A Perturbingly Pinker Perspective

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That night, Pinkie Pie had a very strange dream.

It started innocuously enough, with a relaxing ride atop a cloud of cotton candy as her winged alligator companion swooped in and out of the candied sky. However, she was abruptly jarred out of her pleasant dream by shifting without warning into another.

Her eyes were locked straight ahead on a dark road, blurring and almost glowing yellow stripes painted down the middle. She was moving far faster than any mare could, even though it felt like she wasn’t moving at all. A bit like flying, but much too close to the ground for comfort; too fast, far too fast. Dark shadowy trees whipped past as she went faster and faster, plummeting into the dark with a whistling scream-

Pinkie Pie jolted awake in a cold sweat, trying not to hyperventilate as she patted herself down in blind panic. After a few moments of catching her breath and listening to the cheerful chirrups of birds singing their morning songs just outside her window, Pinkie finally managed to begin calming down.

Just a dream.

It was all just a dream.

Of course it was, silly, she rubbed her eyes with a small, relieved smile. Just a dream.

You’ve got some weird fuckin’ dreams, Ralph yawned.

Pinkie Pie found that her right eye was mysteriously twitching.

“You’re still here!” Pinkie’s hoof wound down her face in miserable panic.

Well, duh, the voice behind her ears groaned tiredly. Not like I can really go anywhere.

She felt one of her hooves sliding over the base of her ear, and she was quick to force it back down. It was surprisingly simple to do so this time, almost like resisting a sneeze. The sound of Mrs. Cake trudging up the stairs to wake her shook her out of her thoughts as she paced, her ears flattening hard against her head.

No funny business this time, Pinkie found herself frowning in front of the vanity mirror. Ralph did not answer, which she took as a sign of acknowledgement.

“Pinkie Pie?” she heard her landlord’s voice on the opposite side of the door, though it did not open as she expected it to. “I know it’s a bit early, but I’ll need your help in the kitchen-”

She wasted no time in yanking the door open, startling the mare. However, Pinkie Pie looked just as chipper and cheerful as always, if a bit sleepy.

“You got it, Missus Cake!” Pinkie beamed, standing at attention. It was painfully obvious from the fact that her boss had difficulty looking her in the eye that the previous day’s ‘incident’ was clearly unforgotten.

“R-right,” she coughed awkwardly into her hoof after a moment. “Dear, we’ve got a delivery for a colt’s birthday party on the corner of Eleventh and Acorn,” Mrs. Cake shifted uneasily back down the stairs, her own weak smile returning.

“Already on my way to help!” she followed her closely. “Just let me wash up first and I’ll be right in!”

Ralph said nothing.

Ralph said nothing for a long time.

Pinkie Pie was in an extraordinary mood that day.

The work had been more than strenuous and the heat from the kitchen nearly set the house on fire twice (only one of which had been Pinkie’s fault) and the sweets and pastries were so tightly packed into their containers that the weight would have caused a lesser mare’s legs to buckle, but still Pinkie’s mood did not falter.

Perhaps it was because the only voice in her head she had to listen to was her own.

Pinkie felt pretty good. She was back to laughing and joking just like her old self had been, which the Cakes took a quiet note of. The colt’s birthday party, a young thing by the name of Pipsqueak, had been fairly small and quiet, but Pinkie still felt a little left out that she hadn’t been asked to throw it for him. It was right there in her job description after all. But then again, some herds preferred to keep things quiet and tidy like that, and there were plenty of other ponies who needed her party professionalism.

Not that it stopped her from leaving a business card anyway, though.

Pinkie felt pretty good for nearly the whole day. She went about her daily business helping the Cakes, ravenously devoured a number of poor, unfortunate pastries unlucky enough to fall under her gaze, and had her thoughts all to herself. She felt really good.

And then Mrs. Cake had to go and bend over in front of her.

“The pan, dear?” Cup motioned patiently for Pinkie to continue passing her baking pans for the waiting cupboards.

She tried hard to move for several seconds, her body oddly stiff and totally unresponsive when it happened.

… I want to fuck her.

… Oh-oh no. Oh, no. Oh, no no no!

Oh my god, look at that fucking ass! she could almost hear the voice drooling in her head, which produced a rather nasty mental image. Of course, that was nothing compared to the mental images that her unwelcome visitor was assaulting her mind with presently.

“Pinkie?”

“Fuh-muh-nee-muh-nuh,” Pinkie Pie spluttered shakily. Her limbs were trembling, and every moment she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the rear of her employer was a moment too long.

I gotta fuck her! Ralph breathed gleefully. Oh man, oh man…!

“Pinkie Pie, dear, are you feeling alright?” Mrs. Cake carefully placed a hoof to her forehead, feeling for temperature. “You aren’t looking very well…”

Whereas before it had been difficult to move, it now took absolutely everything within Pinkie’s power not to move at all. Her whole body was shaking by this point as she desperately struggled against the force within, forcing it back lest he gain control and do something that she’d really prefer not to.

