Chapter 5: Cupcakes …. wait, WHAT!?

(So I felt the need to point this out before the actual chapter rather than in the author's notes: Despite the implications of the title I can assure you that, no, I did not in fact go there. There is no gore in this chapter. Pinkie Promise. There is, however, gonna be some BDSM play involved. So if you don't like that sort of thing, you have been warned.)

It was the third time today Velvet had made her way to Spike's door and knocked softly. “Spike, I've made us some lunch. Won't you come down?”

“I'm not hungry, auntie,” the muffled voice of the dragon came through the door. He had come home from his date with Rarity last night, wordlessly gone up to his room and since then she had seen neither claw nor scale of him.

“You've gotta come out sometime,” she said, trying to turn the doorknob without success. What a time for him to remember that his door actually had a lock on it.

“No, I don't. I'm never coming out again. There's no point to it.”

“Don't you want to talk about what happened?” Velvet knew that, if anyone, only Twilight would be able to make him open up, but she was still not back from handling the crisis in Cloudsdale and there was no word when she would be.

“Leave me alone, auntie,” Spike wailed.

Velvet sighed. “Alright then. I'll leave your plate in the fridge, if you change your mind. You can always reheat it with a simple huff and a puff.” She hoped the joke would get some kind of reaction out of him, but there was nothing.

Dejectedly she made her way downstairs and sat down on the couch, her head held between her hands. Evidently his confession hadn't gone the way he had wanted it to. What on earth could Rarity have said to him? Then again, Spike was a very sensitive guy, so it was altogether possible for him to be in this state, even if she had let him down gently.

Velvet was at a complete loss. Not even Shining Armor had been this crushed, when he had asked out Cadence for the first time and been shot down in flames for being too irresponsible. Of course that problem had worked itself out, after her son had started training as a royal guard. In that regard Velvet was immensely grateful to her daughter-in-law. If it hadn't been for her, he would likely not have had the drive to become a Captain of the Guard by himself.

But Spike's problem was altogether different. If Rarity had turned him down on account of their age difference for example, there wasn't any amount of perseverance that could really change that fact. Velvet had tried everything she could think of to cheer him up, well, almost everything. But she wasn't convinced that offering pity sex would actually solve his problem or even be appreciated at this point. When one was heartbroken over a radiant beauty like Rarity, an old mare like herself would probably make for a poor consolation prize.

Velvet sighed again and leaned back into the couch cushions. There was no way she could get back to writing her novel while her nephew was suffering upstairs. Her eyes wandered across the room and fell on the two brightly coloured coupons, Pinkie had given her on the day she had arrived in Ponyville.

“Hang on,” Velvet mumbled to herself, biting her thumbnail. “Spike once told me about this amazing sapphire cupcake, the Cakes gave him for his birthday.”

Guiltily she reminded herself that she had planned to use those to spend some quality time with Twilight. But this was an emergency. Spike's well-being was at stake. And besides, she told herself, she could still have cupcakes with her daughter later. She would just have to pay for them.

Nodding to herself, Velvet grabbed the tickets and stuffed them into her purse. “Spike!” she called up. “I'm going out for a bit. Will you be alright by yourself for a while?”

As soon as she heard the muffled grunt of confirmation, she was halfway out the front door and off to Sugarcube Corner. She was a mare with a mission!

* * *

“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner, auntie!” Pinkie greeted cheerfully as she walked into the pastry shop, the bells above the entrance giving off a delightful jingle.

“Hello, Pinkie. It's nice to see you again.” Velvet walked right up to the counter. The lunch rush was already over and thus the floor was empty except for the pink pony at the cash register.

“Come to cash in those coupons, huh? What can I get you?”

“Well, one coupon at least,” Velvet confirmed. “You see, Spike is feeling a little blue today, so I thought I'd cheer him up a bit.”

The pink mare gasped. “Spike down in the dumps? I'll throw him a big 'forget all your troubles' party! I'll have to invite all our friends. Fluttershy and Rarity and … “

“No,” Velvet said immediately. The last thing Spike needed right now was a party with Rarity in attendance. Seeing the disappointed look on Pinkie's face, she coughed. “He's not feeling too well physically, you see,” she lied. “Might have a touch of something. So while he rests up, I thought I'd surprise him with one of those sapphire cupcakes I've heard about.”

