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Trick or Streak By Darksonickiller
Streaker(s) EQG Pinkie Pie

It was Halloween, Pinkie Pie’s favorite holiday. A holiday where you could dress up as anything or anyone and be crazy, eat candy until you throw up and all the various pranks But Pinkie’s super duper favorite part of halloween was most definitely the costumes.

She had decided to dress up as a chicken this year and also throw a little Halloween costume party, where she invited all of her friends, including some of the teachers.

By the time night came, people were already beginning to pour into the establishment and marvel at all the marvelous decorations that were set up, including streamers hanging from the ceilings and walls, lots of blue and yellow balloons, a shiny disco ball overhead, and lots of tasty looking snacks.

Once everyone was inside, Vinyl Scratch started record scratching and playing her loud rock music as the guests each grabbed their pony ears and tails and started to enjoy the party. Pinkie’s sister Maud was also present for the party, though she was mainly feeding her pet rock Boulder, looking bored as usual. She was dressed as a rock, obviously.

The host of the party, meanwhile, was currently chugging down a large bottle of soda. When she finished, she smiled and then let out an earth-shaking burp that blew back everyone’s hair, shook the fur off a pair of stray black cats outside, and blasted the door open. After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd then cheered loudly. She blushed, smiling.

“Excuse me!” Pinkie Pie said politely while Fluttershy and Applejack approached her.

“Great party, Pinkie!” Fluttershy smiled. She was dressed as ‘Frankenstein’s Bride’.

“Yeah, you sure know how to throw a good one, pink!” the farm girl agreed. She was dressed as a scarecrow.

“Thanks, I do my best,” Pinkie Pie said, proudly while Rainbow walked past her while doing the ‘walk like an Egyptian dance’. She was dressed as a superhero called ‘Zapp’ from a popular comic.

“Hey guys! Nice costumes!” she told them.

“Thanks! You too!” Fluttershy smiled.

“Yeah, looks pretty snug that thing…” Applejack observed as she gazed at it closely and how tight it looked, one could almost see her crack in it.

“I know, it was so snug in fact that I couldn’t wear anything else under it!” Rainbow revealed.

“Wait… you mean your…” Applejack began, her eyes widening.

“Yep! No undies!” Rainbow boasted, wiggling her rear at them with a smug smile.

“Ew!” Applejack and Fluttershy cried.

“Cool! We both had the same idea!” Pinkie smiled.

“Wait… you're saying you're also…” Rainbow started to say.

“Going commando? Yepperoni!” Pinkie nodded.

“Boy, we sure are on the same wavelength!” Rainbow Dash commented.

“I know, right?” Pinkie giggled.

“Uh, can we please get back to how… weird it is that you two are walking around with no undergarments on?” Applejack piped up. Rarity, dressed in a mermaid’s outfit, also stepped into view. She seemed to have been listening in on their conversation, judging from the way her nose curled in distaste.

“Not to mention completely revolting! Honestly, have you two no shame?” Rarity scolded.

“No shame, no game.” Rainbow shrugged.

“Yeah, and besides, we didn’t have a choice,” Pinkie added.

“Exactly! You know how much it would have chafed if we decided to wear underwear under these things?” Rainbow pointed out.

Sunset Shimmer, dressed as a witch, walked over. She also seemed to have listened to what they were talking about. “Still… it’s kinda risky, don’t you think?” she questioned. “I mean… if one of your outfits tears in some way, you could get into big trouble…”

“Please! That’s not gonna happen to either of us,” Rainbow stated, confidently. “Right, Pink?”

“Right!” Pinkie nodded. Then the music changed. “Ooh! This is my jam!”

Pinkie quickly off to the dance floor and beginning to dance and practically bump anyone in her way.

“Come on, ladies! Let’s party!” she called out to them.

Not wanting to disappoint their friend, Sunset and the others made their way over to the center of the dance floor. As each of them started letting themselves loose to the beat, they all started to slowly dance along. Before long they quickly became part of the rapidly dancing crowd.

