Dear Diary,

As awesome as this is, I might need a break…

These last two days had been quite eventful, to be sure. Now, however, I was a little nervous that Sweetie Belle was going to be disappointed with me. I could only do so much a day and I felt like I might just have reached that limit with this most recent little incident. Hadn’t that happened, I think I would have been fine, but it did happen and now I felt I tired.

What was I supposed to do while I waited? Arriving early without any stamina wouldn’t do. Sure, an hour and a half wouldn’t be quite enough to push me past what might be my limit, but it was better than, say, fifteen minutes.

Maybe I should stop by the farm and intro- No! that was out of the question. Why had my mind even gone there? Jeez, that thing really acted strange at times. I was not about to willingly go near this Big Macintosh fella in the foreseeable future, after what I had heard about him from Twilight. A guy that pulls a house after himself and I fucked his younger, teenage sister? Hehe, not going to happen.

What other options did I have? I could take a trip to Sugarcube Corner, though that would be a little awkward with Mrs. Cake. Especially if her husband was there. Maybe I should visit Rarity? And then end the visit by going out and fucking her younger sister… Maybe not.

“Wait a minute,” I told myself. When did I reach the conclusion that what was going to happen at the Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse was sex? I mean, it looked like it might involve that, based on the circumstances of this whole deal, but wasn’t that a strange conclusion to simply assume? Granted, I couldn’t exactly come up with any better ideas, but still.

Ah, forget about it, it was probably not important what my mind told me about that right now: I had still fucked Sweetie Belle just yesterday and I wasn’t all that eager to be in Rarity’s presence… that wasn’t quite true. I clearly wouldn’t mind being in her presence, even clothed she had been a stunning sight. What I didn’t want was to put myself in a situation where I spilled to her that I had boned her sister, in an orgy with her friends, at their clubhouse yesterday. Somehow I didn’t see that being something she would be very pleased with.

“Hey!”

What just happened? I could have sworn I saw Pinkie stick her head into my field of vision… from above me? Nonono, I had to be seeing things. Well, surely I was seeing things, but that must have been a trick played on my mind by something. Like… an old bearded guy sitting on the top of a roof, zapping me with his horn to fuel his dark humor.

“Hey! Up here!”

I looked up at the source of Pinkie’s voice and the only conclusion I could reach was that I had to be dreaming. There was no other option, unless the old bearded guy hypothesis was right, which was a distinct possibility in a world where people could do magic with their horns or be born with wings that allowed them to fly. Or had both, like in Twilight’s case.

What made me reach this conclusion? Well, Pinkie was sitting on her knees. In the air. Right above my head. Smiling down at me and eating something that looked like it once was a baby blue cupcake decorated with something that resembled actual sapphires. One of them even fell on my head, much to my annoyance.

“Did you like your spa day as much as I enjoyed watching it? Oh, what am I saying? You can’t answer that, because you don’t know how much I enjoyed watching it!”

Pinkie floated down to what I would consider a comprehendible position. Which meant that she decided to not defy the laws of physics for a little while and having to stand on the ground like people such as myself. And I thought I had started to get some sense about this girl by now. I should have known better.

“Here, take a look at how much I enjoyed watching you at your spa day!”

She pulled out something that looked like a touch screened cellphone form a pocket in her skirt, pushed on it a few times and gave it to me. My eyes opened a little wider as I saw a video, clearly view from Pinkie’s one free hand, where was in what looked like the basket of a hot air balloon outside the window to the spa, lying on her back and fingering herself, and occasionally throwing glances into the room where I could see Aloe and Lotus work on me. Somehow I started to feel blood start to flow back to the man between my legs.

As enticing as that video was, I couldn’t help but find myself wondering why she had filmed it. Did she know this situation would come? Or was it just something she had taped to share and it happened to be that clip? My head started to hurt again and I gave her the phone back.

“So, did you enjoy it as much as I did watching it?”

