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Pinkie Pie is Your Penis

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>December 2, 2012
>The ponies here are friendly, inviting.
>Accepting.
>You hate this.
>They were cheery all the time, they here happy at all hours of the day.
>They were even able to engage in elaborate, highly choreographed dance numbers on a whim.
>You said ONE thing about winter, and suddenly the entire town was dancing about, singing about how they would wrap up the weather or something.
>You weren't really paying attention.
>Hopefully this place will get less fucking dumb in the coming months.
>December 22, 2012
>You had friends now.
>A few mares in town had accepted you after you assisted in taking animals from one area to another. Apparently, wrenching these creatures out of their natural habitat to live at a yellow flying pony's cottage was a "good" thing.
>You had to be honest, it wasn't all that bad. You were getting used to their personalities. You could confidently say that you were beginning to like these ponies.
>Well...
>...all except one.
>Pinkie Pie.
>She was... insufferable.
>Always nagging you about sugary confections, always prattling on about parties, and confetti, and streamers and balloons.
>She even had the nerve to change your boxers into jelly beans one time.
>You knew that she would be the only pony in this god forsaken place that you would come to despise...
>January 12, 2013
>Twilight wants you to assist her with some sort of magic spell.
>Not that big of a deal, you helped out all the time.
>You're sure it'll be a breeze.
>January 13, 2013
>DISASTER.
>Twilight's spell has backfired. You're not sure HOW, but Pinkie Pie had somehow gotten herself entwined with the spell that Twilight was using on you.
>When the smoke had cleared, you had found that Pinkie was nowhere to be found.
>This would normally have been a good thing, but then you felt a stirring.
>In your loins.
>To your horror, your phallus, your BEST of best friends, was now being "possessed" by Pinkie Pie.
>You could hear her voice inside your head. She could move your penis about with her sheer will, and for some reason your dick was really, really pink.
>Twilight doesn't believe you. She thinks she poofed Pinkie somewhere else.
>No one believes that Pinkie Pie is your penis.
>Pinkie laughs at your misery in your mind, going on and on about the possibilities of preforming practical penis parties.
>This... was hell.
>January 25, 2013
>Parties.
>Cakes.
>Methods of making one's mane "Super Poofy"
>This is all she talks about.
>Every day.
>Every hour.
>She insists you cover your penis in clown makeup from time to time.
>She wants you to name it "Mister Smiley."
>You do not want to name it "Mister Smiley."
>Suicide attempts are unsuccessful.
>February 1, 2013
>You've learned of a holiday.
>Hearts and Hooves was what it was called, apparently.
>It's basically the pony equivalent of Valentine's day.
>Then you got an idea. An awful idea. You got a wonderful, *awful* idea...
>You would have Spike send a letter.
>February 6, 2013
>Phase one is complete.
>You would be meeting with royalty soon.
>Deciding to be devious, you let Pinkie know that you were going to meet with the princesses.
>She overjoyed.
>Good.
>Let her be happy.
>You would enjoy snuffing that out.
>January 8th, 2013
>The royal sisters are humbled at your manners and politeness.
>They asked you about your world, your customs, etc.
>You obliged, telling the all they wished to hear. As you talked, though, you made your best effort to get on the good side of one particular princess.
>Luna.
>She was a quiet one, slightly cautious as well.
>She would be your tool of vengeance.
>Pinkie keeps telling you to whip your dick out and spin it like a helicopter in Celestia's face.
>"It'll be funny" she says.
>You refuse.
>The dick would be reserved for a more... enticing moment.
>February 8, 2013
>She's becoming more used to your presence.
>Long walks through the courtyard, nights on the roof of the castle, you did all you could to gain Luna's trust.
>Soon you planned on winning her affection.
>Pinkie makes your penis do the worm inside your pants for a total of five hours.
>She called it the "Mess Around."
>Revenge would be sweet.
>February 10, 2013
>Phase 2 was complete.
>Under the light of stars and to the sound of slow, soft music, you secured Princess Luna's affections.
>It was her first kiss, apparently.
>Cute.
>You ask Luna to be your special somepony.
>She accepts.
>Good.
>February 14, 2013
>This was it.
>The day of reckoning.
>Vengeance for the days and weeks of "Slap your cock on that cake! No, really! It would be so fun! Do it!"
>Revenge for the time Pinkie made your schlong do the tango at the local pool.
>Justice for how she once tied it in a KNOT.
>You would make her pay, and you would do it by deflowering a mare that loved you.
>Sometimes life looked upon you and smiled, even if your penis was haunted by a nagging cunt of a mare.
>6:14 PM
>You meet with the princess in the castle.
>She looks divine, wearing a wonderfully gorgeous gown that compliments her appearance.
>You give her the flowers your purchased.
>She's overjoyed.
>7:02 PM
>Dinner is delicious.
>You have a simple meal of greens and fruits, as does Luna.
>Pinkie wants you to peel a potato with your balls.
>She even makes them bounce in your pants.
>Hiding your discomfort is difficult, but Luna is none the wiser.
>Soon.
>Soon.
>8:18 PM
>A ball is held for the ponies of Canterlot.
>You and Luna attend, the princess asking you to a dance.
>As you both share a moment of peace on the dance floor, Pinkie begins to make your wing-wang do a boogie shake in your pants.
>Attempts to conceal the movement are futile.
>Luna notices.
>You think your plans are foiled for a moment.
>The blush and small smirk on Luna's face tells you otherwise.
>Pinkie may have just secured her own demise.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YekncNouZZA
>10:07 PM
>VENGEANCE
>IS
>YOURS
>Minutes ago you and Luna had clumsily stumbled into her quarters, already engaged in deep, passionate kisses.
>"Rub your cock on her drapes!" Pinkie said to you.
>You ignored it, preparing Luna for the night of her life.
>Getting hard was simple. You asked Pinkie to stiffen up, telling her you would use it like a baseball bat to play some ping pong with the princess.
>Falling for your ruse, she hardened herself.
>Fool.
>And now?
>You were currently balls deep in the darkest reaches of Princess Luna's butt.
>Was she surprised?
>Yup.
>Was she loving it?
>Yup.
>And Pinkie Pie?
>She was screaming in horror at the top of her lungs inside your head.
>She pleaded you to stop.
>You relished her agony, only making you harder like a diamond in a snowstorm.
>Oh.
>Oh god she was crying.
>Pinkie Pie was crying in your mind.
>For the first time in months, you feel joy and happiness.
>Yours is an evil laugh, as you thrust on home to the lamentations of Luna and the agony of Pinkie Pie.
Today was a good day.

