>Day of forgotten nights in Equestria.
>Wake up to annoying vibrating and yipping noises.
>Roll over and grope around for your alarm clock.
>The noises won’t stop.
>They start to coalesce into a high-pitched amalgamation of words.
>”Nonny. Hey Anon. Non-Non, wake up!”
>Refusing to open your eyes, you reach for the source of the sound.
>Your hand brushes up against a coarse, mesh tangle.
>Pressing further, you bump against a fuzzy mound of flesh.
>”Hehe. Stop it Nonny, that tickles!”
>The entity before you snorts and you echolocate your target.
>You quickly bring your arm back, coiling it like a serpent and, in a flash, you strike out... and delicately boop Pinkie’s snout.
>She goes cross-eyed momentarily, following your pointer’s movement.
“Five more minutes...”
>Pinkie wrinkles her nose and whines, “Aww... But Nonny, today’s our birthday party! You wouldn’t want to miss any of the action, would you?”
>You mumble groggily:
“‘Our party?’ What in Equestria are you talking about, you crazy horse?”
>Pinkie gasps, inflating like a balloon in mock terror. “Nonny, that’s terrible! I could understand forgetting Gummy’s birthday, or maybe even Fluttershy’s, but to forget everyone’s? That’s real cold, mister.”
>She crosses her forehooves in front of her and huffs.
>You bury your face deeper into your pillow and your words come out muffled.
“Pinkie, I have no idea what you’re talking about...”
>”You don’t remember last year?”
“What about it?”
>”I threw a positively personable and palilalial Pinkie pony party! Don’t you remember, Nonny? Don’t ya? Don’t ya?”
>You can feel Pinkie’s weight on your bed as she cranes over you.
>Reluctantly, you decide to roll over and face her.
>Her face is closer than you thought it’d be...
“Pinkie, you throw so many parties it’s hard to remember them all.”
 
>”It’s not -that- hard, silly. Last year was the one where we played cider pong with Lyra and BonBon.”
>A small synapse fires off in your brain.
“Oh God... Was that the time we played like... 10 rounds of cider pong and I lost every one?”
>Pinkie giggles and smiles, “See, you remembered.”
“Well, actually, that night’s really fuzzy. I don’t really remember anything else...”
>Pinkie’s mane flattens somewhat and her mouth quivers. “So you don’t remember that night?”
>You scratch the back of your head and try to concentrate, but you access nothing but fog.
“Nope, sorry.”
>She sniffles.
“But that’s probably a good thing.”
>You offer weakly.
“Some of the best nights of my life are ones I can’t remember.”
>Pinkie peps up instantly. “Great! So you’re coming to the party then?”
>You can’t help but smile.
“Of course, Pinkie. I wouldn’t miss it for the wor-”
>”Woo-hoo!” she shouts, producing a noisemaker and a party hat from thin air. “See you there, Nonny!”
>She blares the noisemaker as she slams the party hat over your head.
>The hat crashes down on your skull and its brim sinks below your eyes, cutting off your field of vision.
>At the same moment, you begin to feel dizzy and your limbs start to feel heavy.
>The wail of the noisemaker deepens and elongates, creating a low, monotone bass.
>The blackness of your lost vision becomes a single pinpoint of light.
>Though you feel as though your appendages should be forcing you downward, you start to feel a suction at the apex of your skull where the hat rests against your head.
>The dot of light rushes toward you, ushering in the panorama that is the cosmos.
>Your body seems to be pulled up and down simultaneously until you are thin and wiry.
>The hat then slurps you up, swallowing you whole.
 
>You blink.
>And find yourself in front of a laser-lit, thumping Sugarcube Corner, morning long since passed.
>”Oh Non-Non, you made it!” chirps Pinkie from the doorway.
>The queasiness in your stomach prevents you from addressing her.
>Right...
>This is starting to feel familiar again.
“Yeah... Thanks for the ride, Pinkie...”
>Two familiar faces trot up next to you as you regain your composure.
>”Nice outfit, Anon.” Lyra smirks.
>You peer down at your attire to find that you’re still decked out in your pajamas from earlier in the day.
>Momentarily glaring at Pinkie Pie, you turn your attention back to Lyra and scoff.
“At least I’m wearing something, you stank.”
>Lyra simply chuckles. “Try not to fall in love while I walk away, monkey boy.”
>BonBon smiles nervously and accompanies Lyra inside.
>You watch their flanks jiggle.
>Stupid ponies...
>At least you were agitated enough to snap out of your nausea.
>You make your way inside and Pinkie gives you a thumbs up.
>Or a hoof up.
>Or something.
>Somehow the understanding is there.
>”I think you look nice, Nonny; very comfortable, very confident.”
“Heh, thanks Pink.”
>You lean over and whisper in her ear:
“But maybe next time you could wait for me to change?”
>”Aww, but you’re so slow, Non-Non.”
“Well, it’s true that I don’t have the same authority over time and spa-”
>Pinkie seems to blur momentarily.
>She gives you a broad smile and pats you on the back, ushering you inside. “There. That’s better, right?”
“Better? What are you talking about?”
>She escorts you over to the punch table and hands you a cup.
>When you reach up to take it, you see the familiar black fabric of your trademark suit adorning your arm.
>By now you should know better than to question Pinkie Pie.
>For the time being, you’ll just be glad that it’s working out to your benefit.
 
