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# Pinkie Pie is Your Penis

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1. >December 2, 2012
2. >The ponies here are friendly, inviting.
3. >Accepting.
4. >You hate this.
5. >They were cheery all the time, they here happy at all hours of the day.
6. >They were even able to engage in elaborate, highly choreographed dance numbers on a whim.
7. >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.
8. >You weren't really paying attention.
9. >Hopefully this place will get less fucking dumb in the coming months.
11. >December 22, 2012
12. >You had friends now.
13. >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.
14. >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.
15. >Well...
16. >...all except one.
17. >Pinkie Pie.
18. >She was... insufferable.
19. >Always nagging you about sugary confections, always prattling on about parties, and confetti, and streamers and balloons.
20. >She even had the nerve to change your boxers into jelly beans one time.
21. >You knew that she would be the only pony in this god forsaken place that you would come to despise...
23. >January 12, 2013
24. >Twilight wants you to assist her with some sort of magic spell.
25. >Not that big of a deal, you helped out all the time.
26. >You're sure it'll be a breeze.
28. >January 13, 2013
29. >DISASTER.
30. >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.
31. >When the smoke had cleared, you had found that Pinkie was nowhere to be found.
32. >This would normally have been a good thing, but then you felt a stirring.
33. >In your loins.
34. >To your horror, your phallus, your BEST of best friends, was now being "possessed" by Pinkie Pie.
35. >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.
36. >Twilight doesn't believe you. She thinks she poofed Pinkie somewhere else.
37. >No one believes that Pinkie Pie is your penis.
38. >Pinkie laughs at your misery in your mind, going on and on about the possibilities of preforming practical penis parties.
39. >This... was hell.
41. >January 25, 2013
42. >Parties.
43. >Cakes.
44. >Methods of making one's mane "Super Poofy"
45. >This is all she talks about.
46. >Every day.
47. >Every hour.
48. >She insists you cover your penis in clown makeup from time to time.
49. >She wants you to name it "Mister Smiley."
50. >You do not want to name it "Mister Smiley."
51. >Suicide attempts are unsuccessful.
53. >February 1, 2013
54. >You've learned of a holiday.
55. >Hearts and Hooves was what it was called, apparently.
56. >It's basically the pony equivalent of Valentine's day.
57. >Then you got an idea. An awful idea. You got a wonderful, *awful* idea...
58. >You would have Spike send a letter.
60. >February 6, 2013
61. >Phase one is complete.
62. >You would be meeting with royalty soon.
63. >Deciding to be devious, you let Pinkie know that you were going to meet with the princesses.
64. >She overjoyed.
65. >Good.
66. >Let her be happy.
67. >You would enjoy snuffing that out.
69. >January 8th, 2013
70. >The royal sisters are humbled at your manners and politeness.
71. >They asked you about your world, your customs, etc.
72. >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.
73. >Luna.
74. >She was a quiet one, slightly cautious as well.
75. >She would be your tool of vengeance.
76. >Pinkie keeps telling you to whip your dick out and spin it like a helicopter in Celestia's face.
77. >"It'll be funny" she says.
78. >You refuse.
79. >The dick would be reserved for a more... enticing moment.
81. >February 8, 2013
82. >She's becoming more used to your presence.
83. >Long walks through the courtyard, nights on the roof of the castle, you did all you could to gain Luna's trust.
84. >Soon you planned on winning her affection.
85. >Pinkie makes your penis do the worm inside your pants for a total of five hours.
86. >She called it the "Mess Around."
87. >Revenge would be sweet.
89. >February 10, 2013
90. >Phase 2 was complete.
91. >Under the light of stars and to the sound of slow, soft music, you secured Princess Luna's affections.
92. >It was her first kiss, apparently.
93. >Cute.
94. >You ask Luna to be your special somepony.
95. >She accepts.
96. >Good.
98. >February 14, 2013
99. >This was it.
100. >The day of reckoning.
101. >Vengeance for the days and weeks of "Slap your cock on that cake! No, really! It would be so fun! Do it!"
102. >Revenge for the time Pinkie made your schlong do the tango at the local pool.
103. >Justice for how she once tied it in a KNOT.
104. >You would make her pay, and you would do it by deflowering a mare that loved you.
105. >Sometimes life looked upon you and smiled, even if your penis was haunted by a nagging cunt of a mare.
107. >6:14 PM
108. >You meet with the princess in the castle.
109. >She looks divine, wearing a wonderfully gorgeous gown that compliments her appearance.
110. >You give her the flowers your purchased.
111. >She's overjoyed.
113. >7:02 PM
114. >Dinner is delicious.
115. >You have a simple meal of greens and fruits, as does Luna.
116. >Pinkie wants you to peel a potato with your balls.
117. >She even makes them bounce in your pants.
118. >Hiding your discomfort is difficult, but Luna is none the wiser.
119. >Soon.
120. >Soon.
122. >8:18 PM
123. >A ball is held for the ponies of Canterlot.
124. >You and Luna attend, the princess asking you to a dance.
125. >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.
126. >Attempts to conceal the movement are futile.
127. >Luna notices.
128. >You think your plans are foiled for a moment.
129. >The blush and small smirk on Luna's face tells you otherwise.
130. >Pinkie may have just secured her own demise.
132. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YekncNouZZA
134. >10:07 PM
135. >VENGEANCE
136. >IS
137. >YOURS
138. >Minutes ago you and Luna had clumsily stumbled into her quarters, already engaged in deep, passionate kisses.
139. >"Rub your cock on her drapes!" Pinkie said to you.
140. >You ignored it, preparing Luna for the night of her life.
141. >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.
142. >Falling for your ruse, she hardened herself.
143. >Fool.
144. >And now?
145. >You were currently balls deep in the darkest reaches of Princess Luna's butt.
146. >Was she surprised?
147. >Yup.
148. >Was she loving it?
149. >Yup.
150. >And Pinkie Pie?
151. >She was screaming in horror at the top of her lungs inside your head.
152. >She pleaded you to stop.
153. >You relished her agony, only making you harder like a diamond in a snowstorm.
154. >Oh.
155. >Oh god she was crying.
156. >Pinkie Pie was crying in your mind.
157. >For the first time in months, you feel joy and happiness.
158. >Yours is an evil laugh, as you thrust on home to the lamentations of Luna and the agony of Pinkie Pie.
160. 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.