Twilight paced her basement nervously. A glance at the clock on her cell phone told her it had been 58 minutes since Pinkie’d begun counting; Any minute now, she could come bursting down those stairs to find her.

This was exciting. Her heart rate had been elevated since the moment she left the kitchen, though by now it had calmed a little, the initial rush having mostly worn off.

Another glance at the clock. 59 minutes. One to go.

Twilight pulled the chair out from her desk and placed it against the wall and took a seat. Even though it was pretty dark down here without the lights on, there was enough illumination to see vague shapes coming from the various vials of glowing liquid from her experiments down here.

Twilight eyed the door. Would Pinkie come look in the basement? The choice to keep the lights off had been a strategic one, after all; Perhaps if she saw no light coming under the door, she’d assume nobody was down here, and move on.

Bong. Bong.

The Ponyville Clocktower. It had been an hour.

Twilight felt her heart rate begin to climb again as she watched the door. She was officially in danger, now, of…

… Of losing her penis.

Twilight laughed at the thought. This was, with out a doubt in her mind, the silliest thing she’d ever been involved in.

Pinkie was right, though; It did seem kind of fun. There was a certain primal thrill that went with being hunted or chased, hence the popularity of games like tag, or manhunt. This was like that, but with sex… So even if she lost, she kind of won anyway.

That was comforting.

“Hey Twilight, whatcha doin’?”

“Nothing, Pinkie, I’m just hi – PINKIE!?” Twilight sprang out of her seat and looked where the voice had come from. It was still dark, but she could see the outline of her friend standing off to the side of the room, leaning against the wall.

“You’re just hipinkie? That doesn’t make any sense,” Pinkie said.

Twilight looked back to the door; It was still closed. “How’d you get down here?”

Pinkie giggled. “Twilight, we’ve been friends for years, and you’re still asking questions like that?”

“... Right. Well, stay back, okay? You’re not gonna…”

Twilight stopped mid sentence as she thought about what she was about to say.

This really was stupid. And silly. And kind of offensive that Pinkie would have forced it on her friends without asking first. And really, really stupid.

… But to hell with it. “You’re not gonna take my penis!”

Twilight realized the silliest part of that statement was that she didn’t even particularly want to have a penis. If some random person on the street had walked up to her and asked ‘Hey Twilight, how would you like to have a penis for a while?’ she would have happily said ‘No thank you, sir or madam, I’m quite happy without one, thanks.’

She guessed it was just the drama of the game getting in her head.

“That’s okay, Twi, I’m not gonna do anything to you yet.”

Twilight frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Can I turn on the light?” Pinkie asked.

“... Sure,” Twilight said cautiously.

Pinkie flicked on the lightswitch and Twilight saw her there, still leaning against the wall. She’d half expected her to already be naked, and that letting her turn on the light would have been part of some sort of trap to give her an erection before she could do anything about it, but to her surprise she still had on her blue tanktop and frilly yellow skirt that was just short enough to be able to see the very bottom of her pristine white panties peeking out from…

… Perhaps she didn’t need to be naked to spring a trap, actually. Twilight averted her eyes and blushed.

“I’ve got a proposition for you, actually,” Pinkie said.

Twilight laughed. “I think we blew way past propositions when you tricked us all into eating magical boner-giving muffins and enrolled us in a game of sexual hide and seek.”

“Okay, that’s fair, but I mean a new proposition.”

Twilight paused. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

Pinkie grinned. “That’s what I like about you, Twi. You’re always willing to hear somebody out. You’ve got a second chair down here, right?”

“Yeah,” Twilight said, not sure where this was going.

“Okay. So why don’t we sit down and have a chat, for just ten minutes. If you still don’t want to have sex with me by then, I’ll leave you alone until morning. Sound good?”

Twilight laughed. “Yeah, right! How do I know you’ll keep your word?”

Pinkie shrugged. “It’s a game of wits, Twi. A battle of wills. But if that’s not good enough, I’ll Pinkie Promise it.”