“That’s it, guys! Shake it!” Pinkie cheered while jiggling around and making random chicken noises as they all started to enjoy the party.

Unfortunately, the party soon had to come to an end due to it being so late, even though there still were some trick or treaters out and about, along with the occasional drunk party guys.

Despite being a little sad that it was over, Pinkie still wished each of her friends and her teachers a nice goodbye and waved as they each drove off. The last one to leave, who actually wanted be the first, was Mr. Cranky Doodle, Pinkie’s favorite teacher, despite him being a total grump. He was dressed as a donkey, much to his displeasure

“Bye, Mr. Doodle! Glad you could come to my party!” Pinkie told him, smiling as she stuck her head out through the open car door.

“Well, you didn’t leave me much choice in the matter,” he grumbled.

“I know!” the party girl giggled.

“Well, see you in class,” Mr. Doodle said. “And don’t get into too much trouble, got me?”

Pinkie saluted. “Yes, sir! I won’t let you down, sir!”

“Yeah, whatever…” Mr. Doodle sighed as he started the car.

Pinkie closed the car door and waved him goodbye. As she started to walk away to go find a house to get more yummy candy like the rest of the tricker treaters, she felt a tug in her costume that made her stop.

“Huh?” Pinkie said, surprised as he looked down to see who or what had tugged on her costume and found that some of the threads in her costume were stuck in the car door she just shut. “Hey, wait a minute…”

But before she could free herself from the car door the car suddenly took off, pulling and giving her as well as her costume a firm yank. She braced herself against the ground as to not fall over, but as she did so she felt the stitches in her homemade chicken costume give out and and tear.

Time seemed to slow down for Pinkie as the stitches in her costume continued to tear and unravel. Before she knew it, her costume had ripped all the way down her back and legs, causing her to fall forward.

The car picked up speed and Pinkie gasped in shock as she felt the fabric of her costume being shredded and pulled away from her body before finally her costume was ripped clean off her body, leaving nothing but her chicken boots. Pinkie soon fell all the way down and hit the grassy ground, face first. For a little while, she saw stars and tasted lawn before she spat out the few leaves that made it into her mouth.

“Ouchie…” she responded as she raised her head. “Boy… he sure wanted to leave badly… maybe I should have given him a hug, he might have been more reluctant to leave. Oh well.”

Hugging Mister Doodle would have to wait. She got back to her feet and watched the car speed away with her now ruined costume in tow. At first she wondered what she was gonna do now without a costume, but it only took a few seconds and a cool breeze against her body plus a shudder for the pink skinned girl to come to a horrid realization. She hadn’t worn anything under the costume she just lost, which meant…. SHE WAS NAKED!

Pinkie Pie just stood there for the longest time naked on the sidewalk with a deep red blush on her face in disbelief at her current sititution. It wasn’t until another cool breeze blew across her now naked body that she quickly covered herself, squealed, then ran and ran. Once she was nearly six blocks away from her house, she ducked behind a tree that happened to be nearby, luckily the street she was on was mostly empty.

“Ah! No! No! No! No! No! This is not good! Not good at all,” the nude girl said to herself, peaking around the tree looking to see if anybody was coming as she tried to come up with a plan.

This was bad, really bad. This is not how she wanted to spend her Halloween. Not only was she totally naked other than her chicken boots, but she was at least five or six blocks from her house and she couldn’t call for help either, due the fact that her cellphone was in the pocket of her costume that was currently stuck in a car door somewhere. As Rainbow would put it ‘she was screwed’.

“Oh this is so not fun!” Pinkie said to nobody as she scanned the area hoping a plan to her predicament would somehow present itself. “What am I gonna do? I can’t let anybody see me this way!”

“Trick or treat!” Pinkie suddenly heard from across the street, breaking her out of her thoughts. She really hoped she was imagining that.

She peered around the tree again to find there was in fact trick-or-treaters at the house across the street. There were four of them and they each had an older kid with them. She scrambled to think of a plan as she watched them get their sweet candy before they left for the next house, which just happened to be the house directly across the street from the last house .

