Pinkie Pie abuses Derpy Hooves with baked goods used as sex toys.

This will be non-humanized pony clop.

Thanks ((?)) to DerpyFan4Eva for this great ((odd/fucked up)) request! ((Realistically, though… Not the worst one on the list. As you’ll see, I kind of enjoyed writing this one. Kind of.))

Categories: Derpy, Pinkie Pie, Food, BDSM, Drugged

Warnings: This chapter will contain some BDSM elements like being tied up, and aphrodisiac usage. You have been warned.

((Every now and then, I get a request that I know I can write though I really don’t want to, and it’d be silly to deny it, so I end up writing them anyways. Once I start writing one of these requests, I always ask myself “Fuckin’ A, why am I doing this?” Yeah, this is one of those. This is most definitely one of those.))

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“Mount the Muffin”

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Derpy was having an average day. She had woken up, drank her coffee, eaten her breakfast (oatmeal and a muffin, of course…) and gone to work. She was already halfway done with her deliveries, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet! She squinted her eyes at the address on the next package, trying to read it through the ever-present blur.

“Hrm, let’s see… Oh! This is addressed to Twilight Sparkle! I know where that is!” Smiling, she stuffed the brown package back in her saddlebags and took off towards the Western edge of town. Twilight’s treehouse was one of the tallest and largest trees located close to the town, so it was fairly easy to pick out. Landing less-than-gracefully before the front door, she straightened up and knocked three times.

“Coming! Just a moment!” Twilight’s cheery voice sounded from inside the treehouse, making Derpy smile despite her pre-lunch adrenaline rush. When the door swung open inward, Derpy was waiting with the package in hoof, a smile on her muzzle.

“Special delivery!” She said cheerily, handing the package off to the unicorn.

“Oh? Is it my shipment of newsletters from Canterlot? It is! Thank you very much!” Twilight gladly lifted the brown box out of Derpy’s grip and into her own with an appreciative smile. Derpy clenched the clipboard in her teeth as Twilight hastily signed for the package and bid her farewell. When Derpy took off into the sky, it was with the feeling that she loved almost more than anything else in the world…

The feeling of a job well done. That was why she had joined the mail service. It was easy enough work for one such as her, and it was so rewarding when someone received the package they had been waiting for. She enjoyed watching their eyes light up as they took their mail, watching them walk away with a slight spring in their step… She even enjoyed working in the inclement weather. Snow and rain had never deterred her from making a delivery on-time. Though, sometimes that deliver was sodden or maybe dropped half a dozen times. Thankfully enough, everyone endured her somewhat-frequent blunders, and seemed to think her rather endearing for them. That was another reason she enjoyed working where she worked. Ponyville citizens were all rather lenient and forgiving. She knew if she worked anywhere else like the rough-and-tumble Manehattan or Baltimare, they would likely have fired her the first few mistakes she made. Instead, she had found her niche. She was Ponyville’s mailmare. Package connoisseur and muffin enthusiast extraordinaire.

The next two packages she had to deliver were relatively close to one another, but the last one was out at Sweet Apple Acres. She made the next two, one to the quill and sofa store, and another to Rarity at the Carousel Boutique. It’d take her the better part of a half an hour to fly out to the Apple family’s farm, though, so she decided it was time to stop off for lunch.

Her favorite place.

Sugarcube Corner.

“Good morning, Derpy Hooves!” Pinkie Pie’s ecstatic cheer made the mailmare smile wide, even as she pushed through the door. “Are you here to deliver a package or are you stopping in for another muffin? Because I just pulled a fresh batch out of the oven. You know what happens when I get a knee shake, eye flutter, and a tail twitch! It means Derpy’s coming!”

“Just the muffin today, Pinkie.” Derpy smiled at the energetic pink pony. Her well-known ‘Pinkie Sense’ was, as always, infallible. While Derpy’s budget was always tight, she tried to budget for the occasional treat. You had to reward yourself now and then to stay happy, right? She poked her tongue out between her lips as she shuffled through her saddlebags, searching for those elusive two bits she’d need to afford the treat.

