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.