The Addiction

Chapters

Chapter 1: The Test
Chapter 2: The Room
Chapter 3: The Conversion

Chapter 1: The Test

The sun was shining and the sky was cloudless in Equestria. Pinkie Pie just had to seize the afternoon with Apple Jack for a fun little round-up of a few dozen cows. AJ was behind the herd of running animals while Pinkie skipped ecstatically up and down inside the mob, blowing on a whistle with a green camouflage helmet on and barking orders.

“Let’s go! Come now, RUN! I WANNA SEE LEGS MOVING!” Pinkie looks back at Apple Jack with a smile.

“This is so fun Apple Jack! Thanks for inviting me. I can’t wait to do this all day with you.” As Pinkie turns around to give commands, she glances up at the clock tower, seeing it strike four o’ clock.

Pinkie turns back to AJ saying, “Whoops I’ve got to go! See ya!” Before Apple Jack even has a chance to speak, Pinkie rushes over to her, slapping her own camouflage helmet atop of AJ’s hat and pushes the whistle into the orange pony’s mouth and takes off into Ponyville, back to Sugar Cube Corner. She nearly forgot that today was her intern’s first day of baking cupcakes for a taste test. It was scheduled for four and Pinkie didn’t want to look like she doesn’t care about his progress. After all, if he was a success, Pinkie was ready to throw him a grand party AND promote him to work at Sugar Cube Corner…as long as Mr. and Mrs. Cake said it was alright.

Her new intern, Joy Stick, is an interesting colt. His features are standard, a light grey body with a short black mane and tail. The cutie mark on his side is a joy stick controller and Pinkie can’t stop giggling every time she looks at it. Joy’s eyes are bright green and show kindness in them. On his nose are a few freckles and to Pinkie they add a sort of…innocence to his character. Pinkie enjoys his company. He always compliments her and thanks her for the advice that she gives. Now today was the day to see if all that advice would pay off!

After a quick sprint through the town, Pinkie finally made it to Sugar Cube Corner, busting through the door and standing on her hind-hooves, pointing her front right hoof into the air, proclaiming:

“Joy Stick! Your trial of cupcake making has begun! FRONT AND CENTER INTERN!” Joy Stick comes trotting up the steps at a quick pace, skidding across the floor before stopping in front of Pinkie, panting slightly.

He replies back to her, out of breath, “Yes Pinkie I’m here! Sorry, I was downstairs....restocking.” Pinkie scowls, leaning in and staring him in the eye.

“Hmmm…You’re going down there without notifying me Joy Stick?” Pinkie stays quiet, closing one eye and staring hard into Joy Stick’s face, darting her eye around to scare him. Sweat runs down his forehead, a little nervous at her scrutiny. Suddenly, her face changes into a large smile and she pats his head with a hoof.

“You’re taking responsibility for the shop! I knew I could count on you!” Joy Stick’s face changes into one of relief, smiling back and replying, “Th-thanks Pinkie. That’s what I’m here for right?” Pinkie Pie puts her hooves back on the ground, looking at her responsible intern, noticing his tail is completely thrown out of whack. ‘Wow, he must have really been working,’ Pinkie thought. ‘Rarity would have FLIPPED if she saw this.’

Pinkie trots over to the kitchen, turning around to face Joy Stick to give him his instructions: “Joy Stick, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to bake a dozen cupcakes of YOUR OWN flavor. It must be exquisite, delicious, and very, very DELICIOUS!” Pinkie Pie jumps up and down, licking her lips as she thinks of all the options Joy Stick could present to her.

He looks confused a bit, raising a hoof to question her.

“Uh…didn’t you already say deli-“ But Pinkie cuts him off with a loud yell, “DON’T INTERRUPT THE MISSION MESSAGE!” Joy Stick goes quiet and nods, giving an apologetic smile.

She continues, “Now then, you have at max two hours which should be more than enough time to finish your objective. This message will explode in five seconds... with a PARTY CANNON!” Quickly, Pinkie pulls her out her cannon, jumping up in the air and shooting out a ball of confetti and streamers with a loud BOOM! Joy Stick jumps with surprise, eyes widening as the cannon shoots in his direction.

“Good luck! Now begin,” declares Pinkie, sprinting out of the room and leaving Joy Stick in the room alone. He looks around, more nervous now than ever before. After a minute or so, he turns around and walks slowly over to the kitchen side of the room, looking at all the supplies. With a sigh he finally mumbles, “Well, here goes nothing.”