“Huh? Whattaya doin’, Derpy?” Pinkie asked happily, bouncing on her hooves behind the counter.

“I gotta pay you for the muffin, right?” Derpy asked, shuffling a little harder. She could have sworn she had some leftover from the last payment she had… The elusive clinking of two coins told her they were in her bag… How come she couldn’t get them out?

“Oh, you silly filly!” Pinkie Pie laughed, the cheery sound slightly unsettling in light of Derpy’s current predicament. “You don’t have to pay for just one silly little muffin. C’mon in the back, and I’ll get you one!”

“R-really, Pinkie? I couldn’t-“

“Don’t worry about it! Come on!” With a happy spring, Pinkie bounced on all fours from behind the counter and through the double swinging doors into the kitchen. Feeling a little sheepish at accepting charity, Derpy reluctantly followed. Behind her, she didn’t even notice the baby crocodile turning the “Open” sign around to “Closed.”

“Pinkie, listen, I feel like I should pay…”

“Oh come ON!” Pinkie snorted at her, bouncing over the table towards a fresh batch of muffins cooling on the counter. “These are a new recipe anyways! I wouldn’t feel right selling one without testing it first.”

“Oh… New recipe?” Derpy asked, eyeing the slightly-steaming baked goods cautiously.

“Uh huhn! Do you wanna be my tester?” Pinkie scooped one of the muffins up smoothly, offering it to Derpy with a wide grin on her face. With a look like that, how could she say no? The mailmare accepted the soft muffin readily, her mouth already watering. It really DID look good… Too good to resist, that much was for sure! Derpy peeled the doily off, exposing the crumbly base, leading up to the poofy top. She inhaled the scent, relishing the smell of fresh-baked goodness. It smelled like… Was that walnuts and bananas? It smelled divine. Derpy licked her lips and happily took a bite.

“Good, innit?” Pinkie giggled, watching Derpy eat the delicious treat. And it really was delicious. The taste burst into her mouth, urging her to take a second bite, and a third. It was a hearty, full-bodied taste that covered her tongue, made her feel like she was really getting a nutritious, full meal. Derpy happily gobbled down the rest of the muffin, straight down to picking off the last few crumbs from the doily. When she swallowed the last bit, it was with a happy grin on her lips.

“That was really good, Pinkie.” She muttered, turning to toss the wrapper in a nearby wastebin. “I could almost go for another.”

“Oh, that wouldn’t be a very good idea.” Pinkie teased, taking a few steps closer. Derpy arched an eyebrow as Pinkie approached, the pink earth-pony’s lips spread in less of a grin and more of a coy, demure smile. Derpy hesitantly backed up a step, blinking a few times. Was it her vision acting up again, or did Pinkie look a little more blurry than usual?

“Wh… Why not?”

“Because…” Pinkie led into the sentence, growing ever-nearer. Derpy’s haunches bumped against the wall. Dead end. “You might overdose.”

“O… Overdose? Pinkie, what… Woah…” Derpy swayed as a sudden feeling washed over her, like the feeling you got from getting out of bed too quickly. She spread her hooves, trying to keep her balance, which was always precarious at best. Now, she felt like she could tip over if a breeze caught her the wrong way…

“Don’t worry, Derpy Hooves.” Pinkie teased, now standing right in front of Derpy. “I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

“Pinkie, I… Uuhh…”

Derpy saw black.

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Slowly, her eyes fluttered open. At first, she could only see a vague sort of grey mist, which she realized was kind of familiar… It was like the haze of sleep. Her sluggish thoughts tried to organize themselves into some semblance of order, though that was proving to be much more difficult than usual.

“Nn…” She groaned, trying to work her tongue in her mouth. It felt fuzzy, like she hadn’t brushed in a day or so… What was wrong? What had happened? Okay, just like your mother told you. When you’re confused, just stop. Re-think through things, step by step. She had woken up, eaten breakfast, gone to work, made her deliveries, then stopped off for lunch… Lunch… Lunch at Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie Pie and the muffin. It was a good muffin… But what after that? Nothing. A timeless void filled her memory, making her question what was going on. She remembered eating the muffin, and then some fuzzy voices talking about… About an overdose? And then she was here.