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>December 2, 2012
>The ponies here are friendly, inviting.
>Accepting.
>You hate this.
>They were cheery all the time, they here happy at all hours of the day.
>They were even able to engage in elaborate, highly choreographed dance numbers on a whim.
>You said ONE thing about winter, and suddenly the entire town was dancing about, singing about how they would wrap up the weather or something.
>You weren't really paying attention.
>Hopefully this place will get less fucking dumb in the coming months.

>December 22, 2012
>You had friends now.
>A few mares in town had accepted you after you assisted in taking animals from one area to another. Apparently, wrenching these creatures out of their natural habitat to live at a yellow flying pony's cottage was a "good" thing.
>You had to be honest, it wasn't all that bad. You were getting used to their personalities. You could confidently say that you were beginning to like these ponies.
>Well...
>...all except one.
>Pinkie Pie.
>She was... insufferable.
>Always nagging you about sugary confections, always prattling on about parties, and confetti, and streamers and balloons.
>She even had the nerve to change your boxers into jelly beans one time.
>You knew that she would be the only pony in this god forsaken place that you would come to despise...

>January 12, 2013
>Twilight wants you to assist her with some sort of magic spell.
>Not that big of a deal, you helped out all the time.
>You're sure it'll be a breeze.

>January 13, 2013
>DISASTER.
>Twilight's spell has backfired. You're not sure HOW, but Pinkie Pie had somehow gotten herself entwined with the spell that Twilight was using on you.
>When the smoke had cleared, you had found that Pinkie was nowhere to be found.
>This would normally have been a good thing, but then you felt a stirring.
>In your loins.
>To your horror, your phallus, your BEST of best friends, was now being "possessed" by Pinkie Pie.
>You could hear her voice inside your head. She could move your penis about with her sheer will, and for some reason your dick was really, really pink.
>Twilight doesn't believe you. She thinks she poofed Pinkie somewhere else.
>No one believes that Pinkie Pie is your penis.
>Pinkie laughs at your misery in your mind, going on and on about the possibilities of preforming practical penis parties.
>This... was hell.

