> Pinkie Pie's Super Fantabulously Amazing Splendiferous Orgytastic 1,000th Party Celebration Extravaganza™!!! > by LewdChapter > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Pinkie Pie's Super Fantabulously Amazing Splendiferous Orgytastic 1,000th Party Celebration Extravaganza™!!! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pinkie Pie marched through the streets of Ponyville, a basket of goodies under one arm, the other hand dedicated to tilting a large glass bottle to her lips. It wasn’t easy for Twilight and Zecora to come together and craft a potion that met Pinkie's admittedly unorthodox specifications, but the two managed to get it done in fantastic time. They even found a way to make it taste like bubblegum, no doubt to ensure that Pinkie drank the whole thing. With what she had planned, and the potential consequences, she would need every last drop. Once she made her way to the center of town, Pinkie dropped down her things, humming to herself as she dug through her basket. The seemingly endless basket contained a large picnic blanket, several jugs of water, a series of cushions, a folding chair, and a large chalkboard easel. Once Pinkie had everything in order, she withdrew a piece of chalk from her hair and used it to write onto the easel. Pinkie Pie's Super Fantabulously Amazing Splendiferous Orgytastic 1,000th Party Celebration Extravaganza™!!! "And now…" Pinkie dropped her wide, cushioned bottom onto her chair, crossing her legs patiently. "We wait!" Pinkie's plan was a simple one: To celebrate 1,000 parties thrown in Ponyville, Pinkie would invite the good people of Ponyville to run a train on her. The biggest train in the history of running trains, in fact. She didn't intend to leave her spot until she had sucked, fucked, or jerked one thousand different dicks. Considering the town of Ponyville had a population of roughly 400 people, this would be easier said than done. The hope was, once participants began rolling in, word would spread and get others on board. She put up flyers in the days before in an attempt to boost the turnout, but even Pinkie understood how ridiculous the whole thing sounded. It wouldn't surprise her if a great number of people thought it was a joke. "Mom! I can go by myself!" Luckily for Pinkie, it seemed at least two people believed it enough to show up. "Hiya Button! Hiya Mrs. Button’s Mom!" Pinkie waved to the pair as they approached, grinning all the while. Cream Heart and Button Mash were frequent patrons of Sugar Cube Corner, Button especially having a tendency of swinging around during Pinkie's shift to (not so discreetly) peek down Pinkie's blouse. "Here for the party? Or gangbang, either works for me!" "Hello, Pinkie. I heard what a wonderful event you were putting together, and I thought we'd swing by," said Cream Heart. She patted her son on the shoulder, pushing him forward. "Button here has always had a bit of a crush on you, and I thought it would be nice if you were to be his first time." "Mom! What the heck?!" Button jerked away, cheeks blooming red with embarrassment. "She's not my first time! I've had, uh, like… a bunch of times! So many, I can't even count them all!" “Then I’m in for one heck of a time.” Pinkie smiled politely, giving Button a little wink. She knew that, more than likely, he was fibbing, but she didn’t mind. She decided to go along with things, so as to not embarrass him any. “So? You gonna whip out that joystick or are you gonna make me beg?” “Oh. R-right. It’s just…You wanna do it here?” Button gulped nervously. “In front of my mom?” “Aw, no need to be shy, Button,” said Cream. She flashed Pinkie a little grin. “I’m sure we can manage.” “Yeah, a little bit of Pinkie is nothing your dear ol’ ma isn’t used to seeing,” said Pinkie, giving Cream a little nudge with her elbow. "Ain't that right, Mrs. Button’s Mom?" "Uh…" Button tilted his head, very clearly confused. "What?" "She just means that the two of us are somewhat… familiar with each other," said Cream gently. "What?" "I totally boinked your mom!" snickered Pinkie. She clapped excitedly. "I've never been with a mother and son before, not at the same time. C'mon, Button, let's get this show on the road!" Button nodded, nervously undoing his belt while Pinkie bounced excitedly in her seat. This was it, the start of her ultimate party, and Pinkie just couldn’t wait. Yet, she noticed, something was wrong. Button shook as he removed his belt, his eyes darting nervously to Pinkie's curvaceous form. He was nervous, as to be expected. Nothing Pinkie couldn't work around. "Yowie wowie! That's a heck of a bulge you got there!" Pinkie tapped Button's crotch, cupping his equipment with her hand. Truth be told, he was nothing impressive. Not small by any means, just perfectly average. Nothing to write home about, but more than enough to get the job done. "Jeepers… I dunno if my party box can handle a present that big…" "Huh? Really?" Button stood up a bit straighter, grinning slightly. "I guess it is kinda big…" "Would it be okay if I suck it? It looks super yummy!" Pinkie fell forward into all fours and crawled forward, licking Button's cock through his boxers. "Pretty pretty please? With a cherry on top?" “You want to blow me?” “I think if I try to take that, I might really hurt myself, and no one wants that, right?" asked Pinkie, very