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.