The Harassment Chronicles
Pinkie Party

3 weeks ealier…

"Oh my god… my fucking head." Phillip groaned as he rubbed his throbbing temples. He wasn't too sure where he was, feeling himself in some bed. Every inch of his body ached, bruises covering him and the feeling of being sticky thick as molasses between his legs. His head was under the covers, sunlight streaming through the blanket as he pulled his head out. Looking around, he saw someone else was in the bed with him. Someone kinda chubby.

"Oh… oh… shit." He scooted away from the figure, looking under the blanket to check to see if he still had his pants on. He didn't.

"No, no, no." He put his head in his hands, slowly sliding out of the bed. Before he could get out however, a soft hand was gripping his arm.

"Where do you think you're going funny pants?" Came a squeaky, girly voice, him looking down to see his friend Pinkie.

"Uh-oh… did we…"

"Mh-hm. All night. In the tush. You were really great." She pulled him back into the bed, snuggling against his arm. He hot nipples pressed against his bare flesh, the undeniably arousing feeling make him blush hard.

"Heh, heh… wait, we had anal sex all night?"

"Yep."

"…why?" She giggled profusely, pushing her face into his neck and licking him.

"You and me got a little crazy at the party last night. Some ponies drank a little too much cider and some humans had a little too much of those happy herbs you brought."

"Oh yeah… the weed." The very faint memories start flooding his head, the hazy memories barely coming back to him.

"Ugh… what time is it?" She looked back at a small little clock on the nightstand.

"Twelve thirty." He sighed and started to slip out of her grasp, standing before her completely naked as she kept her eyes on his messy crotch. He could feel her eyes on him as he looked about for his pants, only finding the hard wood floor and panties.

"Where are my clothes?" She didn't answer as she simply kept her eyes nailed to him. He searched about, looking under the bed, around it, behind it and all around the room.

"Where are my clothes?!" He asked a bit more forcefully, seeing that the pink pony was still smiling at his goodies.

"I dunno. Can hardly remember anything from last night." She sighed and rolled over in bed, rubbing her legs together as a hand visibly drifted down to rub between them. Phillip honestly felt like maybe he should get back in bed, seeing a rather attractive mare rubbing off to him was rather inviting he had to admit. Before he could decide however, the pink pony gasped loudly, giving a giggle.

"OOOH! Somethin's ticklin me!" She squealed, reaching under the covers and pulling something out from between her cheeks. It was his ringing cellphone.

"Oh, I think this is yours cuddle bomb." He took it and winced slightly at first, making sure not to touch it to his face.

"Yeah?"

"Where the hell are you Phillip?! I've been waiting at Octavia's house for an hour for you to pick me up!"

"Shit…." He groaned again, hearing his brother on the line.

"Terrance… look I'm sorry man. I-I guess I just got caught up in something."

"I'd suggest you get a move on before I walk myself home and break your monitor in half!" He was pissed. Really pissed.

"Terrance! Dude just chill out I'll be right over!"

"You got 15 minutes!" There was a loud click as he hung up, Phillip rubbing his head in stress.

"Do you have some clothes I can borrow if you don't know where mine are? I gotta go like right now!" She looked up at him dreamily, giving a sigh and pointing to the dresser.

"Clothes are in there silly." She giggled as he quickly turned around to see an old, hard wood dresser. Quickly flinging it open he found only girl clothes, most likely belonging to the mare behind him.

"Uh… these aren't mine." He said as he removed a rather thin shirt with "Loose" written across the chest. The mare only giggled, still rubbing herself rather suggestively under the covers.

"Unless you want your computer thingy broken that's the best I got." She mewed as she rolled her hips, licking her lips.

"Or you could just hop back in bed with Pinkie. That's always an option." He groaned, pulling out the clothes and putting them on. With the lack or underwear, the jeans were far less than comfortable. He looked exceptionally silly, the shirt baggy on his chest and pants tight around his backside, no socks or shoes to even speak of.

"Aaaaw, sad to see you go." Pinkie whimpered behind him, watching as he turned and somewhat waddled to the door.

"I-I'm sorry but… shit I got no excuse. Just know that a SLC6000 in Equestria is WAY more expensive than one on Earth!" He moved behind the door, peeping in just before he closed it all the way.

"I promise we'll do this again babe." He smirked and winked, getting a wink from her and closing the door.

With the coast clear Pinkie let out a quiet moan, pulling his underwear out from under the covers and pressing it to her face. She huffed it deeply and loudly, her eyes narrowing as she took in the musk.

"Oooooooh that's the good stuff." She squeaked as she moved more of his clothes up from under the covers, hugging them against her squishy body and squeeing happily.

"Full collection!"