much so rhetorically. She finally tugged down Button's shorts to free his "joystick", giving it a gentle stroking to get it to full attention. "If you don't mind, I'll just…" Pinkie parted her lips and took the tip of Button’s cock into her mouth, bobbing her head forward and slurping up and down his length. She giggled internally at the way Button trembled and twitched, finding such actions to be adorable. Once Button had a moment to collect himself, Pinkie went to work on his shaft; She sucked him dutifully, all while his mother looked on and nodded with approval. “As proud as I am, I’ll be honest,” said Cream, strolling around to Pinkie’s back. “I didn’t come along just to supervise.” Cream tapped Pinkie’s ass with her palm, grinning mischievously as she did. “May I?” Pinkie mumbled some form of agreement around Button’s meat, giving an emphatic thumbs up to Cream. Mrs. Heart spent little time in preparations, quickly yanking down Pinkie’s sweatpants, then her bright pink panties, exposing the baker’s buns and her thick, juicy pussy, for all to gawk at. Pinkie wiggled her hips a bit, teasing Cream somewhat with the way she swished her tail, until the matriarch pulled down her own pants to reveal a sizable cock of her own. As she pressed her meat against Pinkie, it became clear that she was much bigger than her son, who luckily seemed too preoccupied to notice. Cream Heart made a mental note to thank Pinkie in the future for all the care she took to make Button feel comfortable. But, for now, Cream was more concerned with plowing Pinkie into the dirt, which was exactly what she set off to do; Despite Pinkie’s earlier fears of being hurt, she received Cream’s shaft fairly easily, moaning around Button as his mother slid into her folds from behind. Cream grabbed Pinkie by her wide hips, bucking into her sharply and drilling her tight tunnel. Pinkie was working overtime, throwing her hips back to impale herself on Cream’s dick while simultaneously working Button’s length in front of her. She placed one hand on the ground to keep her balance, and reached up with the other to gently squeeze Button’s balls, doing all she could to work the cum from him. Perhaps predictably, it didn’t take much work to accomplish that goal, nor did it take much time. After just a few minutes of admittedly professional-grade fellatio at the hands of Pinkie, Button was clearly at his limit, trembling slightly and grabbing Pinkie by the hair as he bucked his hips into her face. Pinkie giggled before giving Button a look from below and winked, hoping to convey that it was okay for Button to finish now. It seemed the message was received, or else Button was just unable to hold back anymore, because Pinkie could feel his cock swell and pulse, before it erupted cum down her throat. Much to Pinkie’s surprise, Button actually came quite a bit. No stranger to sucking and swallowing, Pinkie wasn’t anticipating any trouble in gulping down Button’s seed, but after one spurt, two spurts, three, four, and finally five, Pinkie had to admit herself impressed. By the time she had swallowed down every salty drop, she was due to receive another load from behind. Pinkie kept working her hips, slamming her juicy ass against Cream’s pelvis and working her marecock like it was her job. “You sure do cum a lot for such a little guy!” Pinkie coughed out when Button retreated, giggling at the way he blushed. “Tasty, too! I’ll have to get a taste again sometime… But right now, let’s see if mother really knows best…” “Do you want me to pull out, hon?” asked Cream, though she didn’t slow her thrusts in the slightest. “Nope! I’ve got a bunch of potions and stuff to keep things going smoothly,” said Pinkie. She could feel Cream twitch inside of her, and she loved every bit of it. “Go on ahead and fill my punch bowl, Mrs. Button’s Mom!” Cream needed no more invitation, gripping Pinkie’s hips even tighter, digging her nails gently into soft pink flesh and pistoning her hips to drill deep into the party girl. Pinkie bit her lip, moaning in delight from the fat cock splitting her in two. Even though she was a bit of a quickfire, not even Pinkie expected to cum from the first guest. Perhaps she should have, given her hazy, cock-drunk memory of her previous romp with Cream, a memory Cream was intent on refreshing. A little push over the edge was all Pinkie needed, and that push came in the form of a tug of the tail and a spank to the flank, which allowed Cream to drill a shaking, squirting, excitable orgasm from the mare beneath her. As Pinkie came, her cunt convulsing and constricting, Cream Heart found it impossible to resist any longer; She let out a satisfied groan and spurted thick, hot ropes of cum into Pinkie’s womb, filling her with another hefty load of seed. Pinkie sighed in contentment, letting out a little giggle when Cream pulled out of her. Once free, Pinkie scurried over to her easel and scribbled beneath the name of her special event. Guest Orgasm Counter: 2 After a moment of consideration, Pinkie thought it would be fun to add another counter beside that one. Pinkie Orgasm Counter: 1 “Thanks for coming, you guys!” said Pinkie excitedly. She gave a saucy wink. “And thanks for cumming, if you catch my drift. See you guys later!” She waved at the mother and son who departed from the site of the strange, perverse