "Or the time before, or the time before that, or the time before that," she continued in a sing-song voice. Twilight began to become legitimately concerned Pinkie would burst out into song. The music began to play. Twilight didn't know where it came from, nor did anybody else, but it always played when Pinkie began to sing. "Oh Twilight's in a tizzy, Pinkie's got her dizzy, she feels every second on the clock, 'cos she ain't got a-" "PINKIE PIE!" Twilight yelled, cutting her off. "There are children nearby!" "I know, isn't it exciting? Wanna play a game yet?" "Ugh, fine, if it'll shut you up." "Hooray! Go get your balloon, I'll meet you back here in ten minutes." Five minutes later, Twilight floated back over to her library. She sat in the basket of her trusty hot air balloon, looking over the village from a bird's eye view. It was lunchtime, and many of her friends and acquaintances were milling around doing whatever it was they did. Pinkie Pie was nowhere to be seen. She had said ten minutes, Twilight supposed, but that didn't help her much. "Uugh! I hate that stupid mare. Hate hate HATE!" Twilight screeched under her breath as she backed into the side of the basket and began to gyrate, rubbing the burning flesh against something—anything—in a desperate attempt to mitigate the feeling for a few minutes. "Ah," she gasped, finding a fold in the material that slipped inside her almost perfectly, letting her rub and scratch a tiny fraction of the yearning away. "Mmm," she moaned, letting her forelegs drop until her head was resting against the basket, giving her more ability to manoeuvre her rear against the thick woven materials. "Oh, do I hate what she does to me..." Twilight whispered, raising one of her forehooves to her frustratingly sensitive clitoris and inexpertly batting at it. She hadn't needed to do this until Pinkie Pie came along and started shoving her stupid pretty ass in her face every day, she wasn't practised. "I don't want to be practised," Twilight thought out loud, "I'm a good girl! A good student! I don't do things like this!" Pinkie Pie giggled. "Sure you do, Twi!" Twilight's hindlegs collapsed too, and she fell to the basket floor. Her privates scraped against the side as she fell, forcing a happy sigh from between her lips and robbing her of any dignity she might have been able to salvage. "This is your fault, Pinkie." Pinkie Pie raised a hoof to Twilight's nose and prodded it. "That's what you said last time, too! Wanna play a game?" "Anything, Pinkie! Just for Celestia's sake help me out of this mess!" Twilight begged, hoping that an honest and candid admittance of how smitten she was would lead to the desired result. "Hooray! Okay, hold out your hooves," Pinkie requested. Twilight did as she was told, and Pinkie began to tie a thick rope around them. Bondage wasn't really Twilight's thing, but at this point she didn't particularly care—she needed that pony, and needed her now, and she didn't care what she had to do to get it. The moment Pinkie was done tying her knot, she let go of the rope. It shot forwards, pulling itself out of the basket at great speed, and dragged Twilight along with it. "OHMYGOSHPINKIESTOPM-" The rope jammed, and Twilight came to a very sudden stop. Her forehooves had been pulled over the side of the basket, but the rest of her body remained within. "Thanks, Pinkie," she said, assuming the pink one had stopped the rope from carrying her to certain doom—or at least a hasty teleport. "Nuh-uh, I haven't done anything yet!" Pinkie jumped up to rest her forehooves over too, looking out over the townspeople. She waved to some of her friends, politely saying hello before returning her attention back to Twilight. "This game is really super simple! I call it making friends! You get one point for every pony you talk to!" "Pinkie, I do that all the ti-" "Shh! I'm not done! You get minus TEN points if anypony catches you!" "Catches me doing what?" Pinkie giggled and nuzzled Twilight in the side of the neck. "This!" she exclaimed, and returned inside the basket. A second later, Twilight felt Pinkie's hot breath against her slit; exactly where she wanted it. Twilight tried to jump up and grab Pinkie by her neck, but found her hindlegs also bound to the floor. "Nuh-uh, no cheating! Every point you'll get a prize." "And negative points?" "They get to join in!" "Pinkie, I'm not really comfortable with that. I'm a good girl, I don't do things like that!" "Prove it!" Pinkie snorted and nuzzled Twilight's clit. Twilight's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she quietly gasped, feeling overcome by a sudden burst of "oh gosh