That was a good question; Pinkie looked like she had enjoyed herself, and the view, a whole lot in that video. Well, not really that good of a question, as I had been pleasured by two young, sexy women and Pinkie had been limited to play with her own hand and fingers.

“I dunno, Pinkie, did your experience beat having sex?”

“Ahh! That is a good point! It wasn’t as good as sex, even though it was pretty damn good! That means you must have had an even better time than I had, which makes me so happy!”

Pretty much as clockwork she had jumped on me and now held me in a squeezing hug, though there was an upside. In pure reflex I had tried to get my hands up in front of me to protect myself, but I hadn’t been quite fast enough, so now my hands were stuck on Pinkie’s chest. A small consolation for not being able to breathe very easily, I supposed. I couldn’t help but rub my fingers against her nipples through the cloth, an action that was met with laughter from the pink girl.

“Pinkie Pie! Get! Off! Me!”

“Aww, you’re starting to sound a little like Rainbow Dash…”

For fuck sake, could you just get off already? As much I as like your perky nipples, they are not worth suffocating over! Jeez, I wish I had the air left in my lounges to say that, but it was probably for the best that I didn’t. The thought of Sad Pinkie returned to my mind and that make me shake I horror.

After a few more moments, and a change in the color of my face from the strange feeling it started to give me, she seemed to get the idea and loosened the grip. And remained in the air for a little while after she had let me go. That old bearded guy had to be around here somewhere still.

“Oh, that made me remember something!”

I had no idea what she meant by that, but knowing her that wouldn’t matter; she’d be more than happy to explain it to me in a way that didn’t really make a whole lot of sense if I asked. Better to just wait and see. Or in this case wait and then find yourself being dragged after this pink girl in a familiar fashion. Now all I needed to know was which part of the town would I be on the ground when she finally stopped.

**

Pinkie stopped running in a much more controlled fashion than she had before, allowing me to remain on my feet and in balance. My breath was quite heavy and I felt the sweat on my forehead. The sign suggested we were outside of Sugarcube Corner. Well, by the time I actually realized this was where I was, we had already passed through the front door and into the shop itself.

“Hello, dears,” Mrs. Cake smiled at us when we came in and I could feel a rush of blood go to my cheeks. Our last encounter had ended in a rather awkward way, after all. She didn’t seem to dwell on that though, luckily. “What can I get you?”

“Nothing, Mrs. Cake, I’m just here to pick up some of the stuff I set aside for my friends,” Pinkie let go of my hand and jumped over the counter, and took out one of those rainbow colored cupcakes she had given to me and Rainbow Dash earlier today. This couldn’t be good news, could it?

“Yes, Pinkie… about those…” Mrs. Cake started, but didn’t look like she was entirely sure how to continue. “The ingredients… Are you sure those things are healthy?”

“Of course I am, Mrs. Cake,” the pink one giggled and walked back over to me. “I’ve already fed him and Rainbow Dash, and they are still just fine. Yes Ma’am, no problems the whole day. Well, except that since Rainbow Dash was in heat in pretty much made her an uncontrollable monster who forced my friend here to mate with her… but other than that it didn’t have any side effects.”

I could see that this made no more sense to Mrs. Cake than it would have made to me, if I didn’t see the result first hand. Her mouth was left halfway open as she watched us leave the shop, and, probably from Pinkie’s forwardness about what had happened between me and Rainbow Dash, she had a slight blush to her. And I was pretty sure I saw her shake her head just before the door closed.

Pinkie, actually walking this time instead of dragging me along as she ran, led me in the direction I would have to go to get to the Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse, still with the cupcake in hand. I was more than a little nervous for what she planned to do with it, considering how poorly Rainbow had reacted to it. Okay, she had reacted in a way I thoroughly enjoyed and I would feed her another one if I had the chance, but not right now that I had had sex three times in less than twelve hours. Which was the key part to this whole tirade, that really didn’t have that much meaning, inside my head while I worried about what Pinkie planned to do with that Divine Cupcake.

“Eat up!”

