The Misadventure Of Derpy's Boobs 1.6


                                            Pinkie:


                                            > Trixie and I finished filling the keg and found ourselves in the kitchen of Sugar Cube corner

                                            > I was looking through a chest for last minute decorations while Trixie perved at herself in the mirror across the room as she got ready for her performance.

                                            > “You know, the party doesn’t start in a couple hours, right?”

                                            > “I want to look best I can, this Is my chance to show all of Ponyville what I can do!”

                                            > Trixie was starting to sound excited, it was a nice change in tone after a full day of the whining.

                                            > “And that is?”

                                            > “Get naked for bits.” She replied.

                                            >  Classy

                                            > All I could find in the chest was a package of old cookies, a bunch of old magazines and some incriminating pictures of me  Mr. Cake and I.

                                            > Nothing interesting


                                            > “So, how do I look?”

                                            > I turned to Trixie and nearly fainted

                                            >She was wearing a large  green and blue feathered outfit wrapped around her barrel.

                                            > The feathers, were tall sticks that extended above her head, covered in small green bristles that pointed upwards culminating into black and blue that rested over the rest of the piece.

                                            > Her outfit had hundreds of these things

                                            > And they were shedding

                                            > Everywhere


                                            > Wrapped around her hooves were two fans, one green and one blue.

                                            > She looked…

                                            > Ridiculous!

                                            > I couldn’t help but laugh

                                            > “What the heck are you wearing!?”

                                            > “I'm dressed as a Peacock. They’re wild birds from the jungle.”

                                            > As if it couldn’t get any sillier

                                            > “And they’re called Peecocks?"

                                            > Naturally I burst out laughing

                                            > Trixie walked towards me and raised my hoof to the feathers

                                            > They were so soft and ran over my hoof like tiny brushes

                                            > “Stop! That tickles!” I hollard pulling my hoof from her grip

                                            > “Maybe if you left Ponyville once and a while you’d be a little more cultured. Peacocks are beautiful birds. I saw them once in Canterlot while on my travels."

                                            > “Well…I'm not sure I believe you. But I will say you’re one sexy peecock!" I giggled

                                            > “Sure, whatever you say Pinkie.”


                                            > She hung her head into the chest flicking the large sewing needle that pierced through the tip of her ear

                                            > Magic is complicated in the unicorn world,

                                            > To them the cutiemark is also a representation of what kind of magic a pony will specialize in. Most will spend their life perfecting whatever kind of magic their cutie mark tells them.


                                            >Many different branches of magic exist for a unicorn to choose from such as love, potion making, energy, so on and so on.

                                            > Sometimes a unicorn will be naturally inclined to a specific type of magic while others might pick it up as passion or study.

                                            > Trixie practiced dark magic, her magic is connected to her cutie mark just as much as it was that needle.

                                            > Some kind of soul splitting spell

                                            > Her magic involves lots of blood sacrifice and muttering in old tongues.

                                            > Unicorn magic is beyond comprehension to earth ponies but whatever magic she practiced was quiet morbid.


                                            > Unicorns are a strange bunch, Reclusive and naturally anti-social ponies who take little joy in anything not related to magic.

                                            > Uptight, workaholics.

                                            > And terminally bad lovers, a unicorns sex

                                            life consists of ten hours of rough sex twice a year interspersed throughout a year of what they call "obligatory sexual release" that feels like your humping a bag of sand.

                                            > Unicorns are notoriously bad in bed a trait they don't seem to comprehend.


                                            > “Hello! What's this?”

                                            > Trixie grabbed a photo of Mr. Cake and I banging from the chest.

                                            > “Oh, those aren’t anything.”

                                            > I snatched the pictures out of her hoof and tossed them back into the chest

                                            > “You’re sleeping with him too!?”

                                            > “Yeah, Me and him have a LONG history.”

                                            > Trixie was slack Jawed and her eyes were wide.