The final minutes approach before the time expires and Pinkie paces outside, her eyes looking at the floor, wondering how he is doing. The buzzer inside the kitchen goes off and a sudden clatter of pots and pans is heard inside the room, followed by a loud “Holy Celestia that is loud!” Pinkie Pie bursts through the doors for a second time, a clipboard in her left hoof and a pen in her mouth.

“Alright,” she says through the writing utensil, “Let us see the sweets.” Joy Stick nods a few times, turning around and presenting the batch of cupcakes to Pinkie Pie. The sweets are chocolate with light green frosting and a nice aroma. Slowly he says, “I hope they turned out okay.”

Pinkie steps closer to the tray, pulling the clipboard closer to her mouth and studying the batch with intense scrutiny, mumbling to herself while scribbling down notes.

“Appearance, mhmm… Oh yes very nice color…” Joy Stick stands there, tapping a hoof against the ground while waiting for the final results.

After careful judging, Pinkie looks away from the cupcakes and up at Joy Stick, trotting over to him.

A smile forms on her face as she says, “The outside looks fantastic!” Then it gets serious again as she continues, “Now all is needed is the taste test.” Pinkie walks to the tray and licks her lips, opening her mouth. Joy Stick blurts out a loud “Wait!” Pinkie stays as she is, just moving her eyes to look at him. Joy Stick chuckles, seeing it disrupted her concentration.

“I’m sorry Pinkie. I actually made an uhm…” Joy Stick turns to the counter and grabs a single cupcake applying some sprinkles to the green frosting, spinning back and placing it in front of Pinkie.

He then continues, “A baker’s dozen, so that way you could enjoy one without ruining the set.” Joy Stick smiles, hoping it satisfies. Pinkie gasps, shivering and looking from the cupcake to Joy Stick then back to the cupcake. Her eyes well up with tears and a smile trembles onto her face. She hugs him tightly, squeezing the air out of him.

She screams out, “That is so kind of you Joy Stick!” All he can wheeze out is a ‘No…problem.’

He carefully picks it up out of the small plastic tray it was in and lifts it up to Pinkie, gasping out, “Here you go Pinkie!” The pink pony drops Joy Stick with a thud and catches the cupcake in the air, squealing in happiness before calming down, acting all prim and proper.

Pinkie Pie coughs to clear her throat and takes a large bite out of it, chewing delicately. Joy Stick watches in anticipation.

He says to Pinkie, “I hope they aren’t as bad as Rainbow Dash’s.”

Pinkie giggles and continues to eat the chocolate sweet, responding with a giddy, “Oh you can never be THAT bad!” Joy Stick smiles, enjoying watching her eat the cupcake.

“Do you like the sprinkles? I found them in a small cupboard and…spontaneously thought to put them on.” But as his smile widens, Pinkie’s turns into one of confusion and even surprise. Joy Stick chuckles off the awkward silence and continues anyway.

“I know you only used these for your special occasions BUT…I figured this was one of my own special occasions.” Pinkie’s lip trembles and she starts to sweat a little. Her mane, poofy and full of life, drapes over her shoulders, smoothing out to be long and straight in terror. Her head starts to spin and she lifts a hoof to her head, trying to contain herself.

Joy Stick takes a few steps forward, still smiling.

“There’s the pony I wanted to see.” Pinkie’s eyes dart to stare at him, wide with fear.

She attempts to say some words, “How…how much did you…”, but she collapses, unconscious on the floor. Joy Stick whistles a nice little tune, trotting over to the pink pony on the floor and smiles down at her.

“How much did I put on the cupcake? Apparently not enough to knock you out fast enough.”

He leans down to bite her tail but stops to comment, “I’m glad you loved the cupcakes.” Joy Stick chuckles and grabs her tail with his teeth, dragging Pinkie Pie into the basement.

Author's Note

I wanted to introduce a very detailed and interesting introduction to my first story and I find it funny because that it starts off like this then gets...well I guess you have to continue to find out. This story is actually my own little fantasy of what would happen to Pinkie Pie after somebody found out about her "Cupcake" addiction.

Chapter 2: The Room

Pinkie’s eyes quickly open, darting around to find out where she is. All around her is darkness with a single bright light hanging above the table she is laid on. She tries to move but all four legs are strapped down by leather, forcing her to be in a spread eagle position. It’s quiet, nothing moving except the light that is swinging from side to side ever so slowly. Suddenly, Pinkie Pie hears somepony whistling and tries to get that pony’s attention.

