Without wasting time, you double check that all the blinds and the door are shut before turning the lights on so you can stop bumping into shit. You trip, landing headfirst a wall, ‘Aghh, motherfu-‘

‘Hey! You mind?’

‘Sorry.’

With the light turned on, you make your way upstairs to rescue Spike, “Spike! Where are you?”

“In Pinkies ro- mmph!” Spikes voice was cut off and replaced with a distorted muffling sound. You have no idea where Pinkies room is but you were able to take a fair guess when you found the door with the pink hearts all over it… never have you been so wrong in your life.

You swiftly open a door without deeming it necessary to knock. You burst into the room to find Mr And Mrs Cake going hard at it over the dining room table. Your entrance is followed by a series of screams from both the Cakes and yourself as you hastily stumble out of the room, slamming the door shut as you exit with your eyes watering.

Leaning on the door, you bury your head in your hands and tremble, ‘Never again… never EVER again.’

The thought of Spike still needing savour forces you to push onwards down the hallway, past several doors until finally you reach a door with muffled shouts and bubbly laughter echoing around it.

You pause for a moment, ‘…should I knock?’

‘I dunno man, after what happened back there.’

‘Yeah, but Spike needs our help.’

‘I know, it’s just that I don’t know if I can take another of that.’

You hear a familiar bubbly voice, “Spike’s shuttle, you are cleared to land in docking bay Pinkie.”

Time is not on your side with this one, you force yourself to make a decision.

You gulp, ‘Here goes.’ You open the ever so slowly, making sure to peek around the edge of the door to avoid a case of Déjà vu. You flick the lights on, horrifying you as both Pinkie and Spike come into view.

Spike was butt naked with all four appendages tied to the bedposts with his miniature penis standing upright in a raging erection and Pinkie was preparing to land Spikes ‘Shuttle’ into her docking bay. You cant help but notice a hot wet liquid soaking Pinkie’s inner thighs.

‘If your gonna do something, I suggest you do it now.’

You dash across the room to the bed where the whole scene would be reaching its climax (wink wink), you are about to grab Pinkie and get her off Spike before a thought strikes you, ‘Where do I grab her?’

‘Anywhere retard, just do it.’

Positioned behind Pinkie, you reach your arms around her stomach and proceed to pull with all your might but due to the angle, your efforts have little effect, only making Pinkie moan at the contact.

‘That the best you can do?’

You forcefully reach over Pinkie’s body and grab her forearms, unfortunately the position you were now in now had you mounting over Spikes attacker with the front of your pants grinding against her lower lips. After a few hard pull and some unwanted close contact down below, you pull Pinkie back off the bed, making her back land directly on you.

With the crushing weight of Pinkie Pie on top of you, you still manage to wrap your arms and legs around her, restricting all movement. Well, almost all movement.

Your bondage on her was only enough for her arms and legs and unfortunately for you, her torso was still able to move freely. Pinkie Pie, noticing where the restraints were lacking, started violently throwing her body up and down.

A warm fluid begins to seep into the front of your pants as the Wicked Pie changes her pattern, manipulating the movements of her ass so it is now slowly taking your pants off, “Spike, hurry up and free yourself!”

“I almost-“ He squirmed around a little more before you heard a snapping sound, “There, got it!” He raised himself from the bed, quickly donned his clothing and made way to the exit.

‘Now how an I gonna get Pinkie off me without ending up how Spike was?’

‘Well, it seems that Pinkie is kind of an animal when it comes to sex, so maybe you could try petting her.’

‘Petting her!?’

‘Yeah, you know, stroke her like a cat or something.’

This would have been the last thing that came to mind but meh, why not give it a go. You release your left hand from Pinkie and reach down and begin to tenderly stroke her vagina.

With your face as red as a cherry, you think, ‘I cant believe this is happening.’ Soon, Pinkie stops her violent movements and begins to lightly quiver at the new sensation.

‘I meant to stroke her head, not her freaking vagina you fucking moron! And is that how you treat cats?!’

‘…what?’ You freeze, completely encumbered with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. The lacking of sexual stimulation made the pink machine of sex roar back to life, continuing to lower your pants again bit by bit.

‘It was working, I never said stop! Start again! Start again!’

Once again you begin to feverishly rub her tender nethers, soaking your hand in her warm fluids. Pinkie Pie repeated her last with quivering, well no, this was more like a continuous shudder.

