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Pinkie's Bare Beach Bash By Spring Showers
Streaker(s) Anthro Pinkie Pie

Pinkie Pie bounced high into the air as she served. Her ample assets contained scarcely within the skimpy white and pink striped bikini she’d chosen to wear. Her palm smacked the volley ball over the net as she fell; gravity taking hold of the often physics defying pony. Her breasts bouncing heavily in her top. Her rump jiggling as her tail bounced fluffily behind herself. Her ears perking as she heard somepony smack the ball up where somepony else got it. She charged right for the net; hooves kicking sand back. She felt the bottoms of her swimsuit digging into the flesh of her backside as she leapt again. The ball was only just over the net when she spiked it back straight down. The ball nearly nailing itself on the head of the unicorn who’d tried to rush the net and block her own block.

The beach waterpark and resort was packed today. The cakes had given Pinkie Pie a day off and she’d chosen to use it to have herself a nice relaxing day at the beach. She’d hoped to try and throw this special kind of beach party called a luau but apparently those happened in Haywaii. So she was just making due as it was with the closest beach she could find within a day’s trip. She’d wound up jumping into a game of beach volleyball with some ponies. Her opponents all backed up; apparently well and intimidated by the party pony. Her own team mate; a white unicorn stallion merely grinned smugly. “Nice save,” he offered with obvious pleasure. His blue eyes scanning her a little uncomfortably in depth passed the bangs of his wild tousled yellow mane.

Pinkie didn’t really care much for stallions and never liked being looked at with ‘rapey’ eyes like that. It always left her pretty uncomfortable. She shook off her discomfort quickly though as she shouted, “Game on, everypony!” She bounced back after the ball was tossed back to her; hopping almost. She didn’t care much about how animatedly her movements caused her body to jiggle. It was how she always hopped around. This time she chose to go for a more straight-forward serve only for it to be spiked back! She made a dive-bomb and skidded in the sand! The ball landed right in the poofy curly mane and flew almost vertically upwards. Beach Comber; the white unicorn and an apparent local ran forward and slammed the ball back over.

Pinkie Pie was picking herself up and grinned, “Woohoo!” She bounced giddily. Her wide beaming smile infectious as always as she spotted her opponents grinning as well. Though the way their eyes lingered did stall her bouncing a little bit. Those were the eyes alright. She stood there a little awkwardly for a few moments trying to calm down. Wasn’t like these guys could help staring; Pinkie Pie knew she had a pretty sexy body with a pair of big round tits and a juicy tush. She’d probably be gawking same as them at herself if she could see. Her shakier smile went away the instant she felt it.

A hand smacking right into her ass. She reflexively jerked her pelvis forward even as the noise rang out. The palm that had briefly contacted her rump and the fingers that had tried to close a little and squeeze, “Nice, Pinkie Pie!” She heard Beach Comber insist with those same rapey eyes that made her feel dirty. He and his friends seemed cool at first when they’d let her just jump in. Now though she didn’t like where this seemed to be going. Pinkie Pie spun around; whipping him hard across the face with the length of her curly mane. It hit with a pretty solid stinging force; a fact she knew as she watched that red welt appear on his face. “Wh-what the hell?! What’s your problem?” He clearly saw the less than pleased look Pinkie had.

It was somewhere between grouchy and really really pissed off. “I thought I mentioned I didn’t like stallions getting handsy,” she insisted. She had made sure to mention that when one of his friends suggested she give him a squeeze; even trying to pull that cheesey old ‘it’s my birthday’ line. Pinkie knew them all. Pinkie of course felt a little bad for the hair whip but she had to make her point firm. A pie woman didn’t back down when a man did something she didn’t care for. Maud wouldn’t back down; Limestone wouldn’t, her mom wouldn’t...okay so Marble might.

“Come on, Pinkie! I was just trying to give you a compliment! Don’t have to be such a bitch about it,” he shot with a clearly pissed off tone. “Was just complimenting your save,” he shot defensively. Pinkie didn’t believe it for a minute as she watched him rubbing the sore welt across his muzzle.

Pinkie Pie humphed, not believing him for an instant. “You really think I don’t know what you were really complimenting?” She frowned. She didn’t like frowning. Frowning always felt unnatural for a pony that lived to make other ponies smile. Her cutie mark plastered on her outer thighs evidence of that fact. The guys on the other side of the net passed her the ball back; but she didn’t feel like playing anymore. “I’m done, guys,” she made ready to throw it back over the net.

“Should have expected this...dumb smalltown bimbo pony doesn’t even know how to take compliment,” Beach Comber remarked. He was knocked flat as the volley ball as slammed right in his face! His muzzle impacted with the rapidly spiralling orb after Pinkie Pie threw it more like a fastball. He was knocked flat by a very clearly angered Pinkie Pie. Frowning over this felt far more natural than a simple misunderstanding. The dumb pricky unicorn!