Phillip rushed out of the absolutely trashed bakery, glad to see that most of the party's attendance we're still out cold as he grabbed his keys from the hook and rushing to his old car. What model it was he and brother didn't know, they knew it was old, stupid and 100% vagina repellent. Never the less, cars were rare and extremely expensive in Equestria, not many ponies even knew what a car was. He started the noisy thing up, probably waking up the whole block as he started to drive slowly off to the one road for cars in the middle of town. Usually Terrance could just walk home, but Octavia's house was near the very edge of town. Their apartment was a good half hour's walk from their apartment, with the snow and whipping winds he knew Terrance wasn't going to bother with that if he could make Phillip come get him. The car quickly covered the distance in 5 minutes though, Phillip parking it in front of the small house and slumping in his seat.

"Oh my god… so tired… can't do this." He grumbled as he saw two figures approaching from the right.

"Thanks for having me Tavi, Are we still meeting tomorrow for practice?"

"Oh it was no issue at all Terrance… but um… I was wondering I could perhaps… go home with you today? Vinyl's still out touring and it's rather lonely in the house."

"Bleedin christ, just bonk already!" He groaned loudly from in the car, getting one hell of death stare from Terrance.

"Sure. It's better than spending all day alone with this little twat." He opened the trunk and deposited his violin, a rather excited looking grey mare climbing in the back. He went around and got in the passenger seat, looking to his younger brother behind the wheel. He immediately stifled laughter.

"Bug off." He grumbled as now even the fancy pony was holding back her giggles.

"You reek Phillip." He said as he leaned back his seat, watching his disgruntled sibling grip the wheel tighter.

"I had a long night."

"A long night you were supposed to spend at home. I told you not go to that party." He was now done laughing, giving his brother a sharp stare.

"Well… I got pussy and you didn't. So over all I think someone who isn't me is in the wrong here." Terrance and Octavia exchanged disgusted looks, Phillip getting an open palm in the back of the head.

"Ah! Mum said no hitting when we're driving!" He yelled to Terrance.

"I didn't hit you." His brother retorted, Octavia giving him another smack on the back of the head.

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With Octavia and Terrance settled into the living room to do boring shit Phillip climbed up the small flight of stairs into his room. Quickly he stripped out of his clothes and jumped into the bathroom. With a sigh he started up the water for the shower and inspected himself in the mirror. There were obvious black bags under his eyes, his face red with stress and hair a horrible mess. The least he could say is that he didn't have a dick drawn on it like last time. Assuming the water was warm he hopped into the shower, letting the steamy liquid run over his tired, abused body.

"Aaaah… I needed that." He scrubbed the filth out of himself, the soapy suds piling up at the drain as he laid down to relax. The steamy water gushed over him as he felt a few joints crack, him letting out a slight grunt as he stretched.

Luckily, since he was in the shower, Phillip pulled over some time to think. Something he was often told he never did.

"What was that Pink Mare's name? Pinkie… um… Pinkie Pee? No, no that's just retarded. Er… Pinkie Po? Damn it. This is gonna bother me all day." Running his fingers through his short hair he closed his eyes and slid down the smooth plastic basin's wall a little further. Squeaks followed his movements as he laid flat on his back. While he wasn't exactly listening for anything, he did catch a knocking sound from the other side of his bathroom door. He peeped over the wall of the basin, listening for more noises. Quickly he was greeted with the sound of something being dropped on the floor.

"Celestia damn it!" Came a muffled voice from behind the door, now really catching his attention. He shut off the water, hearing the noises stop abruptly.

"Who's in my room?" He questioned the door sharply, hearing a slight shuffle of footsteps. Quickly he got up and wrapped a towel round his hips, opening the door swiftly and looking around. Only seeing his rather messy room he huffed, an angry expression stuck on his face.

"The hell was that?" He scanned around one more time, his old paintball trophy laying on the floor in two pieces. He barely had any time to move towards it before something smashed into the side of his neck skillfully, knocking him out cold.

"ACK." He fell to the floor with a visceral thump, the perpetrator hanging from the ceiling.

"Huh… that was easy." Scootaloo said calmly as she dropped to the floor quietly, pulling something small from her pocket and sticking it to the underside of Phillip's bed.

"Pinkie I've got the tracker in place. Moving to complete secondary objective."

"Roger that sneaky fast. Make sure you get used pairs. Clean boxers aren't what I'm looking for." She made her way over to what she assumed was his laundry hamper, opening it and digging through it with up turned nose. She removed all the boxers she could find, placing them in her bag.

"Ick… alright I got a few pairs. Extracting now." She opened the window she came in through, climbing out and making her way down the wall.

"Super! Your payment will be on the counter at Sugarcube Corner."

"With the 20 cupcakes?"

"Of course sneaky!"

"Righteous."

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Phillip picked himself up later that day, rubbing his bruised neck and groaning.