After a good ten seconds, you decide, ‘I don’t want to do this anymore.’ You roll Pinkie to the side and make a dash for the exit, distracted by the lukewarm dripping sensation in both your pants and your hand, you hardly manage to make it to the door and close it after Pinkie had made herself a projectile on an intercept course with your crotch. Luckily, you made it and was now holding the door shut with your dry hand to avoid slipping.

From the other side of the door, Pinkie’s eyes dropped and her vision blurred as the area around her eyes were soaking in fresh tears. She sat down against the door, hugging her knees as the first perfectly rounded drop fell from her delicate, tender skin. She wanted to go after you and claim her prize, but she didn’t care anymore for she knew that her feelings for you were untrue and all she wanted to do was cry.

“…let’s get out of here.” You murmur after finally having enough of listening to Pinkie’s pitiful sobs. You find yourself alone with Spike again, idly walking down the halls of Sugarcube Corner.

You feel a sense of triumph as your eye catches a gleam from some white floor tiles, ‘A bathroom!’ You rush in, turn on the tap and vigorously wash your hands, ecstatic that Pinkie’s juices are finally departing from your hand. However in your head lies a different problem.

‘You feel sorry for her huh?’

‘I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.’

‘So yes?’

‘Hey, let me ask you something, why are you being so nice all of a sudden?’

‘Would you prefer it if I reverted to my previous behaviour?’

‘Just curious.’

‘And that is how you will remain.’

You sigh, ‘So your not going to tell me, that’s fine.’ While you are washing your hands, you can’t help but notice the electric toothbrush lying idly next to the bath. With Pinkie in mind, you grab the toothbrush and hurry to her room giving your heart a pang when her crying comes into earshot. You knock on the door, “Pinkie?”

‘What are you doing?’

“Pinkie? I'm sorry if I teased you like that but I'm doing my best to avoid the ass-fest outside so it would be unfair for me to have at you.” You press your ear against the door, warming your heart when you hear nothing, you continue, “Anyways, I'm leaving you a little something I found at the door which I think you’ll find a good use for.”

You place the electric toothbrush down just outside the door and head back to your original target with Spike; The cupcakes. You stuff a cupcake in your mouth out of sheer desperation since you haven’t eaten all day. Spike grabbed a carry bag from under the counter and filled it with twelve large cupcakes before you made your way outside.

“Okay Spike,” You whisper, “ It’s almost sunset so I think we should head to the edge of the Everfree forest and sleep there high up in a tree.”

“Are you kidding!?” Spike ‘quietly’ exclaimed, “That place is scary and dangerous! We could die!”

“That’s the idea, even in heat I doubt any of those wenches would dare risk their lives and make their way out there. Besides, you have a better idea?”

“I- But… Fine.” Spike reluctantly agreed, allowing the two of you to silently make your way through Ponyville. Keeping to your gut, you remain in your task of keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble, then there’s Spike, who was stuffing his face full of cupcakes, oblivious to the fact that he was leaving a crumb trail.

The sky was lit with a bright with a beautiful golden colour as the sun descended over the hills of Sweet Apple Acres earning a gaze of pure awe from you. You smile at the sight of sunrays shining through the trees, the glistening of shiny apples, ‘Wait… apples?’

You mentally face palm, ‘How the hell didn’t I think of that? Sweet. APPLE. Acres. It was so obvious!’

‘Hey numb nuts, instead of complaining, why don’t we just go there tomorrow?’

‘Yeah, it’d make a good lunch, we can life off the cupcakes for now.’ You grab an orange-coated cupcake and allow your self to take a bite, letting the heavily frosted cupcake to dissolve in your mouth. The taste made you feel pure bliss causing alarm for a moment at the thought of it being drugged with something but honestly, you were too tired to give a damn.

Your ears prick at a faint, high pitch noise, “There they are!” They had finally caught up with you and now it was time to take the lead again. You lightly tap Spike on the shoulder, “C’mon, We gotta go.”

Feeling the beating of your heart quicken after a few minutes of medium paced jogging, you start to worry about Spike, who seemed just about ready to throw up his previous cupcake fest. ‘If Spike can’t survive this kind of physical exertion, there’s no way he can survive the Everfree, time for a change in destination.’

You grab Spike’s shoulder and wheel him to the around to the right, setting a course for your new destination. Spike starts to cough and splutter, “Come on, we’re almost there.” You look ahead to see the glistening of apple trees growing ever so close.

“Spike,” You pant, “We’re going. To need. To be quiet. Or we could.” You cough, “Could get shot.”

Spike almost tripped and face planted, “What!”

You hiss, “Just stay low and be quiet.” On command, Spike crouch-runs as you see it it come over the ridge and into view, Sweet Apple Acres, you made it.