She stomped off shouting, “What’s the matter? Like giving compliments to my butt but don’t like getting them to your face?” It was without a doubt the worst burn she could ever come up with. Worst as in bad, not good...or bad as in bad? Pinkie didn’t know how burns worked. She relied on Rainbow Dash for stuff like that. She of course was considering multiple options to help improve her mood. Ice Cream was usually a great way to go. Or perhaps go back to the locker room and dig into her duffel bag full of sugar. Sugar highs were the best.

Her eyes though caught sight of something else that made her beam! Sugar highs were officially second best! Adrenaline highs beat them out as she hopped over giddily to the zip line! She saw the poles positioned over a small bay portion; the water underneath there to hopefully cushion your fall if you let go while the platform at the end happened to be the high one. It would have been a drag to have to go all the way around instead...or interrupt somepony’s fun by going up instead of down. Long as it was funny; physics usually seemed to bend around Pinkie. Like turning her hair into a whip instead of the soft ball of fluff it was.

She stood in a rather swiftly moving line and hummed to herself. Bodies moving up in line towards the top of the platform. She had just made it up to the unicorn that ran it when she felt her swimsuit loosen a little. It felt like something had almost tugged the fabric of the two pieces. She reached and calmly tightened the up; feeling the fabric digging a little into her skin. Didn’t want them falling off after all. She calmly gripped the handles on the zip line and nodded. Once given the all clear she kicked off; hooves folding underneath her as she squealed! “Wheeeee!”

The rush of air over her body was good! It helped her quickly forget why she was really mad for a little while. The cool sea breeze filling her lungs as her hair and tail flew back behind her as she practically flew. The water underneath filled with ponies splashing around though a line of little plastic booies marked the zip line trail in case somepony let go. Pinkie Pie nearly did as she felt something happen. That weird tuggy feeling happened again. Only this time she couldn’t reach to adjust her swimsuit and instead felt the fabric not just fall off but fly off! Her pleased cry became a sudden shriek! “Eeeeeep!” She clamped her folded legs tighter up against her butt; almost kicking herself in the plush rear with her hooves. Her darker shaded pink marehood almost visible to anypony who looked up at her as her breasts wobbled with her nipples stuck out. She landed on the other platform across the way and swiftly spun around.

She tried to look back into the water for her swimsuit but instead followed the trail back to the previous platform. Standing right on it holding a familiar pink and white striped swimsuit set was Beach Comber! Pinkie Pie saw the smug lecherous smirk on his face. Oh when she got her hands on him; she was gonna make him a gelding! Though her attention quickly came to herself as her face burned red with embarrassment and outrage. She reached to cover her enormous jiggly boobs and marehood as best she could as she climbed down the steps of the platform. Of course the crowd waiting for her on the other side all naturally spotted the bright pink pony who was now struggling to cover the darker pink that was her ‘naughty bits’.

Ponies laid out on towels and in beach chairs all gawked at the naked mare. Pinkie Pie briefly took her hand away from her slit to reach behind herself and grip her full and fluffy tail; yanking it almost around herself to cover her front. Her ass crack almost forgotten in regards to its own exposure now as she pulled on the fluffy item to obscure the more important region. She watched stallions in speedos and trunks begin to adjust themselves in attempts to hide their sudden growths over her body while mares did their best to avoid being caught staring. Except for those who were choosing to laugh at her instead.

A lot of ponies were choosing to laugh at her as she hurriedly trotted with all the coverage she could muster. Mothers were covering the faces of their foals; though she saw more than a few prying fingers apart or doing their best to peek around. All of them wanting to get a glimpse at the strange naked mare streaking across the beach in desperation. She finally spotted an umbrella laid out on the ground; opened of course to create a shady region to lay. She ran to hide behind it and for a moment let herself go. Her arms coming off her tits and tail to try and grab the pole of the umbrella to use as coverage. Maybe she could stick her head through the top of it and convert it into a dress; of course paying whoever owned it back later.

She watched in horror as the umbrella chose that exact moment to be swept up by a gust of wind. She was suddenly faced with several ponies who had ducked to avoid the umbrella and now were eyeing her instead. Eyes; a lot of them now up close and personal with her private parts. She bit her bottom lip nervously in panic as she reached to try and shield herself yet again with her hands; forgoing her tail this time. As if to only add further embarrassment to the situation; one young colt had to point right at her and shout, “Hey, mom! Look! A naked mare!”