Pinkie is almost inside of me finally". "F- fine," she whimpered. If she was going to play a game, she knew she had to play by the rules, or there would be no point. The only question was, who would she start on first? The answer presented itself—much like Twilight was presenting herself—in an unexpected way. "Oh, Twilight!" Rarity called, waving her hoof to catch the flying unicorn's attentions. "Point one," Pinkie whispered behind her, and began to slowly lick at the edge of her folds. Her tongue scraped up the sides, just a few centimetres from slipping in, though it felt like miles to the desperate, blushing, frustrated unicorn. "H- ngh... Hi Rarity!" Twilight replied, smiling as widely as she could. She would have waved, but her legs were held down too tightly to move. "What are you doing up there, dear? It's not like you to get that old thing out!" "Oh, I'm- agh- I'm playing a game with Pink-eeeee-ie Pie," Twilight responded. She had wanted to lie, but her brain wasn't currently capable of coming up with anything that sounded reasonable. "Oh, hide and seek I suppose? Good idea, she never looks up. Anyway, darling, are we still on for the book club later? I have a wonderful new novel I'd love to hear your opinions on." "Sure thing, R-aaaagh-ty." Rarity frowned, sensing something was wrong with the unicorn's unusual demeanour. "Are you okay, dear? Feeling a little under the weather?" "Y- yeah, that's it! Just a little wet- I mean hot- I mean ill." Twilight laughed nervously and grinned, hoping Rarity would take the hint. Thankfully, she did, waving one last time before walking back off into her boutique. "Damnit, Pinkie Pie. She almost caught me." "I know, isn't it fun?" Twilight blushed a little deeper. "It is kinda fun, but that's not the point, my reputation would be in tatters if anypony found out!" "Oh, hello!" Fluttershy said, hovering a few feet below the basket. Twilight's blush immediately faded as her face went white and she instinctively pulled her legs together. She couldn't move them much, meaning all she achieved was feeling Pinkie's mane against her inner thighs, which simply aroused her further. "Two," Pinkie whispered, being careful to not alert the spying pegasus. Her tongue moved onto Twilight's sensitive and shy slit, rubbing over it and mixing her saliva with its own lubrication. She began to slowly lap up and down, enjoying the way Twilight's body shivered with each lick—Pinkie did love a challenging game. "Hng... Hi, Fl-uugh- Fl-uuuugh..." Twilight petered out, letting her head drop and her mouth open as Pinkie's tongue worked its magic. Her mind began to blank out as she lost herself to it, letting that gorgeous pink tongue press into her time after time. "Fluttershy!" she exclaimed, feigning a sneeze in the desperate hope it would cover her tracks. It didn't help much—she was sweating, her cheeks were flushed, and every breath seemed deeper than the last. "Oh my, are you okay, Twilight? You look awful!" She began to fly up towards Twilight, holding out a supporting hoof. "No! Stay back!" Twilight screeched. "I'm uh... very contagious! That's why I'm up here! So none of you catch it!" "Oh my! Is it dangerous? Do you need me to get help?" "N-aaaagh!" Twilight grunted, temporarily overcome by another wave of pleasure and too distracted to answer properly. "'Nah'? Oh my, Twilight, you are ill. I'll leave you alone, please get better soon! I'll be thinking about you!" Thankfully true to her word, Fluttershy left, dropping down and flying away, leaving Twilight to pretend to be alone once more. "Pinkie!" she gasped. Then she bit down on the side of the basket and screamed, hoping she could muffle all the sounds her body needed to make in order to not feel like she was about to explode. "Pinkie, you... can we... can we slow..." "Nuh-uh! I'm having fun, you're having fun, everypony's having fun!" "At l-aaaagh... least lunch is over now," Twilight said, thanking Celestia for moving the sun far enough that most ponies would go back to work and stop bothering her. She could deal with two points. Two points would be more than enough to help her cum in that maddening mane her stupid sexy friend possessed. "Oh, hey Twi." Rainbow Dash was one of those ponies who was going back to work. As a weather pony. Who flew in the sky. "Taking this thing up again, huh? I told ya flying was good. Hey, are you okay?" Twilight lifted her head for long enough to glare at the weathermare. Her saliva stretched between the basket and her mouth and every breath was an effort, made harder every second. "Three," Pinkie whispered, and plunged her tongue inside, slipping between