Her ears perked up again and she rushed over to the kitchen door to pass on the order. “It might take a while,” she said, returning to the counter. “They're not exactly in high demand and Mr. and Mrs. Cake have to make the batter from scratch. Can I get you anything while we wait?”

“Oh no, thank you. I'm really not all that hungry.”

“Oh, come on. You know what they say. Mares have an extra stomach for sweets.” She pushed Velvet towards the side of the room and down onto a chair. “We're trying out a new recipe at the moment. Blackberry. Limited time offer!”

“Well,” Velvet faltered under the pink pony's youthful energy. “If you insist, I guess I'll try one.”

“Okey-dokey-lokey!” She bounced back to the counter and took a cupcake with purple icing out of the display case. What Velvet couldn't see behind her turned back was that Pinkie had taken a flask with a sickly green liquid out of her apron pocket. With a grin she unstoppered it and carefully let one drop fall onto the dessert. It dissolved with a hiss into the icing.

“Here you go, auntie,” Pinkie said happily, setting the treat down on the table in front of Velvet.

The unicorn mare looked at it and then at the grinning earth pony who was staring at her intently. It looked like she wasn't gonna go away until she had seen her immediate reaction. But the stare made Velvet a little uncomfortable, like there was something else behind the obvious mirth in her eyes. “Here I go,” she said with a nervous smile and took a bite.

It was quite possibly the tastiest thing she had ever eaten. “Oh, it's amazing, Pinkie,” she moaned, going for a second bite. The icing melted on her tongue, sending a sugery wave of pure delight to every corner of her mouth. She finished the whole thing off in under a minute.

“Well, what did you think?” the party pony asked.

“Oh, it was splendid. Only after one bite right in the centre I had a strange bitter aftertaste in my mouth. But otherwise it was perfect.” Just as she had finished, however, a momentary feeling of dizziness hit her.

“Something wrong, auntie?” Pinkie inquired, her voice sounding strangely muffled to Velvet's ears. Looking up at her grinning face, Velvet's vision began to swim and her eyelids felt heavy all of a sudden.

“I don't know,” she muttered, holding her head and standing up. “I don't feel so good.” As soon as she had pushed the chair away, she could feel her knees grow weak and buckle under her. With a mumbled apology she stumbled into Pinkie's arms.

“Aww, poor dear,” the pastry chef said, stroking the older mare's mane soothingly. “You must have caught whatever Spike has. Come with me. You can lie down in my room for a bit.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” She didn't even consider that having caught something from Spike was a physical impossibility, since the dragon wasn't actually sick in the first place. Her mind just felt so numb and tired.

“I'll take good care of you. Trust me, auntie. This'll be fun.” Those were the last words she heard from Pinkie, before the world went dark around her.

* * *

Velvet was woken up by an uncomfortable feeling around her wrists and ankles. With a groan and a splitting headache she opened her eyes. That was strange, she was sure her eyelids had fluttered open, but all she could see was blackness. As she got accustomed to the darkness, she could make out some rough shapes.

Whatever she was resting against was quite cold and hard, so she decided to get up, but found she was unable to. She craned her neck up and saw the reason why. Her wrists were bound with leather straps to what seemed to be a wooden cross that was at a 45 degree angle to the ground. Her eyes shot downwards and her hooves were being held in place by similar restraints. “What's going on?” she asked in a panic and began to struggle.

“Ah, it would seem the slave has awoken,” a familiar voice said behind her. Pinkie Pie stepped into her field of vision, only it wasn't Pinkie Pie. At least she looked so radically different that she might as well have been another pony entirely.

She was wearing thigh-high leather up boots. Black stockings peeked out at the top of them that were connected to a black lace garter belt and panties. Her usually puffy hair was combed straight and her head was crowned by a dark blue peaked officer's cap. Velvet wasn't sure, but the insignia on it reminded her of those worn by officers of the Lunar Rebellion a thousand years ago. Her upper body was bare, showing off her breasts. More alarmingly, however, she was gingerly holding a horsewhip in her gloved hands.

“Welcome to Madame Pinkemena's Chamber of Pain,” she said with a mad glint in her eyes. Then in a split second her demeanor changed back to her old self. “Do you like my Chamber of Pain? Cool, huh? I just got it.”