“Oh why me,” Pinkie Pie bemoaned to herself. She started to hurry off again. Nopony seemed to be trying to help her at all as she hurried off. Her hooves kicking sand up as she went. Pinkie stared back over her shoulder at the ponies who were eyeing her naked backside with mixed reactions. Laughter was starting to become the best reaction over the more lewd and spiteful looks some ponies were giving her. Looking back of course had its consequences though. For example nopony; including Pinkie PIe, could see both front AND back at the same time. Her hoof stuck in a pile of hard-packed sand and the pink party pony flopped out comically on top of a sand castle!

She heard several fillies scream; whether it was in panic over the naked pony who just gave them a good glimpse of their own futures or grief over their ruined sand castle she wasn’t sure. She sure hoped it was the sand castle. Be pretty depressing if she traumatized some poor foal for life. She sighed weakly and removed her arms from covering herself to start pushing herself back upright. None of the sand that should have stuck to her front seemed to be doing that though; her own physics turning against her already. It figured, long as ponies were laughing; she was gonna be the naked butt of the joke.

“Nice view.” She heard a mare’s voice. She glanced over and saw a mare she didn’t recognize wearing a bikini, eyeing her up and down. She still didn’t like the rapey eyes but seeing them from a mare at least wasn’t as bad. Pinkie Pie muttered a tired, “Thanks,” already dreading what comedic circumstance was about to befall her now. The mare had a sympathetic smile as she handed over a towel.

Pinkie Pie accepted it without any hesitation; wrapping it as tightly as she could around herself. The thin beach towel came a little short in every way; but it did cover her nipples and reached just low enough to hide her pretty pink pony pussy from prying eyes. “Much better,” the mare insisted. Pinkie Pie only hoped this was her luck turning around, especially as her new friend said, “Locker rooms are just across the beach. Keep heading straight that way; making a left when you reach the bathrooms.”

Pinkie Pie grinned at her and leaned over, giving the pony a quick friendly peck on the cheek, “Thank you SO much! Bye!” She started her way away from her. Her hooves giddily skipping a little now.

Before she could make it too far the mare suggested, “There’s a bikini show going on that way. See if they’ll let you borrow something and you might not need to make it all the way to the lockers. Sure they’d love you.”

Pinkie Pie giggled, “Oh, I’m sure they’d just love to have an all-natural mare...or maybe it’s au natural?” She joked earning a laugh from the mare. Pinkie Pie let out a sigh of relief as she walked along. The towel around herself offering her a sense of relief and security now. Her comedic powers weren’t turning against her then. It was just some really bad luck. As if the same powers that let her pop her head out of a hole while her butt was stuck from behind a tree would really turn against her.

She of course eyed the stage as she finally came up to it. It was kind of a raised runway; sort of thing she’d expect Rarity to be hanging out around. She held her towel around herself as she considered how to exactly get somepony’s attention so she could ask for a spare bathing suit. All the mares strutting about seemed pretty curvy so they probably had something close to her size. She couldn’t help giggling as the thought of ‘getting everypony’s attention’ by climbing up there naked occurred to her. “Excuse me?” She voiced loudly enough to be heard; only to feel her towel fly off of her.

It was an almost comical yank that sent the towel flying off of her! She spun to try and reach for it only to just miss it and flop over dizzily to the ground. She landed square on her front just as all the stallions staring at the stage turned to look at her. What they got was a mare with her ass thrust upwards; tail flopped over her back seeming to almost merge with her mane. Her ripe juicy buttocks thrust out; fat and ripe for groping if ponies like Beach Comber were any indication.

Of course her legs just HAD to be spread to as she tried to push herself back upright. Her pink pussy lips a darker shade than the rest of her standing out as everypony saw her pink labia shifting around. She felt everypony’s eyes on her and got up to stare at them; both hands going to cover her marehood in a panic leaving her tits pushed out. Her thrust down arms almost framing and pushing them out comically for the gawking ponies. “Wow, didn’t think they’d bring a nude model out.” One of them said.

Her powers WERE turning against her, she realized! She reached to suddenly cover each of her tits with her hands only to once more flash them her slit. She dropped one arm; still covering her right boob to cover her slit just to expose the left one before she realized and thrust the arm to properly cover them both. “Aw, why are you covering them up?” One pony questioned. His buddy next to him took a sudden photo, along with a few others, “You’re here for the show, right?”

Pinkie Pie shook her head in a panic. She ran as fast as her naked body would allow. She wasn’t quite as fast as Rainbow Dash or Applejack; but she had enough giddyup to outpace them. Her new fan club though wasn’t too easily dismayed as she ran along through a crowd. Numerous ponies shying away from the perverted naked pink pony. She saw her only hope of escape though and dove right for the large ice cream stand. The tent covering a stallion serving ice cream cones to hungry beachgoers.