"Holy fuck… what happened?" He cracked his back and dropped his towel, moving towards his dresser and getting out his good lazy clothes. Finding himself appropriately dressed he made his way down the stairs, the sounds of his brother's violin filling the air along with the soft crackles of the fire place. He peered into the living room, seeing Terrance and Octavia sitting on the floor with pencils and paper between them.

"What are you two doing?" He asked, completely confused.

"How many times to I have to tell you? I'm trying to get into the Canterlot Symphony." He said as he rolled his eyes, writing down notes as Octavia did the same.

"I though Mum and dad told you not to until you finish school."

"I'm 22 years old. I can make my own decisions." He pushed with an irritated tone, picking up his instrument and playing out what he just wrote. Phillip simply rolled his eyes, turning towards the kitchen and grabbing something to eat.

"Hey, you guys see something or someone coming through here?" He asked a bit nervously, removing a soda.

"What kind of question is that?" Terrance retorted, not even looking up from his finger board before laying his instrument down.

"I dunno… it's just that I came out of the shower and then… it felt like someone just punched me right in the neck." Both shot him strange glances, Octavia looking particularly weirded out.

"Punched you in the neck?" Terrance said, his eyes moving to the part in question.

"Is there a bruise? It hurts like a mother." Phillip craned his neck a bit, wincing in pain as he exposed a deep purple blotch.

"Ouch…" Was all he said, Phillip cracking open soda.

"Does it look bad?"

"Looks like someone shot you in the bloody neck, what on Earth did you do at that party last night?"

"I told you! I went, got laid, came back, and something caught me in the neck!" His brother rolled his eyes, picking his instrument back up.

"Maybe you should lay down for a bit. You're starting to freak me out."

"Lie down? It's the afternoon."

"Uh…" With a look of disbelief Phillip turned about, checking the clock built onto the wall.

"9 PM?! How long was I out?!"

"All day stupid." Octavia said quietly as she watched his brother play, her tail wagging gently. Phillip rubbed his forehead roughly, completely baffled.

"How'd you let me lay on the floor for 8 hours?!" He questioned sharply, Terrance hitting a sour note at his words.

"I thought you were on another League of Legends binge." With an exasperated groan he turned around again, replacing his soda with a beer.

"Like I said, you might just want to go to bed."

"I'm not tired." He huffed angrily, going back upstairs and chugging his drink. He came back into his room and gave another groan, flopping on his bed and staring at the ceiling.

"Fuck maybe I'm tired." With the softly echoing sounds of his brother's violin and Octavia's giggles he drifted off to sleep, drooling on his pillow.

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The next morning he was up early. Or… relatively early. Phillip sat at the breakfast table by 9 AM, watching his brother cook. The sound of the shower running in the background caught his ear, making him look back.

"Who's in the shower?"

"Tavi." He smiled at his brother, feeling a bit clever this morning.

"She stays here so often I'd think there was something going on between you." Terrance froze entirely, looking back slowly.

"Are you implying something good sir?"

"Is it that hard to figure out?" Both of them stared at each other intently, neither blinking.

"Phillip."

"Yeah?" Terrance paused only a second, slowly tipping over Phillip's piping hot coffee into his lap.

"AH! FUCK!" He yelled as he jumped out of his chair, his brother laughing to himself.

"I told you not to question it Phillip." He watched as he danced about, rubbing his crotch to try and strain the burning hot liquid out.

"Ah! Ah! Still tender! Ah!" He yipped as he finally stopped, taking a breath.

"Warm, warm… cold." He started to move towards the stairs to change out of wet garmets.

"I swear if I got blisters I'm burning that violin!" His brother laughed as he scooped up breakfast from the stove, placing on a plate as he heard the bathroom door open.

"Terrance? You out there?" Came Octavia's voice, a hint of nervousness in it.

"Yeah, breakfast is up too." There was a slight shuffle as Phillip found himself opposite of the kitchen, watching a towel clad Tavi come out of the bathroom just as he was out of her view.

"There's something I need to show you." She said quietly, meeting Terrance's wide eyed gaze.

"Uuuuh…" She threw off the towel, exposing her damp, nakedness to him. Phillip stifled a spout of insane laughter as his dumbfounded brother fainted and promptly tumbled to the floor.

"Heh heh… fag." He muttered quietly under his breath, going upstairs before the embarrassed pony could spot him. He quickly changed into good pants, throwing the other pair into a hamper he swore was full yesterday. Deciding to ignore the ever exciting world of laundry, he hopped on his desk top instead.

"Finally, time for League!" He said with a smile, opening the launcher and logging in. He was about to pick his champion before his phone started vibrating and ringing. Picking it up, he saws the number wasn't recognized.

"Hello?"