>You take a sip of your drink.
>It’s pretty sugary, but if the empty bottles surrounding the bowl are to be believed, it could knock you on your ass.
“Alright Pinks, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”
>Pinkie whacks her hoof on the punch table, popping some of her recently-ladled beverage into the air at a trajectory perfectly aimed for her mouth.
>She gulps it down in one go and licks her lips. “We could always play cider pong again!”
>You scoff and take another swig.
“No thanks. I don’t want another repeat of last year.”
>You think...
“What else do you ponies know how to play?”
>”Hmm, let’s see...” Pinkie taps her hoof to her chin, “There’s I Never, Snap, Thirty One...”
>Her voice trails off as you focus on a stack of party cups on the table.
>”Waterfall, Thumper...”
“Pinkie, do you still have that long table in the kitchen?”
>”Sure, Nonny.”
“How about Flip Cup?”
>”Ooh! I like that one!”
“Let’s do it.”
-
>As you clear the table and get everything ready, Pinkie roams the party and rounds up a meager squad of recruits: Vinyl, Berry Punch, Big Mac, Derpy, and, to your surprise, Octavia.
“I would’ve thought you’d be too proper for these kinds of parties, Octy.”
>She gives you a reserved smirk, “No pony misses a Pinkie Pie party.” She turns to the white unicorn beside her, “Besides, Vinyl wouldn’t have let me stay home.”
“Alright, so everyone knows how to play, right?”
>The mares all nod and Big Mac gives his signature ‘Eeyup.’
>”But don’t we need one more? We’ve uneven teams, Anon.”
>A quick head count confirms Octavia’s suspicions.
>You spot Rarity’s signature coiling purple tail and step over your entourage.
>Any port in a storm, right?
“I’m on it. You guys start picking teams.”
 
>Passing through the doorway, you call out to your unicorn friend.
“Yo Rare, We need another for Flip...”
>It’s only once you clear the threshold that you’re able to take notice of whom Rarity was conversing with.
“Cup...”
>Fluttershy’s ears perk up and she pops up into the air, floating gently. “I’ll do it!”
>She turns to Rarity. “If that’s okay, I mean...”
>Rarity makes a scootching motion with her hoof. “Of course, dear. You two have fun.”
>She catches sight of a dapper young stallion as he exits from the kitchen behind you. “And I’ll have mine.”
>Winking, she follows after her stud. “Yoo hoo!”
>Fluttershy floats a little closer. “I-It’s good to see you, A-Anon... You know, we didn’t get to s-see each other last year...”
“Yeah, yeah, Flutters. Good to see you and all that.”
>You swiftly grab her by the hoof, causing her to jump a bit, and tote her back into the kitchen.
-
>When you arrive at the table, the teams look to have been settled already.
>Pinkie, Big Mac, Berry Punch, and Octavia stand across from Derpy and Vinyl.
>Okay, to be fair, Berry is slouching more than she is standing.
>One point in favor of your team.
>Still, looks like you’ll be stuck with the dead weight of Derpy and Fluttershy.
“So this is how it’s gonna be, huh?”
>”Mmhmm,” Pinkie beams. “And we thought we’d make things interesting by using punch instead of cider!”
>You glower a bit at the prospect.
“What are ya Anon a lightweight?” Berry slurs as her eyes attempt to focus on you. “Or justa pussy?”
“Oh, you’re on, bitch.”
>You huddle up your team to talk strategy.
“Alright girls, drink fast and flip well. I want Vinyl up front, Derpy second, Fluttershy third, and I’ll bring us home. Got it?”
>“Got it.”
“Go team on three. One, two, three.”
>”Go team!”
>Your team breaks into their positions and you find yourself eyeing down Big Mac.
>He’s probably anchoring for them as well.
 