“Pinkie, what's going on? Why are you dressed like that?”

With a smirk she pointed the whip at Velvet. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Only now Velvet realized that she was in fact stripped to her panties. Did Pinkie remove her clothes while she was out?

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Pinkamena said, pressing the tip of the whip between Velvet's thighs. “Black velvet panties. Apt, but slightly naughty, don't you think? Are you a naughty girl, Velvet?” Again she changed back her personality and moved her face close to Velvet's for a moment. “By the way, the safe word is 'cupcakes'.”

“What? You're creeping me out.”

“Silence, slave! You are a naughty girl and must be punished. But I can make it worth your while, if you are a good little slave and call me 'Mistress'.”

“You're not making any sense!”

Her face hardened and she stared Velvet down. “THAT IS NOT HOW YOU ADDRESS YOUR MISTRESS!” Faster than the eye could see Pinkie brought the whip cracking down on Velvet's bare breasts.

“Ouch!” she cried out in pain. “CUPCAKES!”

Instantly Pinkie dropped the whip and held her hands in front of her face. “Sorry, was that too hard? I've never done this before.”

Velvet's eye was twitching. She wasn't sure what was more terrifying. The situation she was currently in or the back and forth between the young mare's personalities. Still there was one thing she had over her. Taking a deep breath, she summoned that power from deep within that only a mother knew how to access. “Pinkamena Diane Pie,” she said in a voice that carried enough steel in it to forge a set of medieval armor out of. “You will release me from this table at once, young lady or Celestia help me …”

“Eep, yes ma'am,” she squieked, rushing over and undoing the straps on Velvet's wrists and ankles.

“Now,” Velvet said sternly, crossing her arms in front of her to cover her bare breasts. “I want an explanation and you better make it good.”

“I ...” Pinkie stifled a sniffle. “I thought you'd like it. After I finished your first book, I read another one. 'Canterlot Secret Society.' The scene where the servant girl brought the duchess to the dungeon of her own manor to teach her a lesson was just so steamy. I wanted to try out the stuff that was in the pages. And since you wrote it, I figured you were into this kind of thing. It just looked like so much fun.”

Velvet shook her head in disgust. “That's no justification to slip me a knock-out drug and bring me down here against my will. At least you had the sense to set up a safe word.”

Pinkie began to sob quietly. “I'm sorry.” There was something distinctly upsetting about seeing the usually happy mare reduced to tears, perhaps even more than this bizarre turn of events itself.

Calming down and looking around the candle-lit room Velvet began to pick out details. Pinkie had actually done a remarkably good job at recreating the scene from her novel. Where had she even gotten all this stuff? She sighed. “Look. I've done some research on this kind of thing, when I wrote that novel, yes. It can be fun for some people. But you're going about it the wrong way. Now I want you to promise me that you'll never do anything like this again.”

“I'm sorry, auntie. I'll never do it again. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

Velvet nodded. She had heard from Twilight that a Pinkie Promise was considered an unbreakable oath here in Ponyville. She walked over to the sobbing mare and gently stroked her mane. “It's okay, dearie. I forgive you and we'll keep this a secret between us. Where the hay are we, anyway?”

“The basement of Sugarcube Corner. It's soundproof, because I practice my songs in here. So I thought it would be perfect.”

“But how did you get all this stuff in here?”

Pinkie shrugged. “I just removed the fourth wall and brought it in through there.”

Velvet raised an eyebrow, but didn't pursue the matter any further. “Pinkie Pie, you are so random,” she said with a light chuckle.

That actually managed to bring a small smile back to her face. “Hey, that's what Twilight says.”

“Now then,” Velvet said, picking up the whip from the floor. Then she took the cap from Pinkie's head and put it on herself. “Since I'm partially responsible for this occurrence, I'm gonna have to take responsibility and teach you how to do it right. That's if you're still interested.”

The pink pony looked at her in amazement and with a poof her mane returned to its usual cotton candy texture. “Really?” she asked with sparkling eyes.

Velvet nodded. She wasn't going to admit it, but going to such extremes to recreate a scene from her novel was immensely gratifying. And she had dealt with her share of crazy fans before. More importantly, though, something she had written had given this impressionable young mare the wrong idea about certain things. She had a duty to set her straight now.

