>You get up, stretching your back. Ugh, cleanup after sex sucks. Maybe you should just leave the room to the janitor. But at the very least, make the mares look presentable.
>Looking toward Dash, you see her hair wet with cum. As with Octavia. Vinyl was surprisingly clean. You sigh and grab some toilet paper. Whatever works, right?
>After cleanup, and a post-sex Octavia bitching about her hair, you finally usher the mares out of the bathroom and quickly out the door. Just as you exit, you hear a loud yell from the bathroom.
>Sorry man.
>Suddenly, you burst into laughter and smile.
"Oh, that was amazing."
>Vinyl cracked a smile. "We should do that again sometime.
>Octavia threw a baffled look at Vinyl. "No, we shouldn't! Anon, that was really dumb. It was in a public place and we took up an entire bathroom! Can't we do it somewhere more private?"
>"All I care is that Anon felt better than I thought," Dash grinned. You decide not to remind her of what she did to Octavia.
>"That was not at all how I would have like this to have went down. The first part was pleasant... But I don't think I'm a fan of more than two people involved." Octavia sighed. "Can't do anything now, I suppose."
"Y'know, I'm feeling tired. I'm gonna head home. You all do whatever."
>Dash grins from ear to ear. "I'm going to the bar!" How much stamina does she have? She could go forever!
>"I'm coming with," said Vinyl.
>"I'm in favor of Anon's decision. You two have fun."
 
>You walk into the bar, music blasting in your ears as usual. Dash is beside you and is smiling at the thought of partying tonight.
>"DASHIEEE! This is like the third time in a row! Ohmygosh! Isn't that like a new record? I should put that in a big huge book of records because there's probably a book like that! We should go to Celestia's library in Canterlot or maybe even Twilight's library! She has all sorts of books so maybe she has one like that! Ooh, who's this? You look familiar... Wait don't tell me, uh, Vinyl! Vinyl Scratch!"
"Yeah! Right on Pink!"
>"Woooo! I try to remember everyone so that I can be absolute bestest friends with them! It's a skill of mine. I'm quite proud of it," Pinkie states triumphantly. "Oh hey, mind if I party with you both tonight? My usual friend isn't here so I might as well!"
>"Sure thing Pinkie," Dash says with a grin.
>You walk with Dash over to the bar and order three shots.
>"No no wait, Barry! This one's on me!" Pinkie smiles at you and Dash. "Anything for my best friends!"
>Barry, the, uh, bartender, smiles and goes to get some shots. He comes back with alcohol for the three of you. "This stuff is super strong! It'll make you go 'Wow!' and then it'll do magic stuff and make the world fuzzy and happy!"
"I think I had this before. Maybe when Tavi and I went out?"
>"Scratch, who cares? Come on, get hammered with me," Dash says with a slight chuckle.
"Okay."
>You down the shot with relative ease, a smile drifting to your face already.
"Woah I'm feeling tipsy already..."
>"Super strong stuff, huh?" Dash says.
"Yeah..."
 
>You and Dash get into a competition to see how many shots they could get down.
>"Chug, chug, chug, choo choo!" Pinkie yells.
"Pink, I don't think you c-can chug shots..."
>"Oh. Well I like making that noise. It makes me sound like a train!" You and Dash both look at Pinkie downing shots like it was nothing and realize that you both lost.
>"Scratch, y'know what I always wondered?"
"Whazzat?"
>"How do mares have s-sex?" Dash giggles as if it's a dumb question.
"I dunno... Why don't we go and find out?"
>"Ooh, you're wondering that? I can help! Let's go to the bathroom and do this!" Pinkie shouts with a smile.
>You get onto your hooves and wobble a little bit. Okay, you fell down. Twice. But you sighed with relief as you make your way inside the bathroom. Latching your strap-on to you, you watch as Rainbow Dash is coached in by Pinkie Pie. She walks over to you and assumes the position.
>"Dashie! You can't just instantly start! You don't have any lube, and going in dry hurts! You gotta suck it and spit on it and stuff!"
>You look at Pinkie curiously.
"Why are you coaching us?"
>"Silly, because someone on 4chan wanted me to! And the writer thought, 'Hey, good idea! She needs character development!' And so here we are," Pinkie explains, as if it's common knowledge.
>You brush it off as Dash finishes sucking on the dildo. You didn't even notice her start.
>Dash then turns around and assumes the position again. "Whenever you're ready."
 
>Dash gasps as you shove the strap-on into her, and she instantly starts panting.
>"Vinyllll! You can't just shove it in, you gotta go slow and speed up!"
>You roll your eyes and do as Pinkie directed. Dash starts panting heavily and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. She gazes upward and her stare goes blank, as if in a trance.
>As you speed up, her panting becomes more vigorous. "Okay, Viney, pull out almost all the way. I know what I'm doing." You shrug and pull the dildo back, almost exiting her. You could see some fluid trying to escape from Dash. "Aaaand thrust!"
>You thrust with your hips and cause Dash to scream in pleasure. "Keep going Viney!"
>You do the same thing again, increasing speed with each thrust. Dash moans and pants in rhythm with the thrusts.
>"Okie dokie, now you wanna go shallow and quick, but keep being intense and stuff."
>You attempt to be intense yet shallow and it apparently works. Dash moans loudly as she reaches climax. With one swift movement, you shove the dildo back. Dash cries out in ecstacy and proceeds to orgasm.
>"Nice job Viney! You're a natural!"
"Heh... Thanks Pink."
 