If they came over this way they would see her as soon as they made it to the yard. Despite the fact that she wanted to go over and get some candy herself, she needed to do something and fast.

As they got closer and closer, she decide her only option was to run and find somewhere else to hide. Looking around, she spotted another tree she could hide behind to collect her thoughts. Making sure her naughty bits were covered properly, she made her run for it.

“Yes! I’m gonna make it! If there wasn’t so many people around, this might actually be fun!” Pinkie remarked to herself.

Unfortunately she tripped over one of the tree’s roots as soon as she took her first step, causing her to fall forward on the ground right in front of trick-or-treaters that had just made it to the yard. It was lucky that she still had her chicken boots, or that would have seriously hurt her foot. As it was, it hurt her pride more than anything else.

“Hey that girl has no clothes!” one girl said.

“Yeah! She’s naked!” the boy next to her said.

“You must be going as a nudist this year, Pinkie!” one of the older kids said, laughing their head off.

Pinkie got to her feet and bolted down the street as the kids started laughing at her nakedness. She was so embarrassed that she was running down the street totally naked. She needed a plan and fast. What she needed to do was get home as quick as possible without being seen, but that was easier said than done. Luckily she knew where she was, so she knew the fastest way home.

Unfortunately, there were lots people in her way and as much as she hated to do it, she decided to run out and streak past them, while covering herself up. They all laughed and pointed at her as they watched her go, some even whooped in response. Pinkie normally would’ve found whooping enjoyable and joined in, but not when it was aimed at her poor naked body!

She slipped along the way though, and fell right on her back with her legs spread out. Pinkie slid across the partially wet sidewalk until she finally stopped. She glanced up and saw a guy staring down at her, shaking and looking speechless, then she looked down and saw that her vagina was completely exposed. Pinkie yelped and crossed her legs just as the guy dressed as some kind of superhero gained a bloody nose and fell right over.

“Huh, that was unexpected and embarrassing …” Pinkie remarked to herself. She shrugged, picked herself up and continued running. “He saw everything!”

Pinkie Pie eventually stopped running and hid behind a bush to catch her breath. She looked at the signs by the road, and once she found the right road, she stealthily made her way to the other side of the road she was currently on. Hiding behind another bush, she looked down the road and realized that she was going to have to traverse nude, and to her horror, it was packed with trick-or-treaters, teenagers and adults.

“Come Pinkie, you can do this!” she tried to rally herself as she began to sneak down the road and past all the people praying that nobody else would she her. She made it about a third of the way down the street and it seemed like she was in the clear. “Can’t let anything distract, you must be totally…”

Her thoughts were soon interrupted when she saw something on the ground that managed to distract her completely.

“Ooh! A penny!” Pinkie chirped as she began to bend down and pick the penny up.

But as she was doing so, a truck with a bunch of drunk college guys in it began to drive right by as she was bending over. She didn’t notice them ogling her like a six course meal, too distracted was she by the shiny, shiny penny on the ground. It took one of them wolf whistling to get her attention.

“Hey! Nice ass, party girl!”

“Yeah, shake that thing baby!”

“Loving the look! Great see through costume!”

They all laughed and heckled as they began pointing at her and taking pictures of her nude self with cameras they just happened to have with them, while Pinkie yelped, stood up straight and covered her rear and chest as they drove around her. She soon realized that her most private part was now exposed and raised a knee to cover it.

Her luck began to grow even worse when a few more people who happened to be trick or treating started to notice her nakedness and talk about it, causing her to squeal and try hopping down the rest of the street like a mortified kangaroo. Everyone nearby started pointing and laughing as she began streaking and a few parents covered their children’s eyes.

“Hey! Put some clothes on!” one mother scolded.

“Woo-hoo! Right on, Pinkie Pie!” a drunk guy commented.

Pinkie’s head looked left and right, looking for a new place to hide, and soon enough she saw another bush that looked like it would cover her.

“Yes! Bingo!” she declared.