“I-I’m f-f-fine, Mi-hir-muh-missus Cake,” Pinkie struggled, her voice coming out in short rasps. “Fi-fine!”

“Really, hon?” Cup inspected her carefully, drawing closer. Her every movement, even her slightly sweet scent seemed to be making her body harder to control, made it harder to stay focused. Even when she just bumped up against her it felt like her heart was going to explode from the sheer pressure.

“I’m g-go-going,” Pinkie burst out, struggling to tear herself away and nearly tripping over her own hooves in the process. “Bed! Night!”

“Er… goodnight…?” Cup watched warily as Pinkie literally dragged herself from the room. “Do take care, dearie! Should I hel-”

“No!” Pinkie screeched back in panic, the broiling fire within growing all the more difficult to control as she pulled herself forcefully up the stairs. “No, I’m fine! Just a little under the wih-wah-weather is all!”

Pinkie barely made it to her bedroom and kicked the door shut behind herself before her legs buckled, sending her crashing to the floor. Gummy barely managed to scamper out of the way in time before being squished, but Pinkie Pie was hardly aware of his existence.

What are you doing? Such a fine piece of ass in front of you and you run away?

What’s wrong w- me? ME? What’s wrong with YOU?! Pinkie Pie screamed internally, and much to her surprise something in the back of her mind seemed to flinch. It was a very strange, unsettling feeling. Albeit, no more strange and unsettling than everything else, but still.

“Gotta… gotta fuck…!” her mouth blurted as she dragged herself across the floor, hooves somehow finding their way between her hind ligs.

Stop thinking things like that about Missus Cake, you creep!

I can’t help it, Ralph whined internally. She’s freaking hot! I haven’t beat off in what feels like forever, I’m gonna pop if I don’t fuck something!

“What?”

I didn’t even know I could get backed up inside of somebody’s head!

Pinkie Pie took a long, deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut and straining to stand.

Unfortunately, closing her eyes only made it easier for the multitude of filthy images to blossom up in her mind, very many of which were of ponies that she intimately knew. Her cheeks burned furiously as she tried to shake them away, wrenching her eyes back open.

“What did I just say?” she struggled to speak. Her body felt tight, tense. Hard to move, and her insanely rapid heartbeat just wouldn’t seem to slow down.

Hey, Ralph started at last. Hey. Pink. You don’t want me to fuck your boss, right?

She wasn’t really sure if she had said it out loud or not. It felt like she might have, but the disorientation was making it difficult to tell. Pinkie didn’t really have to reply to Ralph’s answer, nor did he give her time to.

I think I’ve got a solution… you wanna try it?

So long as it stops, Pinkie thought back breathlessly, her chest physically hurting.

Then relax. I’m taking control now.

Pinkie Pie resisted initially, but the second she stopped it became… easier. It wasn’t like having the reigns roughly jerked away from her as she expected, leaving her helplessly in a carriage ride to doom. Instead it was more like sitting back in a theatre seat, reclining slowly and gradually focusing on the stage as the actors came out one by one. Pinkie’s heartbeat didn’t slow down at all, but her limbs did finally seem to stop shaking. She found herself carefully inspecting her hooves more than anything, watching as one turned over the other.

She could almost sense the presence’s fascination.

And then she felt something else.

Perhaps it had been the reason her body had become such a hotbed for strange activity, or why it had suddenly become so difficult to control herself. A strong sensation, something nearly weighty. Powerful.

Need.

Pure, simple, primal.

Primal was definitely a word that matched. Ralph had little to no self-control as he shamelessly explored her body. Her own hooves ran rampant down herself, brushing roughly across her teats and straight down to her genitals. There was no rising sensation that she somehow expected, no personal feelings at all; simply straight to business, the edge of her hoof crudely and jerkily dragging its way across her slit over and over, almost pawing at her entrance.

Ouch! Stop, that hurts!

Sorry, Ralph murmured back without sounding remorseful at all. “Sorry ‘bout that. Uh… huh. Yeah.”

He wasn’t even really responding to her any more than he was simply making noise, his attention focused solely on her body.

This feels… dirty, Pinkie watched as the edge of her hoof penetrated her slot, sliding up and down without rhythm. A couple of times Ralph bumped just against her clit, sending a swift tingle up the base of her spine. Ra-Ralph, this doesn’t feel right…

“Oh, come on,” he said intently with her mouth. “It’s your own body, not anybody else’s. It’s perfectly natural.”

What’s natural about – ah! – about letting somepony else FONDLE me down there? You’re not even –hey! – You aren’t…

Pinkie Pie’s internal voice began to drain, her focus slowly lost. Maybe she could push out the existence of Ralph, try to massage him right out of her body. All she could think about was the sensation of her hard hoof penetrating her just so, sliding up and down so teasingly, so tantalizingly, but still not deep enough to really be satisfying. The way it felt to have her own limbs betray her, one hoof rolling in unpracticed circles around her clit. Whether it was just her body’s reaction or Ralph was the cause, she found her hips rising up eventually, trying to meet her hoof tips. If only she could get a little closer, it would feel even better… Something to get closer, something to go faster, deeper…

Oh Celestia. Oh Celestia. Oh Celestia… Oh. Oh, ooh. Ooh, Celestia…!