She landed and almost shoved herself against the cold metal freezer that was the actual counter, raising a finger to her lips. Before the stallion; whose name appeared to be Rocky Road given his name tag could say a word she admitted, “I’m hiding out, please, please don’t tell anypony.” She pleaded at him with her eyes only to eep as she heard the heavier hoof beats of her pursuers. She swallowed weakly and looked at this pony desperately.

“Hey! You see a sexy pony run by here? Bright pink? Naked? Had hair that looks like cotton candy,” he described her rather bluntly. The stallion of course reflexively cast a brief glance down at the desperate naked pony. He frowned a bit, and for a moment Pinkie almost suspected he might turn her over. But instead he just scratched his head, “Saw a pink pony, yeah, thought maybe she was just wearing something that blended or something. She went that way,” he gestured.

Pinkie Pie heard the stallions galloping off hurriedly shouting that she’d gone the way he directed. Only when the vendor nodded at her did she release the breath she’d been holding, making certain to verbally mention for her, “They’re gone.” Pinkie remained squatting low; arms against herself firmly in an attempt to preserve some modesty. He was of course eyeing her and undoubtedly with a little lust; but the eyes came across less rapey and more appreciative as he gestured for her to follow him to the back of the tent.

Pinkie Pie would find herself soon in front of Rocky Road; pushing her face between the flaps of fabric that opened onto the side street. Pinkie’s hands remained firmly clutching at herself but he just insisted, “Here, should be safe if you go this way.” His tone showed a definite uncertainty. Likely he didn’t even know what lay that way.

His efforts to help her though did cause Pinkie to smile a little, “Hey, thanks...need to find another way around to the locker rooms now; but no telling what those guys might have done, so thanks so much,” the pink pony offered her gratitude quietly as she tried to preserve her modesty by scurrying out. The telltale click though as his phone took a picture of her retreating butt caused her to roll her eyes. “Should have figured,” she mumbled to herself.

Pinkie Pie scurried along hurriedly. Her gaze shooting back over her shoulder continuously. Of course this time she remembered to look ahead of herself now and again; turning a little this way and that before she had to come to a pause. She was still of course walking along the beach and more ponies than she ever wanted to see her like this were gawking; but as it stood she had reached what could only be described as the most packed place ever to ever be. Numerous mares strut about in rather elegant looking sun dresses; and shorts with only a few sporting actual beach wear openly. The boardwalk. The boardwalk though...yes, this was perfect!

Pinkie Pie grinned as she spotted her way to get around this unseen. Ponies didn’t really like having to carry prizes and all that through the whole place to their booths; whether it be fresh prizes or fresh bottles after somepony broke all of them. It was kind of like the backstage of the theaters; only a lot more popcorn and soda and stuff spilled. So still pretty much back stage of the theaters. She grinned as she started to quietly sneak along. The pink party pony grinning to herself as she started to relax.

Her pinkie powers letting her peer around giddily now. Her nakedness almost forgotten as she peered from groups of stuffed animals; only to vanish back. Half of the naked pony sticking out of a bottle before shlurping back inside before anypony spotted her. Pinkie Pie lived for her own cartoon antics sometimes and getting to execute them was a relief. Sure she still needed to get dressed again; but this was turning out a lot better now. Maybe her bad luck was finally changing?

The instant she let that thought cross her mind, Pinkie’s expression fell. She had just broken rule one of comedic timing to avoid setbacks. Never say or think that her luck was changing! As if to prove a point Pinkie’s next poking out landed her with a water gun suddenly splashing her square in the face and tits! Her hands flew up to try and stop the water as she sputtered. The almost worse than tap water spray coating her fur; causing a visible wet shininess to cover her upper body now. She looked to either side and saw the little clown heads with mouths wide and the line of squirt guns. A familiar game. Though the stallion squirting the gun off usually didn’t have his wings suddenly shoot up. His marefriend reached over and slapped him. A couple nearby laughed at the display as Pinkie Pie retreated back. “Is she the grand prize?” Some pony questioned with a laugh.

She shot back to the alley only to poke back out again; uncertain how many ponies had actually seen her and her now super stiff and chilly nipples. Her head rose up out of what seemed to be a pool of water. Briefly it looked almost unattached to anything else. Which was just when she felt something wooden slap her square on her tail! The fluffy poofed up appendage smacked into her bottom with the wooden panel that now pushed up her entire naked body! She found herself now sitting and straddling a narrow wooden plank. Her legs forcibly spread by the thing that had comically caught her up and thrust her where everypony could see. “Dunk Tank,” she murmured to herself in recognition.