"Hey funny pants!" He recoiled from the small device, one still smelling girl juices and second his ears being blown out by that pile of bubble gum.

"Who's this?" He questioned, hearing a giggle on the other side.

"Who else? It's me, Pinkie silly!" He couldn't help but smile a bit, having an idea of why she might be calling.

"Well hey there babe! What's up?"

"I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over. Have a little fun with your good friend Pinkie." She said as happily as ever, Phillip already standing up to gather his things.

"I can be over in 5 minutes." With a giggle on her side she hung up, Phillip throwing on his shirt and jacket quick as possible. After locating his car keys he was quick to go passed a blushing Tavi and Terrance and into the car.

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He was there in far less than 5 minutes, the morning traffic being next to nothing with the insistently freezing weather. He knocked on the door excitedly, a smile painting his face and erection in his pants. The door flew open to reveal pink thing herself. With a sudden gasp she pulled him into the dark room of the bakery, holding him freakishly close with both hands on his shirt.

"You're early pillow boy!" She giggled, pulling him into an intense kiss before he could even respond. Not that he minded though. She held his shirt tightly, probably wrinkling it as she dug her snoot into his face. Her tongue was ravenous as it pushed into his mouth, rubbing and probing every single teeny tiny corner and crevice she could. He had since moved his hands to wrap them around her midsection, rubbing gently into her back and avoiding touching her tush just yet. They both bumped and rubbed against each other, her belly pushing into him along with her impressive breasts. The warm masses squishing against his chest while she aggressively pushed into him with adorable squeaks and quiet moans. He felt himself running out of air rather fast though, breaking the kiss with a wet "pop" and panting before her as she still went in for the nuzzle.

"Won't other people see us?" He asked as she wetly nuzzled him all over his neck and face, her hands fooling about with the hair on the back of his head.

"Nnnnope! I closed the store early since the cakes our out. Just you and me Mister." She cooed softly, licking from his neck to his ear. He couldn't help but shiver at that. She must've really wanted this, maybe she was in heat or something like that. If that were true… he'd have one hell of a story for Tyler… whenever he came back from the Wonderbolts Academy with Rainbow Dash. So he rolled with it, letting out a please moan and nibbling on her strangely opposable ear. She giggled and moved her soft hands to the middle of his shirt, gripping it tightly as he nommed and nipped on her pink tuft. He felt his bare stomach rub against her belly, looking down to see his shirt going up. He moved back just an inch, meeting her gaze and pulling it off for her, throwing it to the ground behind him. He watched her pupils shrink as she looked over him, the slightest bit of drool forming at the very edge of her mouth.

"Oooooooh… look at all that delicious man." She moaned, bending over to get an even closer look. He stayed still for her, rather flattered she was so into his rather unimpressive form. He was in no ways fat, he worked out enough, but he wasn't exactly any male model by any stretch. Never the less, he struck a manly pose and watched the happy pink pone rub over him with her soft, squishy hands.

"You like?" He asked with a smug grin, shivering when he felt her hands softly caressing every inch of his exposed form.

"Where to start…" She said quietly to herself, her ears perking after a second of thought. She stuck out her tongue and plapped it right below his belly button, running it up him slowly and intensely. He giggled and squeaked a bit at the tickling sensation, feeling her warm tongue and breath crawl up his figure all the way to his neck. She stopped at his collar bone, moving her hands to his shoulders and clasping him tight to her.

"Wanna hit the bedroom and really get this train out of the station?" She moaned in his ear, rubbing her plush breasts against him intensely as she leaned into him. Phillip held back the feeling of creaming himself, smiling excitedly and finally reaching around her to grab both her perk, plump cheeks. With a happy squeak her eyes widened at him, her grip on his shoulders feeling like it was about to break through the skin. She squealed happily and jumped onto him, making him catch her and cradle her bridal style.

"OH… shit…" He grunted, his joints cracking and back bending as he struggled to hold her up. She blushed and smooched his cheek wetly, her hands digging into his hair.

"Come one fun-pop! Get me upstairs so I can lick ya clean!" She gave him a sultry leer, licking her lips with her large pony tongue.

"Hot damn girl!" He smirked and moved towards the stairs, moving as fast as he could possibly could carry the pretty pony. She giggled and fondled him the whole way, her hands gliding over his chest, stomach, whatever she could reach and get a handful. It took no time to reach her bed room, with a tired grunt he threw her onto the bed. He didn't anticipate her freakish grip however, getting puled right down with her. He silently fell to the bed with her, getting his face jammed right between her wonderful goodies.

"ACK!" She giggled and held him flush against her, pressing his face into her blouse.

"Hee hee, you're funny." She let his head move just enough to smile up at her, one of her buttons between his teeth.