party, absolutely satisfied. Pinkie grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip before returning to her seat and crossing her legs. She could’ve returned her clothes, but decided it was probably pointless, so she kicked her legs out of her pants and undies entirely and tossed it to the floor. Maybe she could give the panties away as some sort of party favor. Pinkie shrugged, deciding she’d figure it out later. For now, she was only concerned with one thing. “Who’s next!” Guest Orgasm Counter: 15 | Pinkie Orgasm Counter: 2 "Having fun, Professor?" Pinkie looked up, peering around the cock in her mouth to spy one of her former students approaching. Back when she was enrolled in the Friendship Academy, Ocellus was always a bit quiet and reserved, though Pinkie had a knack for bringing her out of her shell. The young woman stepped up to Pinkie and the gentleman whose knob she was currently slobbering over and waved politely. Pinkie hummed excitedly, pulling the man's shaft from her plump lips with a lewd schlurp! "Ocellus! What brings you here?" asked Pinkie, casually stroking her guest's length. "I thought you were back home." "Well, the gang convinced me to stay a bit longer. I heard what you were up to, and I thought it would be fun to stop by," said Ocellus. She glanced to the man Pinkie was servicing, letting out a bit of a nervous chuckle. "How do you know the Professor?" "I don't," he said with a shrug. "But when a hot piece of flank is giving out free head, you don't tend to ask a lot of questions." "Yeah, I never did catch his name…" Pinkie tapped her chin thoughtfully, her face a bit sticky from previous guests. "Say, did you want a turn? This guy's almost done." As if the universe itself had aligned to prove Pinkie right, her current guest seized up, letting out a soft moan as he came. Pinkie giggled and worked her hand faster, gleefully catching his load with her face. Out of 15 guests brought to climax, this made for the 6th facial, and Pinkie's face was starting to get sticky and drippy with a smorgasbord of different cum. She licked up as much as she could as it dripped down to her lips, adjusting her board to accommodate one more guest satisfied. "Thanks for coming! See you around!" Pinkie waved to the man as he shoved himself back into his pants and went along his merry way. "So? Do you want in? Any part of me is fair game, front, back, up, down, you name it!" "Well, I'd need to change shape in order to have the right… equipment," hummed Ocellus. "Would that be okay?" "Absotively, positutely! In fact, that gives me an idea! C'mere!" Curious, Ocellus bent over to hear what Pinkie had to say. After a series of exaggerated whispers, the wide-eyed changeling stood up, nodding in understanding. She cleared her throat and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before casting her inherent transformative magic. Her body was consumed by emerald flame and, when the fire was gone, she had changed drastically. She was a head taller, a bit broader and sturdier, and her bright colors were dimmed to a grayish mare with a cold, almost vacant gleam to her eyes. Pinkie grinned, always delighted to see her sister in any form. "Hello, Pinkie," said "Maud", the disguise aided greatly by Ocellus' performance, managing a nearly perfect imitation of Maud’s voice and mannerisms. "I'm here for your party." “Maud! Glad you could make it!” Obviously, Pinkie knew that this wasn’t her sister, but Ocellus was quite convincing nevertheless. She even managed to replicate the dust and dirt that often clung to Maud’s frock, which was just barely too short to conceal her generous serving of mare meat. Pinkie grinned, poking at Maud’s package and causing it to spring up past the hem of her dress. “Looks like you’re pretty happy to see me, too! Why don’t you show your baby sis how excited you are to be here, huh?” “I am going to insert my penis into your vagina now,” said “Maud” plainly, watching as Pinkie turned over onto her back and spread her legs. Pinkie shuddered at her sister’s touch, moaning as Maud’s flare spread her apart. “My intention is to ejaculate deeply inside of you.” “Oh, Maud…” moaned Pinkie, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her sister laid into her, pounding her with deep, deliberate strokes. “I love it when you talk dirty…” “I feel great pleasure whenever I’m with you, Pinkie.” “Is that really how I sound?” Both “Maud” and Pinkie stopped, looking over to the right. Out of nowhere, another grey, bland, frocked, cocked earth pony mare had seemingly manifested before them. The real Maud stared blankly, her pet rock resting gently atop her head. It was unclear how long she had been standing there, but she seemed nonplussed by the objectively bizarre sight of herself plowing her sister. “Oh, yeah, Maud lives here now! I coulda just invited her!” Pinkie palmed her forehead, giggling to herself. “Well, do you wanna go too, Maud?” “I do not understand what this is,” said the real Maud, blinking slowly in her own sort of reserved confusion. “It’s simple. My sister is holding an event in which she has sex with one thousand different people,” said the fake Maud. She pulled out of Pinkie, turning to face her counterpart. “I was just assisting her in her goal.” “I see. You’re a half-inch too tall.” Maud looked her doppleganger up