"ANON!" Pinkie yelled "Let's talk about this."

Anon was firmly holding Pinkie Pie's dick body face forward at a downward angle. Her dilated pupils were focused on the half full porcelain commode before her. Pinkie was struggling ever so much in Anon's grasp. Anon gently applied pressure to the back of her head and re-positioned his index in front of her forelegs and the rest behind.
"Anon!" Pinkie yelled, "No means no... There's got to be another way!"
"I'm sorry but I'm abut to explode," Anon pleaded. "There's no other way."
"Just pee out your ass!" Pinkie yelled as she felt an oncoming pressure.
"It doesn't work that way... I'm so sorry Pinkie!" Anon replied, " I'll make it up to you a swear."

Pinkie felt even more pressure on her insides after anon apologized. She freed her front legs and quickly covered her mouth to attempt to prevent the inevitable torrent of piss. It hit her esophagus with even more pressure than she though possible. It stung horribly so. It was worse than vinegar mixed with salt and she clenched her eyes closed. She desperately held her mouth and nose closed with her hooves. It didn't stop the onrush of fluids that Anon had collected in his body in the past eight hours. The veil fluid started to spray in every which direction and hit pretty much everything but the water in the toilet itself. Anon realizing this was able to dispel the flow and stopped instantly.

"Pinkie, I'm really sorry but I have to do this." Anon said.

Choking and spitting what was left in her mouth she replied, "Please Anon. I beg you I can't do this. It's too much. It's horrible."

"I... I can't.. I'm really sorry. I need to do this."

"Well I won't let it happen." She replied.
Anon weighed his options. She refused to perform the primary functions of the organ that is second most vital to him and had already and would probably continue to make a mess of his master bedroom's en suite if he were to press his daily routines action. He truly felt sorry for her but short of having some sort of dialysis machine or something else to evacuate his bladder, this action was needed right now. His eyes looked over at his Jacuzzi right next to his stand up shower and an idea formed in his mind.

"How about we take a morning shower Pinkie?" Anon asked.

"Um. Ok. I don't know why but my body and hair feels really crusty."

Anon runs his hand through his hair and realizes that his hair is also very crusty and has some extremely moist spots that feel almost like some thin pudding is stuck in. Anon thinks back to the activities of the night before and remembers of the huge horse cock spray load after load above and then finally on his head. Anon then rationalizes that the weird gunk he lick off his lips most have been his (Pinkie's) own horse spunk. His stomach turns at the thought. Anon thinks 'Forget it, Just accomplish this one thing and move on.'

"Oh. A beautiful Pink Princess like you should never be left crusty or soiled. Let me take care of you 'Milady'" Anon takes a fake bow.

"Oh Anon. You're too kind. I'm no princess or a milady I'm Pinkie. You silly head."

"None the less let me expunge the crud from thyself and myself so we can face the day fourth right" Anon replied, while internally questioning if he used English correctly.

"OK Anon I'm all about the fourth...," Pinkie replied "I break that all the time."

"Alright! Let's get you feeling like a million BUCKS" Anon says.

"What? ... A million bucks? Anon I don't have back legs, I can't rightly buck anything and if i could I imagine that I would feel extremely tired silly."

"Oh. Pinkie we're in the USA, where bucks is slang for currency. That phrase meant you'd feel great"

"Oh like a million bits," Pinkie says.

"Yep. Like a million bits."

"Let's do this." She yells.

Anon walks into the shower and commences his nefarious plan. He got the shower running and stepped under it once the temp was at an above warm temperature. Anon's best understanding of the predicament he was in was that he desperately needed to piss; Pinkie could not stand the taste or action of passing urine through her; she would fight any attempt of that action and that she had no recollection of anything while she was in full dick form. It was a simple plan, change her into dick form and piss his heart (bladder) out in the shower and let the shame wash away.

Anon started conjuring up all of the images he ever saw while doing his perverted 'safe search off' on google. He thought of himself plowing the shit out of pinkie Pie, the real one not this small ass one that he had for a dick. He still had Pinkie dick complaining about everything and he slammed it right into the real Pinkie's snatch as she moaned loudly and muffled Pinkie Dicks complaints. With the shower pouring all over his body, he continued his fantasies and stroked Pinkie Dick.

"AA..AAnon?" Pinkie started to say as her body grew in length and girth.

Anon didn't respond. He continued on with his plan. He knew it was not really the best plan, but he was limited in options. Anon also became very enthralled in the 'dream' he was envisioning. The increased sensitivity from Pinkie Dick further fueled his fantasy and the speed of his stokes on his cock. He kept the scenario going in his head as he slightly cracked one eye open and slammed his unoccupied hand against the wall to support his weakling legs. Anon watched as her pleading eyes twisted around to where if she still had the front portion of her body, her back would now be facing him. Pinkie's eyes looked forward as the back of her mane faced him, and it all seemed to melt away into Anon just having a dark pink top and light pink horse cock.

Anon stopped suddenly. He wasn't sure a climax would make him pass out or Pinkie come back. but he didn't want to put her through any undue stress or discomfort of being his dick. Releasing his other hand's grip on Pinkie Dick, he placed it against the wall about shoulder length from his other hand. Anon let out a torrent of piss that almost felt as good as any orgasm he's ever had. Panting and relieved of his duty after almost 2 minutes straight of pissing hand goes back to the base of the shaft and squeezes the urethra and the top of the shaft. Anon wanted to clear the track of all traces of that fowl fluid if his shaft were to revert back to Pinkie Dick.

Their heartbeat could be heard throughout the room. Pinkie Dick started to throb even harder. Anon sharply inhaled and placed his other hand upon Pinkie Dick and he went into a frenzy.

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