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