and down before giving a tiny nod. “Aside from that, this is an adequate copy of my appearance.” “Thank you. I apologize for the half-inch discrepancy. I was working on memory." “Oh my gosh, I don’t know if I can handle two Mauds!” Pinkie fanned herself with her hand, as if about to faint. “Too hot for me!” "Oh, should I change, Professor?" Ocellus burst into a flare of green flames, returning to her original form. "I can be someone else, if you want." "I have a suggestion," said Maud. She reached into the rock pouch strapped to her belt and withdrew a small photo, which she showed to Ocellus. "Is this within your capabilities?" Ocellus nodded, then produced another flash of fiery magic. When she emerged, she was quite a bit taller than even Maud, with a rugged, muscular farmer's physique. Clad in a dusty white tank top and tight jeans that did nothing to conceal the thick bulge she was packing. Again, Ocellus more than just looked like her, she carried herself in the same way, that same fiery, angry, serious-as-a-heart-attack aura that the eldest Pie sister possessed. "Can't believe ya roped me into this shit," grumbled "Limestone", crossing her powerful arms over her chest. "And ya got Maud in on it, too? It never ends with you!" "Ooh! Limey!" Pinkie clapped excitedly. "You can wreck my throat while Maud gets me from the front!" "Fine. Whatever gets this shit over with faster…" The imposter Limestone undid her belt and pulled her jeans down a bit, bringing her fat, grey marecock out of its confines. She clambered over Pinkie's body and straddled her frame, pressing the flare of her cock against Pinkie's soft, pillowy lips. "Open ya mouth, Pinkie, let's get this show on the road." With the sort of synergy one would expect from actual sisters, Maud and "Limestone" move more or less in synch, sliding their sizable equipment into Pinkie near-simultaneously. A stifled moan floated from around a mouthful of mare meat, and Pinkie felt her eyes roll back while her body was rocked. Whereas Maud was slow and deliberate, making sure Pinkie felt every inch slide in and out, Limestone was a lot more intense, just wildly slamming her hips until she felt Pinkie's cute little nose against her pelvis. Pinkie reached up and grabbed "Limestone'' by the hips, bringing her in deeper and urging her to pound her throat harder. Between the two, Pinkie stood no real chance at all, and it wasn't long at all before she was quivering at the mercy of her guests. She let out another shrill moan, cumming hard around her sister's cock. Maud gripped Pinkie tightly, increasing the speed of her thrusts until, with little exclamation on her part, she unloaded into Pinkie's cunt. "Take it in ya fat face, Pinkie!" Whereas Maud was fairly reserved in her climax, "Limestone" was quite a bit more vocal and aggressive. "Here it comes!" That was all the warning that Pinkie got before Limestone slammed her hips forward, growling and twitching, dumping a fat load down Pinkie's throat. Being quite adept at such activities, Pinkie managed to keep up at first, but soon, the load was too great, and cum burst from the corners of her mouth. Limestone pulled away from Pinkie's face, spurting out her last few thick ropes into the baker's tits before erupting into flames and reverting to her original form. "That was a good time, Professor," said Ocellus brightly. "But I really should be going. Good luck with your party!" Pinkie waved as she coughed and choked on the cum she failed to swallow, watching with a grin as Ocellus walked away. Maud had pulled out and returned her frock before taking a seat next to Pinkie, holding her pet rock in her hands. It seemed that she'd have some company, at least for a while. After grabbing a towel from her basket to make some attempt at cleaning herself up, Pinkie picked up her chalk and once again updated the board. Guest Orgasm Counter: 18 | Pinkie Orgasm Counter: 3 "This is a strange idea for a party," noted Maud. "Yeppers!" Guest Orgasm Counter: 37 | Pinkie Orgasm Counter: 21 Pinkie panted, more than a bit tired by her exploits and needing a bit of time to recover, rubbing her slowly ballooning belly slowly. Twilight had warned her that, while the potions were intended to magically increase her overall capacity for semen, it wasn’t perfect, and there would eventually be visible evidence of her various creampies. With luck, the potion would catch up soon, before Pinkie got too bloated with cum. For now, Pinkie had finished off the group of partygoers who had formed a line in front of her, and she was awaiting Maud to return with a much-needed sandwich and refill on water. “What in the world…?” Pinkie tilted her head, confused by the sight of what appeared to be a very large snake making its way for her. As she looked further, the snake was very clearly a woman, with broad hips and a set of tits that threatened to outclass even Pinkie. A lamia, if Pinkie’s memory served her correctly, and a quite sharply dressed one, too. As she neared, Pinkie was awed by the crisp, well-tailored blue suit she wore, making the lamia equal parts sexy, professional-looking, and intimidating. “Well, how do you do, Miss…?” “I'm Val. And you must be this Pinkie Pie I’ve been hearing about?” The lamia smirked deviously, flitting her tongue out as she came ever-closer. She coiled up onto her thick, wide