Twilight's soaking wet folds with barely any friction at all. Twilight groaned; a low, long groan that spread out across the sky unrestricted. "Uh, Twi, are you..." Rainbow Dash peeked around Twilight's heaving and sweaty body. "Pinkie?!" "Hi Dash!" Pinkie replied, before returning to lapping and licking at Twilight's desperate crotch. "Hey, mind explaining exactly what's going on here?" Dash asked, barely able to understand the sight in front of her. "I- I just... lost... ten points," Twilight gasped, grunted, and moaned. With all the concentration she could muster, she grabbed Rainbow Dash around the neck with her magic and pulled her in, shoving her tongue down the pegasus' throat and moaning loudly as she sloppily and enthusiastically kissed. After a moment of complete shock, Rainbow Dash began to reciprocate, closing her eyes and kissing back. If Pinkie was involved it was sure to be fun. Twilight's body began to rock and arch as she went into convulsions, letting the sensations Pinkie was driving through her body take over. Who the hay cared if anypony else saw? She was just getting laid by her friends, wasn't that normal? She let out a long, piercing groan as her body finally gave in and her hole turned into a waterfall, drenching Pinkie's face, neck, and chest with her fluids. Pinkie giggled and started to lap up the spillage from around the quivering slit, happily letting her fur matt and ruffle. Rainbow Dash was finally released as Twilight's head fell back down onto the basket. She was completely exhausted, panting and drooling against the side. Not at all her normal bookish self. "So uh... does this game work with three ponies?" Pinkie raised her head away from Twilight's crotch and looked at Dash. The wet stained areas were clearly visible on her body. Pinkie Pie licked her lips, and pounced. > Old Dash, New Tricks (PinkieDashLane) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Old Dash, New Tricks The sun was shining and the few clouds in the sky kept out of the way. Today was scheduled to be a good day, and though the clouds were inanimate objects, they knew it was best for them to stay where the pegasi put them. "So there I was," Applejack said, telling a tale to her five friends who currently sat on the same picnic blanket, eagerly listening to each other's tales of romance, reading, or anything in-between. The picnic had been Pinkie Pie's idea—as always—after she'd seen the week's weather schedule had called for four days of rain and one day of glorious sunshine. If she had to put up with four days of rain, she was sure as hay going to get a picnic out of it. "In my barn, back against a bale of hay when we hear my brother, Big Macintosh, walking in!" Pinkie Pie gasped, Rarity's hooves shot up to cover her mouth, Fluttershy hid under the table. The listening ponies were in shock and awe as Applejack's tale continued. "Now, he doesn't know about, y'know, us, so I kicked poor Dash behind the hay before he could spot us and jumped in another myself! Why, we must have hidden there for fifteen minutes before he finally left!" "Ugh, try fifteen hours," Dash shot back. "And it hurt! You left a bruise." The gathered ponies tittered at her misfortune. "Oh, Dash!" Fluttershy cooed, jumping over to the apparently injured blue pegasus' side and taking a look at the damage. "Oh, you poor baby! Did Applejack hurt you," she murmured, nuzzling the side of Dash's flank in an attempt to massage the pain away. The other four ponies watched with extreme interest as the red and inflamed areas of skin spread—the exact opposite of what Fluttershy was surely attempting to achieve. "Let's just rub that pain away," she whispered softly into Rainbow's rear. The pampered pegasus would normally have taken offence to the patronising baby-talk, but that could come later. For now she was happy getting nuzzled. The other four peered on as Dash's tail began to rise, exposing more and more inflammation and redness for Fluttershy to meekly nuzzle away. Her nose made its way across the muscular flank and onto the toned buttocks, following a trail of blushing skin below Dash's smooth and silky coat. Pinkie Pie leaned in closer to get a better look, bending so far over she almost—but not quite—overbalanced and knocked the two to the floor. Twilight opened her notebook and began to scribble down what motions made Dash make what faces—something that would surely come in useful later. Applejack bit her lower lip as she watched two of her best friends come ever closer to extreme public intimacy. Rarity turned her nose up in disgust, "Darlings I realise this is hard for you, but can you