A shiver passed through her body, punctuated by something she really didn’t feel all that often… What was that, was it… Was that pleasure?

“Hnn… Heeyyy…” When she opened her eyes the second time, things seemed to make a little bit more sense. She was in a room, looking up at a ceiling. Okay, good. Four walls and a ceiling. The border on the walls where they met that ceiling was blue, and… Were those balloons? Yup. A balloon-pattern border. Okay, so she was in a room with four walls, a ceiling, and ball- “AAH!” She gasped, wrenching upwards as another flash of pleasure drove straight into her core. At least, she would have, if she wasn’t stopped by something. Her elbow flared in pain from being twisted the wrong way, and she looked around in a panic. More of the room was revealed to her as she tried to make sense of what had just happened, but not a whole lot. She could only turn her head about half as far as she normally could, but that was because it would run into her forelegs. Her forelegs were stretched out above her head, and around her hooves she felt a tightness, like she was tied up.

“What the…” Her lower body, though, was much more simple. Flat on her back, legs spread, with a pair of hooves holding her legs open, she was stretched out. “Hey… ‘S goin’ on…” She slurred, still trying to make sense of exactly what was happening. At least whatever she was laying on was soft… Was it a bed? Yeah, it was a bed. There was a pillow beneath her shoulders, just above the joint of her wings.

Realization hit her in a second. She was on a bed, she was feeling pleasure, and there was somepony between her hindquarters.

Yep, she was having sex.

“Pinkie?” She grumbled, squirming atop the bed. The pleasure was much more clear now, radiating through her entire body in waves. The pink-maned mare didn’t stop, her curly head of hair bobbing up and down as she dragged her tongue over Derpy’s most sensitive area. She shuddered again, trying to sound a little more assertive despite the strength-robbing sensation. “Pinkie.”

“Hmm.” The slight acknowledgement didn’t come with a cessation. If anything, Pinkie began licking harder.

“Pinkie, stop.” Derpy groaned, trying to squirm her hips, to move away, do anything. Her wings were pinned helplessly beneath her back, and her forelegs were bound tight. It seemed there wouldn’t be any escape from this predicament.

“Mm-hmm.” Pinkie groaned, sending another shudder of pleasure through Derpy’s body. The mailmare would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the sensation… It was the situation that she didn’t enjoy.

“Pinkie, please… If you keep going, I’m gonna-“

“Hmm…” The slight moan sent a vibration directly into Derpy’s clit, causing the Pegasus to fight against a loud gasp. She failed in the end, her breath leaving her lungs in somewhere between a pleasured gasp and a frightened cry. “Mmhmm!” Pinkie gave another groan, nuzzling tighter against Derpy’s marehood. She was sopping wet down there, her grey fur dark with evidence of her arousal. And Pinkie’s saliva, undoubtedly…

“Pinkie! Pinkie, I’m gonna! I’m gonna! AUGH!” Pinkie’s long, flat tongue lapped sloppily at her slit, lapping up every last droplet of cum that Derpy helplessly emitted. She couldn’t stop it. Truth be told, she didn’t want to. If only her hooves were free, she could have pulled Pinkie’s obnoxious head of hair tighter, made her suffocate as Derpy came. Then again, after what Pinkie did, she probably deserved just that.

“Pwah! That was GOOD!” Pinkie gasped, smiling up at Derpy as she pulled away. Her own fur was matted and dark with wetness all around her muzzle, and a thin stream of spit stretched between Derpy’s twitching marehood and the pink pony’s mouth.

“Pinkie…” Derpy panted, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. “Pinkie, why are you…?”

“Hmm? Oh! Why am I eating you out? Well, I figured I owe it to you!” Pinkie beamed up at her, slowly crawling up onto the bed. Pinkie’s hooves dented into the bed, making both of them sink into the covers a little more as she slowly straddled Derpy. “But you pegasuses… Pegasesi, FLYING PONIES are always so… Uuh…”

“Flighty?”