tail, easily as wide as Pinkie's body. “I like pie…” “Me too! I love a good cream pie, and I swear that’s not a pun." "Right… Say, how much do you weigh?" "Uh… Roundabouts 220? Maybe closer to 230 on account of all the water weight," said Pinkie, giggling nervously at the way Val looked at her, almost hungrily gazing at the baker. "I've got a lotta 'frosting' bogging me down. Why?" "Oh, just curious. Now, hold still…" Val opened her mouth, baring her fangs and letting her forked tongue hang from her dripping maw. "I'm just gonna—" FTHWING! Something shot past Val's head, burying itself into Pinkie's chalkboard; further investigation showed that it was an arrow. Whereas Val rolled her eyes, closing her mouth once again, Pinkie's eyes followed the trajectory of the arrow, all the way to the tall, bulky figure who had fired it. It was a doe, even more physically fit than Limestone, who strode over with a compound bow in her hand and a quiver of arrows slung over her muscular shoulder. "I'm sick and tired of following you around to keep you out of trouble!" complained the doe. Val straightened up, turning to face the deer with a smug, wholly manufactured grin. "Oh, I'm quite alright without you, Bucky," said Val. “No need to go through the trouble of keeping an eye on me.” “We both know that’s not true, Valerie. This is your third strike.” The deer, Bucky, grabbed Val by the arm, as if to lead her away. “If I catch you trying to eat someone else, I’ll be leaving with a new pair of snakeskin boots.” “Third strike?! Like hell, third strike! I haven’t eaten two whole people!” A bit lower, but still within Bucky’s earshot, Val added in a whisper. “That you know of…” “Strike one was Susan.” “Pah, Susan was fine! I barely swallowed her” “Then was Tony.” “He literally asked for it! What was I supposed to do, not eat him?” “And I’m not letting strike three be…” Bucky gave Pinkie a sideways glance, noticing her for the first time. “Who are you again?” “I’m Pinkie Pie! I’m here to make 1,000 guys cum!” said Pinkie, very chipper for someone who was apparently seconds away from being consumed. “Well, not just guys, girls with dicks are eligible, too. You guys have dicks?” “Yeah, until this bald bitch gives me the potion to reverse it. Which reminds me…” Bucky grabbed Val by the collar, dragging the lamia close and leering down at her. “Cough it up, bitch. I’ve been hard all week and I fucking hate it.” “What, you think us lamia can just cough up stuff we swallow at will?” asked Val, rolling her eyes. “I’ve saw you hack up your wallet to pay for drinks literally yesterday.” “Well, yeah, cause I actually wanted to…” Val noticed that Bucky’s grip on her tightened, and the doe reached for the knife on her belt. “Okay, okay, fine. Let’s meet in the middle, I’ll leave the pony alone and give you your reverse potion, but we fuck her first.” “Was that really so hard?” Bucky released Val, slowly undoing her belt. “Why do you always wait until I have my knife for you to act reasonable?” “So… Are we gonna do this or…?” Pinkie tilted her head curiously. “Not to rush you or anything, but my sister is gonna be back with food soon and then I’m gonna be taking a lunch break so…” Val was the one who sped things along, using her deceivingly dexterous tail, yanked Bucky’s jeans down to her ankles. A thick, drooling cock bounced free, probably the biggest Pinkie had seen that day. As Pinkie took Bucky’s fat dick into her mouth, Val shimmied out of her suit, stroking her own impressive, if a bit slender, equipment. She slipped in beside Bucky and helped the deer stretch Pinkie’s mouth to its limits. Despite her drooling, hacking, coughing, and gagging, Pinkie stood strong and slurped along both dicks with the same dutiful diligence that she would have given them each individually. The two strange creatures before Pinkie seemed just as interested in fighting with each other as they were with using the wet hole that was currently wrapped around their cocks; Val let her hands wander to Bucky’s backside, slapping and pinching her toned posterior for seemingly no other reason than to irritate the deer. In retaliation, Bucky grabbed at Val’s breast (something that even Pinkie, who had a very limited knowledge of biology, knew wasn’t right) and twisted her nipple sharply, earning a hiss from the lamia. “This Pinkie girl sure does suck dick good,” noted Val. She gave Bucky a sideways glance that was downright villainous in nature. “Almost as good as your ma, Bucks.” “If you think you’re gonna get under my skin by reminding me that you slept with Lucky, then you’re gonna be here a while,” said Bucky, rolling her eyes. “Everyone fucked my mom at some point.” “She definitely sucks better than your dad, though.” “Keep trying me and I will mount your head on my fucking wall.” For the safety of everyone involved, particularly Val, Pinkie thought it might be best to wrap things up quickly; She worked both cocks rigorously, squeezing them both into her twitchy throat and milking them for their cum. Luckily, she had a lot of practice, and managed to make relatively quick work of things, and it was only a few minutes before she was guzzling down a cocktail of cock cream. Once she was finished, licking up any stray drops of cum that may have run down the corners of her mouth, she waved goodbye to the fleeing Val and