She quickly jumped forward and landed right in the bush, where she curled up into a ball and remained as still as she could, hoping nobody would see her and/or forget about her.

“Whew! That was close… a few more minutes and I would have been on the cover of a magazine for sure!” Pinkie remarked to herself. “Ok, just gotta stay still, stay quiet and nobody will…”

“Hey look! In the bush! Are those beach balls?” A voice questioned.

Pinkie froze up and quickly figured out that the voices were coming from behind her and that her rear was partially sticking out of the bush. She wanted to cover it, but she couldn’t do anything without exposing herself in the process and moving any part of her body at that moment would do just that.

“Sure are weird looking beach balls…” another voice added.

The two tricker or treaters that Pinkie Pie heard, one dressed a vampire and the other dressed like Frankenstein, approached the bush Pinkie was hiding in and gazed at what they thought were ‘beach balls’.

“They look… almost alive…” the vampire trick or treater observed.

“Alive? That’s just plain kooky talk.” the Frankenstein trick or treater commented.

“Well, grab ‘em and find out.”

“Ok, fine, I will.”

“Oh oo! No!” Pinkie thought in her head, beginning to panic. Should she stay still? Try to wiggle away?! Her butt was twitching to get away from them, but she still clung to the hope that they wouldn’t stop for what they thought were beach balls and instead keep on walking. They were trick or treaters, shouldn’t they be doing that anyway?

The Frankenstein trick or treater reached forward to grab the ‘beach balls’ and when he did he squeezed them it made Pinkie want to yelp, but she kept her mouth tightly closed and only managed to let out a short squeak. The tricker or treater quickly removed his hand.

“Dude! Dude, it is alive! It’s all soft and squishy. And it’s a butt!” he announced.

Pinkie squealed and took off while waving her arms around like a mad person. The two boys watched her go.

“Was that a nude girl?” one asked.

“Eeyup.” the other one responded.

“Cool,” the fake drac remarked.

Elsewhere, Pinkie was glancing around for another place to hide, but had no such luck. Eventually she found herself beginning to slip again.

“Oh no! Oh no! Not again!” she cried before she fell right over on the sidewalk, fully spread. She hoped deep down that no one would come but it was too late for that, for a hay ride full of people had just pulled up near her and quickly spotted her.

“And on your left you’ll see a fully naked girl showing off her vagina!” the driver announced, pointing at her.

“Oh crud this isn't good!” Pinkie squealed as the people on the hayride started taking pictures of her glorious nude body.

“Ooh!” the crowd said as they took more pictures of her. Pinkie screamed at the top of her lungs as she jumped up and covered her body, somehow making her legs move in a circular fashion before quickly zipping off. The people then began to drive after her, still taking pictures and cheering for her as she went.

“Looking good, Pinkie!”

“WOOOOOOO!”

“Go Pinkie! Go!”

“Best Halloween ever!”

Pinkie Pie, thinking fast, cut between two houses to the next street to lose her pursuers, and it seemed to work. Then before they could find her again Pinkie dashed towards the nearest tree, that happened to be full of toilet paper, and began to climb up it. Climbing was easy for her, so easy in fact that she looked like a spider or a monkey to anybody else.

But by the time she reached the higher branches, she slipped and as she screamed, she managed to get her arms and legs around some of the hanging pieces of toilet paper, which also wrapped around parts of her body, slowing her fall. The teepee managed to stop her right about four and a half feet above the ground. She was glad she didn't hit the ground, but the way she was hanging made her wish she did.

The toilet paper had wrapped itself around her feet and the parts around her feet and ankles were spaced far enough apart in the tree that it held her legs spread wide open and her lower body was hanging lower than her upper body almost like she was sitting up in mid air and at the perfect viewing height. She was completely and utterly exposed.

Pinkie gulped when she saw the large amount of people gathered around and staring at her. She smiled nervously and waved to them. “Uh… hi everybody… Happy Halloween…” she said, blushing deeply. “Don’t worry I’m just… hanging… heh… so… does anybody wanna give me a hand here?”