The crowd all stared as Pinkie PIe reached to grab the smooth glass sides of the tank; hopeful of just pulling herself up and out of it. No such luck though as all she did was force herself to jiggle, “H-Hey! Hey, look over there! It’s cotton candy! N-NO! Don’t look over here! What would your marefriend say? Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Pinkie Pie tried in a panic to redirect ponies’ attentions but her ears went flat on her head as they all merely gaped in awe at the butt-naked and jiggling curvaceous mare hanging in the tank. Hooves only a fraction of an inch over the water.

Her rigid erect nipples from the earlier splash of cold stale water pushing out like little glass cutters. If things were going her way she might have just tried them as that. But as it stood she was the boob of this joke and no amount of wishful thinking was going to spare her from making these ponies laugh. The stallion up next smirked as he thrust a ball square into the target. “Wahhh!” Pinkie Pie suddenly dropped right into the water! The wooden support dropped out from beneath hr as she flopped. Her naked body visible through the glass in front of everypony. She felt their eyes on her. The water around her muffling the noise but the smiles on their faces were clear as day. Never did Pinkie Pie wanna cry more over making ponies smile than she did now! And not the good tears of joy way!

She swam not up to climb out but down. Her naked body turning over flashing them her bare butt as she swam down deeper into the tank; disappearing through the bottom somehow. The crowd all closed in around the tank, murmurs running between them of ‘where’d she go’ quite common among them. None of them saw the butt-naked pink pony stand up right behind them, shivering and chattering her teeth. Her legs pressed together as her arms left their efforts of coverage to instead grab and wrap around herself, rubbing to try and improve circulation. “Cold, cold, so cold,” she finally muttered.

Everypony spun around and caught sight of her. It felt like a repeat performance as she started to run again; soaking wet tits and pussy on display as she shot off with all the force she could muster. Her buttocks jiggling around; breasts bouncing and smacking down into her chest. She didn’t even realize what direction she was running in until she saw she was back near the ‘rides’ side of the area. She’d made it back around but had been more or less cornered near the water slides. The numerous twisty ropey tunnels visible even from down there. She looked between the an advancing crowd of obviously interested ponies and the slide.

Her choice more or less made for her; she ran straight through the line! “Oops! Sorry! Pardon me! H-Hey, watch the hands pal! Me no likely touchy there! What part of hands off don’t you get? Ooh, sorry ma’am!” Pinkie PIe started to shout nonsensically as she ran through the ponies. Every one of them moving out of the way of the babbling she was making when she wasn’t really walking into anypony. Her tail dragging along behind herself droopily. Her mane similarly flattened with all the water weight to drape down one side of her head.

She made it up the stairs without having to recycle any material; staring right at the barrel ends of four tubes. PInkie saw the pony managing the water slide look at her with very visible shock. “Miss? You need to have a swimsuit on to...wh-why don’t you even have a swimsuit on?” The mare questioned in clear confusion over the streak before Pinkie; with only one shout of “Sorry” jumped down a tube head first.

Pinkie kept her mouth shut tight as she slid front-first down a water-slide. In a series of utterly less than brilliant moves; ones she knew weren’t going to end here, she felt her nipples scraping the bottom and sides; her buttocks being splashed by the water as she shot down the tube. When she finally made it out; she shot briefly like a bullet. It would almost look like she was flying. Until she tucked her legs and tail in; curling up into a ball and crashing into the water. Pinkie PIe sunk beneath the surface.

She didn’t surface for almost four whole minutes. But eventually a hand shot up rather goofily. Fingers extended with her thumb against her palm as she twisted her arm around like a submarine parascope. The goofy action somehow working as she peered through her ‘hand’ up at the top of the water slide. She saw somepony though had seen her hand! Her hand instantly shot wide as the rest of her shot out of the water! She took a massive sudden inhalation of air and started to swim through the water fast as she could.

Her arms flailing more than stroking; legs flapping more than kicking. By the time she reached the edge of the beach and had touched ground again; she was off like Rainbow Dash! Her hair flailing behind her as she ran fast enough to leave almost an outline of herself out of the water that had been soaking her fur. She was dry yet again as she nearly ran on all four limbs; falling over a couple times to do just that; as up with her tail tucked to hide her slit. By the time she finally came to stop and gasp for air; she was near the parking lot. She was hidden between a couple cars, peeking out without touching any of the hot metal with her bare skin. She could just see the locker rooms a distance away. Only problem was she now saw nothing but huge crowds. Nothing but crowd after crowd; and they all seemed to be looking for her.

Pinkie Pie could just imagine the comical chase that would ensue once she got away. She was even preparing herself for the humiliation as the same magic that let Pinkie be Pinkie seemed to just plot against her now. It was only then she heard a couple familiar voices, “Come, come, come, there’s no need to be shy; we have fresh soft serve for everypony,” “Young and old alike! Whether it’s our sweet vanilla bean,” “Our savory strawberry,” “Decadent chocolate” “Or near any sweet and or savory flavor you could want! We’ve got just what you need!”