“Hello? Who is that?” She struggles against her bonds with some frustration but to no avail, exhaling loudly and giving up.

A familiar voice suddenly calls out of the darkness, “I’m glad you could finally wake up sleepyhead.” Pinkie Pie looks towards the direction of the voice and slowly sees a small light grey shape exit the shadows. Joy Stick smiles as he appears, walking slowly towards his bound captive.

He continues his speech, “Now the fun can begin!” Pinkie looks ultimately confused and a bit terrified.

“I-I don’t understand…” is all she can get out. Joy Stick skips over and stands next to the table, reaching a hoof out and tilting her head to look at him. He puts on a quivering lip to mock her then laughs.

“How could you not?! Is this not what you did on your quote unquote ‘special occasions’?” Pinkie can’t help but blush, trying to lie with a shake of her head. Joy Stick frowns, smacking her across the face hard. Her head slams to the right, red from the hit. She gasps and looks back at him, furious.

“You never hit a mare Joy Stick! That is not-“but she is interrupted by Joy Stick who screams, “Answer my question and admit to your evil actions! Do you know what I’m TALKING ABOUT!?” Pinkie stays silent, staring into his green eyes. She then closes her eyes and turns away slowly, nodding her head. Joy Stick grins with greed and victory.

Pinkie turns back in anger, arching her back and struggling out of her leather bonds as much as she can, screaming, “SO WHAT NOW JOY STICK?! AM I BECOMING A NICE, LITTLE CUPCAKE?!” She breathes heavily and quickly, staring at him intently. This time he is quiet, wondering how she is more angry than scared. Joy Stick puts on a poker face with a laugh.

“Ha! I wouldn’t sink to that level of yours. I have come up with my own idea though Pinkie and I need a ‘friend’ to do it.”
A tear runs down Pinkie Pie’s cheek, her eyes sparkling with wet tears as she responds, “Why…why are you doing this?” Quickly Joy Stick shoots back two words, almost mumbling them: “Button Mash.”

Pinkie sniffles and looks at Joy Stick. “What?”

Joy Stick blinks a tear away and glares at her confused face, “Last week you made him into a CUPCAKE! I WAS THE ONE WHO HAD TO SERVE THEM TO THE CUSTOMERS!”

He raises his hoof again and slaps her again, harder. “You massacred his body! You tore him apart! You BAKED him into a freaking SWEET!”

Pinkie cries out and sobs, only able to turn her head as she takes the beatings and babbles repeatedly, “His number was up! It was up!”

After a few smacks, Joy Stick stops hitting her and walks to the base of the table, standing next to a small pump on the floor and presses on it with his hoof. The table Pinkie lies on starts to slowly incline until it’s at a forty-five degree angle, the pink pony now the same height as him.

Joy Stick walks up to her still figure, smiling and whispers, “Now…now you’re on MY list.”

“Oh great are you making me into a cupcake now?” Pinkie complains, but he shakes his head.

“Oh no”, he starts with; “I’ve realized that you exert so much energy during your special occasions and I’m going to reroute that energy of yours into a more…constructive activity.” Joy Stick smiles, stepping closer and laughs.

Pinkie Pie’s body shakes, causing her long hair to get in her face.

“Wha...what kind of activity?” He lightly presses a hoof against her mouth, shushing her. His smile grows on his face and he parts Pinkie’s hair away from her face before leaning in and kissing her lips deeply, slipping his tongue into her mouth forcibly. Her eyes widen in surprise and disgust. She bites down on his tongue, making him pull away with a scream.

Pinkie screams at him, “You think I’m sick? You’re a sick PERVERT!” Instead of yelling back, Joy Stick only chuckles evilly, causing Pinkie to cringe.

“I like to think of it as a determined colt that is ready to change your life for the better.” He stands on his hind hooves, using his front ones to rub her body slowly, feeling how soft it is. His nose sniffs Pinkie’s hair and Joy’s eyes roll back as a smile forms on his face.

“Oh wow it DOES smell like cotton candy!” Pinkie Pie thrashes, trying to get him off.

She screams, “Get away Joy Stick! Let me go!”