The crowd responded to her pleas by getting their cameras ready, eying her rear and womanhood like a prized turkey on Thanksgiving Day. A few of the clever ones even began clapping politely, but whether that was for her or for the guys drawing their cameras, she couldn’t tell.

“Uh-oh…” Pinkie squeaked. She covered her eyes as the cameras started flashing and taking pictures of everything she had to offer.

“Nice vagina, Pinkie!”

“Awesome ass!”

“Look at those titties!”

“Such a pretty pussy!”

Pinkie wiggled herself around in an effort to free herself, or at least shield herself from the worst of it, but to her disbelief the toilet paper held her still. She became very flushed as people stared at her naked body being suspended from the tree by the ridiculously strong toilet paper that refused to yield, like she was some sort of lewd Christmas ornament.

Pinkie’s cries became louder and louder in no time and it started to get even worse as people started taking close up pictures of her exposed vagina and boobs. She was totally at the crowd’s mercy until somebody helped her down. And none of them looked like they were very eager to.

“Please stop taking pictures of my coochie!” the trapped pink haired girl ask, but was ignored as the flashes and comments continued without pause. Each one slammed into her while she hung there like a blushing pussy Piñata offered up during a frat party.

“You sure put the treat in Trick or Treat!”

“Halloween is my new favorite holiday!”

“Nice costume, Pinkie!”

She was so embarrassed to be hanging fully nude and exposed from a tree as many people gazed upon her perfectly displayed body and privates snapping their pictures and taking their videos of her nakedness to remember for years to come. This was a Halloween that she’d never forget, and neither would they, for entirely different reasons.

Finally, after another minute of struggling, more camera flashes than she could count and many many comments about her naked body that she’d rather forget the evil toilet paper gave way and she dropped to the ground with a soft thud, her legs still splayed open and the cameras still flashing at a rapid pace. One of the spectators said something about how that made her look even cuter. She just felt silly and humiliated.

“Ouch,” she said muffled before covering her treasures from merciless cameras. Her goods now being covered, and the show over, the crowd slowly began to dissipate.

She looked around the yard she was in and saw bright lights, creepy decorations and a whole bunch of people wearing costumes and drunkenly swaying about. She also heard music, one of Sapphire Shores’ newest pop songs, and quickly got the message.

“Ooh! A party! I love parties! Sorry I’m a little… underdressed, it’s kind of funny story and uh…”

The party girl quickly noticed that some of the drunk guys were coming towards her, they didn’t seem to know what they were doing, but it was clear they knew she was naked due to their bloody noses and drooling mouths. They almost looked like a bunch of zombies. Drunk zombies with really big and nasty smiles on their faces.

“Uh… can I help you?” she asked, smiling nervously.

“Yeah…” One of them said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her further into the yard where she noticed his drunk buddies. He quickly threw her closer to them and they all gazed down upon her and started laughing, she shrieked and covered herself.

Before she could get up and run, a pair of guys got next to her on the ground each
grabbing one arm and one leg and spread them and once again she was in a sitting position with her goodies fully exposed to everybody that was in the front yard. In this case, mostly young men. Pinkie couldn’t make out a single girl in sight.

“Um… what are you doing?” Pinkie asked nervously, blushing deeply as her boobs and pussy were once again being stared at. She kind of wanted to cover herself up again, but the way they’d sat her there like a posable dress up doll made her hesitate. Or was that an un-dress up doll? “Please let me go…”

“It’s not often that a sexy naked chick shows up in your yard you know,” another guy said, preparing his phone. She could smell the booze on his breath from all the way where she was sitting.“And I’m so wasted I'm not sure this is actually happening and if it is I wanna be able to remember it after my wicked hangover I know I’m gonna have tomorrow.”

Then all the guys around her pulled out their cameras and aimed them right at her.

“Boy, sure are a lot of cameras out today…” Pinkie remarked before she quickly became blinded by the multiple camera flashes. “Ah! Can’t see! Can’t see!”