"Oh I'm much more than funny for you babe." He growled, running his fingers down her curves and pulling at her bra strap under her shirt. She stuck her tongue out with her tiny smile, her eyes narrowed at him and her ears twitching. He felt her legs slowly part under him, letting his hips rest between her thick thighs.

"You know what to do then." She moaned softly, things heating up rather quickly.

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"Oh man… that's one hell of a way to spend a morning." He sighed, running his fingers through the curly mass of cotton candy piled up under his chin. Pinkie was still happily lapping at his chest, nibbling here and there and generally having herself a good ol time. He was happy to listen to her funny little squeaks and cute little moans, completely pinned under her while she continued to rub to her heart's content.

"Any time Phillip… you really know how to cream a pie." She cooed against his neck, taking a goof few seconds to take in his messy scent. With a slight scoot she could hear the sticky sliding noise of her genitals rubbing against his, also giggling when she felt him buck.

"Stop that tickles!" He giggled, holding her head lovingly with fingers in her poof ball mane.

"You mean this?!" She giggled as she pushed into him again, smearing her squishy bit against him. She bounced again with another buck, loving his giggles and struggling face.

"Do you ever stop?" He smirked at her, feeling her snoot touch to his nose.

"There aint no brakes on the Pinkie love train!" She kissed him passionately, burying her snoot back into his face and giggling into his mouth as she threw her arms round his head. He returned the kiss with shuttering moans and smacking sounds, his hands gliding down her bright pink fur to rub at her warm breasts. The bed creaked under them as their bodies moved in tandem with each other, Pinkie's hips excitedly pushing and grinding themselves against Phillip's. He was very eager to continue of course, getting a taste of her soft mouth just as he felt a sudden pressure in his crotch.

"W-wait baby… gotta piss." She pouted at him cutely, rolling off him.

"Make it quick lover boy." She cooed, tickling his nose with her scary moving hair. He smiled at that, scooting out of the bed and cracking his back, making his way into the bathroom. As he relieved himself he checked his watch, seeing it was barely passed one in the afternoon. It was Sunday anyway, not like he had anything to do. Maybe he could make this a thing. Granted, he never once was able to hold down a relationship longer than 3 fucks, but Pinkie seemed to be into him enough. She was fun, bouncy… um… soft.

"Meh, I've dated less pretty girls for less reasons." He thought as he finished up, hearing something from the other side of the door. Something like… sniffing and… fapping? That was weird… he was in here… he didn't remember anything particularly good smelling in Pinkie's room. Might as well burst through the door without listening any further. He did just so, opening it up and seeing her flat against the bed, face buried in a pair of boxers.

"Whoa…" He took a sudden step back, her eyes catching his with a rather spooked gaze.

"Oh um… hey… lover… boy." She smiled sheepishly, slowly tucking the garment under the covers. The silence was intense, both of their stares unblinking.

"Are those my-"

"Maybe…" She started to slip under the covers, her ears flopping against her head.

"… am I gonna get those back?"

"… maybe." She squeaked, now covered in blankets say for her face.

"Honey it would be… honestly really fucking kinky if you did that but I need those." She frowned at him, breaking his heart in two with her adorable Pinkie eyes.

"Aw come on babe, breaks my heart when you do that." He sat down next to her, putting an arm round her neck.

"Look… if it means that much to you… maybe I can… get you a pair form home." He put on a sheepish smile, not really sure how to handle such a weird situation. She smiled sweetly at him, holding his undies in hand as she gave them a slight nuzzle.

"Thanks… they smell really good." He rolled his eyes at that, finding it rather cute actually. He smooched her cheek, getting a neck nuzzle from her.

"How much longer can you stay?" She asked him as she pushed into him, wrapping the blanket around them both as she nibbled his ear.

"I think I got until 4… then my bitchy brother will probably be calling." She smiled happily, squeezing him tighter.

"…wanna go again?" She squeaked at him, giving a hopeful smile and touching her nose to his. In that instance of cuteness, there was no way he was saying no.

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"Whoo… not doin that again for a while." Phillip sighed as he climbed into his car, cracking his neck and starting it up. He started to drive through the snow covered road, going rather slowly to keep from slipping. The ride was rather normal, nothing out of the ordinary… until he saw a naked crazy man run right up to the car and jump up against the driver's side window.

"PHILLIP!"

"AH!" Before he knew it, the person had climbed into the back seat, laying rather than sitting.

"DRIVE DAMN IT! DRIVE!"

"AH!" He screamed as he slammed the gas pedal, speeding off wetly down the road faster than greased hell.

"What the hell's going on?!" He screamed, barely keeping on the road.

"It's me you shit head!" He peeped at the rear view mirror, seeing a scared, unshaven Tyler in the back seat.

"Tyler?! What the fuck happened to you?!"

