Prince blueblood cantered though his mansion cautiously, peeking around each corner he made to make sure nopony was there. He was so afraid that those ruffians would find him, and even more so that they would try to touch him. The nerve of those ruffians! Especially that mare with the purple mane... what a foul witch she was. All he ever did was show her his superiority and she goes and calls him names and spats cake on him.

Though he knew in his mind it might be a little bit important to tell them the identity of the one they should find, deep down he knew he really didn't care. It was their problem, not his, so why should it matter to him? Besides, the one who could help the princesses and their whatever molesting problems was such a beast. He knew that his aunties would throw a fit if they saw him talking about it.

Either way, he knew his mission; to stay away from the meager peasants until they gave up and left, and then put out a warrant for their arrests. It was so simple, and quite cunning as well. One of his favorite places to hide was in the gardens out the back door, so he made his way to that location. His plan B would be locking himself in a closet, but those were often dirty and undesirable.

After passing though multiple hallways and going through a few rooms, he came upon a large open area. Before him was a balcony that he was about to step onto, confirming his suspicions that he was indeed on the second floor. There were also 2 sets of curvy stairs equally spaced on the balcony that led to the first, second, third, and fourth floors. Beyond that was the garden viewing area, a largely open floor with extraordinarily large glass windows for viewing the garden outside.

Blueblood smiled triumphantly, knowing that nothing could stop him now. As he made his way to the door, he was about to push it open when he suddenly heard a loud pang against the window. Looking to the left, he immediately jumped back in surprise and landed on his rum, his mouth agape and eyes wide.

Scribble scribble, “Blueblood!” Scripter Scratch yelled beyond the window with his hooves planted against it. “You have to help, the princesses have gone insane!”

“They have?” He asked, his mouth gaping wider. Were the peasants right after all?

Scripter got himself off of the window and let himself in through the back door, stopping in front of Blueblood to resume writing on his paper. “Yes, they have. They appear to have somehow become sex-crazed deviants who want to get into bed with all the castle staff, and more!”

Blueblood froze for a few moments, his face twisting into one that could only convey confusion. And for a brief moment, his eyes seemed to derp ever so slightly.

Scribble, “Uh, Blublood?”

“Huh? Oh, yes, right! Umm... oh manure,” Blueblood sighed as he stood back up on his hooves. “This is not going to end well.”

“Scribble scribble, “You're dang right it's not! I have no clue how to get some sense into the princesses, and judging by your reaction it seems you don't either.”

“No, well,” Blueblood paused, biting his lip as he peered left and right. “Scripter, my old friend, you do know that sometimes we members of the royal family keep royal secrets... right?”

Scribble,” uh-huh... yes, I figured as much.”

“Well, I happen to know a certain one that might aid us in our venue to return the princesses back to normal.”

Scribble scribble! “Aha! Blueblood, you never fail to amaze me!” Scripter paused for a moment, scribbling a bit more on his paper before continuing. “Wait, then why is this not going to end well?”

“Because,” Blueblood spat as he glared towards the rest of the library. “This means that we are going to have to actually converse with a few of the peasants currently loose inside the library.” He shuddered for a moment, closing his eyes as well in an attempt to try to think of something nicer, something more about himself.

“Huh?” Scripter blinked. Scribble, “what do you mean?”

Blueblood sighed again, tossing his mane back before continuing. “There was a group of ruffians that approached my establishment earlier, and though I did my best to stave them off, they claimed they had to do something about my aunties being corrupted somehow. At first I did not believe them, figuring their cynical ways were true, but with what you have told me... there may be some truth in their words after all.”

Scribble scribble, “Oh, this is lucky indeed then! Please, where are these ponies? The more we have to group up and face this crisis, the better!”

“Yes, well, I guess you're right, but-”

Scribble scribble, “well c'mon then Mr. Blueblood!” Scripter Scratch said as he began towards the interior of the building. “You said they were somewhere inside the building, yes? Well let's find them then!”

“Ugh... I have a very bad feeling about this.” Blueblood groaned as he reluctantly followed behind Scripter.

“Uhh... are you sure this is safe Ms. Pie?” Snizzor asked as he watched the crazy pink party pony stuffing an unncecessary amount of cupcake pans filled to the brim with batter into the oven.