“Okay. Ready. Set... Go!”
>Vinyl slugs her drink down.
>Setting her cup on the edge, she futilely tries to upend it a few times.
>In the meantime, Pinkie finishes her drink and sets her cup down.
>She hits her cup in an arc that should clearly overshoot the table.
“Haha, good try Pinki-”
>Well, it -should have- but before falling past the boundary of the table, it tumbles in mid-air, suspended, and then slides back onto the table rim-down.
>”Your turn, Berry!”
“Ffffffffffffff- Figured everything out over there, Vinyl?”
>You can tell that she’s starting to lose her cool.
>Berry’s drink sloshes into her belly and she seems to have to try to concentrate just to line her cup bottom up to the edge.
>At least that’s in your favor...
>After a few more tries, Vinyl nearly gets her cup to land square.
>You see a faint pink glow surround her horn and her cup settles.
>Derpy suckles at her drink, draining it slowly.
>By this time Berry has managed to flip her cup once, unsuccessfully, and almost forget that she was playing a game.
>Derpy finishes off her beverage and sets up her flip.
>She presses her muzzle up against the table and uses her wings to propel her body upward while spreading her arms and legs wide in joy.
>It’s... actually pretty adorable.
>And miraculously, it actually works.
>Unfortunately, Berry’s cup also manages to land correctly.
>At least you’re all tied up again.
>You watch as Fluttershy nervously sips at her drink while Octavia elegantly, yet quickly, downs hers.
“Faster Fluttershy! You gotta chug that shit, son!”
>Seemingly inspired by your words, she knocks the rest of her mixture down.
>”N-Now what?”
“What do you mean? Flip it!”
 
>She reels back in shock from your outburst, fluttering her wings; the air of which causes her cup to do a single gentle tumble in the air and land on the table.
>You’re taken aback for a moment as you revel in the sheer statistical impossibility of what you just witnessed.
>But in that moment, Octavia daintily upends her cup in a similar single-flip act of grace.
>You snap to attention.
>Both you and Big Mac slam your alcohol down and set up your cups.
>The two of you lock eyes again.
>Time nearly stands still.
>That is until Big Mac rockets his cup into the air.
>Shocked, you meagerly send yours aloft.
>While your cup spins mid-air, Mac’s bounces off the ceiling and lands rim-down on the table, sealing your defeat.
>”Ooh, close one,” Pinkie chirps.
>Fluttershy looks to you. ”Did... Did we lose?”
>Your cup rolls awkwardly on its side trying to settle.
“‘Fraid so, Flutterbutt.”
>”And Vinyl and Fluttershy cheated,” Octavia smirks. “No magic or wing power allowed.”
>Pinkie gasps and then tuts. “That’s a penalty drink for each of you.”
>She then produces eight more cups of alcohol from the nether, six of which are held by extraneous, likely temporary, appendages. “Per occurrence.”
>You groan, but comply.
“Wow, these drinks are starting to taste preeeetty good. How’s about we have ourselves a little rematch?”
-
>Your rematch ends the same way it did before.
>So you rematch again, but change your order.
>And lose again.
>So the next time you try switching up the teams.
>After another hour or so, you’re completely smashed.
>Your head swims as you try to switch places with Big Mac.
>Faltering, your thumb practically probes Mac’s asshole as you try to catch your step.
“Haha. Sorry there... buckooooo. Almost gave you a Pooper Scooper haaa.”
 
>They say that memories work situationally based on mental state.
>Like if you’re angry when you learn something, the best way to remember that piece of information is to get angry again.
>So now that you’re blasted, you begin to recall something very important...
“Oh shit! I left my wallet on the -couch- that night at Becky’s place.”
>No wait, that wasn’t it...
>Suddenly, memories of last year’s party come flooding back.
>You snatch Pinkie up by her waist and whisper in her ear:
[spoiler]“I want to cum inside.”[/spoiler]
>She giggles. “I thought you’d never ask!”
-
>The two of you break away from the party and retreat back down the familiar hall to Pinkie’s room.
>”I’m so happy you remembered, Non-Non!” She cups her hoof in mock secrecy, “I’ve been really pent up lately.”
>You slump down on Pinkie’s bed as she bustles around her room.
“Yeah that must be... terrible and stuff. Damn your bed is soft.”
>Pinkie digs away in her closet, scattering her assortment of wacky paraphernalia: swim fins, Kanye shades, top hats.
>”And I got to thinking that maybe the next time I make the ‘ol’ whoopie cushion’ it should be super duper extra fun.”
>As if on cue, a flaccid fart noise sounds off from one of Pinkie’s tossed toys.
“Uh huh.”
>You’re still distracted by Pinkie’s plush sheets.
>”And I thought ‘What’s more fun than femdom?’ Am I right?” Pinkie chortles as she produces a length of rope.
“Haha. Whaaat?”
>”Great! Then I’ll take it from here, Nonny.”
 