Twilight bit her finger as she thought about this. One ten minute conversation, and she would win, instead of an entire night of running and hiding?

… That was definitely a trap.

“I know you’re up to something, Pinkie,” Twilight said. “I don’t trust you.”

“Well, I can Pinkie Promise other stuff, too,” Pinkie said. “What would your terms be?”

Twilight gave it some thought. “We both stay seated the whole time.”

“Done,” Pinkie said.

“... You don’t start playing with yourself, or anything like that.”

“Done,” Pinkie said.

“... You keep your clothes on,” she said.

“Okie Dokie, but only if you take yours off?” Pinkie fluttered her eyelashes.

Twilight frowned. “Why? What’s your angle?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be much of a battle of wits, now would it?”

“... Fine,” Twilight agreed.

"Anything else?"

“... No?”

“Okie dokie lokie! I’ll even throw in that I won’t kiss you.”

Twilight knitted her brows. “What? How would you without getting up?”

Pinkie laughed. “Come on, Twilight. This is me. We both know I could find a way.”

“... Alright. Promise it, then.”

“Cross my  heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, I will not take off my clothes, get up from my seat, or start playing with myself or anything or kiss you.”

Twilight couldn’t help but think she was forgetting something, but that did seem to have all her bases covered… didn’t it?

“Okay,” Twilight mumbled.

“Great! Let’s get started,” Pinkie cheered.

Twilight nodded and slowly started pulling her sweater off over her head. The basement was a little cold, but it wasn’t too bad. She folded her sweater and placed it on the desk, then unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell slightly without its support, and the cold air striking her nipples caused them to immediately stand to attention.

She noticed Pinkie watching her with unrestrained glee and blushed. “Uh… Some privacy?”

Pinkie giggled and turned around. “Sure, privacy, because it’s not like I’ve seen everything you’ve got 100 times before.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “No longer everything. And thanks for that, by the way,” she added.

“You’re welcome,” Pinkie chirped, and Twilight had to wonder if she’d even picked up on the sarcasm.

But whatever, she was done folding her pants now, and slipped her panties down off her legs with ease, placing them on top of the now completed pile of clothing on the desk.

“We’re starting at 10:10. You choose your seat first,” Pinkie said, pulling the second chair across the from the first.

Twilight glanced between the two chairs for a moment. There had to be something she was missing. Some way Pinkie was planning to trick her, but what was it?

Unable to see any advantage that could come based on essentially identical wooden chairs, Twilight chose the one by the wall and sat down.

“Alright, now you sit down,” Twilight said.

Pinkie licked her lips. “Gladly,” she said, and started walking over to Twilight.

“Hey!” Twilight said. “What are you doing?”

Pinkie turned around as she got to Twilight’s chair and abruptly plopped her rump down in her lap.

“I never said I’d sit in a different chair,” she sang.

“This is cheating!” Twilight shifted her legs as if to stand up.

“No it’s not,” Pinkie said, “but if you stand up the deal is off.”

Twilight thought about this and groaned. “I knew this was a trick,” she said, and slumped back in the chair.

“It’s alright Twi, you made me make some really good promises. I mean, I’m sure you can make it ten measly minutes with me sitting on your lap.”

Twilight thought about this as she stared menacingly at the back of Pinkie’s head, who was humming softly and tapping her hands on her knees.

In a way though, Pinkie was right; Sitting on a pony’s lap wasn’t a particularly erotic action, and while the warmth and pressure of Pinkie’s rump pressing down on her groin was certainly pleasant, it wasn’t exactly the sexiest thing she could imagine. Thankfully her penis had gotten trapped between her legs when she aborted standing up, so it wasn’t even touching Pinkie’s ass. As long as Pinkie just sat there and hummed, and if she didn’t move too much, she’d be fine.

“Frottage is a funny word,” Pinkie said.

Twilight coughed. “What?”

“You know, frottage? It’s what ‘dry humping’ is slang for, more or less.”

Twilight bit her lip. This was fine.

“Yeah, it’s a funny word,” she agreed.