Her eyes hardened and she cracked the whip in her palm. “But you had better obey your Mistress.”

“Yes, auntie ...”

Velvet cracked the whip and it scraped Pinkie's bottom. It was a light spanking, though, and didn't cause too much pain.

“M-mistress,” Pinkie corrected herself.

Taking some rope from a nearby table, Velvet bound her hands together in front of her, then led her over to a bunch of chains that were hanging from the ceiling. She gave them a yank and nodded. They seemed sturdy enough. She took Pinkie's arms and draped the binding over a large iron hook. “Put your legs through these slings,” she commanded.

Pinkie did as she was told obediently and Velvet tightened the leather bracers around Pinkie's knees. Her thick leather boots would be perfect to distribute the pressure and thus not cut off any blood vessels for what she had in mind. “What are you going to do?”

Velvet looked over at a chain that was secured on the far wall. “You'll see. Now brace yourself, dear.” She fired up her horn and levitated the chain out of its holding position.

With a yelp of surprise the pink mare was hoisted upwards as the pulley system across the ceiling tightened. “Oh, so that's what those are for,” Pinkie said, dangling in mid-air and looking at Velvet. “I had been wondering about that, since you didn't use them in the scene.”

“Backdrop can be just as important as the characters, when it comes to writing. It sets the mood.” She slowly walked 360 degrees around her toy, tracing her bare coat with her finger in places. Finally she came to a stop between her legs, which were being spread wide apart by the contraption.

“That's pretty embarrassing,” Pinkie gulped, her cheeks flushed.

“Well, that's the point, isn't it? You said it yourself. Naughty girls have to be punished. Remember all you have to do is say 'cupcakes' and I'll let you down. But then you're not gonna get your reward, you little bitch.”

Pinkie shuddered. “Why does it feel so good, when you insult me that?”

“Because you're a little whore, that's why. You brought me down here, because you secretly hoped I would turn the tables on you, didn't you? I bet you've been fantasizing about me, when you read my books.”

“N-no, I haven't,” she protested meekly.

Velvet chuckled. “Oh, don't lie to me. I'll prove it upon your body.” A smile crossed her face, when she shifted the trapped pony's panties to the side. She inserted a finger into the pink folds with a satisfying squelch and a gasp escaped Pinkie's mouth. “See? You're already this wet.” She moved around, spreading the sticky liquid between her fingers right in front of Pinkie's eyes. “But I'll forgive the lie, if you lick it off and apologize.”

After a momentary hesitation, Pinkie stuck out her tongue and began sucking on Velvet's fingers. “I'm shorry, Mishtressh.”

“That's a good little slut,” Velvet patted her head. “Now you can have your reward.” She moved back between her thighs and gave Pinkie's moist marehood a slurping kiss. She gasped in joy in response and, not beating around the bush, Velvet screwed her tongue in further. A mixture of moans and wet slurping noises filled the cold chamber.

“Mmmhh.” Judging from her reactions Pinkie was definitely enjoying this. “Mistress … please, can you do that thing with the candle wax?”

Velvet stopped, swallowing some of her partner's fluids. “Are you sure about that?” she asked, momentarily dropping character and looking up at her with worry. “It's not just the pain. It's also very hard to get out of your coat later and it leaves marks.”

“So I can't wear shirts with a bare midriff for a while. Pleeeaaase?”

“Alright,” Velvet agreed, levitating a large red candle over Pinkie's stomach with her magic. “Remember the safe word now.”

Pinkie nodded and the candle slowly tilted. Oddly enough Pinkie's tail began to twitch a little before the first droplet of hot wax even fell. When it did hit her skin, however, her whole body shivered. “Yes, I've been a bad girl. Punish me more.”

She was really getting into this, Velvet thought. She returned her attention to the dripping crevice in front of her while keeping up with the wax. Every time some hit the pink mare, her vagina clamped down on Velvet's tongue.

“Do my breasts, too!”

“What was that, slave?” Velvet asked.

“Please punish my naughty tits, Mistress!” she screamed back in ecstasy.