>In no time, you’re tied up spread-eagle and naked under a latex-clad Pinkie Pie.
>Though you may not be into ponies, there’s more than enough bells ringing along to your domination fetish.
>And something about ponies wearing clothes rubs you the right way.
>Oh right, that something is Pinkie’s hoof at the moment.
>She tenderly strokes your cock with her gloved hoof.
>The rubber of the latex causes smooth but warm friction as she slides it along your member.
“That feels goo-”
>Pinkie presses her hoof against you forcefully, cutting you off and causing your erection to ache. “Did Mistress Pinkie say you could talk, worm?”
>After a few moments of painful silence, she leans down to your ear and whispers gleefully, “You can answer that one, Non-Non.”
>You mutter meekly:
“No.”
>”That’s ‘No, Mistress Pinkie’ to you, worm!” she shouts as she slaps you across the face.
“Yes, Mistress Pinkie.”
>”Good boy,” she coos, alleviating the pressure from her hoof and instead crawling on top of you to straddle your cock.
>The heat from her pussy radiates through your shaft as her dampness cascades around you.
>Slowly, she gyrates her hips, rubbing her moist lips along the entirety of your member.
>”You should feel lucky that I’m even wasting my time on this limp noodle you call a dick,” she berates, trying to stifle a moan.
“Yes, Mistress Pinkie.”
>Her breath becomes shallower and beads of sweat begin to run down her black rubber.
>She presses her body into you harder with each passing thrust.
>Panting, she scowls, ”I bet you even think your sorry cock is worthy of entering me, don’t you?”
>You grit your teeth in pleasure.
“Yes, Mistress Pinkie.”
>”Maybe I’ll let you; if you can convince me with your mouth.”
 
>Leaning over you, Pinkie grabs a nearby collar and leash and fastens it to your neck.
“Please, Mistress Pinkie. Please let me pleasure your perfect pussy with my pitiful cock.”
>She smirks coyly. “Good try, Nonny, but I had something else in mind.”
>Pinkie’s slick muff separates from the tip of your dick, leaving thin strands of mixed love juices desperately attempting to bridge the gap.
>She crawls slowly up your torso, her dripping sex quickly cooling as it drops to your chest, until she presses herself against your chin.
>”Bon appetit,” she grins, tugging against your leash and forcing your mouth against her overflowing mound.
>Your tongue sinks deep into her folds, eagerly working to appease your pink and black captor.
>Her nectar is sweet and you gulp it down in waves as the rest dribbles down your chin.
>Pinkie arches and moans, yanking on your leash and pulling you even deeper into her cascade.
>Your tongue darts around viciously, prodding every inch of Pinkie’s inner wall, driving her frenzied grunts into higher and more frantic octaves.
>Her breathing becomes hitched and you decide to finish her off.
>Having caught onto the rhythm of her undulating, you time yourself and pull Pinkie’s clit into your mouth creating a seal and suckling at it.
>”Yes, Nonny!” she shouts, hips buckling and body quaking, “That’s it! I’m gonna-”
>The floodgates shatter and your chin is met with a deluge of liquid relief.
>Pinkie’s body shudders as it is wracked in orgasm.
>She slides off your face and collapses into a puddle of pleased pony.
>After a moment, you hear a light snoring.
“Umm... Mistress Pinkie...?”
>You struggle lightly against your restraints.
“Mistress Pinkie?”
>Her snoring grows louder.
>Great...
 
>The sound of creaking alerts you to Pinkie’s door.
>”Umm... P-Pinkie Pie?”
>Oh no.
>”I-Is everything alright? I heard-”
>Please. Anyone but...
>”Oh my...”
>Fluttershy stands ogling you from the doorway.
“Great! Now that you’re here you can totally untie me and we can get back to-”
>She starts walking toward you, eyes half-lidded. “It must really be my birthday...”
“No, no, no. Fluttershy, you don’t have to do this. You can just walk away.”
>She scoops a pair of Pinkie’s panties from the floor into her hoof.
“Fluttershy? Flutter-”
>Stuffing them into your mouth, she climbs into bed with you.
-
>And that’s how you ended up spending all night unwillingly:
[spoiler]>Fucking Fluttershy.[/spoiler]