Pinkie Pie was never more happy to see the Flim Flam brothers more in her entire life! Those two no-good crafty scheming conniving tricky lifesavers! The pair’s familiar truck had been outfitted this time with what might have been described as Pinkie’s soul mate itself in the form of a soft serve machine with what looked like 20 different favors all across it. If she’d had her swimsuit; and some money, she wouldn’t have thought twice about going up and sampling every last flavor. Instead Pinkie was forced to peer inside somepony’s car. The window JUST ajar enough for her to wedge her arm in and steal the abandoned towel inside. It looked like it had been thrown in there to dry out; she’d need to return it once she’d gotten dressed again. But for now she needed the Flim Flam brothers help. She wrapped the soaked towel around herself. She held the edges tightly; not about to let the wind catch this one.

She scurried over to the two brothers, “Pleasey please! I need help! Some mean jerk-pony stole my bikini and I’ve been running around naked ever since! It’s so embarrassing and everything’s only been getting sillier and worse and more humiliating! Please! Just take me back to the locker room without anypony seeing me? She pleaded at the pair from around the corner of their truck.

The two unicorn men looked between each other with clear consideration, “Now, Miss Pinkie Pie? After your friend Applejack’s sound humiliation of us the last two times; I fail to see why we’d be so inclined as to help you,” Flim pointed out.

Flam added on, “Indeed, my brother is quite right. In fact you were only too swift to help her in having us run out of your fair and quaint community the first time. Any fair pony would feel there be some justice in letting you endure your own suffering as we have had to endure our own.”

Flim interjected, “Justice indeed, but perhaps not entirely friendly After all, are we not good gentlecolts?” “Why I dare say we are, brother, whatever would make you raise this point however?” “Only that as good gentlecolts it would be improper of us to simply leave a poor defenseless mare by herself without offering our assistance.” “Unthinkably improper indeed, brother of mine.” “But of course to bring her over there would require we close up early.” “Oh can’t have that, now can we,” “Oh no we can’t, I am afraid it would cut into our margins considerably to close up for even merely a few minutes with so many needy ponies in line.”

Pinkie PIe’s eyes were watering, “Please, please, pretty please with sugar and ice cream and rainbow sprinkles on top! I-I swear, I’ll do whatever I can to help pay you back and make it up to you, really, super duper swearsies!” She insisted. She wasn’t about to Pinkie Promise these two jerks. She wasn’t THAT dumb.

“Super duper swearsies, she says, hm? Would you consider that a binding agreement?” “Why being the generous gentlecolts we are, I would say it sounds most binding and her terms sound most agreeable.” “Glad to see we are on the same page then, brother! “So sorry, dear ponies, but I am afraid the Flim Flam Brothers Super Sweety Soft Serve Machiney is temporarily closed for business as to help out our dear friend Pinkie PIe here.” “She has however agreed to aid us in an endeavour in only a few minutes time; merely meet us by the locker rooms and she’ll be there waiting, we assure you!”

Pinkie found herself suddenly shoved into the back of the truck by Flim or Flam; she couldn’t really keep track of which was which by this point. Her head was spinning quite a bit by how they seemed to just finish each other’s thoughts. It sounded more like one pony talking to himself than two. The truck was started up with Pinkie Pie and one of them in the back while his brother started to drive off. She of course felt the machine rocking a bit as it drove. She could hear Flim, least she thought it was him, announcing something. The hum of the freezing machine cooling the soft serve, the chattering of her own teeth from standing so close to it, and the rumble of the truck itself muffling it though.

At last Pinkie felt the vehicle stop. She smiled nervously at Flam and nodded, “Thanks so much, I just need to go get dressed and I swear I’ll be right back!” She really meant it. After all; she knew they were just outside the locker rooms now. They’d kept up their end of the bargain far as she was concerned. But Flam stopped her, “Now now now, no need. What you’re wearing right now is actually perfectly suitable, though I must make one tiny adjustment.”

Pinkie Pie’s heart sank. She felt Flam grab her towel and rip it away! With all the expertise of the cartoon pony herself; she was suddenly made to spin and whirl like a top as the doors to the back were opened just as the truck changed with the brother’s magic and technology together. The stage in the back opening out for her to now stand on in a daze. She saw triple of almost every pony now staring up at her.

Flim had already set up a small stand alike a ticket booth, “Ladies and gentlecolts; strong stallions and fine mares, I give you the amazing Streakie Pie!” He announced that ad libbed name proudly. Pinkie Pie found herself staring in confusion as her vision came back into focus. “I give you the nude sensation that’s been sweeping across this fair resort! Welcome one and all to gaze upon our good exhibitionistic friend who’s been kind enough to grace you all with an image of her mare-ish charms and loveliness!”

