Blind Challenge 17

Pinkie lures the Mane 6 into her sex dungeon (With tacos) during a Friday the 13th 'party'

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Twilight perked her eyebrow at the invitation Pinkie had just passed her. She lifted the flap and began to scan the text inside.

You've been invited to Pinkie Pie's Friday the 13th costume party! Dress in your unluckiest outfit and come to Sugar Cube Corner for fun, games, and tacos!

"Tacos, huh?" Twilight gave Pinkie half a shrug and smiled. "I had planned on catching up on some reading, but this sounds much more intriguing. I'll be there."

"Great!" Pinkie beamed and turned to the door. Twilight wondered if Pinkie had intentionally swished her tail to the side to reveal her round haunches or not, but either way, she couldn't help but get a glimpse at the pink pony's soft mound past the curls of her tail. A faint blush crept to her cheeks, and she turned away back into her treehouse. Spike peeked his head over the edge of the second-floor balcony.

"Who was that, Twilight?"

"Just Pinkie Pie. She's throwing another party."

"Oh." Spike seemed crestfallen. Ever since Pinkie's last party, and Spike's mishap with some not-so-soft-cider, he had been forbidden from attending them. Twilight was almost one hundred percent certain Pinkie would be providing more booze at tonight's party. Best to let the baby dragon stay at home. In fact, now that Twilight had reached drinking age, all of Pinkie's parties offered liquor of one sort or another.

"Don't worry, buddy. Pinkie promised Tacos. I'll bring some leftovers back for you." Twilight smiled up at her number one assistant before plodding down into the basement. She had to look for a certain costume down in storage.

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The party appeared to be a relatively sober affair. Twilight wondered why, since Pinkie was renown for throwing Ponyville's most boisterous, rambunctious social affairs. But as Twilight pushed through the front door of Sugar Cube Corner, only three other ponies were there. Soft music played from a gramophone near the counter, and two tables had been set out. One with booze and assorted mixers, and another with a pile of party confections. Twilight spotted cupcakes, chips and salsa, trail mix, and other snack-type foods, but no tacos. She was beginning to wonder if coming was worth it at all.

"Twilight! Over here!" Rainbow Dash waved at her from a section of wall opposite the refreshment table. Twilight smiled and crossed the floor. Her costume was terribly itchy, but she supposed it was fitting. "Black cat, huh?" Dash giggled as Twilight scratched at her flank. "Fitting."

"'Tis the season, right? Why in the hoof would Pinkie want to throw a Friday the 13th party?" Twilight glanced Rainbow Dash up and down. "Why are you wearing your Shadowbolts costume?"

"Huh? Oh." Dash fretted with the poorly-stitched costume she had worn for Nightmare Night a few years back. "I'm kind of hoping for some reverse fortune here. You know, bad luck in a bad outfit might lead to good luck in a good outfit."

"I follow." Twilight smiled and glanced around. Nopony else had arrived just yet. It was just a few farmers, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight. Just as she was about to open her mouth to address the lack of guests, Rainbow Dash perked up.

"Applejack's here." She nodded towards the door. Twilight frowned, but looked to the entrance anyways. Sure enough, Applejack stepped inside a few short moments later.

"Honestly," Twilight waved at Applejack, even as she rolled her eyes at Dash. "You creep me out sometimes."

"Howdy, y'all." Applejack grinned at them, sporting what looked like Big Mac's plow harness. "Heckuva party, eh?" The orange farmpony grimaced at the sparse floor and moderate decorations. "D'you think Pinkie's feelin' sick?"

"I dunno." Twilight frowned. It might just be Pinkie Pie was feeling under the weather. Her birthday had been just last week. Twilight was still washing glitter out of her mane. It had been a rowdy night, and Pinkie might still be suffering some blow-back from all the activity. "We'll ask her when we get the chance. What's with the harness, though?" Twilight nudged the twin metal prongs mounted on the back of Applejack's neck with a questioning look.

"This here's the harness Big Macintosh got hurt in all them years back. Remember, when I tried to get through Applebuck Season all on my own?"