“Spike, make a run for the barn, when you make it, climb.”

Spike wheezed, “Okay.”

You slow your low approach, making full use of the tall grass as you draw nearer to the barn, which is soon to be your temporary haven. Not a moment too soon as well, the grunts, moans and a few distinguishable words from before began to come into earshot.

You hear someone say something that temporarily captures your full attention, "C'mon ladies, the crumbs lead this way."

'Crumbs? ...oh Spike you fucking moron.' You grimace, 'You have caused me nothing but problems since I found you.' Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you focus on the more immediate problem.

The Whored.

Upon their arrival to the tall grass, they pan out in a messy search pattern to try and find you. You high tail it next to the barn because you know what’s going to happen next.

Through the window of the Sweet Apple household, you spy a silhouette of a beefy character behind the blinds. The blinds opened to reveal Big Mac holding a loaded club shotgun, he pointed to the sky and let out a warning shot, sending an ear-splitting crack through the atmosphere.

With both Big Mac shotgun man and the Whored distracted, your brain registers how exposed you would be if you attempted to climb. It would be almost certain that you would get either shot or raped.

‘That leaves climbing out of the option unless I want to get shot.’

You sneak behind the barn and head towards the orchard in the hopes of finding food, and what a hope that was.

‘There is food everywhere!’

‘They’re farmers you wad.’

‘You’ve been awfully quiet today.’

‘I'm just tired, gimme a rest and I’ll be a smartass again just for you.’

‘That’d be nice.’

‘Really?’

You laugh, ‘Hell no.’

‘Asshole.’

You chuckle to yourself as you climb an apple tree and take up a lax position on a branch and proceed to munch on a sweet apple. Dropping the almost bare apple core, you descend from the tree and head to the barn to check on… ‘Oh crap, Spike!’ You remember him leaving you before Big Mac's shotgun fun-fun.

You begin to climb the barn, surprising yourself at how easy it was on a not so empty stomach. You feel your foot slip as you apply pressure on it. Your whole body slips back and begins to be consumed in the bitter clutches of gravity, but you are too quick, you grab onto a pipe, swinging your body back towards the barn wall.

This part you had not thought of yet; the landing. Your body lands flat on the barn wall with an audible clunky noise ringing out from the tin.

‘Real subtle, how would one put it? As quiet as a mouse.’

‘Hmmph. Would it be safe to assume that you made me do that?’

‘It would most certainly be wrong to accuse me of such things.’

‘Well, knowing you…’

‘I’ll have you know that any pain you feel, I also feel.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

‘You’re hilarious.’

‘What? ...’ You hang there a moment, trying to figure out your joke, ‘Ohhh, I get it, keeping it in mind! That’s comedic gold right there.’ You crack a laugh while hanging around.

‘You really are annoyingly stupid.’

‘Anytime.’

Feeling the need to press on, you find a foothold and continue to climb and finally managing to flop onto the roof, without falling this time.

You look around but there really isn’t much to see now that the moon has taken the place of Celestia’s sun. However, the one thing that you do take notice of is Spike, snoring away in the centre of the roof. A yawn escapes you as you lay down a few feet away and drift into a dreamless slumber.

-Elsewhere-

The captain of the sleepy guard had been doing this for twelve hours! In his entire career, never had he been so bored on any mission, it turns out that ordering troops to stack cabinets, tables and chairs and any other heavy shit that they could find lying around, gets old fast. Finally though, the time for this squad of guards to rest and allow another to take their place. "Okay," He yawned, "Squad two, take over, squad one, you're dismissed until 2000 hours tomorrow. You will be taking the place of squad three so be ready." As squad two took control over the new situation, those of squad one who were still conscious cheered as they departed to either the shower room or to their bunks.

Author's Note

Im honestly surprised at how well received this story was. Im genuinely happy that not only did I get an entire thirty one likes and a stunning five comments (thank you), but ONLY seven dislikes. I've seen some new story's with far worse so I think i'll just keep doing what i'm doing... or at least what I did with the last chapter.

I felt kinda out of it when writing this chapter, I really can't explain it but I didn't feel right about it whilst writing but after a proofread or two I thought it must be my imagination.

ALSO! Kudos to Tardis of Dr Whooves, who posted their comment saying, 'I sense Pinkie rape. c:' AS SOON AS I had written about Pinkie's docking bay, I laughed for a good five minutes over that.

Please leave a comment, it would be greatly appreciated to hear what others have to think about my works (even if it is negative).