Flam stood nearby. Pinkie tried to cover herself; but somehow her limbs refused to comply. Instead her arms moved to grab her breasts and jiggle them in front of everypony. “I-I’m not an exhibitionist! I don’t know why they’re saying that! Or why I’m doing this!” Pinkie admitted noisily to to the crowd. The Flim Flam brothers both smirked between each other as each one took attention by speaking in turn. Each one’s horn aglow as the other misdirected.

“Oh now, no need to be modest here, Pinkie PIe! Why don’t you give the lovely folks here a turn-around and spread those lovely cheeks of yours for everypony far and wide to see!” Flam encouraged excitedly as his brother’s horn lit up; only to trade off as Flim insisted ,”Indeed! Go right ahead dear girl and give these lovely ponies here a show!” Pinkie couldn’t control her body! She could still talk but felt her tail being forcibly lifted with magic up over her head as she bent over so far her head was between her ankles! Her boobs hanging downwards; or upwards, whichever direction meant ‘towards the ground but towards her head’ almost in her face. She whimpered and cringed as she felt her arms being forced to go between her own legs and pull her own pussy lips apart.

Everypony saw right inside Pinkie’s darker pink slit and up into the hotter pink insides of her pussy. “NO! Don’t look! Everypony stop staring! I’m not like this, somehow they’re making me do this!” She announced. Pinkie felt betrayed. She’d let herself be flim flammed by these two! Was that why they were named that? Did they name themselves that as some joke on flim flammery?!

Pinkie Pie heard Flim insist, “She’s right folks, oh she’s right, do stop staring! Instead come on up and take pictures! 5 bits for every photo you take with the naughty little element bearer of laughter here and twenty bits to take a squeeze!” Flam suddenly smacked Pinkie PIe right on her ass! His palm slapping noisily into her rump as Pinkiie was forced to stand upright. Without missing a beat ponies started lining up. Pinkie Pie watched the first customer; some stallion stride up the stage.

He was one of the ponies who caught her at the bikini show. “Now do be good to him brother; he’s paid us for a good squeeze and a couple pictures,” Flim announced as Flam nodded, “But of course, as if I’d be anything less! Right this way sir!”

Pinkie PIe winced and cringed, “Please don’t, please,” she tried to beg as she found her arms forced to her sides as this pony stepped right up and reached one arm around her, while the other reached right down between her legs. “NO no no no no!” She shook her head violently; her mane flapping around clumsily. She felt his finger digging right between her pussy lips; trying to probe around and feel for her slit. That thick meaty finger uncomfortably bushing over her slit as Flam snapped the first pic.

“Now now, do be gentle with her, wouldn’t want anypony else to get their hands on her only to find her damaged goods; oh now if she were then you’d actually need to pay us; and dear miss Pie here quite a bit for emotional and physical damages,” Flam forewarned. At least offering Pinkie Pie that much protection, “No probing around, please! Poking, pressing, pinching, palming and all around horseplay are encouraged; yet penetration is a strict no no,” he insisted.

Pinkie PIe shook her head at each of those suggestions though, not at all encouraged by them even as she felt the stallion slide that pussy rubbing arm up just to grab her boob, firmly fondling and groping at the fleshy tit. “W-wow, way bigger than my wife’s,” he gloated. The married stallion furiously rubbed her nipple into his palm as Flam took the next picture just to shoo him off. Pinkie PIe could do nothing but watch almost, “P-Please, not again,” she begged.

“OH I’m afraid not, you understand our profit margins are actually quite tight, between refrigeration, expiration dates and of course fuel costs; we must make every bit count,” Flam insisted, “You yourself gave us your ‘super duper swearsies’ in verbal contract to help to make us back what we were losing out on. I assure you that once your debt has been paid up; we will only too happily release you to get dressed.” Already the two brothers were ‘rounding up’ costs and making up other reasons to add up to her debt just to keep her there til everypony who wanted a turn had it.

Pinkie seemed to be satisfied with their answer only to wince as a mare came up, she recognized her as in act the one who’d given her her towel, “Should have told me you were an exhibitionist...if this is what gets you off, aint’ no shame in it,” she admitted as she eyed Pinkie Pie more than a little lustfully. “Hey, is it alright if I use my mouth a little? Not down there, but on her tit?” She suggested openly about the perverse sapphic action. Both brothers tipped their hats at her in a gesture of ‘proceed’.