please keep your rampant lesbianism in check while we're outdoors. It's quite embarrassing." "I believe the word you're looking for is 'Arousing', Rarity," Twilight replied. "It's quite noticeable from the blushing on your cheeks and ah, and the smell." "Fine, that too," Rarity snapped, "but at least I keep it indoors!" "Hang on!" Dash said, pushing Fluttershy off with one of her wings. The rejected yellow pegasus squeaked as she fell onto her behind. "Did you say lesbian? I've told you guys, I'm not a lesbian!" All five of her friends broke out into uproarious laughter. "Ha! Good one, Dash!" Pinkie said, mid-pounce. A moment later she had Dash pinned to the blanket with her teeth locked around her ear in a slow nibble. "My flank wiggles when I see ponies who like mares! My flank is never EVER wrong, nuh-uh!" As if to underline her point, Pinkie bounced up into the air and spun 180 degrees, before landing on Dash once more and wiggling her rear in Dash's general direction. Rainbow Dash bit her lower lip. "Ugh, that's not what I meant," Dash said, kicking Pinkie off. "I like stallions too!" "Of course, Darling," Rarity said, "That's why you always end up going home with a mare whenever we go anywhere nice. I swear, some of the stallions you've turned down looked simply devastated. Though I have to admit, seeing the look on that awful Prince Blueblood's face..." "I do!" Dash snapped. Twilight cleared her throat. "Statistically, Rainbow, I'm afraid you don't. In the time we've known each other you've had relations with a majority of the young and attractive mares here, and yet I don't have a single recorded incident between you and any stallion!" "Y'all record that?" Applejack asked, tilting her head. Twilight blushed and hid her journal behind her back. "I- I have to! How else could I know what you all like? And Dash here is a perfect example. She likes mares." "I- I'll prove it!" Dash replied, jumping up into a combat-ready pose and flaring her wings as if beating something up could prove her bisexuality. "Just tell me what to do and I'll prove it!" Pinkie jumped back up onto her hooves in one swift motion. "Ooh, ooh, I know! Pick me, pick me!" she shouted while jumping up and down and waving her forehooves in the air, trying to catch Dash's attention, as if there was even a chance Dash's eyes wouldn't be captured by that large, pink squishy rear or that jutting-out tail mere inches above Pinkie's tight, sli- Stallions. Stallions, Dash, stallions. "Ugh, fine. Go on," Dash said, pointing over at Pinkie. "Let's have a party!" "That's your answer to everything!" That night, Rainbow Dash glided down to Sugarcube Corner and knocked on the front door. Unusually, the lights were off and there was a minimum level of streamers present. She peered in through the window, but couldn't make anything out. Before long, Pinkie Pie opened the door and invited her inside. "Okay, so how's this going to help pro- woah," Dash exclaimed as Pinkie lit a candle, shedding light on the other pony in the room. "Th- Thunderlane?!" Dash gasped, involuntarily taking a step back. "Yep!" Pinkie replied, bouncing over and booping Dash on the nose. "He's the perfect stallion to test you on! Just look at him—rugged, handsome, sporty, great cock, everything!" "P- Pinkie I dunno," Dash stammered, "Maybe Twilight's right. I uh... I haven't actually done this before, maybe I should just-" "Oh, it's easy! C'mon, I'll teach you!" "You sure?" Instead of a verbal answer, Pinkie chose that moment to bounce underneath the still-silent Thunderlane and jump as hard as she could, knocking both of them to the floor. A moment later, Pinkie somehow retrieved a long rope from her mane and set about securing the lucky stallion to the ground. "No offence, Thunderlane, but Dashie shouldn't get any help from you this time!" Pinkie said as she wrapped the rope around his muzzle one last time, effectively gagging him. Without another word to Dash, Pinkie zipped over and picked the apprehensive pegasus up, setting her down on Thunderlane's tail. Her face was mere inches away from the black sheath she told herself she wanted so badly. "So, ho-" Pinkie jumped on Dash's back, sending both of them to the floor. Dash's chin crashed into Thunderlane's crotch, though thankfully missing all the really painful areas. When Dash opened her eyes again, she found herself staring directly at the thick flesh containing what she was looking for. Taking a deep breath, she carefully moved forward and gave the sheath a tiny, cautious lick. The tip of Thunderlane's shaft began to poke out through the top, and Dash's eyes went wide—the smell! The