"Oh. I see. Unlucky." Twilight grinned and looked around. The three of them had effectively doubled the number of other guests. The other three ponies were all but strangers to her. Two of them were conversing quietly in the corner, while the third gorged himself on chips and salsa. All-in-all, this was the worst party Pinkie had thrown yet.

"Rarity's here, too." Dash muttered off-hoofedly. Twilight shot her a glare before watching Rarity enter the room.

"Over here, Rarity." Twilight beckoned her fellow unicorn over.

"Why hello, Twilight! I'm loving the black cat outfit." Rarity herself wore a surprisingly sultry cocktail dress, and looked stunning. The red, sequined fabric glimmered in the low light inside the bakery, and her styled mane framed half of her face beautifully.

"We're all wearing something unlucky," Twilight nudged her flank gently. "What's so unlucky about that dress? It looks beautiful."

"Oh, darling," Rarity waved her hoof dramatically. "You don't even know. Look." Rarity turned around, and Twilight saw a long, slender line of stitching run up the back of the dress, from hem to neck.

"Wow. That's a bad rip."

"I wore this to a charity function in Trottingham three years ago, and one of the waitresses stepped on the hem. The whole thing ripped in two. Why, I swear, I even exposed my... My..." Rarity glanced about before leaning in to her friends with a low whisper. "Marehood."

They shared a giggle at that. With Rarity here, the four of them officially out-numbered the other guests. And as Twilight watched, the one at the snack table looked around the room and stepped out. She idly wondered if he would even be back.

"Pinkie promised tacos." Twilight grumbled. She hadn't eaten anything yet, since Pinkie's parties typically had plenty of sweets and snacks. The table had all but been raided by the pony who had left, though, leaving only the drinks. She knew with as empty as her stomach was, the first drink would be like three. With a huff, she pulled the neckline of the black-fur costume away from her neck, relishing a short, cool breeze across her coat. Even that was lost on her as she let the neckline fall back into place. She was hungry, sweaty, and steadily growing more and more irritable. "Where is she, even? And Fluttershy for that matter?"

"I dunno." Dash shrugged. "She isn't close. Or she was here before I showed up. Bathroom, maybe?"

"Ah cin go check, iffen you'd like."

"No," Twilight sighed, shaking her head. "No need. I'm sure she'll show up s-"

"Here she comes." Dash butted in, nodding towards the front door. Sure enough, Pinkie Pie burst in with a cloud of helium-filled balloons, streamers, and confetti. Rarity rolled her eyes with an endearing smile, but Twilight felt a little more irritated than anything. At any other one of Pinkie's parties, the music would be loud and fun to dance to, the food and drinks would be flowing, and ponies would be laughing, talking, and milling around all over the bakery. Why had she even decided to have a party today? Why were there so few ponies? And where the actual fuck were those tacos?!

"Pinkie!" Twilight snatched her attention, padding forward with a frown on her face. "Where in the world-"

"-Are the tacos?" Pinkie bounced around Twilight in a circle. "Silly Twilight! I was saving those for later!"

"No, not the tacos- Well, yes! But where are the other guests?"

"Huh?" Pinkie Pie stopped bouncing, and looked around at everyone in the bakery. Twilight wasn't sure when or how, but the other two had left. It was just the five of them. "Everyone I invited is here!"

"Wait-" Dash flapped closer, nudging Pinkie to get her attention. "Why'd you only invite the four of us? Why not Fluttershy?"

"Silly Dashie!" Pinkie resumed her bouncing, beaming at them as if she knew something they didn't. "Flutterhsy's helping me make the tacos! She should actually be done by now!"

"Oh thank the stars." Twilight's stomach was beginning to cramp. She was -really- hungry. "I'm starving. Can we go eat now?" Nevermind the soberingly-small party, or the mysteriously-absent two farmers, or even Fluttershy's absence. Twilight just wanted to eat something. Anything.

"Of course! A party isn't a party until we've had some tacos! Come on!" Pinkie bounded towards the back room where the ovens were. Twilight followed promptly, towing the other three mares behind her. The ovens were thankfully dark, and the back room was nice and cool. Twilight felt relief like a wave wash over her. The black-cat outfit was beginning to feel more stifling than anything at that moment. But it was a Friday the 13th party. She had to stay unlucky.