Bucky, who was in hot pursuit. From there, it was a blur. Body after body, guest after guest, Pinkie barely had time to enjoy the lunch Maud had brought her. It was almost too much to handle, a seemingly endless line of cocks that had a hot load of cum waiting for her. It was a lot of work, more than she may have initially anticipated. That wasn’t to say that Pinkie’s party was all work, of course. She was enjoying herself immensely, meeting new people and old friends, and cumming on their cocks every few rounds. In contrast to how she started her little exercise, things picked up quite a bit after the 50th guest. In fact, it was only about an hour after Pinkie’s run in with Val and Bucky did she finally finish off her 99th guest, with the next guest making himself known very soon thereafter. “Looks like I’m number 100,” said Spike with a casual wave. Pinkie clapped excitedly, standing up to meet the now-grown drake with a hug. Spike accepted, and regretted it somewhat. “Ew. You’re kinda sticky…” “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that, Spike. Here, I’ll make it up to you, if you’ll let me…” Pinkie spread her legs, drawing Spike’s eyeline to her abused, yet still enticing, cum-filled pussy. “If the missus is okay with that, of course.” “Heh. I’m surprised Sweetie hasn’t swung around here already. She’s definitely cool with it, just no tongue kissing.” “I think that’s a weird place to draw the line but okie doke!” Spike shed his clothes, stroking his fat, crimson dick as he claimed Pinkie’s seat for himself. In contrast with the mostly equine guests Pinkie had been with thus far, Spike’s equipment was of a different breed entirely, coming to a tapered point that was entirely unlike the flat-ish, flared heads of his stallion counterparts. At the base of the shaft, which was ribbed for her pleasure with softly curving scales, was a fat bulb of flesh: the mighty knot of a mighty dragon. Without much foreplay, Spike pulled Pinkie up onto his lap, lowering her down onto his sharp spear of a dick. Pinkie moaned as she took more and more of the dragon’s pole into her, feeling her breath be taken away from the blindingly electric sensation of the ribbed texture and surprising heat of Spike’s cock. Appropriately, his body was a lot hotter than the average pony’s, and Pinkie felt the difference. Soon, the only thing louder than Pinkie’s moans was the sound of Spike’s flesh slapping against Pinkie’s, his hips bucking up and into her cushioned backside. Pinkie’s ass jiggled pleasantly from the swift contact of Spike slamming himself up and into his friend. Unable to help herself, Pinkie reached down with a free hand to tease her clit, rubbing herself to the edge in the hopes that Spike would fuck her over the point of no return. That point came along quickly, heralded by Pinkie’s increased moans and almost hysterical cries of pleasure. She moved her hand faster, her speed matched by Spike’s deep, piercing strokes. Pinkie squeezed her eyes shut, squealing from the force of her impending climax, when Spike slammed his hips up with all the force he could muster. There was a shrill yelp when Spike’s knot forced itself into Pinkie’s cunt, followed swiftly by wave after wave of unexpectedly thick, almost unreasonably warm cum, enough to expand her pudge quite a substantial amount. “Wowie, that was… a lot…” panted Pinkie. She stirred, trying to roll out of Spike’s lap to adjust her board, but couldn’t seem to separate herself from Spike. “Uh… Spike? You didn’t happen to put that knot thingy in me, did you?” “Ooh. Yikes. Yeah, that’s my bad, Pinks,” said Spike, chuckling sheepishly. “We’ll be tied up for a bit. Sorry.” “It’s no biggie. I just hope you don’t mind me doing my thing with you under me.” A quick glance backwards confirmed that Spike was giving her the thumbs up. “Swell! Then I guess we better get comfy!” Guest Orgasm Counter: 244 | Pinkie Orgasm Counter: 24 “You think you may have bitten off more than you can chew, Pinks?” asked Spike. He was still in position underneath Pinkie, who hadn’t spoken much for the last few guests. She only managed a few tired, mumbling one-liners and jokes between blowbangs, and she was currently unable to speak at all on account of the ice pack she held to her very sore mouth. Without the ability to use her lower half, Pinkie had to work her mouth and hands extra hard, which resulted in tired wrists and a sore jaw. It didn’t help that, completely by accident, she had made Spike cum again, which ensured they would remain tied up even longer. “Nah… I’m good…” panted Pinkie. “I just need to get my second wind. More like my third or fourth or fifth or…” “Is this the weird orgy thing?” A trio of mares made their way to Pinkie and Spike, the three mares looking incredibly strange. Their nude bodies were covered in segments by scales, slick with water, and their smiles revealed a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth. The one who spoke was purple in color, with two implausibly long pigtails. Her companions also had similarly unreasonable hair, one with a very long ponytail and the other with a gigantic poof of orange hair that even Pinkie thought was a bit much. “Yeppers. Who are you guys?” asked Pinkie. “Wait a sec…” The ponytailed one narrowed her gaze at Pinkie. “Aren’t you one of the Rainbooms?” “Oh shit.” Spike