                                            > “Pinkie…They have Foals…You can’t be messing with their relationship like that! What if Mrs. Cake found out!?”

                                            > “Well…The thing is she already knows. You see the Cakes aren’t on a vacation as much as they're at a marriage counseling retreat.”

                                            > “Sweet Celestia, you are evil.”


                                            > Trixie walked back to the mirror and dumped her box of makeup on the table beneath it.

                                            > I rested my hooves on the table next to her while she applied it.

                                            > “So you're just going to strip? No magic or fireworks?”

                                            > “Why would I do any of that?” She said, rolling her eyes.

                                            > "Well…It's kind of what you're known for. And you're really good at it too.”

                                            > “Ha! Don't make me laugh, Ponies don’t want magic…All they want to see is a mare expose her most intimate parts. You of all ponies should know this. The difference between you and I is I'm not proud of what I do. I only do it because I make more bits stripping than I ever would if I continued doing that stupid magic act."


                                            > “Oh, come on Trixie! You’re a great magician. You just need to incorporate your beauty into your act.”

                                            > “And how would I do that?” Trixie asked while she applied extensions over her eyelashes.

                                            > “How about you do SEXY magic!?”

                                            > "Sexy magic?"

                                            > “Yeah! Do your usual magic routine, but be provocative, think of how many bits you would make being a sexy, magical pole dancer."

                                            > I was starting to sweat just thinking about it

                                            > Did somepony turn up the heat in here?


                                            > Trixie examined herself in the mirror “Well, I am stunning and very talented.”

                                            > That's an understatement

                                            > Trixie is drop dead gorgeous

                                            > But her smile faded when she spun herself towards me.


                                            > “Will Twilight be coming?”

                                            > “I think so, I'm not sure who she’ll be accompanying.”

                                            > “Then forget it! Last time I performed with her around I was kicked out of town.”

                                            > She turned back to the mirror and continued to groom herself.

                                            > “Oh, Don’t worry about Twilight! I doubt she’ll even show up!”

                                            > I Grabbed Trixie and pulled her head over the table then lifted a mascara brush to her face.

                                            > I Held the back of her head close and ran it beneath her eyes.


                                            > "She'll probably challenge me to another duel." Trixie grumbled

                                            > “Do you really think Twilight could beat you in a beauty contest? Twilight’s may be an egg-head but her eggs are scrambled, if you know what I mean.”

                                            > “I really wish I did.” she sighed impatiently

                                            > “All I’m saying is that Twilight has a frosty crotch and you should stop worrying so much! You emanate pure sex and should be proud."

                                            > "Pure sex? That means a lot coming for you."

                                            > "Well…While being a full time flirt is fun, you should aspire to be a magician. Being as irresistible as you are is just a bonus."

                                            > I cleaned Trixies face with a wet cloth and began applying a brightener to her face.


                                            >fiendish  A grin grew across her facethat and a notorious look in her eyes. > Cunning spiced and with wickedness.

                                            > No pony could look more full of themselves if they tried

                                            > Trixie owned smugness, a trait that turned > my legs to raspberry jelly.

                                            > (The best kind of jelly!)


                                            > I wonder what she was thinking

                                            > “Well…I do have one trick that would be pretty sexy "

                                            > “That's the spirit!”

                                            > I surrounded her eyes with thick coats of mascara, she looked sexy, mysterious and most of all…dangerous.

                                            > I’ve always been drawn to unpredictable mares

                                            > Though, they’ve predictably caused me a lot of trouble

                                            > Trixie was my type of mare, she had the qualities of pegasi without the crippling insecuritys which was a major turn off.


                                            > She knew what she wanted

                                            > And so did I.

                                            > I also knew that her lifestyle was going to end up hurting her if she didn’t eventually grow out of it.


                                            >I started to dab her cheek with a makeup blender, removing any imperfects while brightening her coat.

                                            > "Have you ever even done another pony's makeup?" She grumbled

                                            > I lightly rubbed the blender over her cheek.