>You don't bother cleaning up due to this stuff happening all the time in clubs. Instead, you clean Dash up.
>"Sc-Scratch..."
"Yeah Dash?"
>"We should go to Anon's. Maybe if I make him breakfast, he might start liking me more."
>"Who's Anon?" Pinkie asks.
"Wanna come with and see?"
>"Do I!"
>The three of you exit the club and walk toward Anon's house. Pinkie is jumping up and down at the thought of meeting someone new. Then again, she's always bouncing.
>You all finally arrive at Anon's house. You quietly enter his house and head toward the couch to sit down and listen to music. You'd probably stay this way for a while.
 
>Looking around, you realize you have no idea how to cook.
"Can't be that hard, right?"
>You are Dash, and right now you're wishing Pinkie was down here to help you.
>"You rang?" She pops her head out from upstairs and looks toward you.
"Yeah Pinkie, do you know how to cook breakfast stuff?"
>She zooms toward you. "Well duh! I know how to make all sorts of things!" She grabs flour, a bowl, a whisk, and some blueberries.
"Okay Dashie, let's try this. So put about 1/2 cup flour in the bowl..."
 
>You wake up to the smell of something.. Burning? Jumping to your feet, you race down the stairs and are greeting surprisingly by Pinkie and Dash freaking out, Dash most of all.
"What the hell is going on?"
>"Dashie wanted to make you pancakes but I accidentally got the recipe wrong! I must've said 5 cups instead of two cups! Oh Dash, I'm so sorry! I didn't--"
"SHH... Please get out."
>"But, Nonny, don't punish Dashie, punish me! I was the one who got the recipe wrong, I'm sorry!"
"Just... Just please clean this up. I'm going to take a shower. I want this cleaned up by the time I get out."
>"Okie dokie lokie!"
>"Sure thing Anon..."
>You sigh and walk back upstairs to the bathroom and undress. Then you turn the water on and hop in when it's warm. You can hear some clattering and crashing downstairs, and you just hope that they're doing what you asked.
>The sounds of cleanup overlap with talking and a loud "PINKIE!" You cringe and hope nothing was broken.
 
>You hop out of the shower and dry yourself off, then head downstairs. You find a note which says the following:
>"Dear Anon, I'm sorry for this morning. That was pretty dumb of me. I was pretty drunk and so was Pinkie. I had to go home and sober up, not sure what Pinkie did because I had to bolt out of there. Hopefully she finished cleaning up. Sorry for the trouble, Anon. Sincerely, Dash."
>You look and the letter and sigh. She needs to find a better pastime besides being horny and/or drunk.
>"Nonny!"
>You jump in surprise and almost smash your head through the ceiling.
"Pinkie! Why are you still here?"
>"B-but Nonny, Ponka is for sexual!"
"Who the fuck is Ponka?!"
>"N-never mind. Anon, I know the stuff you did with Dashie and..."
"You're kidding. I just woke up Pinkie, let me at least get some coffee."
>"Sorry. Go ahead, I'll wait. Twilight said I can't have coffee because I might break more than just the fourth wall."
>Wait what?
"Pinkie, what are you talking about? This is reality. Real life."
>"Silly Nonny! No it isn't. It's a fanfic!" You grumble as you prepare the coffee.
>"We're being written by this guy called Blitz! I mean usually we're a cartoon but right now we only exist in text and in the imagination of the readers."
"Pinkie, please be quiet. I'd rather not question my existance so early in the morning."
>"Sorry!" She cracks a smile and squeaks.
>Wait, she what? No, never mind. You've decided to stop questioning her. But you vaguely remember a Twilight character mentioned in her rambling... Who was that?
 
>You grab the freshly made coffee and walk toward the couch.
"Who was this Twilight you mentioned?"
>"Oh, that's one of my bestest friends! She's really into books and stuff, but I'm not really into that stuff. She's super smart though and she runs a library!" Pinkie smiles at you.
"Oh?" You say, mildly interested, as you sit down on the couch.
>"MNGF!"
>You jump off the couch in surprise as you look back to see that you accidentally sat on Vinyl's face.
"Shit! I'm sorry Vinyl, honest mistake. Wait, why are you here?"
>"Ugh, my face. Well, I followed Dash here and apparently passed out... Can I get some juice or something?"
>You sigh and walk to the fridge. You lazily grab the carton and walk on back to find Pinkie retreating her lips from Vinyl's. Are all these mares horny?
>"I knew it, you taste like energy drink!"
>"P-Pink, c'mon, stop."
"PINKIE! You can't just kiss random mares! That's not acceptable in the slightest!"
>"B-but I've been curious, and I was right!" Pinkie grins at you. The only thing you can do is shake your head and sigh.
>You hand Vinyl the juice carton and sit down as she sits up to drink it.
>"Thanks, hangover." Hey, wait a minute.
"Pinkie, why aren't you hungover?"
 
>"Yeah, why aren't you feeling like crap?"
>"I, that is, uh..."
"Pinkie..."
>You look at her with a glare. She seems to stress under the pressure and finally gives way.
>"Okay! I never drink alcohol! It's just apple cider! That's why I offered to pay for the shots... I've never actually drank alcohol before, and I'm afraid to. My dad used to drink and it wasn't very pretty..."
"Oh. I'm sorry Pinkie. At least you aren't getting wasted and doing stupid stuff."
>You sink into the couch, sighing.
"So... What'd you three do last night? I assume it was the two of you with Dash."
>"Yupperooni! We got really drunk--well, they did--and then we went into the bathroom and--Mnnf!" Vinyl quickly slapped a hoof over Pinkie's mouth. "Let's not talk about that, okay Pinks?"
>"Mhmm!" She nods. It gets you slightly curious but you decide it's probably not anything absolutely devastating. Well, at least you learned to go to Pinkie for gossip. It seems she'll spill pretty much anything.