In my moment of self-distraction Pinkie found the time to force a part of the Divine Cupcake into my mouth… and help me chew with her free hand. Safe to say, I already knew that I didn’t really have any choice in eating this, even if I tried. At this point, I felt somewhat obligated to go along with whatever it was Pinkie wanted to do. Just out of the sheer fear of what might happen if I didn’t. And the fact that I really couldn’t complain about what it had led to, with amount of sexy-fun-times I had had the last two days. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to question the why’s of eating this cupcake.

“Pinkie,” I said as soon as I managed to get free of her and take the partially eaten treat out of my mouth. “Exactly what do you think will happen if I eat this? It didn’t exactly have a whole lot of effect on me before.”

“Silly, the cupcake you ate was to get you horny, which you clearly didn’t need help with, but this one I made so you could have more sex! If you’re anything like guys from around here, you’d need it if you’re to hold up your end of your bargain with Sweetie Belle!”

I was now officially seeing Pinkie as one of the weirdest combinations of cute and fun and oh so creepy. But if this cupcake did do what she said, I couldn’t really blame her. I was more worried about something else.

“How did you know about that?”

“I talked to Sweetie Belle of course. Duh!”

Right, the obvious answer: The one who agreed to keep this secret told her about it. How did I not instantly come to that conclusion without even thinking about it? Well, when the bargain was mentioned I did start to wonder what the point was. I mean, Twilight already knew and so did Pinkie and they were both friends of the older siblings of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. It was just a matter of time before this would get out anyway.

“So eat up and get your ass out to the Cutie Mark Crusader’s clubhouse!”

With a very happy and cheerful smile she gave me a hug and shot off to somewhere, leaving a pink trail after her. I blinked a few times, to make sure that my eyes worked, but there was truly no point in that. Surely Pinkie Pie would continue to do stuff that made me question reality. I might as well come to terms with that sooner rather than later, so I took another bite of the cupcake.

**

I walked through the apple trees. It wasn’t quite sundown yet, but with Pinkie’s cupcake, assuming it worked; I might as well arrive a little earlier. Besides, I didn’t exactly have a lot of other things I could do in the meantime. Before long the somewhat familiar sight of the clubhouse, which on the outside looked like a glorified description of a decent tree hut, came out between the trees.

I didn’t see any lights or figures in the windows. Was no one here yet? Didn’t matter to me, I could use the time to take a nap while I waited. Maybe Sweetie Belle would be busy at home, with her older sister, so she couldn’t come and I could use the evening and night to rest.

Sweetie Belle busy with Rarity… now that was a pleasant thought to imagine. I couldn’t help but to let my fantasy run a little wild with it as I walked the path up towards the door. They looked so very much alike, and to see them tangled together, kissing and pressing themselves against each other, was a fantasy among the finest. To see Rarity show Sweetie Belle how to “properly” pleasure another woman…

“Mhmmm!”

A muffled sound, which I had to admit I wanted to damn right now, broke my fantasy and trapped my attention back in the world around me. It sounded like it had come from inside the clubhouse.

I decided I shouldn’t just burst in through the door, just to be safe, but rather take a look through one of the windows and assess the situation. A single muffled voice was far from enough to get a view of just what went on. As I neared the window, which happened to be open, I could hear a similar sound, just more frequent and at a lower volume. What on earth was going on in there?”

“Oh…” my response to what I saw was delivered at a volume even I had trouble hearing. No wonder, with the scene before me though.

On the bed of the clubhouse, I saw Sweetie Belle and another girl, this one with brown-orange-ish skin and hair with two different colors of pink, one light and one darker. The girl I didn’t know didn’t have wings or a horn, but she was tied up and the ankles and her hands behind her back. Or that was at least what it looked like. Her back, well more accurately her ass, was turned to me, with Sweetie Belle standing on her knees right behind her, wearing black leather panties.