                                            > She was starting to look beautiful.

                                            > "Yes.."


                                            > "You liar! I'm gonna look like a clown when you're done!"

                                            > "Oh, Relax and let me do my work."

                                            > I pulled myself close to where our noses were almost touching."

                                            > "Pinkie…What are you doing?"

                                            > “You would think I would have lots of experience applying makeup but I'm really just a makeup hobbyist.”

                                            > I could feel her start to pull herself away, I made it clear I wasn’t stopping by not letting go of the back of her head.

                                            > I was going to make her beautiful Whether she liked it or not.


                                            > "So what's your plan?" I asked, powdering rose red blush around her cheeks.

                                            > “I think I might have something in mind. But I'll need some ingredients."

                                            > I tossed a bit of glitter on her cheeks and I was done.

                                            > My face was so close to her all I could smell was her lipstick, the only air I could breathe was the steamy breath rolling from her nostrils.


                                            > I stared intensely

                                            > Her eyes were lavender surrounded by charcoal wax

                                            > Her cheeks, plump. The blush rested over her face like apink with blush that looked like rosé poured into a glowing cyan ocean.

                                            > In some ways she reminded me of myself when I was her age, in others like an old flame.

                                            > I had pried away her tired eyes, cold sores and scars

                                            > And saw a mare with arresting beauty

                                            > A mare with a real chance.

                                            > I knew Trixie didn’t want to strip, what pony did?

                                            > I had done way worse for bits over the past couple months but it was out of necessity.

                                            > I made my bed a long time ago

                                            > But Trixie still had time to reconnect with her cutiemark.


                                            > “You know, You don’t have to do this. I can help you.”

                                            > “Don’t pity me.” She scoffed

                                            > "Don't be so short, it's un-mare like." I scolded

                                            > “What are you? my mom now?”

                                            > "You wouldn’t be the first mare I tried to tame.” I giggled


                                            > "Pinkie Can you back up a little? Your breath smells like brownies and wine, can we just get back to…”

                                            > I laid my hoof over her lips, hushing her mid sentence.

                                            > "Shhhh…."

                                            > “Have you ever kissed another mare?” I asked in my quietest voice

                                            > Trixies eyes widened but she didn’t answer

                                            > “I’m going to move my hoof and kiss you.”


                                            > Closing my eyes I slowly moved my hoof away and pressed my mouth over her lips.

                                            > I bit her bottom lip before shoving my tongue into her mouth and wrapping it around her flaccid tongue like a snake.

                                            > I pressed the back of her head towards me .

                                            > And buried my hooves into her silky mane

                                            > I started to moan

                                            > She was completely still

                                            >Her mouth was limp

                                            >This was not going as I hoped

                                            > I pulled myself away and opened my eyes, Trixie looked paralyzed in shock.

                                            > I didn’t know what to say

                                            > What could I say?


                                            > “Have you ever wanted to be more than friends?” I trembled

                                            > I looked into her eyes

                                            > Her hooves gripped my chest

                                            > And she shoved me so hard that she sent me stumbling backwards.

                                            > "Pinkie you dumb slut! You ruined my makeup!"

                                            > She turned back to the mirror and wiped the makeup off with a cloth

                                            > "Are you mad me because you

                                            > “Pinkie! You are such a freak! I'm trying to get ready for Celestias sake! can't you control yourself for two minutes!?"


                                            > "I'm Sorry! I don't know what came over me!"


                                            > "Pinkie. You're a fun mare, but I just wish you weren't such a slut."

                                            > I felt extremely awkward

                                            > "Isn't sleeping with the entire town enough for you?”

                                            > Did Trixie really think this was about sex?

                                            > “You know it’s not like that. You’re more to me than a one night stand. You’re special.”

                                            > Trixie started to reapply her makeup again, making exaggerated flicks with her hoof

                                            > “You are so shameless it's not even funny. And you think we could have some kind of healthy relationship with our kind of lifestyles? Please

                                            > “Oh, come on! You’re a grown mare! I know for a fact you've never been in a real and loving relationship.”