>January 25, 2013
>Parties.
>Cakes.
>Methods of making one's mane "Super Poofy"
>This is all she talks about.
>Every day.
>Every hour.
>She insists you cover your penis in clown makeup from time to time.
>She wants you to name it "Mister Smiley."
>You do not want to name it "Mister Smiley."
>Suicide attempts are unsuccessful.

>February 1, 2013
>You've learned of a holiday.
>Hearts and Hooves was what it was called, apparently.
>It's basically the pony equivalent of Valentine's day.
>Then you got an idea. An awful idea. You got a wonderful, *awful* idea... 
>You would have Spike send a letter.

>February 6, 2013
>Phase one is complete.
>You would be meeting with royalty soon.
>Deciding to be devious, you let Pinkie know that you were going to meet with the princesses.
>She overjoyed.
>Good.
>Let her be happy.
>You would enjoy snuffing that out.

>January 8th, 2013
>The royal sisters are humbled at your manners and politeness.
>They asked you about your world, your customs, etc.
>You obliged, telling the all they wished to hear. As you talked, though, you made your best effort to get on the good side of one particular princess.
>Luna.
>She was a quiet one, slightly cautious as well.
>She would be your tool of vengeance.
>Pinkie keeps telling you to whip your dick out and spin it like a helicopter in Celestia's face.
>"It'll be funny" she says.
>You refuse.
>The dick would be reserved for a more... enticing moment.

>February 8, 2013
>She's becoming more used to your presence.
>Long walks through the courtyard, nights on the roof of the castle, you did all you could to gain Luna's trust.
>Soon you planned on winning her affection.
>Pinkie makes your penis do the worm inside your pants for a total of five hours.
>She called it the "Mess Around."
>Revenge would be sweet.

>February 10, 2013
>Phase 2 was complete.
>Under the light of stars and to the sound of slow, soft music, you secured Princess Luna's affections.
>It was her first kiss, apparently.
>Cute.
>You ask Luna to be your special somepony.
>She accepts.
>Good.

>February 14, 2013
>This was it.
>The day of reckoning.
>Vengeance for the days and weeks of "Slap your cock on that cake! No, really! It would be so fun! Do it!"
>Revenge for the time Pinkie made your schlong do the tango at the local pool.
>Justice for how she once tied it in a KNOT.
>You would make her pay, and you would do it by deflowering a mare that loved you.
>Sometimes life looked upon you and smiled, even if your penis was haunted by a nagging cunt of a mare.

>6:14 PM
>You meet with the princess in the castle.
>She looks divine, wearing a wonderfully gorgeous gown that compliments her appearance.
>You give her the flowers your purchased.
>She's overjoyed.

>7:02 PM
>Dinner is delicious.
>You have a simple meal of greens and fruits, as does Luna.
>Pinkie wants you to peel a potato with your balls.
>She even makes them bounce in your pants.
>Hiding your discomfort is difficult, but Luna is none the wiser.
>Soon.
>Soon.

>8:18 PM
>A ball is held for the ponies of Canterlot.
>You and Luna attend, the princess asking you to a dance.
>As you both share a moment of peace on the dance floor, Pinkie begins to make your wing-wang do a boogie shake in your pants.
>Attempts to conceal the movement are futile.
>Luna notices.
>You think your plans are foiled for a moment.
>The blush and small smirk on Luna's face tells you otherwise.
>Pinkie may have just secured her own demise.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YekncNouZZA

>10:07 PM
>VENGEANCE
>IS
>YOURS
>Minutes ago you and Luna had clumsily stumbled into her quarters, already engaged in deep, passionate kisses.
>"Rub your cock on her drapes!" Pinkie said to you.
>You ignored it, preparing Luna for the night of her life.
>Getting hard was simple. You asked Pinkie to stiffen up, telling her you would use it like a baseball bat to play some ping pong with the princess.
>Falling for your ruse, she hardened herself.
>Fool.
>And now?
>You were currently balls deep in the darkest reaches of Princess Luna's butt.
>Was she surprised?
>Yup.
>Was she loving it?
>Yup.
>And Pinkie Pie?
>She was screaming in horror at the top of her lungs inside your head.
>She pleaded you to stop.
>You relished her agony, only making you harder like a diamond in a snowstorm.
>Oh.
>Oh god she was crying.
>Pinkie Pie was crying in your mind.
>For the first time in months, you feel joy and happiness.
>Yours is an evil laugh, as you thrust on home to the lamentations of Luna and the agony of Pinkie Pie.

Today was a good day.

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