Joy Stick chuckles with content at the obvious sign of her fear and replies, “I’m glad you’re scared. Maybe you’ll realize how everyone else felt. Now excuse me, I have to grab a few things.” The grey colt blends back into the darkness and Pinkie hears rummaging. All the while Pinkie continues to struggle, trying to ignore the burning feeling of an inevitable defeat in her heart. The screeching of metal wheels is heard and Joy Stick strolls out with a cart, eyes closed and whistling a tune. On the top of his cart are a many of objects and devices that are unfamiliar to Pinkie.

“What are those things? They are so colorful.” Pinkie actually smiles a bit at the bright and shiny devices. Joy Stick chuckles to himself and stops the cart a foot or so away from the captive.

He then happily states, “All will be explained in due time, but first…” He reaches down with his mouth and picks up a shiny red ball with elastic black straps attached to it. The superior pony walks up to Pinkie and to her surprise kisses her but pops the ball into her mouth, using his front hooves to clip the bands around her head to secure it tightly. He steps down and admires his handiwork, a tied Pinkie Pie with her mouth filled nicely with a lovely red ball. All that is heard from Pinkie are muffled complaints and whimpers, her eyes showing more innocence than ever.

“In case you couldn’t tell little miss mare, that is a ball gag. It’s going to come in handy for when you start screaming. You look so cute!” Joy Stick chuckles at the angry face Pinkie has.

“Now comes the fun part.” He grabs a long, plastic cylinder, smiling at it then at Pinkie. Her eyes change from anger to fear as she recognizes the object in front of her: a dildo. Quickly, Joy Stick skips over to her, leaning his body close to hers and smiling at her terrified face.

“Mmmmm…you’re going to be a whole new mare.” He grins evilly and laughs as Pinkie’s eyes widen and a squeal leaves her mouth and gets stopped by the gag. She looks down and sees the dildo rubbing against her pussy, slowly teasing its way in. Pinkie closes her eyes and starts to instantly sob, trying desperately to close her legs.

Joy Stick keeps going, feeling her pussy clench around the dildo. About halfway through, he is amazed to see the first 4 inches taken in easier than he thought.

“Oh I didn’t expect you to have a little sex buddy Pinkie. “ He chuckles as Pinkie Pie’s head tilts back, screaming into the gag. She closes her eyes, not wanting to look at her captor. After a little more effort Joy Stick fits all 8 inches of the dildo into her pussy, letting it sit inside her.

“Humph, you’re still a tight mare aren’t ya?” He chuckles and heads over to a small monitor, tapping a button. The dildo suddenly kicks on and vibrates gently, the vibrations easily heard.

“Now this is a special type of vibrator; I got it from Vinyl last week. You’ll understand why I got it from her in a second.” On the screen Pinkie Pie can see Joy Stick going into his music library and hitting a song. The song starts off with a deep bass, and the vibrator picks up the sound waves, sending deep pulsing vibrations inside Pinkie. She squirms and squeals, eyes bulging open with a sudden pleasure rushing through her but she resists the massive temptation to moan.

Joy Stick smiles and says, “This is all this song is Pinkie: a 10 hour compilation of deep bass! Enjoy it!” Tears run down her cheeks and she silently weeps, looking down at the floor in defeat. Joy Stick trots up to his pink slave, brushing a hoof up and down her inner leg before tilting her head to look at him.

“Hey don’t be sad now,” he grins wide, “smile Pinkie!” All the mare can do is plead with her eyes, whimpering softly.

In response Joy Stick leans and whispers in her ear: “I will break you Pinkie. I have all the time in the world.”

Author's Note

The story did take a drastic turn and that is what it was supposed to do.

Chapter 3: The Conversion

She cringes at those words, closing her eyes. Joy Stick looks down and sees that his little pet is dripping juices from her pussy. His hoof reaches down and retrieves some, lifting up to his mouth and licking his hoof for a taste. His smile appears and his green eyes stare at Pinkie Pie.

“You taste lovely my slave; now for your treat.” Joy Stick takes a step to the side and presses on the pump, Pinkie’s table tilting back to lay flat. Then the colt puts his front hooves on the edge of the table, grunting as he pushes the table down into the ground so she is on the floor.

“This will work MUCH better for your special treat.” He looks down at her, writhing in the pleasure she denies to show him. Slowly, he reaches down and rubs her inner thighs, smiling with lust and greed mixed together. His hooves move from her thighs down to her ass, circling each cheek with one hoof. Pinkie’s eye glare at Joy Stick in fear, shaking her head ‘no’ slowly and weakly due to the vibrator still working her pussy.