“Yeah! Flighty! Wow, you’re good at this game!” Pinkie beamed once more before leaning in to plant her lips firmly on Derpy’s, the kiss tinged with the musky taste of her own arousal. When Pinkie pulled away, Derpy was wet again. Curse you, repressed sexual desires. Derpy thought to herself, trying to use some of the spit that Pinkie had given her during the kiss to get rid of the fuzzy feeling in her mouth. To no avail, it seemed. She smacked her lips, trying to get rid of the feeling.

“Uuh, Pinkie, you could always just ask next time. You know, no need to tie me up-“

“Of COURSE there’s a need to tie you up, silly!” Pinkie grinned down at her. “If you weren’t tied up, you might try and help me out, or you’d get in the way, or try and fly or something silly like that. Honestly, why would anypony want to do any of that? Nope! You just lay there and enjoy what’s coming to you!” Pinkie hopped off the bed, leaving Derpy prone with nothing to do but wait for the pink mare to return. She could hear Pinkie humming to herself, and she could hear fabric rustling, the sound of a door opening and closing, hooves on the hardwood floor. When she heard Pinkie finally return, she craned her neck to try and see what was happening.

“Pinkie, is that…?” She inquired, looking hesitantly at the massive syringe in Pinkie’s mouth.

“Huh huhn! Ptoo! Uh huhn!” Pinkie beamed, holding the syringe up in her hooves. It wasn’t like a hospital syringe with a needle used to inject medicine or anything. Knowing Pinkie’s line of employment, it was likely one of the ones used to fill donuts and other goods with cream. The tip was rounded instead of pointed like a needle, and the base of the plunger was flared wide, pushed all the way out with the volume of whatever it was inside. The fluid, or cream, or whatever it was, was as bright pink as her captor’s hair.

“Pinkie, I hope you aren’t thinking of putting that in my-“

“Eeyup! This goes in your butt!” Pinkie beamed, positioning the tip somewhere inbetween Derpy’s haunches. She flexed immediately, doing her best to close her legs against the unwanted invasion. “Relax, silly! It won’t hurt!”

“I don’t wanna know how it feels!” Derpy grunted, glaring down at Pinkie. “I don’t wanna know what it is, either!”

“Oh, relax silly!” Pinkie teased, forcing Derpy’s legs apart once more with ease. “It’s just an aphrodisiac!”

“An- PINKIE DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES?!”

“Of course I know what it does! Duh! I’ve done it LOADS of times. Trust me, Derpy, it’ll feel GREAT!” Pinkie pressed the tip against her back door, making Derpy flex even more. She felt like she was going to cramp up if she flexed any harder. “Come oooooonn,” Pinkie urged, rubbing the tip around Derpy’s tight rosebud with a slight smile. “Just let it happen! I promise, if you don’t like how it feels, I’ll stop and let you go.”

“Pinkie, I… I just don’t… I don’t know…” Derpy relaxed just a little, sagging down into the sheets.

What a big mistake that was.

“AAAAHH!” Derpy tensed up once again, but the deed was done. Pinkie took the window of opportunity and pushed the round tip into her back door. Slowly, her hoof pushed the plunger down, flooding Derpy with the liquid contained inside. She flexed and shuddered, loathing and loving the feeling of whatever it was flowing into her.

“Re-LAX!” Pinkie urged, grinning all the while. “This stuff is GOOD. You’re gonna be begging for it in just a minute. But you hafta let it absorb into your skin before I pull this out. So I’m gonna leave this here, and go get some things, ‘kay?”

“Aahn! No! It’s not okay! Pinkie!” Derpy called out, but Pinkie either didn’t hear or didn’t care. She bounced away, humming happily to herself as she left the prostrate pegasus with a plunger of aphrodisiac in her bowels. The liquid sloshed around whenever she twitched atop the bed, and the tip of the syringe wasn’t going anywhere no matter how hard she flexed and pulsed her rosebud. Derpy gave up after a few minutes of trying, groaning as she fell back onto the sheets. “Great… What have you gotten yourself into, Derpy?” She groaned dejectedly. Eventually, though, the feeling of the liquid in her rear began to abate. Instead, it was replaced by an odd sense of numbness.