                                            > Trixie slammed the brush on the table then proceeded to fumble her hooves along the desktop trying to grab the concealer.

                                            > Her eyeliner was dripping down her cheeks

                                            > She made herself into a total mess

                                            > “And why would you assume that?”


                                            > And why do you say that?


                                            > "What kind of pony becomes a magician if they aren't lonley?” I shrugged


                                            > “Oh, shut up.”

                                            > “You unicorns are all so prim and prissy, don’t you ever wanna just wanna go where the wind takes you?”

                                            > Trixie paused

                                            > "I know what this is about.”

                                            > Trixie had devolved into shuffling random things along the table, frantically lifting bottles and lipstick with no rhyme or reason.

                                            > “This is about Rainbow.”

                                            > “Trixie! I wasn't implying anything like that! You’re better than she could ever be! I think we would be great together! We could at least try!”

                                            > “You don’t want me! You want her!”

                                            > I fell to the floor and clapped my hooves together like I was praying

                                            > “I just want love!”

                                            > Ok..That was a little dramatic


                                            > Trixie leaned over the vanity and sighed

                                            > "Pinkie, just leave me alone. Not all ponies deserve love."

                                            > "But you do deserve love! I believe in you. In us!”

                                            > She just rolled her eyes

                                            > “I wasn’t talking about me.”

                                            > My heart sank

                                            > I..I didn’t deserve love?


                                            > Trixie leaned into the mirror with her mouth open, prodding her lips and tongue with her hooves.

                                            > “I hope you didn’t give me anything…I don’t even want to think about all the places your mouth has been.”

                                            > "You don't mean that…I do deserve love.”

                                            >...

                                            > “Trixie?”

                                            >...

                                            > “Trixie…”

                                            >...

                                            > She refused to acknowledge me

                                            > “Trixie…?”


                                            > "Pinkie, you are by far the worst pony that I have ever met. You don't care about love. How many homes have you wrecked?"


                                            > "I don't know, how many stallions have you sucked off for a couple bits? That cold sore looks pretty bad."


                                            > "You kissed it." She shot back


                                            > "I'm an earth pony. I'm crawling with diseases but I'm immune to all of them."


                                            > Trxie covered her mouth

                                            > “You’re right! What did you give me!?"


                                            > I wouldn't consider myself a vengeful pony but this felt amazing after what she said to me.


                                            > I didn’t have any diseases. I got checked every week, not for my benefit  but for my customers.

                                            > I mean…I might have herpes now, but to an earth pony that's like a bug bite.


                                            > A loud growl followed by a thump came crashing from upstairs

                                            > I felt my nerves jolt and every muscle in my body seize.

                                            > Oh, no

                                            > Marble was getting hungry again

                                            > Trixie was frozen

                                            > “Ummm…I'm gonna go check…I'll be right back."

                                            > I turned towards the door ready to dash

                                            > "Wait" She sighed


                                            > Relief washed over me as she walked towards me

                                            > “Trixie, I know you didn’t mean it and I accept your app-OW!”

                                            > She yanked a strand of hair from my mane.

                                            > "Time to teach you a lesson.”

                                            > She grabbed the picture of Mr. Cake and I from the chest and placed it on the table

                                            > She then slid the needle from her ear and jabbed it into the bottom of her hoof, dripping blood over the hair and photo

                                            then sat hunched over the picture and started whispering in a bizarre, old ponish Glossolalia

                                            > “Hey! What are you doing!?”


                                            > Trixie rolled the picture into a cone like a filly would roll clay across a table

                                            > Now what was she doing?

                                            > She took the cone with my hair inside and slid it down her throat

                                            > What in Equestria was that all about?


                                            > I suddenly heard a violent grumbling and the tapping of hooves upstairs

                                            > I didn’t have time to think about it.