looked around Pinkie, getting a healthy eyeful of the admittedly sexy trio. “Uh… Pinks, those are crazy fish chicks Twi fought a while back in the Mirror World. Adagio, Sonata, and…” He looked past the other two, staring blankly at the pigtailed woman. “Sorry, I’m blanking on your name.” “For fuck’s sake, why does no one remember me?!” snapped the pigtailed Siren. “It’s Aria! Aria Blaze!” “And you sound familiar,” mused Adagio. “Were you at the Battle?” “Uh… Sorta. I was the dog,” said Spike. “Right… Well, believe it or not, we’re not here to fight or anything.” “Nope! We were just in town and heard there’s some crazy bimbo chick giving free blowies, and soooooo…” Sonata twirled on her heel, flourishing her hands out in her companions’ direction. “Here we are!” “Sorry, ladies, it’s dicks only,” said Spike with a shrug. “Not my call, but Pinks here is very particular that people with pussies aren’t allowed.” “Oh, and what makes you think we don’t have dicks, Mr. Doggy Dragon Man?” “Uh…” Spike pointed to the strange, almost reptilian slit between Sonata’s legs. “My eyes?” “Oh. Right.” Sonata spread her opening with two fingers, allowing two thin, slick appendages to slither out into the open. “Bam! We’ve got two each!” “Well… It’s efficient, I guess. You each count as two, so this is six more down,” sighed Pinkie. She dropped her ice pack into Spike’s hand before firmly patting her cheeks, shaking off the cobwebs and grinning with determination. “Let’s freaking go!” It seems that Pinkie had managed that fifth wind after all, because she grabbed Sonata with a fresh wave of energy and quickly took both slender lengths into her mouth. Sonata's flesh was cooler than expected, and brought with it a surprisingly pleasant salty, earthy flavor. Pinkie was confused, but intrigued, and she took them both deeper. "How come jizz-for-brains gets first go?" complained Aria. She crossed her arms, frowning at the sight of her idiot partner getting her cocks slobbered. "Hey, Kibbles 'n Bits. You done yet? I'm not trying to sit around all day until brainless gets her rocks off." "Oh, yeah. I think I can probably slide out by now," said Spike, wiggling slightly from underneath Pinkie. "Hope you don't mind sloppy seconds, uh…" "You're fucking with me." "Don't tell me, it's on the tip of my tongue…" "I literally just told you my fucking name, you asshole!" "If you're just gonna shout, I'll happily take your place, whatever your name is," remarked Adagio. Aria glared at her leader, who broke into a grin. "Oh, lighten up, Aria. I'm only teasing." “Whatever. I just wanna bust a fat one…” grumbled Aria. She muscled Pinkie up, pulling her just enough for Spike to pop out of her pussy. Pinkie moaned around Sonata’s twin dicks at the pleasant sensation of the belly’s worth of cum that Spike had plugged in her finally flooding out. She shivered in delight, letting Aria drag her around without much complaint or input. Once she had Pinkie where she wanted, Aria laid out on her back and pulled the party girl down onto her cocks. Another unique sensation, the Siren’s dicks felt more like tentacles, sliding smoothly inside Pinkie’s folds and wriggling around independently of one another. Not content to just sit and watch any longer, Adagio stalked her way over to examine the scene. A quick look-over of the scene made Adagio’s next act rather obvious; With Sonata occupying the mouth and Aria having spread Pinkie’s cunt, that left with only one course of actions. Pinkie let out a surprised yelp when she felt Adagio’s slick, slender pair of penises press against her prim pink pucker, that yelp becoming a shivering shudder when they forced their way into her tightest passage. Surprisingly, it was a smooth insertion even without any lube to speak of. From what Pinkie could tell, the slick nature of the Siren’s double dongs seemed to be some sort of natural lubricant. Very handy in a situation like this, where surprise anal was the order of the day. Getting back into her groove, Pinkie was a well-oiled fucking machine, bouncing up and down on Aria’s shafts, throwing her hips back to impale herself on Adagio, and bobbing her head back and forth to throat Sonata, all in one smooth motion. Sonata grabbed at Pinkie’s cotton candy hair, holding her in place to roughly fuck her face. About the same time, Aria reached up to grope Pinkie’s tits, digging her fingers into her tender boobflesh, and Adagio delivered an unforgiving spank to the baker’s bouncy buns. “I need to learn how to give head like this!” moaned Sonata. “Maybe then Kevin will call me back…” “Her pussy’s not half-bad, either,” said Aria with a nod. “Matter of fact… I’m getting pretty close. Ada?” “Mh-hm… No need to wait,” said Adagio. “Whenever you’re ready.” “Cool. Alright, slut, come get this caviar.” With some sort of insane synergy between the trio, they all came at about the same time. Sonata was a few seconds ahead, spraying a surprisingly thick, sticky jet of cum from each dick directly down Pinkie’s throat before pulling out to spray the last of her cum onto the pony’s face and tongue. Pinkie barely had a moment to process the taste (funnily enough, it did taste sort of like caviar) before four more floods of cum shot into her. She fell forward, moaning with delight, feeling herself tip over yet another orgasm. “Well, that was certainly worth