Twilight sucked in air as she felt Pinkie shifting her weight back and forth, no doubt hoping to pin her penis against her legs, or better yet, in between her cheeks. The joke was on her, though, because her penis was out of reach, and totally flac–

… Actually, she could feel blood flowing into it at an alarming rate. Realizing she was making it worse by thinking about it, she aborted the train of thought.

Pinkie shifted her weight again, this time leaning back so that her arm landed in between Twilight’s breasts, allowing her enough room to turn her head to make eye contact. Slowly she lowered her eyelids and leaned forward and inch, then two, then three…

“You promised you wouldn’t kiss me!” Twi shouted.

Pinkie fluttered one eye half open. “I’m not,” she said as she brought her nose alongside Twilight’s. “We’re just talking, really, really close.”

Twilight stared openly at Pinkie’s eyelids, which managed to block out almost her entire field of vision. She could feel Pinkie’s breath playing across her face, and hear her own heartbeat in her chest pounding out like a bass drum. Those soft pink lips were right there in front of her... Beckoning her…

“Have you ever tittyfucked somebody?” Pinkie asked.

“What!?” Twilight jerked back and hit her head against the wall. “Ow!” She shouted as she reached back and–

… uh oh.

Pinkie grinned at her. She’d felt it too; When she hit her head, she opened her legs, and in turn, her penis had lifted out from its sanctum, and was now pressing against the fabric of her skirt, entirely undefended.

“Looks like somebody is awake,” Pinkie said, turning back to face forward. Twilight cursed her own stupidity in allowing this to happen.

It didn’t have to be the end of the world, though; She wasn’t super hard yet, only slightly; If she could just stop herself from getting a boner, she could still–

Twilight gasped as Pinkie clenched her glutes together, getting just enough grip to pull her penis in between them. The gentle, but firm pressure of Pinkie’s flesh surrounding it was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Blood began flowing into it rapidly as it expanded against its cotton prison.

“Mmm.” Pinkie hummed as she wiggled her ass, gently pulling Twilight’s penis with it in each direction. Twilight moaned as she did.

Unsexy thoughts, unsexy thoughts!

Let’s see… Ummm… Books! Books aren’t sexy, she thought, hoping academia could thwart Pinkie’s plans before they got going. Books are wonderful, but not sexy. Books and libraries. Nothing sexy about libraries. Of course, ponies who read books are sexy… Librarians are sexy… Pinkie in Librarian glasses? Oh my…

Twilight grabbed her head in her hands. This wasn’t working!

Pinkie untensed her muscles and laughed. “You’re pretty hard, Twi,” she said.

Twilight nodded, even though Pinkie couldn’t see it.

“Think you’re gonna make it another eight minutes?”

“What!?” Twilight glanced at the wall clock and groaned. 10:12. Only two minutes had passed, and Pinkie already had her right where she wanted.

Pinkie tensed her muscles again and Twilight felt another whimpering moan escape her. How was it possible that could feel so good?

She needed a distraction. Something else to think about. Where was she supposed to put her hands? She never knew where to put her hands. They were just hanging idly at her sides. That was weird. They should be doing something. She should be fondling Pinkie’s tits.

No!

They should not be fondling Pinkie’s tits. That was what Pinkie wanted! it didn’t matter how squishy and round they were, or how pleasantly her little pink nipples poked out from the fur around them, pressing against the fabric of her tanktop enough that she could see them nine times out of ten, or–

Stop it, brain! Twilight berated herself. She’d just leave them at her sides. It didn’t matter if it was awkward. This whole situation was so far removed from normalcy, why was she even thinking about it?

Because I want to touch her tits! She groaned again and let her forehead rest against Pinkie’s neck.

“I’m kinda bored,” Pinkie said. “I know I’m not allowed to play with myself, but we didn’t say you couldn’t play with my self.”

Twilight shook her head. She wasn’t going to respond to that.

“What do you say, Twi? Wanna feel me up?”

Sometimes Twilight had to wonder if Pinkie hadn’t developed telepathy.

“No thanks,” she whispered.