taste! The sight! It was all too much for her, and she- "Nuh uh! No stopping now!" Pinkie grabbed her head and began to steer for Dash, directing her nuzzles and prompting her licks until the black stallion cock was towering above her face. "See, it's easy! C'mon, you give it a try now!" she said, and released Dash's head, rolling off of her back to give the pegasus the freedom of movement she would need to tackle such a gargantuan obstacle. Rainbow Dash gulped and leaned forward, before slowly licking up from the base to the tip. Thunderlane moaned in appreciation, but he was powerless to do anything more. The cautious pony became a little braver, and returned to the bottom to repeat the same thing again, only a little harder this time. It produced an even stronger effect, so Dash return to the bottom to repeat the same thing again, only a little harder this time. "No!" Pinkie exclaimed, putting her hoof on Dash's head to stop yet another ascent. "It's not a lollipop, Dash! Move around a bit, get some variation!" Rainbow Dash grunted and Pinkie released her. If variation was important then she supposed she should be a bit more varied. Her tongue travelled around the throbbing tower in spirals as she weaved her head from side to side, licking the whole way. Thunderlane's moaning was even more intense, reinforcing Pinkie's education quite effectively. "Good!" Pinkie giggled. "Now try some kissing too, stallions love kissing!" Rainbow Dash complied, following a similar spiralling pattern but taking a few moments to plant a few strong, sloppy kisses on some of her favourite tasting parts. The shaft rock hard, but still had a bit of squish and give on the very outside, letting her nip and kiss at the skin whenever she pleased. The reaction was overwhelming, and were it not for the ropes Rainbow Dash wondered if she wouldn't have been pinned to the floor for a good rutting already. Her nethers began to drip at the very thought. "See, not a lesbian..." Dash gasped, "Told yo-" "No talking!" Pinkie snapped. "He's not finished yet! C'mon, Dashie, let's put him out of his misery." "I thought you said I didn't get help?" "I don't count, silly! I'm Pinkie Pie!" Dash shrugged and moved to the side, starting to lick, kiss, and suck at one half of the throbbing length while Pinkie nuzzled and kissed the other. Together they followed Pinkie's instructions, working their way up and down in varied and changing patterns while Thunderlane's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his groaning grew to a crescendo even through the makeshift gag. Eventually, Pinkie put a hoof on Dash's head once more and pulled away. "What? I thought I was doing pretty good!" "You are! So good that he's ready to pop! You want it?" "Uh... sure, I think," Dash said, suddenly less sure of herself. Pinkie giggled and directed Dash's head to the tip of the hot, slick penis, slowly moving it down and pushing it through Dash's lips. Before long, the entire head was within Dash's mouth, and the apprehensive pony's eyes were closed in wait. She stayed motionless, expecting any moment to have a mouthful of cum and a proven point. "Now, suck! Suck for all you're worth!" Pinkie shouted, loud enough the whole street could probably hear. Dash didn't care, and complied, running her tongue around the head and moving her mouth up and down as much as she could. Thunderlane's moans grew in both volume and intensity as Dash sucked at the tip, varying the pressure and speed—Pinkie's advice was surely still appropriate even now. Taking the initiative, though Pinkie hadn't suggested it, Dash reached up to both sides and grasped the length between her hooves, rubbing up and down to massage the curious mixture of saliva and other fluids into the throbbing stick of gorgeous, delicious meat. Dash knew she would be doing this again—it tasted both salty, and kinda sweet at the same time. Not as salty as one of the local bar's nicer licks, but a lot more fun to get at. Even without Pinkie's added stimulation, Thunderlane didn't last more than a few seconds, and before long Dash felt the first hot, thick shot of cum splatter against the back of her throat and all over her tongue. She pulled back. "Gah! Oh ga-" She was cut off as another shot, brought on by the sudden influx of cold air, covered her face. She just barely got her eyes closed in time. Thunderlane sighed in relief and happiness, and Dash figured she must have done a good job. A disgusting, sticky, but good job. "Pinkie?" "Uh-huh?" The pink pony replied, sounding as innocent as she could. "Get this stuff off me." Pinkie grinned. "Okie dokie!" she replied, mid-pounce.