                                            > I rushed up the stairs and down the hall into my bedroom.

                                            > I slammed the door behind me, when I turned to the bed Marble wasn’t there!

                                            > She was standing in the center of the room, Her legs bending under the weight of her belly that was so bloated it was touching the floor.

                                            > She looked like she was pregnant with four fillies, her gut screamed in hunger.

                                            > The perimeters of her belly convulsed creating fleshy waves that traveled along the outside of her belly.

                                            > She was shaking violently and looked sickly.


                                            > I dashed towards her, hugging her around the neck.

                                            > “Marble what the heck are you doing!”

                                            > She laid her head on my shoulder and sniffled, she was covered in sweat but her body was  freezing

                                            > “I know you're hungry, just hang in there. I’ll have enough bits to feed you very soon, just give me time”

                                            >Marble's stomach growled

                                            > I wasn’t sure what to do so I rubbed her stomach in a large circular motion.

                                            > The ripples crawled along her belly like waves and my hoof would rise and fall with each movement.

                                            > “Ok..Ok..I’ll find you something to eat. just get back in bed before you hurt yourself.”

                                            > I felt her head nod on my shoulder followed by a loud sniffle

                                            > I held her hoof and led her back into bed.

                                            > The insides of her stomach made a violent sloshing noise as we walked.


                                            > I pushed her from behind onto the bed and tucked the blanket around her as tight as I could so she couldn’t get up again.

                                            > "How are you feeling?"

                                            > Her legs shot out from under the covers over her stomach as she closed her eyes and groaned.

                                            > I coddled her head into my chest and ran my hoof through her greasy mane

                                            > We locked eyes, her pupils used to glow like salvia

                                            > Now they were growing faint.

                                            > I could feel her anguish

                                            > But all I could do watch as her lights went out

                                            > Her eyelids hung low

                                            > She looked scared.

                                            > It was like a knife to my heart

                                            .> "Marble…I'm so sorry, I'm trying my best I really am. But you can't just get out of bed like that. What if you got hurt? What would mom and dad say? What would I do!? If you got hurt I don’t think I could forgive myself.”

                                            >Marble began gnawing on her blanket

                                            >She was starving


                                            > I raised her head like I would an injured lamb.

                                            > Putting my hoof under her chin and lifting it softly

                                            > "You're my responsibility and I need you to listen to me. Just like mom and dad used to say, "Pinkie knows best..She’s your big sister and will always keep you safe." You trust mom and dad Right? I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise."

                                            >  Marble stopped chewing and sighed replying with an agreeable mumble.

                                            > "I'm going to do something tonight I'm not proud of. I just want you to know that I'm doing it for you. You’re my sister and I’ll always love you."

                                            > I flicked her long, unkempt mane from her eyes

                                            > "And you'll always love me, right?"

                                            > “Mmm hmm.” She nodded, smiling the best she could

                                            > "That's all I needed to hear."


                                            > I threw on a pair of fuzzy pink socks and an old gray T-shirt covered in stains.

                                            > The text on the front of the shirt read “Put a Bun in this Oven” With an arrow pointing to my crotch.

                                            > Rainbows idea as a good Hearth's Warming gift.

                                            > Hilarious

                                            > At least she got me the right size.

                                            > I strapped a tight fitting pink bra around my backside

                                            > I looked like a disaster

                                            > A color blind pony could dress themselves better.


                                            > I slowly backed out of the room and locked it.

                                            > I had to face the facts

                                            > She was getting worse.

                                            > I could see it in her eyes

                                            > There was only one place where I could get enough food to last her the night.

                                            >Sweet apple acres.

                                            > I trotted downstairs and saw that the lights were all out and Trixie was gone.

                                            > Where the heck was she?

                                            > It didn’t matter, I had a job to do.

                                            > “Trixie! I’m going out! I’ll be back soon!”

                                            I called out into the dark bakery.

                                            > I went out the door, and into the streets of Ponyville.