Pinkie tensed her cheeks again and Twilight moaned sharply as her penis slipped further into the gulf between them, the cotton of Pinkie’s panties maddeningly caressing it.

“Are you sure?” Pinkie taunted.

Twilight looked at the ceiling as she panted. This was okay. “Yes, I’m sure,” she squeaked, still with nowhere to put her hands.

“Okay,” Pinkie pouted, releasing her muscles again.

Twilight felt her penis rubbing softly back and forth across the fabric of Pinkie’s panties and swore under her breath. “Could you stop squirming around so much?”

“Squirming?” Pinkie turned her head to look back at Twilght. “I’m not even moving. You’re the one squirming.”

Twilight panicked as she realized Pinkie was right; Her own hips were gyrating like gears in an engine. She stopped the motion immediately, but the moment she did she could feel a dull ache passing through her groin. It hurt. And it felt so good to move, and it felt so bad to not, and how did she let this happen, and where was she supposed to put her hands–

“FINE! Fuck me!” Twilight yelled, grabbing onto Pinkie’s breasts through and squeezing as she pressed her lips against Pinkie’s.

“Okie dokie lokie,” Pinkie said around her tongue, and Twilight could see out of the corner of her eye as Pinkie lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her delicate flower, already glistening wet.

Pinkie lowered herself back down and Twilight’s whole body shuddered as she felt her penis sliding right inside her folds, the moist walls of Pinkie’s vagina coming all the way down to its base. She kissed Pinkie harder, forcing her tongue into her mouth and pressing against any surface she could find as Pinkie bounced up and down on top of her, each instance of motion drawing more and more pleasure into the tip of her prick.

“Pinkie,” Twilight whispered in between shuddering moans, “I hate you so much.”

Pinkie giggled as she kissed her back. “Sure you do.”

Twilight moved her hands down and slid them underneath Pinkie’s tank top, quickly finding her nipples and pressing them between her fingers. Pinkie squeaked in delight, beckoning her to continue. She soft, but firm yield of her tits was like glue, trapping her hands as effectively as a… a sticky thing.

Twilight couldn’t come up with good metaphors right now.

Pressure continued mounting in her penis as Pinkie’s folds stroked along its sides, building up further and further as she kissed, and fondled, and fucked, and –

Pinkie had taken out her cell phone?

“Pinkie,” Twilight gasped, “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna need this for later,” Pinkie chirped. “Say cheese!”

“Cheese? PINKIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Twilight shouted.

The flash from the camera fired, and Twilight felt a raw explosion of magical energy ignite in  her groin. It fired out of her like a shot from a gun, spilling out of Pinkie’s vagina and down her legs.

The camera flashed again. It didn’t stop. She could feel the liquid sliding down between her thighs.

The camera flashed again. Pinkie popped up off of her and posed in front of her, sticking out her tongue and giving a peace sign as she held the camera up and at an angle. The sticky liquid started to falter now, streaming out in weakening spurts that landed across her own face and chest.

The camera flashed again. The liquid stopped coming out. Pinkie smiled widely as she leaned in and licked the strand of white liquid off of Twilight’s face. With a loud popping sound, Twilight saw her penis fall off onto the floor, its magic depleted.

“Mmmm, grape flavor. You got a good one, Twi,”

“How did I let this happen?” Twilight mumbled, slumping in the chair. “I’m smarter than this…”

Pinkie giggled. “Don’t feel bad Twi, you guys really don’t stand a chance. Anyway, do you want a nap? Maybe a cigarette?”

Twilight yawned as her heart rate started to come back down.. “Maybe a nap…”

“Alright. I’ll just take this,” Pinkie said as she reached between Twilight’s legs and picked up the… what was it, a dildo now?

“You have yourself a nice nap, and I’ll be back when I need you later,” Pinkie said as she straightened out her clothes and headed for the stairs.

“Okay,” Twilight said, still slumped in the chair and panting.

“Wait… When you need me later? What does that mean?”

“You’ll find out!” Pinkie called back, turned out the light, and closed the door behind her.

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