Much to her surprise, Pinkie led them past the kitchen and towards what she assumed was the cellar. "Why the cellar?" Twilight asked guardedly.

"The cakes had some work done on the kitchen up here, so we're using the backup downstairs! Fluttershy's down there now, come on!" Pinkie did a graceful cartwheel down the stairs, disappearing into the darkness. Twilight rolled her eyes and ushered the other three ahead of her.

"Better go in front of me. It's bad luck for a black cat to cross your path."

"Heh. Good one, Twi." Rainbow Dash went first, followed by Rarity then Applejack. Twilight grimaced as she came in last, closing the cellar door behind them. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she followed Applejack's broad backside further into the cellar. After a few feet, they turned into the one open door, and a small triangle of light.

Twilight froze at what she saw.

"See?" Pinkie beamed at them. "I told you Fluttershy was down here!"

Fluttershy was, most certainly, down in the cellar. But she wasn't making tacos. At least, not the kind Twilight had been expecting. The poor pegasus was strapped to the wall by all four hooves, her face covered with a blindfold, and her mouth filled with what Twilight would guess was a domination ball-gag. There, dangling between her legs, was a thin cord attached to a square console. The cord itself disappeared between her...

Well, her taco.

"Pinkie, what in the-"

"Hah!" Pinkie pulled something from nowhere and chucked it at Applejack. Much to Twilight's surprise, it was an actual taco. Lettuce and tomatoes and cream cheese burst all over Applejack's face.

"PHTH! What in tarnation-?!" Applejack wiped a hoof over the mess on her face. She looked like she wanted to kick Pinkie into the next century. But just as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes glazed over. She wobbled on her hooves and collapsed.

"PInkie!" Twilight cried out. "What did you do to-"

*crunch*

"Hey!" Rarity squealed as she was pelted with a taco, shaking her head vigorously. "Pinkie! You got it on my-" She hit the floor like a sack of bricks. Rainbow Dash and Twilight shared a look of horror and anger.

"Get her!"

"Go!" Twilight's horn began to glow, just as Rainbow Dash flapped hard across the room. Pinkie bounced once, twice, and on her third, planted all four hooves on the wall. Rainbow Dash ran full-tilt into the bricks, just as Pinkie withdrew another two tacos from nowhere. Twilight finished her spell-

Just as she saw the first taco hit her flank.

It could best be described as dizzy, the sensation she felt. Like she had had too much to drink and too little to eat. The room spun around her, and she felt even more hot in the cat suit. Her magic fizzled out, even as her legs gave in. She fell to the floor, just in time to watch Pinkie break a taco in her hooves and smear it all over Dash's flanks.

The world went dark.

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'Why am I hot? Even the cat suit wasn't this hot...' Twilight thought to herself. She was seriously burning up. Sweating, even. Which was odd, because whatever it was she was laying on was nice and cold. But even that didn't stop her from panting heavily. She could feel sweat trickle down her neck and flanks. She was probably making a puddle underneath her. Why was she so hot?

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Pinkie's voice came to her, almost as if carried on a breeze. Twilight opened her eyes slowly, trying to make sense of the fuzzy sight before her. "Oh good! You're awake!" Pinkie's smiling face dominated her vision, looming up until it seemed they were touching noses. Indeed, they actually were. But that wasn't the only thing they were touching. Twilight's open mouth was forcibly invaded by something wet, slippery, and hot.

It was Pinkie's tongue. Pinkie was kissing her. And damn it all, it felt good. Not, like, stretching-in-the-morning good, or trashy-novel-and-vibrator good. This was like... Full-on, screaming, squirting orgasm good.

And all from her mouth. She couldn't stop herself. Twilight lurched forwards, pushing her mouth further against Pinkie's.