"Weird shit, get us to your house and hide me!" He begged, looking out the windows as if he were searching for a fighter plane. He did as he was asked, swerving into his lot and parking, not sure whether or not to even get out of the car.

"Tyler what's going-"He couldn't get an answer, watching the skittish man jump into his house. He watched him go with extreme bewilderment, slowly climbing out of the car.

"Or just fuck me, no need to explain." He grumbled as he followed after, hearing only a very quiet swooshing sound behind him as he went inside the house. He saw Tyler at the closest throwing a jacket over himself, shivering and sitting on the floor.

"Thank you Phillip… I didn't think I was gonna make it out there." He ran a hand through his hair, obviously tired and cold.

"No… problem? Tyler what the hell is going on?" His friend started to tuck his head into the jacket, trying his best to keep warm.

"Dash… she kidnapped me…" Phillip's eyes widened a bit, a tinge of disbelief in his voice.

"You… you of all people got kidnapped by a mare half your size?"

"Shut the fuck up! I've been stuck in a cloud house being RAPED every day for 5 MONTHS!"

"Alright, alright! Take it easy Tyler!" He went into the kitchen and quickly grabbed some drinks, kneeling down to hand one to his friend. He took it with a leer, popping the cap and chugging the whole bottle down as fast as he could.

"Ugh… can I borrow some clothes… and your gun?"

"Tyler we don't have a gun… but yeah I can get you some clothes." He led his good friend to the couch and let him sit, heading up the stairs into his room. He could swear he heard some light banging in the background as he opened up his dresser.

Much to his shock however, it was almost completely empty.

"God damn it… did I forget to do the laundry?" Most of shirts were gone, half of his pants were missing, only one pair of socks remained in their chore and most concerning of all. ALL his underwear was gone. He moved towards his dirty hamper, opening it up and looking inside. He dug through it and felt himself get even angrier, finding nothing but socks.

"Fuck!" He turned and went down the stairs again, opening a door to find the rudimentary washing machine. He ripped both it and the drier open, seeing only his brother's clothes. He bit his lip and groaned, grabbing a pair of Terrance's underwear, throwing them to the couch. He kept his back turned for a good second to not embarrass Tyler, moving to a window and peeping out through the blinds.

"Was she chasing you or something?" Silence followed his words, drawing his attention backward. The couch was vacant say for the jacket and undies. He was really starting to feel a bit scared, looking around for open windows or doors. He couldn't see any, taking a few steps into the living room and looking about.

"What the hell is going on?" Very slight footsteps came from behind him, not alerting him as he continued into the kitchen. Something rustled from behind, making him turn to see blur moving towards him.

"AH!" It crashed into him, sending him straight to his ass as the body gripped him

"I got you!" Shouted one angry Rainbow Dash, her hands holding down Phillip's head as he scrambled to escape.

"Got off me!" He shouted as he felt the pressure decrease.

"What the-… where's Tyler?!" She growled as she struggled to keep the wily boy down.

"What are you doing in my house?!"

"MOTHA FUCKAAAAAA!" Tyler shouted from behind, raising a pan above his head and preparing to strike the funny haired horse monster.

"Rainbow Dash look out!" Shouted yet another attendant of the struggle, Scootaloo jumping onto Tyler's back to stop him.

"AH! YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" He swung at the air behind him, stumbling and shouting as he tried to keep his balance. Scoot hung on tightly, punching and clawing at the struggling human. Phillip was able to tumble Dash off of him, standing up quickly to try and pull the little orange filly off. He had his hands on her shoulders in barely a few seconds, pulling her roughly and putting a foot to Tyler for leverage. Meanwhile, Dash approached from behind the trio, giving Phillip a fist directly to his kidney.

"Ah fuck!" He cried in agony, the much stronger and taller mare putting another one in his jaw and disorienting him. He crumpled to the floor and watched as his friend successfully removed the orange assailant from his back. As soon as he did however his arms were caught by Rainbow Dash, letting Scootaloo land a successful chop on the man's neck. Tyler stopped moving all together, collapsing to the floor. The two mares panted and kept their eyes to the figure between them.

"Sweet Celestia that bastard can fight." Scootaloo huffed as she ran her fingers through her mane, cracking her neck.

"Thanks again Scoot. Don't know how I would've ever caught up with him without you." She smirked and hugged the filly, completely oblivious to Phillip slinking towards the front door.

"No problem Rainbow Dash! Anything for you!" She squealed in delight as she hugged her blue friend, Phillip just reaching the door in his dazed state.

"Hey, you still got that job with Pinkie? I don't think I've completely raided Tyler's house just yet and could really use some professional help."

"Actually this is the house I was told to steal from. Easiest 100 bits of my life!" He caught all of that as he snuck out the door, head throbbing and bruised as he stumbled away. He made his way into the snow terrified and confused, looking around frantically for someone to tell.