“Of course it's safe!” she replied after stuffing the fifteenth pan into the large oven ad closing the door. “I need more ammunition for my cupcake cannon anyways, so this is a good opportunity to make some. Oh, that reminds me, are there any streamers or confetti around here?”

“Uh...” He looked around, raising an eyebrow as he did. “No, I don't think there are. But uh, shouldn't we be like, ya know, trying to get out of here and stuff?”

Pinkie froze for a moment, blinking a couple of times before finally continuing in what she was doing, which was rummaging through a closet. “Oh yes! That is a great idea, but first we gotta prepare!” she suddenly pulled out a frosting dispenser, holding it up into the air as she stood on her hind legs. “Be prepaaaaaared~!”

“Uh, yeah, be prepared, right! …Prepared for what exactly?

“For the death of the king!”

“for WHAT!?” Snizzor recoiled as his eyes opened in shock.

“Oh! Um, I mean,” Pinkie fumbled wither her words for a couple moments before continuing. “I uh, well ya know we just gotta make sure if we run into Twilight that we're ready for whatever might be thrown at us. I mean, who knows! She might actually end up being right behind another door right now!”

Knock knock knock.

“AH!” Both of the ponies screamed as they heard knocking from one of the doors to the kitchen. Instantly, Pinkie Pie reached for Snizzor and held him in front of her facing the door as she shook in fear.

“Wah!? P-Pinkie!” Snizzer cried as he tried to wiggle free. “Let me go, don't make me face her first!”

“But you're supposed to be rescuing me!” Pinkie claimed as she kept him held in place. “So here's your chance, yay, right?”

“But I don't wanna be molested!” Snizzor cried as he wiggled more. Seeing no other option, he began screaming out at the top of his lungs. “SNAILZIOR! HELP! HELP SNIZZOR!”

“I'M COMING SNIZZOR!” said a voice just on the other side of the door that was being knocked on just before it burst open. There Snailzior appeared, running haphazardly towards his friend, tripping just before reaching him and tumbling into the two. They all collapsed onto the ground in a jumped mess, their heads swaying side to side as confusion passed through them for a brief few seconds.

“Uhhh... what happened?” Snailzior asked after shaking his head.

“Snailzior!” Snizzor gasped happily. “You came!”

“Yay! I came!” Snailzor cheered as he was hugged by Snizzor, the two embracing each other in a friendly hug.

“Wait a second,” Pinkie spoke up. “Why would you knock on a door like that when you're already in somepony's house?”

“Uh, my mom told me I should always knock before walking through closed doors,” he replied with a shrug, earning a confused look from Pinkie Pie.

“Well... oki doki loki then...” Pinkie shrugged as well, and then returned to grinning happily as she watched her cupcakes cook in the oven.

As Pinkie Pie went about her baking business, the two colts wandered over to an open pantry that Pinkie had used to get some ingredients out of. Snailzior quickly began sniffing and rummaging through the shelves, hoping to find something to munch on.

“Are you sure it's a good idea to be looking for food at a time like this?” Snizzor asked.

“Yeah, I'm starving man. And I really hope they got candy in here,” he pushed aside some random boxes and closed tubs, assuming they were simply just more plain baking ingredients.

“Candy does sound pretty good!” Snizzor agreed. “I haven't had candy since I finished off my stash from Nightmare Night.”

“Heheh, yeah,” Snailzor smiled as he lifted up his head and began singing. “Nightmare night, what a fright, give me something sweet to bite!”

“Mm,” Snizzor sniffed through the cabinet, his ears perking up after a few seconds. “Ooh, there's something really good smelling in there, I know it! We just gotta find it!”

“I wonder what it is,” Snailzor said as he pushed aside some more random containers.

“I bet it's lollipops!” Snizzor offered.

“Or maybe some cake!” Snailzior said.

“Or perhaps candy canes!” Snizzor suggested.

“Or how about some candy corn!” Snailzior's mouth watered a bit.

“Or maybe even candy vag!” Twilight's mouth watered a bit as well.

“Yeah! Or even-” Snizzor froze, not expecting a feminine voice to suddenly pop up. Especially one that sounded like...

“AAH! IT'S TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” Pinkie Pie suddenly screamed from the other side of the kitchen.

“WAAH!” Snizzor and Snailzor yelled in surprise as they turned around, seeing Twilight right behind them with a big, goofy grin, looking through the pantry for herself.