With a giggle Velvet levitated the candle further along her body and over her cleavage. Being careful not to get any on her nipples, she let some drops fall on her exposed mounds all while continuing to eat her out. She could feel Pinkie's innards contracting now, even when the wax wasn't falling onto her. She was close.

With a grin Velvet spread Pinkie's cheeks and let her own juices cover her anus. Then she took the whip, turned it around and slowly pushed the handle against the pink mare's anus.

“Ahhhn!” Pinkie's whole body gave another shudder in response, although Velvet made sure not to push in very deeply. She was fairly sure that the young mare had no prior experience with anal sex. After a few minutes she had gotten used to the feeling and was back to moaning in pleasure again.

Velvet went all out now, moving her tongue in a twisting motion and giving the whip another small push that brought her partner over the edge.

“It's a doooooozieeeeee!” Pinkie screamed, her whole body shuddering as she came stronger than she ever had in her entire life.

And she was a gusher, too, as Velvet learned, when she got a face full of her love juices. Wiping her streaming face, she used her magic to levitate the candle and the whip away. Then she gently lowered the still convulsing mare back to the ground.

Pinkie was fighting to catch her breath. “Gosh, that was amazing,” she gushed.

Velvet knelt down beside her. “I'm glad you feel that way. Now what did you learn back there?”

The younger mare looked up at her. “That even though there's somepony dominant and somepony submissive, it still goes both ways and what's important is that both parties enjoy the experience.”

Velvet gave her a big smile. “Good. I'm happy you figured that out. Now let's get you cleaned up. You'll catch a cold, if you keep lying in your own juices on the cold floor.”

“Wait!” Pinkie sat up. “We can't stop now. You've done so much for me, but I haven't done anything for you at all. You gotta let me return the favour.”

Velvet frowned. There was no denying that she was incredibly horny at this point. Who wouldn't be in her place? And she hadn't gotten off yet. She looked at the eager pink mare. “Well, alright,” she gave in, taking off the officer's hat and putting it on her head. “You ready to take the reigns, kid?”

Pinkie cracked a huge smile and nodded. “And speaking of reigns … “ She rushed over to an oak chest and pulled out several items, returning with them in her arms, she laid them out on the floor.

Velvet chuckled. “So you still want to play out that scene, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, then.” Velvet cleared her throat, getting into the character she had created on the pages of 'Canterlot Secret Society' so long ago. Giving Pinkie a defiant look, she said: “Why have you brought me down here, you common serving wench?”

Pinkie's eyes sparkled, but she got into character as well. “You no longer get to address me so rudely, your grace. Tonight I shall have my just desserts.” She grabbed Velvet's mane, forcing her to look up at her and spat in her face.

“How dare you!” Velvet recited the line from her own work. “I am the Duchess of Trottingham, you disrespectful peasant! I will have you flogged.”

“The only one who will do a whipping here is me.” She quickly grabbed Velvet's hands and cuffed them. “You've treated us servants like common beasts of burden and playthings for your pleasure long enough. Now it is you who will be harnessed and broken.” Moving around behind her back and applying a soft push between her thighs, she spread Velvet's legs further apart. Velvet didn't offer any resistance. Laying down the steel spreader bar, the 'serving girl' tied her ankles to each end with rope. Then she pushed lightly on Velvet's back, who let herself fall forward, now sitting on all fours.

“You will regret this, wench,” she grated between clenched teeth, a little relieved that this was actually the last of her lines she had to call up from memory.

“Oh, shut up, your grace. I weary of your speech.”

Had she really been this cheesy with her dialogue back in the day, Velvet wondered as Pinkie Pie pushed the ball gag in her mouth and pulled it tight. She made a mental note to check her latest novel for anachronisms, then jumped as she suddenly felt a jolt and heard a tearing sound. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Pinkie throw her ripped panties away. Shoot, she had actually forgotten about that part of the scene. She was gonna walk home without underwear later on, unless Pinkie lent her some.

“The sow salivates with her lower mouth,” Pinkie laughed while prodding Velvet's wet marehood with the tip of the whip. “Now I shall break this bitch in.” With a thwack the whip hit the cheek of her plot.

Luckily Pinkie had learned her lesson and restrained herself. None of the connects carried the sting from the original blow on the cross. A thought occurred to Velvet. How exactly was she going to use the safe word with that ball gag in her mouth? Well, she could always take it off using her magic, she figured. But so far there was no reason. The sensation started to feel good. Even her nipples rubbing against the rough stone floor felt good.