Finally she closes them, just wanting this nightmare to go away, but instead of opening her eyes to seeing reality they spring open wide as something gets pressed against her tight asshole. Her eyes stare at the colt in front of her standing in between her spread legs, his cock’s head pressing against her hole and trying to go in. Pinkie Pie screams through the gag, arching her back from the sudden invasion.

While she screams Joy Stick smiles evilly, hissing out, “Shh…it’s alright.” Chuckling, he continues his thrusts forward, his shaft stretching her ass. Due to the difficulty Joy Stick bites his lip and tilts his head back, wanting so badly to make it all the way in.

Pinkie’s teeth make deep marks in the gag as she bites down with all her might, trying to channel the pain but failing. Her chest rises and falls rapidly from panting sweat beading down her forehead. After a few seconds the superior pony manages to fit his cock balls deep, letting it sit there while he leans over and whispers in her ear.

“Feeling filled? Now that we made it this far, it’s time for me to kick it up a notch.” He pulls out all 9 inches of his unsheathed cock, only to slam it back in just as hard but more smoothly. Once it slides all the way back Pinkie’s eyes roll back, her body rocking from the power that’s being forced in her by Joy Stick. She screams and groans in pain, her muscles from her waist down straining and making her pussy clamp tighter around the vibrator and her ass cheeks clench against his cock.

Joy Stick pants heavily, sweating as well but not even close to slowing down. He closes his eyes and has an open-mouth smile on his face as he dominates her ass, pumping his cock in and out, in and out at a fast but deep rate. Pinkie’s asshole stretches around it, getting used to its size. Minutes of this go by, the endless mental battle that the pink mare has to go through slowly showing favor towards the submitting side of herself.

Joy Stick puts a hoof on the front of her head, tapping it lightly until she opens her eyes at him, filled with desperation and a need to speak. He chuckles and leans his head down, planting a nice long kiss on her gagged mouth, pulling back after flicking his tongue at her parted lips. His hips smack against her body, echoing in the room.
Little by little Pinkie’s mental denial crumbles, pleasure rather than pain running through her. Finally, after much effort she arches her back, eyes rolling back as she lets out a moan. Joy Stick grins in victory, feeling his cock swell with cum, about to blow.

“Sounds like somepony has had a change of heart, isn’t that right?” The pink mare nods her head, slowly at first but with the pleasure increasing so does her body. Pinkie tries to move as much as she can to grind against the cock inside her. Grunts and squeals escape around the gag and she closes her eyes halfway, her mind clouded with the lovely thought of sex, sex and more sex. Joy Stick feels that he can’t hang on much longer and gives a final thrust inside Pinkie, releasing his sperm inside her tight hole and watches in satisfaction as it slowly runs out of her, dripping onto the floor.

Pinkie thrusts forward against the vibrator, screaming out a muffled “Oh Joy Stick!” before cumming hard on it, shutting her eyes tightly. Joy Stick keeps his cock in her ass, panting slowly and heavily as he looks down at his little mare, running a hoof through her long hair. She looks up at him, her eyes now gleaming with lust.

“If I take the gag out are you going to yell?” Pinkie Pie shakes her head slowly, not wanting to leave her bondage. Joy Stick nods and reaches around to unclip the back of the ball gag, leaning forward to take it out of her mouth with his own. Just before he does though, the pink mare turns to the side and spits it out, turning back and leaning her head forward and kissing him deeply.

Joy Stick’s eyes widen, not expecting this type of thank you but his eyes close half way, kissing back, his front hooves rubbing against her chest. Their moans echo through the room, as does the hum of the electronic device between Pinkie’s legs. In Joy Stick’s mind he knew that he had succeeded in his mission. After weeks of knowing the information he knew and living through the experience himself, Pinkie Pie, the evil master of these actions, had been transformed into a much more useful pony with a much better addiction than that of baking her special cupcakes.

The addiction had been set, and even the innocent Pinkie Pie discovered that this special treatment of her “friends” not only benefited herself, but could satisfy them as well. No matter who was on her new list though, she knew that her addiction was not to fulfill her own fantasies, but to please her superior pony, for it was he who was kind enough to pass this addiction on to her.

She would cherish it and spread it to her “friends” on the list.

THE END