“H-how, how did she get in here!?” Snizzor thought out loud as he shook with fear.

“Oh, that's simple!” Twilight announced proudly. “I simply had to follow this mare-do-well wannabe character who looks like a baby giraffe until I found where more of you were, and just look where that's led me.” She pointed a hoof over to Pinkie Pie, who was violently twitching as she sat on the ground.

“RUN!” Snizzor suddenly shouted as he bolted for the door. “She's gonna molest us!”

“Aaaaahh!” Snailzior cried as he followed behind Snizzor, the two of them leaving the kitchen area with Twilight's magic shutting and locking the door behind them.

“Well, that worked better than expected,” Twilight nodded with a proud smile before turning her attention to Pinkie Pie, noticing her still vibrating in place. “Uh... Pinkie?”

“AH!” Pinkie yelped, diving into a small cupboard door in a desperate attempt to get away, but her inability to fit in the furniture all the way left her back hooves kicking out frantically as they hung in the air.

Twilight sighed gently and approached her friend, using her magic to grab onto the frightened part pony and bring her out of there. Pinkie twitched sporadically as she continued to try to get away, moving her arms and legs and head in every direction in a vain attempt to break free of Twilight's spell. But nothing worked, and she was quickly brought before the lavender mare with her body laid down in an oddly comfortable sideways position on the floor.

“Pinkie...” Twilight started, but her words didn't seem to get to the deranged mare.

“AAH! SHE'S GONNA GET ME! HELP! SOMEPONY HELP!”

“Pinkie,” Twilight's voice raised some as she glared at her friend.

“I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT! I ALREADY GOT THE BAD TOUCH ONCE AND NOW IT'S GONNA HAPPEN AGAIN!”

“Pinkie!”

“THIS IS JUST LIKE THAT ONE TIME IN FILLY SUMMER CAMP WITH SURPRISE, WAAAAHH!”

“PINKIE!” Twilight screamed, finally gaining her friend's attention as Pinkie stopped crying out in terror for a moment to listen to her. She sighed again, regaining her composure before continuing in a much softer tone. “Pinkie Pie, please, I'm not going to hurt you.”

“Yes you are!” Pinkie whimpered pitifully as tears swelled in her eyes. “You're going to touch me and make the bad party come back and it may not hurt me on the outside but it hurts me on the inside and-”

“No, Pinkie, I'm not going to molest you!” Twilight almost yelled at her, but kept her voice just a couple clicks below that. “Listen, please... I just want to help you.”

“H-help me...?” Pinkie blinked a few times, the tears halting in place as she looked at her friend in confusion.

“Yes, Pinkie... I'm only here to help you,” Twilight said calmly as she added in a smile.

“But... how?” Pinkie cocked her head to the side as her tears slowly began to recede.

“Listen, I need to bring perfect harmony to us, and to the rest of our friends too, so that we can become complete. I've already convinced Fluttershy that I'm not lying, and she really seemed to-”

“You got Fluttershy already!?” Pinkie began to squirm a bit against her magical restraints, but Twilight held firm.

“No, Pinkie! Please, listen to me...” She moved herself closer, sitting next to her friend as she let of go the magical field keeping Pinkie Pie in place. “I just want to help make us better friends. We're already so close... let's finish making our friendship more wonderful than anything in the world.”

“So, you're not going to hurt me?” Pinkie asked hesitantly putting on her best pleading eyes she could muster. Had Twilight been a lesser pony, her heart would have melted and a year-long coma would have quickly followed. But Twilight retained her composure, and simply nodded in return before continuing.

“I promise, I will never do anything to intentionally bring any sort of harm to you.”

“Do you Pinkie Promise?” Pinkie's eyes narrowed as she stared suspiciously at Twilight, almost as if she expected her to hesitate, or even say no. But twilight did none of that. She quickly sat up straight and went through the motions of the Pinkie Pie Swear.

“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“...Well... uh...” Pinkie hesitated, but she slowly turned her frown into a weak smile. “I, I guess that kinda settles then... right?”

“Of course,” Twilight nodded and leaned her face closer. “And don't you worry, just like with Fluttershy, I will be gentle to show you just how amazing this can really be,” And with that, Twilight planted a soft, careful kiss on Pinkie's lips.