After a while Pinkie stopped the whipping and picked up a dildo. “Prepare yourself to be ridden into the ground, your grace.” The large object went easily into her. She had been slopping wet for a while now.

“Hmpf.” Her groan of pleasure was muffled by the gag and Pinkie began to thrust the phallic shaped object in and out of her vigorously. Her legs were shivering in delight. Then Pinkie flipped a switch and to Velvet's surprise it turned out to actually be a vibrator. That hadn't been part of the novel, but she didn't mind the ad-libbing. The vibration felt amazing against her insides.

It didn't stop there, however. For some reason Pinkie let go of the sex toy after pushing it in as far as it would go and could be heard moving around. It was still going, though. Then Velvet could feel her tail being lifted up and a warm liquid hit her anus. She looked back over her shoulder, seeing Pinkie lick her lips. She had removed her lace panties and was now wearing a strap-on around her waist. With a grin she climbed on top of Velvet, prodding her second entrance with the tip. This had definitely not been part of the script. She brought her face close to Velvet's ear and whispered. “It felt really good, when you pushed the whip handle in my ass, auntie, so I gotta return the favour.”

Velvet mentally prepared herself for the insertion, but it didn't come immediately. She looked up at Pinkie once more who was watching her face questioningly. Velvet smiled despite the ball gag and nodded at her young friend.

Returning the gesture, Pinkie pushed her hips forward slowly but steadily. Finally she was all the way in and Velvet arched her back. Seeing this, Pinkie reached behind her and flipped the switch on the vibrator again. Apparently it still had a higher setting. With sloshing noises the pastry chef began to grind away.

Velvet's moans grew louder and louder despite the muffling and Pinkie increased her speed steadily. She even grabbed Velvet's mane in the ensuing ecstasy and started pulling it in rhythm with her thrusts. Velvet was being fucked like a bitch in heat in the ass by her daughter's young friend and it felt amazing. She should have been ashamed of herself, but the pleasure washed put any regret from her mind.

Pinkie was breathing hard. The rough grinding of her hips so soon after cumming herself drew her closer to another climax. “Auntie! I'm cumming again. Let's cum together!”

The scene they were playing out was all but forgotten as their private parts slapped against each other and soon they were both ready to finish. Pinkie threw her head back and came first. “Aaaaaahhhhhh!”

With that motion she gave a last hard yank at Velvet's mane that made her arch her back even more and pulled her upper body upright again. With a muffled cry of passion her inner walls squeezed down around the vibrator in her pussy and she came as well.

After a few moments the two mares collapsed on top of each other, the sex toy falling out of Velvet's marehood in the process. The only sounds that could be heard were their laboured breathing and the vibrator flopping around the ground with a buzz in the wet puddle that had formed where the two mares were connected.

“We should get back upstairs,” Pinkie said after a few minutes, gently removing the gag from Velvet's mouth. “I bet the Cakes are ready with that sapphire cupcake for Spike.”

“Yeah,” the older mare replied and then smiled. “This has been fun.”

Pinkie giggled. “You know what? We should do this again soon.”

“Sure, why not?” she replied without thinking. “Oh, by the way. Do you have some panties in my size, I could borrow?”

* * *

To Velvet's lasting delight, her cupcake plan had actually succeeded in drawing Spike out of his seclusion. He was still upset about Rarity, obviously, but at least the tasty treat had brought a small smile to his draconic features.

The dragon had already turned in for the night, but Velvet couldn't sleep. She was sitting in the living area of the library, committing the experiences she had gathered over the day to paper while they were still fresh in her mind.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the novelist looked up at the clock. “It's 2 in the morning. Who could this be?” It certainly wasn't her daughter returning. After all she had no reason to bang on the door of her own house.

Curiously Velvet got up and went to the door. Even before it was fully open, a pink hand shot up and dangled some handcuffs in front of her face.

“It's soooon!” Pinkie Pie said with a huge grin on her face.

Author's Note

Hm, I'm really not sure how this one is gonna be received, but I won't know unless I post it. I realize that it's probably not everyone's cup of tea. But I'm still looking forward to your comments.