This Halloween was just getting worse by the minute and she was beginning to think that she was going to be stuck in this yard all night while these drunk guys shamelessly took pictures of her body being forcefully exposed to them. But by a stroke of pure luck, one of the guys holding her had too much alcohol and passed out. He mumbled something about kitties and belched before tilting forward and keeling over right into the grass. Now with her two free limbs able to escape the other guy’s grasp so she quickly tried to make her escape. Fortunately, even if he hadn’t passed out like his buddy, he was still way too drunk to hold her down on his own.

Because her vision was still cloudy, Pinkie was forced to crawl through the small crowd on all fours and try to get out of the party. Along the way she continued to hear laughter, people looking and pointing at her, some even pinched and slapped her butt on the way. After about a minute of this, Pinkie thought her cheeks must have been glowing just as much as, well, her other cheeks. She kept on crawling though, that is… until she hit the fence, face first.

“Ouchie! Ooh! An exit! Yippee!” Pinkie cheered as she hopped over it but landed on her rear in the process. She rubbed her sore ass. “Ooh… reminds me of the time my Mom spanked me for playing my music too loud…”

“Hey, I think I can see the nude girl!” she heard some cry out.

“Quick! After her!”

“Uh-oh! Again!” Pinkie yelped. “Time to bounce!”

Pinkie quickly got to her feet and covered her body the best she could and took off down the road again trying her best to ignore the lewd comments trick or treaters and the their parents made as she streaked by them. So what if she was especially bouncy in the front? It was time to bounce away and escape those guys back at the party! She had overheard some girls at school talking about how embarrassing it was to be caught nude by somebody, but running through the streets of her town naked with people everywhere was far worse. Especially when you were being chased naked! That wasn’t fun at all!

Maybe she could convince everybody she was actually wearing camouflage that was so good it was invisible? Nah, that sounded silly even to her. Though, looking down at herself, pink camouflage could be fun. She mentally stored the idea away for later.

She ducked behind a low bush when another group of trick or treaters came running down towards the street from one of the houses. She could see from her hiding place how they were smiling and giggling quietly. They shushed each other and dug for something in their bags, something Pinkie couldn’t make out. Was it candy? She got her answer in the form of a wad of toilet paper dropping right on her head.

The kids ran off after thoroughly covering the bush in blanket of white paper wraps. Whoever lived in this place would have a really hard time cleaning up the mess the kids left behind!

Pinkie then reached down and picked up the wad of toilet paper, which seemed to give her an idea. “Ooh! Toilet paper! Hmm… maybe I can use this!” she realized. “Yeah! Mummy time!”

The nude party girl quickly unraveled the toilet paper a bit before swirling it around herself like a mini tornado and when it was finally over she was covered head to toe in toilet paper, aside from her face, almost like a mummy.

“Yes! Pinkie; you’re a genius,” she told herself, proudly. “Now… time to make like a tree and… get out of here… Egyptian style!”

Pinkie then started to walk over, only like an Egyptian just like she said, which actually got her more stares than it did when she was naked, though they were more like looks of bewilderment instead of lust and amusement. Pinkie didn’t really seem to notice though and simply waved at a family of trick or treaters walking by. Too bad Rainbow Dash wasn’t around, or else they could’ve been dance partners!

“Hi! Happy Halloween!” she said.

“Mommy, what’s that pink thing on that girl’s chest?” A little boy inquired.

“Just keep walking honey.” The mother told her son as she scooted him away quickly.

Confused, Pinkie looked down and saw that one of her nipples was slightly exposed and not covered by the toilet paper at all.

“Whoops!” she said as she raised one of them up to cover it. “Whew! Close one…”

After making sure the stubborn piece of paper was back in place, Pinkie continued home. Her first instinct was to do a quick cartwheel. She decided against it. With her luck right now, it would probably rip straight down the middle and expose her pink taco to everybody again. So, much to Pinkie’s own chagrin, no cartwheels.

But even just walking like an Egyptian made something slip! How can I keep that from happening? Very carefully, Pinkie raised her arms straight forward in front of her body. She held them out and began a slow shuffle, like the mummies in the movies.