It had to have been absorbed. That would explain the feeling she felt. It was spreading through her body, filling her from front to back with it’s chemical mixture. Derpy groaned and writhed atop the bed, wishing she could at least remove the syringe. It was beginning to ache… Or was that something else? Everything down there was kind of fuzzy… She couldn’t really tell what was what anymore. All she knew is it all felt numb. Like it wasn’t her own… When she rubbed her thighs together, she couldn’t feel the way her coat slid against itself. What’s more, her already-pleasured center was beginning to grow wetter. THAT much she could feel. Her sandy-colored tail was beginning to grow damp underneath her. However much she was secreting, it was a lot…

“I’m back!” Pinkie exclaimed, bouncing into the room with a wide smile and a happy tone to her voice.

“Pinkie, I’m… I don’t know if I feel too good…”

“Oh you will, Derpy! Trust me, you will.” She smiled and leaned over the edge of the bed to kiss Derpy briefly. Even that quick, brushing kiss, though, was like a spark to oil. Derpy shuddered when she pulled away, leaving behind a tingling, anticipatory feeling on her lips. It spread slowly, floating through her veins and down to her neck where it slowly faded away. In it’s wake, though, it left a flop sweat, a nervous and eager sort of perspiration. Derpy’s chest began to rise and fall with deep, quick breaths. Low on her stomach, her teats were swelling slightly. The lips of her marehood flared, exposing her glistening and drooling core. The numbness slowly began to fade, replaced instead with the same tingling feeling she felt on her lips and through her neck.

“There we go! It looks like it’s finally kicked in. I guess I can pull this out, then.” Derpy didn’t even register it. When Pinkie extracted the syringe’s tip from her rear, she only knew that something was gone. The numbness was still an issue. “Hmm… I wonder if it’s in full effect yet. Twi told me this stuff would make you scream for pleasure before I ever even touched you. Did I give you too much?”

“Nn… Pinkie, I feel…”

“Whussat? You feel what?!” Pinkie asked excitedly, popping up into Derpy’s vision with a wide grin on her face. Derpy couldn’t put her hoof on it, but she certainly felt something.

“I feel…”

“Yeeeeeeess…?”

“I feel like…”

“Come on, silly! Tell me!”

“I’m on fire!” Derpy’s nerves erupted suddenly. She could feel EVERYthing. The silky-smooth texture of the sheets beneath her, the rough bonds that held her hooves above her head, the way Pinkie’s excited breath washed over her stomach and onto her flanks… Every. Last. Little. Detail. “Pinkie! Pinkie, make it stop! Pinkie, I’m on fire!” She gasped, blabbering senselessly. Pinkie grinned down at her, smiling at the blush that was now painfully obvious on the mailmare’s cheeks.

“There we go. It’s working now.” Pinkie teased, gently laying her hoof on Derpy’s heaving chest. “Relax. Let it happen.” She urged, slowly rubbing a small circle. That simple gesture, just the slight bit of pressure that was slowly being rubbed in a circle, it was enough to send a cold wave of relief straight into her veins. Derpy sagged into the bed, groaning as she felt the flames die down.

But not for long. Derpy felt her fire begin to rise again, making her heart start to pound in her ears…

“Pinkie…” Derpy groaned, writhing atop the bed. “Please…”

“Please what?” Pinkie’s voice was low and sultry, filled with coy promises and teasing delight. Derpy shuddered at the mere sound.

“Touch me?”

“Hmm? I’m already touching you, you silly filly.”

“No, touch me… Down there.”

“What, down here?” Pinkie’s other hoof pressed into Derpy’s knee, well away from the area she was starting to burn in…

“N-no… Higher…”

“Up here?” Pinkie’s hoof slid up from her chest onto her collarbone. While the touch was enough to make her shudder and groan, it wasn’t what she wanted.