“W-w-wait a minute!” Pinkie jumped back, her eyes wide as dinner plates. “You said you weren't going to molest me!”

“I'm not,” Twilight replied. “You gotta trust me here, the only way to bring perfect harmony is with the full bonding of body, soul, and mind... mainly the body part in this though,” Twilight blushed a bit as she trailed off. “Though I'm telling you, I did the same thing with Fluttershy, and she couldn't be happier.”

“But, but it all seems so weird, and it makes my tummy feel funny...”

“Relax Pinkie,” Twilight said in her soothing voice as she once again approached her friend. Pinkie was about to voice an opposition, but Twilight stuck a hoof into her mouth to silence her. “Just remember, I pinkie promised never to hurt you... okay?”

Pinkie's eyes glittered as she muffled an “okay” through Twilight's hoof before finally sitting back calmly onto the floor. Satisfied with that, Twilight leaned in again, and planted another kiss on the pink pony's lips. Pinkie tried to pull away at first, but stopped herself as she started to feel a little... happier. The weird tingling in her tummy was still there, but there was also a really nice and happy feeling spreading through her. Eventually she actually allowed herself to accept the kiss fully, and even return it a bit in experimentation, and that only made her feel even better.

Twilight on the other hand found herself in a great amount of surprise. She had sometimes wondered if Pinkie's desire to eat so many sweets would actually make her taste like candy and pastries, but she never expected that she actually would end up tasting like it! Her lips felt soft and plush like that of a muffin and tasted sweet and tingly like the frosting on a cupcake. She allowed her tongue to explore, pushing past the sweet lips and into her mouth, immediately finding a world of delectable treats inside.

The taste was so sweet it almost made her rear back in surprise, but she didn't she kept pressing in as she felt Pinkie allow her further entry. Though Pinkie's eyes had closed at the start of the kiss, Twilight could tell she was starting to enjoy it, especially by the heavy flush of red on her cheeks. Their tongues mangled together, slipping and sliding around as their lips mashed together more forcefully. Twilight could feel Pinkie's breathing pick up, getting faster and heavier as she began to lose herself.

But Twilight didn't want to stop there, she pushed herself against her friend, pressing their bodies together as Pinkie laid on her back with Twilight getting on top of her. Their bodies pressed together, sliding and grinding against each others as their kissing turned into full on making out. Their kisses got hot and sloppy, with many little moans coming from both of them over and over again. But before Twilight simply went straight to full sex, she decided that something special would need to be done for her friend. After all... this was a big achievement she was about to make.

She broke away from Pinkie Pie's lips, making her look confused and disappointed for a few moments as Twilight focused back over to the still opened pantry, grabbing a hold of a few items she remembered spotting earlier with her magic. She pulled out several tubs and proceeded to mix them together in a bowl she also pulled out onto the counter, all while still using her body to slowly pulse against her friend's. When she finished, she poured the contents of the bowl into a plastic bag, and stuck the bag inside of a very familiar looking nozzle. Pinkie gasped as she watch the device float over with a sultry smirk on Twilight's face.

“It that...?” Pinkie awestruck to bring out the rest of the words.

“Yes, it is,” Twilight said as she squeezed on the plastic bag a little with her magic, and then licked off some of the frosting that came out of the frosting dispenser nozzle. “Now, how about you give me something sweet to bite?”

Pinkie couldn't help but giggle a bit at her friend, but then nodded excitedly at Twilight's idea. Twilight then sat up, towering over her friend as she slowly poured a single line of frosting down Pinkie Pie's belly, from the bottom of her chest down to the the top of her abdominal area. She leaned down after, slowly lapping up the frosting from the bottom up, slurping loudly as she went. Pinkie giggled more, and then began laughing at the tickling feeling she got. That only fueled Twilight's desire to keep going, and spread the line further going all the way up to Pinkie's lips. After licking and eventually kissing up her neck and chin, Twilight added one more spray of frosting onto Pinkie's lips. She licked it slowly, almost teasingly at first, but then let herself eat at it hungrily as Pinkie also joined in to lick it up, the two caught in an erotic mix of kissing and eating frosting. Their bodies pressed together again, and Twilight arched her back in a way that allowed her rapidly moistening passion to begin grinding against Pinkie's.