“Oooh,” she moaned, “Oooh, I’m a mummy. No need to look if I’m wearing pinkie undies…”

The couple she’d come across just stared at her before hurrying on, shaking their heads. Pinkie grinned to herself. Her diversion was working perfectly! Nobody would ever know that, underneath the costume of Princess Pink-Am-Ena, little old Pinkie Pie was actually naked as a frostingless chocolate cherry top cupcake!

“Now I just need to get home and change clothes. Easy peasy lemon squeezy!”

Then, just when she thought she was in a clear, a car that happened to be driving by drove over a large puddle and accidentally splashed her, causing all the toilet paper she was covered with to become wet and soggy.

“Hey!” she cried.

The car rushed on, leaving her behind cold and soaked. A wet ‘splat’ sound drew her attention towards the ground at her feet where a piece of the soggy paper had fallen away from her costume.

Splat. It was joined by another. And another one.

“Oh no! No, no no no!” Pinkie made a desperate grab at the protective toilet paper covering falling to pieces and dropping right off of her body. The wraps in her front were already loose enough that she had to hold them in place against her poor boobies. They were coming apart even under her fingers. Worse, they just felt really really icky on her skin! Why couldn’t this toilet paper be like the one she hung from earlier, when she’d dropped in on that frat party?

“And to your right, you can see a nearly naked girl futilely trying to cover herself up in soaking wet toilet paper!”

Pinkie looked up to see the same hayride as before with the same people on it pulling up the street. The hayride found her again! This time, they came from the opposite direction. The driver pointed at her, still talking in the same professional voice he’d used the first time.

“Note how she’s especially trying to hide her breasts using both hands, meaning she doesn’t have any left to hide her pussy with!”

Pinkie yelped. The first flashes of another shower of camera lights hit her. She slapped her hands down to cover it, immediately regretting it when the soggy strap made contact with her flesh. She’d forgotten she actually held onto it.

“Aw, c’mon baby, show us your pussy again!”

“Eh, her titties are nice, too! Good girl, you’re doing great!”

“Ha ha, Pinkie, are you trying out for naked maid services?”

“Nah man, she’s obviously disguised as a wet tissue!”

“Who cares! Shake that booty, girly!”

Pinkie yelped, covered herself again and started to take off down the busy street again, while the hay ride full of people began to drive after her. They honked to make sure she knew that they were right behind her.

“You can run, streaker, but it’s gonna be really hard to hide!” one of them called out.

“Yeah, especially when you got a butt that big!” Another added, causing all the others to laugh till they cried.

“No! Please! Stop laughing!” Pinkie cried.

“What’s wrong, Pinkie? I thought you liked laughter,” a guy pointed out.

“With me! Not at me!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“More specifically; your big butt!” someone heckled, causing more laughs and making Pinkie put a hand on her behind to over it, which was hard since it was somewhat wide…

Thinking fast Pinkie quickly ducked behind a lamp post and seemingly disappeared behind it, much to the hecklers confusion. Once they drove by, Pinkie tip toed out front behind it and looked around the corner to see her house.

“Yes! Home! I think I can make it! Ok… I can probably do this… I can probably do this…” she told herself before she made a mad dash toward her front door and attempted to pull it open and get inside but much to her disappointment it was locked. And her family was probably already asleep. “Aw man…”

She then saw the window. Figuring it wasn’t locked, she smiled and zipped over to it before she began to pull it open. However, it was a bit stuck so she only managed to get it open a little bit. Pinkie simply shrugged that this.

“Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained!” the party girl said as she stuck her arms through, then her head and started to pull the top half of her body through. Unfortunately, when it came to pulling out the lower part she suddenly found herself stuck, like she couldn’t go any further. “Huh?”

Pinkie turned and noticed that her rear had gotten stuck in the half-open window, much to her horror. She struggled and struggled but it wouldn’t go any further…

“Oh man… it’s no use… me poop deck’s too big…. that or the widow is too small…” she muttered, glancing at her rear.