“No, not there… Please, Pinkie, I-“

“If you want me to touch you somewhere, you just hafta say it.” Pinkie’s teasing voice nearly drove her over the edge. Derpy couldn’t stand it anymore. She let it loose in a stream of explicit requests, each one as raunchy and dirty as Derpy could possibly imagine. Granted, with her extremely limited sexual experience, it wasn’t much. But she poured her heart, soul, and every desire into it.

“Touch me somewhere, anywhere, everywhere! Lick my cunt, slap my flank, shove your hoof inside of me, I don’t bucking care! Pinkie, please, I wanna cum! I wanna cum so badly! I want you to put this bucking fire out, otherwise I swear I’m gonna burn up and dieeee! Please, just, bucking DO something!”

“There we go!” Pinkie giggled, both her hooves converging on the source of the inferno. Derpy gasped and bucked her hips upwards as the edge of Pinkie’s hoof caught her swollen clit, making a small bit of liquid squirt out of her center. It wasn’t an orgasm, that was just her system going into overdrive. Derpy gasped and bucked her hips straight into the air, shuddering with the rough brand of pleasure.

“Aahn!” She gasped, shivering even as Pinkie began to roughly grind her hoof against her dripping core. The circles she painted sent pulses of pleasure straight into Derpy’s chest, making her feel like she couldn’t get a deep enough breath. Her teats were now rock-hard, standing out from her coat obviously. “Pinkie! I’m cummin’!” Derpy gasped, her muscles twitching every which way. Just a moment after she panted it, she let loose, grunting as her center exploded.

“Holy shit!” Pinkie gasped, pulling her hoof away. No matter, Derpy was mid-orgasm. She could have been miles away from anypony and it wouldn’t have mattered. The pleasure crashed through her veins even as her wet release spattered audibly onto the floor. “Fuck me, that was good!” Pinkie giggled and looked up at Derpy’s blissful expression, the way her tongue lolled out of her mouth heedlessly. Derpy melted into a pool of pleasure, her marehood still dripping and pulsing inbetween her thighs. Her grey coat was now almost completely matted, dark with her juices.

“You thought THAT was good… Just you wait.” Pinkie disappeared once more, leaving a drooling pegasus behind on her bed. Despite how quickly she had just came, Derpy felt the fire build once again, relentlessly rushing through her body. She groaned and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together in a poor attempt at quenching the flames When Pinkie Pie returned, though, she fully crawled up onto the bed with Derpy.

“What are you…”

“Shh.” Pinkie pressed her hoof into Derpy’s lips, silencing the inquisitive pegasus. “I made this myself. It turns out three-day-old bread is REALLY hard, and when you put a condom on it, well…” Derpy glanced downwards, and saw whatever it was Pinkie was wearing.

“Pinkie is that…”

“Eeyup! It’s my very own, super-dooper, ultra-looper baguette-bagged strapon!”

“Oh for the love of Luna…” Derpy groaned and let her head fall back onto the pillow. “Just put it in and let’s be done with this…” Despite her moderate disgust at the fact that Pinkie Pie had fashioned a sex toy out of hard baked goods, she was still under the effects of the drug, and wanted nothing more than to cum again.

“Okie Dokie Loki!” Pinkie adjusted so her hindlegs were inbetween Derpy’s, who readily spread her legs wide to give access to the condom-clad baguette. As Pinkie began to adjust the long, hard rod against her dripping hole, Derpy groaned in anticipation.

“Do it.” She panted, her chest rising and falling.

“Right on! Let’s party!” Pinkie pie’s lips met Derpy’s just as she drove her hips roughly forward. The grey mailmare nearly cried out as the hard rod filled her up, the condom working well to make the bread slide over her slick walls. It felt almost exactly like the stallion-dildo she had at home, for when she was too frisky to do anything productive. Even then, she only used it to achieve a goal, then she would wash it and put it away. Right now, though, she was afire with desire and only Pinkie and her odd baked-good contraption could quench the flames.