It became somewhat simpler to understand Ralph from the shared feeling, one of desperate need. His was much stronger though, more overwhelming. The ‘filthy’ images Ralph brought up really didn’t seem so dirty anymore, even though there were almost a constant stream of them. Twisted fantasies that were too nasty to name, and still held her in allure. Pinkie’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, and neither of them cared. Her heartbeat didn’t slow down at all; exactly the opposite, to her surprise. So pleasing, even though she tried hard to deny it. The drumming of her heartbeat in her ears filled the silence, and it was the only rhythm Ralph touched her to. Up and down, up and down, in and out, in and out, just so but never quite deep enough-

Pinkie’s lower half spasmed suddenly, her trembling hooves spreading her apart in one big embarrassing display as she squirted. Hot jism ran down her hoof, her breath thankfully caught in her throat from the ecstasy as she came. She bucked again and again, cheeks clenching and unclenching as she grasped needfully at the edge of her hoof, thrusting and tugging for just a sliver more of that pleasure-

And then came Pinkie Pie’s next revelation as she was smack dab in the midst of the best and first orgasm she had ever had.

Ralph wasn’t in control.

He hadn’t been in control for a while now.

Pinkie looked down at her dripping self shamefully, her ears burning so hotly that they might have been on fire.

… That, Ralph said quietly, was fucking amazing.

“W-what…” Pinkie wiped herself in morbid fascination, thinking only of two things; firstly how she was going to sneak to the bath to clean herself properly, and secondly that she still didn’t feel properly satisfied. “What – I mean, wow. I mean, wow. Oh gosh. I mean… wow.”

I know, right? Ralph breathed as she tried to stand, her legs wobbly and quavering. Before, however, it had been because she was straining to stay in control. This time, she just felt… drained. Holy fucking shit, that was fantastic, Pinkie Pie. I felt – I felt everything, that was good! DAMNED good!

So that’s what it feels like, she thought dimly to herself as she crept to the bathroom, the water not really seeming to do much except make her wetter. Which was the point of the water, after all, but still.

Have you seriously never masturbated before? Ralph inquired quizzically, clearing feeling much happier about it than she was. The needy, burning sensation was gone from her mind, but now there was something else that bothered her. Another, similar sensation that was almost as difficult to ignore.

“Should have I?” Pinkie asked aloud to the mirror, watching her facial expressions closely.

Definitely, she could almost hear Ralph grinning. It feels so much different this way. Still awesome though.

“What do you mean?” Pinkie Pie asked wearily as she sank into the tub of hot water, her trembling hooves making little waves as she lowered herself into the steam.

Ralph went silent for a moment, deep in thought.

It’s kind of like this, he showed her an image of something that very likely did not belong to a stallion, yet somehow caused her to blush again anyway. I mean, I’ve never, uh… orgasmed, I guess, like that before.

I still don’t understand, Pinkie thought softly as she lowered herself further, the water coming almost up to her snout.

It feels… different, somehow. As a guy it’s just, like, more in one go. You know?

Not really.

I mean… Urgh, how do I put it. It feels good, sure, but it’s not the same. I guess you could say it’s just about release, getting to the climax. Back on your floor, though. That felt… different.

Pinkie Pie tiredly tried to ask “Different how?” but discovered that her mouth was too far underwater. Ralph understood regardless.

… Better, I think. I mean, at least more, uh, satisfying. It felt… it felt good. It felt really good. I think… I think I might have liked it more than I did cumming as a guy.

“I think-”

Gimme a minute here, Ralph interrupted with something that sounded like panic in his thought-voice. Kind of going through a sexuality crisis here.

“You’re going through a crisis,” Pinkie Pie muttered with a humorless laugh. “You’re going through a crisis. Well, excuse me.”

Hey, he was quick to return. Hey. Hey, Pinks. You, uh… you feeling that?

“What…?” she asked uncertainly, sinking a little back into the water. For some reason her eyes were continuously drawn to the mirror, almost as if she would find Ralph looking back at her.

I know you’ve got to be feeling that, too. I feel everything that you do. And I feel like I haven’t had quite enough yet.

And as much Pinkie was loath to admit it, he was right.

Ralph started to take control again, but Pinkie gently pushed him back. Surprisingly he obeyed the mental command, relinquishing control the moment she pulled for it.

He was right, and she knew it. She wasn’t quite satisfied.

But as long as she was here almost alone in the bath, at least she had the chance to try and do things properly. Even if she didn’t know quite how it was done, she’d show Ralph how it was done, even if it took all night.

And Pinkie Pie felt pretty damned good.

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