the trip.” Adagio pulled her sticky shafts from Pinkie’s ass, adjusting her hair and wiping the sweat from her brow. “Perhaps we’ll stick around a bit. Maybe come see you again.” “There’s gonna be a big after-party, once she reaches 1,000,” said Spike. “If you guys promise not to try any more evil mind-control stuff, you’re welcome to stop by.” “Nah, we’re done with that stuff!” promised Sonata. She helped Pinkie up to allow Aria to shimmy from beneath the baker and rise to her feet. “Turns out, we were just mad cause we hadn’t got laid in like a billion years. Once that happened, we kinda mellowed out.” “Right on. Well, see you around Adagio, Sonata.” Spike tilted his head, his mind completely and utterly blank. “You too, uh…” “You’re joking,” snarled Aria. “Tell me you’re joking.” “Shoot, I just had it. Something with an A…” “You’ve got til the count of 5 to remember my name before I Old Yeller your dog ass.” Aria cracked her knuckles, scowling at Spike with an almost tangible level of disdain. “One…” “Is it… Ariana?” tried Spike. Aria blinked once, twice, three times slowly before making her way over to Spike. “Hey, wait, let’s not get crazy here…” “Twothreefourfive, I’m kicking your ass, dog breath!” Guest Orgasm Counter: 995 | Pinkie Orgasm Counter: 817 “C-can I please… Have everyone’s attention!” A sea of ponies and various other sentient creatures had gathered around Pinkie’s spot, which at some point had grown to include a raised stage with lights, cameras, and microphones projecting the sounds of her moans to all of Ponyville. All eyes were on her, the strange mare responsible for the strangest gathering anyone had ever attended. Somehow, Pinkie Pie had managed to turn a simple orgy into a bonafide block party. They watched Pinkie bounce on her good friend Rainbow, with Applejack ramming her from behind. With her right hand, she jerked off Rarity, and with her left, Fluttershy. This left Princess Twilight, standing a bit to the side so Pinkie could address the crowd, who was pounding the pink party girl’s throat until a moment ago. “I just wanna say… Fuck, that feels good, Rainbow…” Pinkie shook herself firmly, trying to stay focused. “I just wanna say a big ol’ thank you to all of you! It’s crazy to think of, but over the last day and a half, I’ve met and fucked all 1,000 of you here!” “I actually counted before we came on stage,” whispered Twilight. “Who wants to tell her it’s actually 1,107?” “Hush, darling,” chided Rarity. “Let the girl have her moment.” “I don’t know all of you super well, and I’m sure there’s a good chunk of you here who only stopped by to bust a quick nut before going about your business, and that’s cool! Even if that’s all this was to you, that’s okay, because I couldn’t have done this without you! But there’s a few of you that I knew before this party, and a few of you that I met during it, who I feel are extra special. I’m not gonna name any names, but if you’ve made a connection with me during this time, then you know who you are. Through thick and thin, good and bad, weird and super weird, all of you who helped me get here, whether you know it or not, you mean the world to me. “I can’t promise I’ll do this again if I reach 2,000 parties, but what I can promise is this: Every single day, I’ll be doing my absolute best to entertain all of you, and make you all smile! Even if you don’t get to fuck me, per say, I hope to at least give you a few stories to remember.” Pinkie punctuated that last sentence with a wink to some invisible camera. “But, hey, enough sappy stuff. These girls are ready to blow, and once I make these five cum, my five bestest friends in the whole wide world, then we’ll reach 1,000 guests and we’ll be able to start the afterparty for real! So, grab some cake, some drinks, and get ready, because it’s time for the grand finale: The Spirits of Harmony Gangbang Bukkake Spectacular!” The crowd shouted and hollered when Pinkie gestured for Princess Twilight, once again taking her fat cock into her mouth. There were cheers and cries of support, chants of “cum, cum, cum!” to fire Pinkie up, and fire her up, they did; She sucked, jerked, and bounced like these were the first dicks of the day, not displaying any of the fatigue one would expect from a girl who had just been fucked roughly 1,000 times consecutively. Pinkie was just special in that way, the crowd figured. Only she could do something like this and, perhaps just as importantly, only she would think this was a good idea. There was a roar from the crowd when Rarity and Fluttershy came, spraying Pinkie with a shower of sticky seed. The applause continued when Twilight pulled her cock from Pinkie’s lips, stroking her thick rod until she, too, drenched Pinkie’s features with cum. Lastly, Applejack and Rainbow slid out of their respective holes and took a position to Pinkie’s right. They reached over and jerked each other to completion, their contribution being what was needed to completely and entirely obscure Pinkie’s eyes, mouth, and nose with a thick, heavy glaze of mare seed. Sore, exhausted, and positively drenched, Pinkie fought to rise to her feet, giving a bow to the party-goers. If one looked closely, somewhere, beneath all that cum, they’d be able to see Pinkie smile. “Thank you all for 1,000 parties! Here’s to 1,000 more! Goodbye and Goodnight! BANG!”