Sweetie Belle had her hands firmly planted on the other girls hips as she pushed her own back and forth, which in turn prompted the sounds I had heard on my way up to the clubhouse. Muffled moans? A tied up girl? Sweetie Belle standing behind her and working what was probably a strap-on? I had expected Sweetie to be into at least one fetish, but bondage? Wait, no; that actually didn’t seem out of place at all.

Almost instantly after I was able to make out what it was I saw, I felt that the blood had started to pump my member up at a high speed, to make sure it was ready if given the “all clear” to join in on this lovely little scene.

Sweetie Belle leaned forward and pulled something back; a fabric of sorts that had been used to gag the other girl. The stranger was slowly being forced back to a position where she too had to stand on her knees. Sweetie Belle leaned in, to what was probably her ear, and said something.

“You enjoy this, don’t you Babs? You like it when someone just does whatever they want with you!”

Her left hand found Babs breast and pinched the nipple, getting another muffled moan.

“I told you to be quiet until given permission!”

Sweetie Belle was a bit scary as she started to twist it further, before she let go and gave Babs a slap in the face. While it didn’t look like something that she would do if she tried to harm her, how Babs flinched and whimpered made me sure that Sweetie Belle wasn’t holding back more than absolutely necessary. The two of them changed position a little bit, giving me a better view of what was going on between them.

Babs was forcefully pushed back down and Mistress Belle pulled the toy out of her, before choosing to press it against the hole that would be, in their current position, right above the one she left. Babs threw her head, as far as it got, around to see what was going on. Her freckled face was turned to me and I saw that her eyes were wide open.

Mistress Belle pushed forward and was met by a whimpering sound, much louder than before despite the gag. Her left hand went forward again, but this time it took a hold of her hair and used it to help herself push forward.

“You love this, don’t you? Me pounding your ass like that? No? Then why are you so wet?”

Gloatingly Sweetie Belle used her right index and middle finger to penetrate Babs vaginal lips, before she pulled them out and licked them clean. Then she started to push and retract her hips at an increased pace. Babs whimpering started to fade out, probably getting used to the treatment Mistress Belle gave her, though it didn’t quite disappear.

“Damn!” I unknowingly let the words get past my lips. Sweetie Belle stiffened up for a moment, before she saw that it was I who stood and looked at them through the window like a Peeping Tom. With the same sinister smile she had given me back at Rarity’s shop, she waved for me to come inside.

Hastily I started to climb in through the window. My mind didn’t allow me to take the three steps to the door, just in case the scene before me changed in the time I was gone. Sometimes I really had to question the workings of my own mind, it rarely made any sense.

A few short seconds later I was inside the room with the two girls. On the floor around me I could see a few different whips, at least 5 different sized dildos, a gagball with holes for breathing and straps to fasten it, a long rope that looked like a part had been cut off and a pair of handcuffs. But right now that didn’t hold my attention for more than a split second.

I walked over to the bed, taking off my shirt on the way, and leaned in towards Babs’ face. I couldn’t help but to let my right hand land on her hindquarters, before making its way up towards her head. It stopped and felt her breast on the way.

She started to make some motions with her head in Sweetie Belle’s direction while trying to say something, but the fabric in her mouth made it impossible to understand. Curious, I leaned in a little further, to obscure Mistress Belle’s view of her mouth, and pulled the gag just far enough out to let her whisper.

“Help me turn the situation on her and I’ll make sure you’ll have the time of your life.”

As soon as I heard what she said, I let go of the gag to silence her and started to fondle her again.

“Did you like the show?”

Sweetie Belle asked me as she continued to pound Babs ass. I nodded. I had really enjoyed watching them. But now I wanted in on the action. And I couldn’t help but to think that turning the scrip on Sweetie Belle would be a lot more fun that to get in on Babs.

“When I’m done with her ass, you can have it. Babs loves to be handled like this.”

Okay, that did it. It would just be too funny to flip this around to skip on, in addition to the promised benefits. I walked behind Sweetie Belle and started to massage her breasts.