"Terrance… where…" If his brother wasn't home at 4 in the afternoon on a Sunday it only meant one thing then.

"God damn it…" With a sullen expression he started towards the Ponyville theatre. All the way on the other side of the freezing, wind whipped town.

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"Terrance… I just wanted to say-"

"Octavia I'd rather not talk about it."

"But… You know I'm sorry don't you?" He rolled his eyes, adjusting his dorky bow tie in front of the tiny lobby mirror.

"I know but I can't think about that right now. Right now I have to make sure I've memorized all of Mozart's Number 3 in E-minor." She sulked a bit, looking out into the auditorium to see the judges at the table before the stage.

"Are you nervous?"

"Of course I'm nervous… But I'm ready." She wanted badly to hug her friend, but given the circumstances she thought it wise to hold off. He took a deep breath, picking up his case and taking a deep breath.

"Here we go…"

"Clyde, Terrance. Please come to the stage." With a serious frown he started off towards the stage, stopping abruptly when the doors behind them burst open.

"TERRANCE!"

"AH! Phillip!" He growled, watching the boy burst in and nearly tackle him.

"What the hell are you doing here you wank?!" He pushed his brother off him, angrier than he had felt in his entire life.

"Terrance! Remember when I told you that Tyler went off to Wonderbolts camp with the rainbow guy a few months ago?! He was actually kidnapped! And Dash came to our house after she chased-" Terrance covered his brother's mouth, a fierce glare on his face.

"I don't have time for this!" He shoved him away, brushing off his tux.

"Now back off before I march you back home and beat your stupid face back into some sort of sense you party addicted ANIMAL." He turned before his brother could say something else, going down the middle of the theatre towards the well-lit stage.

"Terrance!" He was about to rush forward, only getting stopped by the gray mare before him.

"You stop right there mister! You're not going to ruin your brother's big night!"

"Back off you snotty weirdo! My friend's in trouble and I need my brother's help!" What happened next actually surprised Phillip. She nearly tackled him in the waist and slung him over her shoulder. For a sophisticated mare, she was ridiculously strong.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Put me down!" He struggled and kicked at her, still getting carried out of the place slowly. She was miraculously able to cart him out of the place, throwing him on the ground outside with a huff. She panted a bit and readjusted her bow tie, slinking behind the door of the theatre as Phillip picked himself up from the wet slush on the ground.

"Come back when you have some respect for Terrance!"

"You're wasting your time with him! Gay guys don't go out with mares!"

"HE IS NO SUCH ORIENTATION AND YOU WILL SAY NOTHING MORE." She raised her voice harshly at him, her eyes bugging out as she pointed viciously. She slid behind the door, leaving the disgruntled man wet and cold in the dimming sky.

"Second time's the charm." He said as he moved towards the door to try again, feeling a hand grab his shoulder just before he could enter.

"Hi Phillip!"

"AH!" Pinkie was right behind him, sporting a jacket he thought he lost at her last party.

"Sweet baby Christ you scared the piss out of me!" He panted, immediately getting hugged anyway.

"I have a tendency of doing that." She giggled, licking his wet face cutely.

"How did you know I was out here?" He questioned as she pulled back, her smiling like a child that did a naughty thing… and enjoyed it.

"I could smell ya…" He raised an eyebrow at that, only making her laugh more.

"And I followed you." She gave him another peck on the nose, grabbing his arm at the same time.

"So, I know it's only been 33 minutes, 57 seconds and 10 milliseconds since we last had a rut but I was wondering if you'd like to come over again for some cake and movies… THEN do some more rutting!" She bounced in place ever so slightly, Phillip's head too clouded too really listen.

"Pinkie I actually need to ask you something." He said, starting off towards his house with Pony in tow.

"What's that pudding pop?"

"I overheard Scootaloo saying you gave her a job… involving my house." Her smiling face paused and stared at him for a good few seconds, an ear twitching strangely.

"Really? That's really weird." She kept her expression, still gripping his arm tight and pulling him towards sugar cube corner.

"Also my friend's been sort of kidnapped so I can't really do anything but look for him right now!" He pulled his arm from her, watching her expression and mane drop.

"If you could please help me look for him maybe we can catch Rainbow Dash!" She now looked confused, her ears dropping down against her head.

"Rainbow Dash? She's a kidnapper?"

"Yes! She's got my friend Tyler and we need to save him!" He put his hands to her shoulders, shaking her a bit to get the message through her adorable Pink head. She stared into his eyes for a good few seconds, the cogs in her head turning.

"Alright, alright… I think I got something at home that could help us." She reasoned, her ears perking back up.

"What is it?"

"It's… it's hard to explain. You gotta come see it!" She pulled him sharply with her, both hands gripping your wrist.