Pinkie Pie felt increasingly ashamed as this pony she’d thought was in fact a ‘friend’ to her preservation of her modesty leaned in and wrapped her lips around the lewd little nub, making a little peace sign with her fingers as she slurped on Pinkie Pie’s nipple, “So much shame, totally ashamed! Totally not an exhibitionist, I swear! They’re making me do this!” Pinkie Pie announced loudly but nopony seemed to care.

Her eyes were already well past welling up as she broke into sobbing. The next stallion to step up of course frowned, “Hey, hey now, don’t cry, I don’t want to see some pretty lady cry…” he insisted. Pinkie looked at him. It was the pony who’d dunked her into that tank. He frowned at her crying face only to ask, “You think you could turn around instead? Besides, I really wanted another look at that ass,” he admitted boisterously.

Pinkie Pie felt her body turning around. Her hands forcibly grabbing her tail to pull it around herself. She winced as she was made to pull it a little harder than necessary by Flam’s magic. Her entire plush rump shown of as the stallion squat down beside her and grabbed her ass, “Ha! This ass is so fat! Bet I could get off just humping this fat thing!” He suggested rather proudly of the idea, furiously squeezing his fingers into Pinkie Pie’s back-side without an ounce of reservation to him.

Pinkie Pie was forced to pose more and more. The next pony wanted to take a photo kissing her ass, another one had their tongue stuck out near her slit as she stood with her legs bowed out and spread. Another stood behind her groping both tits. Pony after pony pawed on the pink party planner. Pinkie Pie watched the crowd slowly shrink. Painfully slowly as Flim and Flam mockingly insisted on all manner of made up charges, like film and ink for their camera; when everypony knew it just used magic and paper to create the photo.

Another pony came up and wanted a pic of them rubbing their bulge right in-between Pinkie’s as cheeks. Two mares came up and wanted to have a pic of them double teaming Pinkie’s tits, licking her nipples as they squeezed the two mounds uncomfortably roughly. Finally the last pony had Pinkie Pie with shaking legs squatting over his face as Flam took his picture with him directly under Pinkie’s pussy staring up at it. The crowd was gone now with Flim smirking, “I must say dear brother, this has to be one of our most capital money making ventures to date.” “I would agree indeed, perhaps we should see to doing this again sometime.” “Indeed we should! The Flim Flam Brothers travelling Pony Perversion Parade! Play with mares of all shapes and sizes to your content,” “For a modest fee, of course…”

Pinkie Pie was sweaty and sticky and felt wronged in every way imaginable. Including several she just made up in her head. She’d been grabbed and groped by everypony without restraint. Some with fingers sticky with caramel apples or soda when they did it. One pony even had a pic taken while she spat her soda on Pinkie Pie’s tits. “Can I go now? Please?” Pinkie Pie’s whimper was almost as pitiful as Fluttershy’s voice might be. Defeated and even a little broken.

The Flim Flam brothers showed no signs of remorse; instead merely grinning at her, “But of course, dear Pinkie Pie, a deal is a deal!” Flim insisted, Flam nodding, “You more than made us back our money,” “And a tidy profit to boot.” “If anything we would only be too happy to offer you a gratuity for the gratuitous service you did for us,” “Indubitably.” “However we can not, for we ourselves need every bit we can to start our new venture,” “Of course you understand, can’t expect us to solicit new ponies to take your place without some startup capital, unless you wished to continue along with us…”

Both brothers swallowed visibly as Pinkie Pie glared at them. It wasn’t a glare that felt weird this time. No, this one felt only too natural as she glared hard at them, her poofy mane flat as if all the patience she’d had with these two had deflated as she held a hand out, “I need money to get home...if I ever see you two again, I swear I will tell Applejack, and she will buck you two so hard your grandpa’s will feel it,” she warned. Not threatened. Warned. A clearly terrified Flim handed over a sizable bag of bits. Pinkie continued to glare, “I will be taking a shower and going home...I will count it as seeing you again if you’re not here by the time I come back out.”

Pinkie Pie walked off and entered the locker rooms. No sooner than she was in there than the illusion of anger broke. She ran right into a shower and started to cry and whimper, snivelling under the showerhead. The heavy humidity slowly bringing her hair back to its more familiar voluminous shape. Sure enough once she finished and got dressed again; those two were gone with a very much less than happy Pinkie Pie going home.

She spent the money on as much candy and sweets as she could stomach; about two whole candy carts worth. It was night by the time she got back home; feeling considerably better after consuming three times her body weight in candy and chocolates. Sugar highs were once more the bestest thing in the world! Already the trauma of those events almost completely forgotten. Almost; but not quite as a tiny part of her reminded her. She’d only given them a condition under which she’d tell Applejack. She never said she wouldn’t tell her period. She was going to get back at them; one way or another before they put some other poor mare through that kind of shit.