“And the bad news keeps on coming.”

Her blood froze when she heard the voice coming from behind and turned some more to see half the people that were on the hayride right behind her, smiling and staring at her stuck butt. She screamed and tried to get herself free again, her legs flailed around while she tried to pull herself in, or even out, but nothing worked.

“Come on baby, hold that pose…” one guy said as he raised a camera and began snapping pictures of her big ass along with the others.

“Hey! Check out her pussy!”

“Looks like she’s enjoying this!”

“What a perv!”

“Come on, Pinkie! Shake that thing for us!”

“Boy! Her skin bounces more than a ball!”

“Come on guys! Spred her!” a big guy told his friends as each of them grabbed one of her flailing legs and pulled them apart as far as they could, making Pinkie squeak.

“Boy I wish I was used to doing the splits…” she muttered while the people behind her continued to take pictures of her exposed vagina and ass and cheered. All the unwanted laughter and the full exposure she was getting soon made Pinkie blush red with humiliation and tears started to form in her eyes. “Stop! Please, stop! Stop before I wet myself! …Not that I’m going to or anything but still!”

The group of hecklers continued to laugh until finally…

“Hey! Leave her alone!” A girl with a deep, raspy voice called out.

They all turned and were instantly scared when they saw five girls AKA the Rainbooms, standing behind them and all prepared to beat them all up if they continued doing what they were doing.

“I’d run if I were ya’ll.” Applejack warned them.

“Uh… yeah, let’s… do what the lady says, guys,” one of them suggested, nervously.

“Right!” the group said before they all released Pinkie and ran off.

“Pinkie!” Rainbow cried as they rushed over to their stuck friend.

“Girls! Oh, I’m so glad to see you! Well… technically I can’t see you since my head is in while my tushie is out, but I am glad to hear your voices!” the party girl told them.

“Yes now… let’s get you out of there as quickly as possible, I much rather talk to your face then your… derriere…” Rarity remarked, a little disgusted.

Pinkie giggled and blushed. “Sorry… a little help?”

“Sure,” Rainbow said. “Come on, girls. Grab a leg and lift that window.”

The others all nodded while Rainbow, Applejack and Sunset proceeded to grab one of Pinkie’s legs. Rarity and Fluttershy each grabbed one end of the window and began to push it up.

“Boy… you’re really stuck in there, Pink,” Rainbow remarked, as she and the others struggled to pull her out.

“Yeah… you might wanna ease up on the sweets…” Sunset advised.

“But I didn’t even get any!!” Pinkie Pie cried like a child.

Working as team, Sunset, Applejack and Rainbow managed to pull the nude Pinkie Pie out of her window and at the same time Rarity and Fluttershy opened the window fully, making the job of pulling them out easier. They all sighed in relief once it was done,

“Whew! Glad that’s over…” Applejack sighed.

“Pinkie, what we're doing out here naked?” Rainbow questioned, incredulously.

“Did somebody do this to you?” Sunset added.

“Are you hurt?” Fluttershy said, concerned.

“Do you need any clothes? Oh, what am I saying? Of course you do! Luckily I have some already to go, just say the word,” Rarity stated.

“Yeah… maybe next time we should wear something underneath… going it commando? Very bad idea…” Rainbow Dash said.

“Oh, I’m fine… just my pride is hurt… as for how I ended up like this uh… my costume got caught, Mr. Doodle wouldn’t slow down… one thing led to another and the next thing I knew I was in my birthday suit!” Pinkie revealed.

“Ooh…” Everyone winced, sympathetically.

“And to make matters worse…” Pinkie started to say and after a very long pause, with tears already forming in her eyes, she finally blurted out… “I DIDN’T GET ANY CANDY AT ALL!”

As Pinkie sobbed dramatically, the others all looked at her baffled and exchanged glances.

“Come on, let’s go inside and get Pinkie her candy,” Sunset said, facepalming. All at once, Pinkie’s crying stopped and she was as cheerful as ever.

“YAY CANDY!” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air enthusiastically, completely forgetting she was still nude.