"Just tell me what it is!"

"I can't! You just gotta come see it!" He rolled his eyes and groaned, getting pulled through the slushy snow down the road. He faded in and out while he was being pulled, trying to come up with some way he could help Tyler. Before he knew it though he was pulled into the bakery, seeing it was open and inhabited with a few customers. She let him go so she could grab a cupcake or two, motioning him to follow her down a small flight of stairs. He took one look down there and almost immediately stepped back. If he'd ever pictured a rape cave that was it. It was dark, concrete, a basement and most of all was now occupied by a pony that could've possibly been stalking him for the last few days. He stopped at the top of the stairs, hesitant to go down. Pinkie noticed pretty quick, turning to look up at him.

"Well what are you waiting for you big silly?" She said with a smile, her mane bouncing as she did.

"I think I'd be more comfortable waiting up here." He said with palpable concern in his voice. She gave him an "are you serious?" look, adding her own bit of Pinkie charm as she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Oh come on Puddin! You know it's safe with Pinkie!" She opened her arms up as if asking for a hug, hoping this would attract the man down the stairs. He didn't seemed swayed however, backing away from the door.

"No thanks… I'm good." He turned away to just walk off, ready to go searching on his own for his friend. That is until he bumped into something big and blue.

"Hey there runt." Came Rainbow Dash's voice, her giving him a mighty push in the chest.

"WHOA!" With that he tumbled down the stairs behind him, painfully falling backwards down in the rape cave. He landed right before Pinkie's feet, looking up to see the door closing to the basement.

"What… the fuck?" He muttered out, his head spinning as he felt someone flip him over to his stomach, clasping something to his wrists.

"Oh that was just Dash executing the last step in our plan." She giggled, lifting his arms up above his head and dragging him somewhere. He couldn't struggle, his head was still swimming from the recent trauma and he could barely see in the dark of the basement. Everything was just a blur until he felt himself propped up against a wall. His arms were strung up on something, like a chain hanging from the ceiling. Something replaced the concrete under his butt as he was moved, something softer and fluffier. Eventually all the movement stopped, letting him come back to his senses. He made out that he was on a mattress on the floor, his hands bound above his head with leather straps. With extreme concern he pulled and yanked at the pinkish bonds, the rattling of chains following as he started to panic.

"Pinkie?! What are you doing?! This is really starting to get kind of creepy!" He looked around, searching for the pink thing herself until he saw her in the corner of the room, smiling as she slipped out of her usual winter clothing. She was just sliding into a pair of black elbow gloves when she looked back at him, going from Adorable Pink pony to Adorable Pink mistress.

"I asked if you wanted to come over for another rut. I gave you a choice funny buns." She removed a gag from a box, coming over to him and kneeling on the mattress before him with evil intent in her eyes.

"You could say "yes" or "no" but you should've known you couldn't deny good ol Pinkie." She smiled sweetly at him, tickling his chin and planting a delicate kiss on the nose of his terrified face.

"What are you going to do to me?" He ask in a trembling voice, hands balled up into fists as she licked his cheek lustfully.

"Just rut you… and keep you down here in case I ever need a rut." She reached down and fiddled with his belt, easily pulling it off before he started struggling.

"Wait, keep me down here?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" He kicked and wiggled as she pulled his pants off, easily tearing off his shoes and socks.

"The ultimate kink! I've always wanted my own sex slave!" She giggled and snapped the elastic on his undies, bringing the gag to his mouth slowly.

"No! Let me go god damn it!" He twisted and yanked his head away from the gag, seeming to only amuse her further.

"You can struggle all you want sugar top. But eventually you'll tire out or just submit to your Pinkie Mistress." She stuck the gag in his mouth and tied it quickly, silencing him and keeping her eyes trained on his glare. She then moved to straddle his hips, rubbing her crotch against his and caressing his chest with gloved hands. Her tail whipped about behind her, slowly settling on wrapping around the poor boy's leg and squeezing tightly.

"Ow... ong?" He muffled through the gag, feeling her press her soft, sweet snoot in the crook of his neck. She licked and nibbled his as her large boobs squished against his chest, both of them barely held back by her tiny, inexcusably tiny bra.

"Forever silly! Now that I've captured you why would I let you go?" She giggled into his neck, her now gripping both his nipples perversely. His expression dropped to one of sadness and fear, him not even struggling anymore under the chubby pink mare.

"Oh don't be sad boytoy, I'll feed you and make sure you get plenty of love. Maybe if you're well behaved you can even come share the bed with me… if you're well behaved that is."

Authour's notes: THANK GOD IT'S DONE. This chapter took forever I swear. I hope you enjoyed it, if you don't like chubby Pinkie well I'm sorry. I like her. And her belly… she's got nice boobs what can I say? …STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.