At first Pinkie seemed a bit surprised, but quickly allowed it, and even began returning the motions as they continued on. Their hips pushed and rolled against each others, their lower lips becoming increasingly more and more wet as time progressed. All the while their moans got louder, their kissing got deeper, and their bodies got hotter. Pinkie already seemed to be lost in her own euphoric world, overwhelmed by the pleasant sensations while her mouth tingled with the taste of frosting and Twilight's slippery tongue. But even still, Twilight wanted more, she wanted to push the envelope even farther still.

She raised up her belly for a few seconds as her magic sprayed more frosting in between them, coating their midsections in the gooey cream before they continued grinding into the sugary mess. But still Twilight wanted more, she wanted to really feel how sweet of a confection she could make. She pushed the dispenser back and angled its nozzle and bag just right, and then, with an extra high buck of her hips, Twilight inserted the tip in between Pinkie's lips as she planted her own around the end twisted end of the bag.

The result was instant. Frosting pushed little by little into Pinkie's wet interior, making her cry out in ecstasy as her craziest confectionery fantasy had just been fulfilled. More and more sugary cream piled in as they bucked together, and Twilight felt her own amount of stimulation from her pussy pounding roughly into the smooth, and recently made slippy bag with each motion of their bodies. Their bodies were so hot and moist, it was like they were caught in an oven filled with pastry delights and being baked themselves. But they kept going, unable to stop or slow down as their bodies demanded more stimulation, more passion from the two from super sugary sex.

But like all great things, their time together came to an end, only in a most glorious way. With a few final thrusts, Pinkie broke away from Twilight's mouth as she gasped out loudly, hey eyes opening as wide as they could as she felt herself releasing her juices in an amazing orgasm. Her juices pushed out the frosting inside of her, coating her and Twilight's legs in a mix of slipper sweet cum. Twilight also found herself climaxing, pressing down on the bag hard enough to force the twisted end inside of her to open up, releasing some frosting into her own self before it got forcefully pushed back out from her wave of cum.

Pinkie's body fell limp as her tongue hung out of the side of her mouth, her chest rising and falling in exaggerated amounts from her heavy breathing. She couldn't help herself then, with the last bits of her orgasm passing her body crashed, sending her eyes closing quickly as the need for sleep began to take over her brain.

“Wowy zowy...” Pinkie gasped through her breaths as she felt herself drifting off. “That... was the best party... ever...” And just like that, the party pony was out like a light, resting soundly on the floor of the kitchen covered in sweat, frosting, and other juices.

Twilight slowly got to her hooves, able to beat back the need to rest using her own willpower. She would have loved to stay and rest against Pinkie Pie, but she knew she couldn't delay that long. She was on a mission, and she had just completed her second objective of that mission. After whipping up a quick spell to dispel herself of the frosting and unnecessary bodily fluids, she took a moment to let her body recover as she looked around the room. It was just at that point that her nose caught whiff of something, and she followed the scent straight over to an oven with a glass viewing panel on the door. As she looked inside, she smiled with delight at the scene.

“Ooh, cupcakes!”

“So let Trixie get this straight,” she began as she continued walking down a random hallway beside the recently unmasked dragon. “You are Twilight Sparkle's dragon assistant, been with her since the day she hatched you, and now you're here with a bunch of your little foal friends to try and save the other five ponies I was with from Twilight and the princesses?”

“And save Twilight herself from the princesses,” Spike added.

“Are you even old enough to breath fire yet?”

“Yes, I am!” Spike huffed as he crossed his arms.

“Oh really?” Trixie smirked and raised an eyebrow. “How big is your fireball then?”

“W-well, uh,” Spike was suddenly reminded of his experience with those other teenage dragons. “Big enough, okay? Just drop that will ya? I've lived with Twilight all my life, so I know her the best out of everypony, and I know what I'm doing.”

“Fine, Trixie will let that subject go, for now at least...” she trailed off as they rounded a corner, and immediately spotted somepony down the hall staring straight at them. “Hey, who is that?'

“Uh, I dunno,” Spike admitted as the two of them stopped and watched the pony approach them quickly. “But I think we're about to find out.

As the pony approached, they noticed him galloping on three legs while the third held a notebook with a pencil held by the mouth rapidly scribbling on it.

Scribble Scribble, “Hey, you two! I need your help!”

End part 4

P.S. +3 Internets to those who recognized the lion king reference!