"Aah!" Pinkie Pie pulled away with a devious grin. "Easy there, Twilight. This party's just started. Let me go check on the other girls." She slipped away, leaving Twilight panting with the aftermath of such an intense sensation. Drool ran freely down her chin. She could hardly swallow, let alone keep herself from drooling more. Instead, she continued to pant, and try to move her legs. If her mouth had felt that good, what would other places feel like?

Indeed, the first shift of her rear legs ignited a fire. She gasped loudly, her entire body flexing as the first shock of pleasure shot through her dripping slit. The cool floor was just as pleasurable as a vibrator against her dripping cunt. She hated herself for it, but Twilight had to feel more. More pleasure. She spread her legs wide and pushed her hips down into the floor. The rough, grinding sensation against her pink, flared lips was nirvana. She shuddered and came instantly, dribbling even more fluid onto the floor.

"H-hey!" Applejack's voice carried across some long distance to Twilight. drunkenly, she turned her head to the side, looking for the farmpony. "That looks good!" Just behind and to her left, Applejack was stretched out on the floor. Twilight could see the beads of sweat on her coat, dripping down her face and neck in rivulets. Even as she watched, Applejack's foreleg disappeared beneath her body, sliding down towards where she assumed the orange pony's marehood was. Now that was an idea. Twilight should try playing with herself like this.

"Wow!" Pinkie Pie's voice returned just as Twilight began to put her half-muddled plan into motion. Twilight rolled onto her back and looked up. Pinkie Pie stood on the ceiling. Or at least, it looked like that to Twilight. But she knew it really wasn't that. Pinkie was on the floor, and it was Twilight upside-down. "You guys got started without the rest of us!" Pinkie trotted forward, and Twilight saw three dark shapes emerge from behind her.

Rarity, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash were dragged into sight. All three of them, it seemed, were just as sweaty as herself and Applejack. Were all of them like this? How many of them could she kiss, like Pinkie Pie had kissed her?

Even better, how many of them would let her grind her hips against them, like she had to the floor just now?

"AHN!" Applejack's vocalization drew her attention. Twilight raised her head high enough to watch Applejack arch her back, her drooling mouth hanging open in sheer ecstasy. Twilight wanted that tongue. She wanted it on her. Anywhere. It didn't matter; she wanted it.

"Come on, then!" Pinkie Pie filled Twilight's vision, still upside-down. She kissed her again, and this time, it was even better. Twilight moaned into the slippery tongue in her mouth, her own wrestling with Pinkie's tongue playfully. The pleasure she felt from her mouth coursed through her entire body, shuddering down her flanks and up her legs. Her hooves began to shake. She had to touch something. Somepony. Pinkie. Why the hell not? Lifting her forelegs, Twilight gripped Pinkie as best she could. "Ooh! You're frisky!" Pinkie broke the kiss, their shared spit stretching between open mouths lewdly. "And look at this!" Twilight gasped as a shock of pleasure shot through her. Pinkie lifted her hoof into Twilight's view, the pink fur already matted and glistening with fluid. "You're wetter than Neighagra Falls! And I bet you taste delicious. Come here!" Pinkie stepped forward boldly.

Twilight wasn't sure how or when, but Pinkie's slippery, wet vagina was suddenly in her mouth. Much like before, her tongue acted of its own accord, reaching out to lick tentatively at the musky, delicious apex of Pinkie's sex. The first taste was more delicious than it really should have been. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Twilight knew this should have been a musky, vile-tasting fluid.

But in that moment, Pinkie's fem-cum tasted more delicious than the sweetest cupcake. She couldn't get enough. She knew Pinkie was licking her the same way she was licking the exuberant party pony, but even that dwindled into nothing. She buried her muzzle into Pinkie's crotch, dragging her tongue up and down the slippery pink lips in long, sloppy licks.

She lost track of how many times she came. Was it fourteen? Seventy? Two? She didn't care. She needed to taste more, to lick, to feel, to cum.

And damn it all if the cat suit wasn't drenched in sweat.

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"Hey Twi!" Spike beamed as Twilight pushed through the door to her home. "Wow. You look like heck. Long night?"

"Let's just say..." Twilight grimaced as she pulled the sodden cat suit off piece-by-piece. "You're never attending one of Pinkie's parties ever again."