“Aahn! Aah! Haah!” Each thrust drove Pinkie’s hips straight down into Derpy’s own, making her gasp and grunt in time. Pinkie kissed her now and then, their tongues wrestling for a moment before backing off, crying out a few times, then meeting once more.

“You know,” Pinkie gasped inbetween makeout sessions, even as her hips moved in a perfect rhythm. “You pegasus are awfully skinny. If you put some meat on your bones, you might be able to handle a beating like this!”

“Shut up and fuck me!” Derpy gasped, her entire body shaking under the force of Pinkie’s thrust. The pink earth pony had the stamina inherent to all of her race, and started to deliver more and more rough, relentless thrusts. Derpy took it like a champ, though. A long childhood of clumsiness had dulled her to most forms of pain, and made her tough. Aside from Rainbow Dash and her numerous crashes, Derpy was probably the toughest pegasus in Ponyville. Maybe in all of Equestria.

After all, if she could survive High School cloudball, she could survive fucking Pinkie Pie.

“Harder!” Derpy gasped, lifting her hips into the next few thrusts. Doing so bent the baguette at an odd angle, thrusting it up into Pinkie’s crotch. She got a gasp in return, but Pinkie hardly even faltered. Leave it to earth ponies to take a blow like that in stride. If it had been some namby-pamby unicorn, they probably would have came right then an there. Instead, Pinkie rode the feeling, grinding her own dripping crotch down against the latex-clad loaf of bread. Derpy grunted, feeling her walls filled and voided in an instant. Multiple times per second, the was subjected to Pinkie’s thrusts, the pink mare ruthless in her ministrations. The flames were slowly being quelled, and Derpy began to come down from her high.

Two orgasms and a position switch later, Derpy let loose the last bit of release she could muster. Pinkie’s hoof twiddled her clit from behind, even as the prodigious amount of liquid spilled forth. Derpy shuddered under the sudden voiding, her muscles completely tapped. Lathered with sweat, dripping cum, and completely exhausted, Derpy passed out…

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“Hey, Pinkie!” Derpy pushed through the door to Sugarcube Corner with a smile and a happy bounce to her step. Pinkie bounced behind the counter excitedly as the mailmare approached.

“Derpy! Ohmigawsh, are you here to deliver a package?! Please tell me you’re here to deliver a package! I’ve been waiting on one for like, for-EVER!” She beamed, looking expectantly at the pegasus.

“Yup! Straight from Baltimare, this one’s been addressed to Sugarcube Corner!” Derpy grasped the package in her mouth, wrestling it out of her saddlebags. The box was hefty and rather wide, and she had some difficulty maneuvering it onto the counter. Pinkie pie, meanwhile, went to draw the blinds on the store and flip the sign around to “Closed.”

“Oh goody! I’ve been waiting for this one! C’mon, let’s open it!”

“Eer, did you get this for us?” Derpy asked, arching an eyebrow inquisitively. Since Pinkie was drawing the blinds and closing the store, she could only assume what this meant… She hoped it didn’t, since she still had two more deliveries to make and it was close to sundown…

“Mmhmm!” Pinkie tore open the packaging, grinning as she opened the box underneath. “Y’see,” Her hooves pried the flaps open, ripping the tape up as she revealed the contents. “Since you liked it so much last time, I figured we could do it again!”

“Oh no…”

“Hey Derpy?!” Pinkie beamed, lifting the package out of the box. It was long. And very, very thick. “Want a muffin?”

-----Notes from the Author------

Fuck me, why did I write that…?

The original request called for Derpy to be tied up in a barn with Pinkie Pie, but I couldn’t figure out a way for the two of them to logically be in a barn. So I took an out. My apologies to the requestee.

Also, I tried to make it funny. Yeah, I can’t write comedy. I suck at it >.> As such, I suck at writing Pinkie Pie.

This chapter had some undertones of rape, didn’t it? O.o

Well, I guess it’s my liberty to take some creative license with requests? Again, my apologies to the requestee. I had honestly written about 4k words before I even went back to look at the original request.