“Oh, so you want to play with me right no- woah! What are you doing?”

Quickly, after I had gotten my arms around her, I moved my hands up behind her neck, locking her arms, before I started to pull her away from Babs. Once the toy was free from Babs behind, I let Mistress Belle go for but a moment, so I could get my hands on the handcuffs I had seen just a moment ago.

She had, as soon as I had let her go, jumped back to Babs, this time pleasuring her with her tongue. Obviously knowing what was to come, she had her hands ready on her back for me to trap in the handcuffs. I didn’t hesitate to put them on, before I started to untie Babs hands.

Once that was done I took a hold of Sweetie Belle, and pulled her back to give Babs a little room to move in. While the pink haired girl continued to untie herself, I picked up where I had left off with Belle. My hands rested on her small breasts as I pinched and rubbed her nipples, while I rubbed my loins against her hindquarters.

“Time for you to be the gagged one,” Babs said and tied the same fabric she had had in Sweetie Belle’s mouth and pulled the strap-on off her, before she turned to me. “Lift her up a little; we’re going to have some real fun with her.”

I did as she asked and immediately Babs reached in and started to unbutton my pants and pulled out my member. With a sinister smile, not unlike that I had come to recognize as Sweetie Belle’s, she took it and directed it in between Sweetie Belle’s legs.

Wait, that hole? I had been prepared to do her the same way as the first time, but now Babs pressed me against the other entrance. Would it even fit? Even the front door had been really tight…

The thought disappeared almost instantly as Babs pushed my head inside. I started to slowly push in. All along the way Sweetie Belle’s inside hugged me tightly. When I was halfway buried in her I stopped and started to pull out again, before going in once more. After the fifth try, I felt my balls touch against her ass. Suppressed moans and whimpers, muffled by the fabric, escaped Sweetie Belle.

Meanwhile Babs had started to put on the black leather panties with the toy in front. With a hungry expression, she came up to us as close as she could, before she rubbed the tip against Sweetie’s slit. With a wink to me, the freckled girl forced the entire length inside our mutual friend.

I could feel the toy enter as it pressed against me and I tried to match its movements as it went in and out, though on my end Sweetie was so tight that it took a little time to move. And every time I had pulled out to the edge of my head, I could feel Sweetie tighten up, as if to prevent me from taking it out, before she loosened up, as much as that was possible, when I started to push in.

Babs’ hands found their way to the back of my head and pulled it towards her on the left side of Sweetie’s head, and locked my lips with hers. As we moved in and out of the girl between us, our tongues wrestled and massaged one another.

Green light, which I recognized to be Sweetie Belle’s magic, took a hold of Babs’ head and pulled her away from me. I also saw that she had removed her gag, so her moans were no longer muffled. Babs smiled and did what she could to shut her up again.

As Sweetie Belle adjusted to me being inside her I started to pick up the pace, almost to the point that I managed to keep up with Babs’ toy. Pinkie’s potion really did work, though I felt that I wouldn’t be able to hang in there much longer. The pressure had started to become quite intense.

My hands, which I had subconsciously placed on Babs’ hips, now found their way to Sweetie Belle’s chest again and found that Babs’ were at the same height, pressed against them. With my thumb and index fingers, I took hold of those of both and started to twist. The girls continued to moan into each other.

“Coming already, are we?” Babs broke the kiss and pulled away, replacing the toy with her hand. “You must really love getting your ass filled, don’t you?”

Sweetie Belle nodded with the simple “mhm”, before she tried to kiss Babs once more. I couldn’t help it, but this pushed me over the edge earlier than expected. Load after load shot into her and started to tickle down at the side of my member. Maybe more roughly than intended, I pulled out of Sweetie Belle and pushed both of the girls back down on the bed.

With the last few moments I had available, I jumped after them and placed myself between Sweetie Belle’s cheeks. As I continued to rub back and forth, I sprayed what I had left onto her lower back, before I rolled over to the side. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep was Babs starting to lick it off, then all went black.