I sat inside the carriage, my eyes fixated on everything around me. I looked out the window; I can tell, the sun’s radiant glow is cooling down into a quiet Twilight. The carriage’s inside is covered in royal purple dyed animal hyde, and the seats metal trims are plated with gold.

I nuzzle close to Cookie, we’re sitting in the seat near the horses drawing the carriage. Rarity was seated directly in front of us.

I’m leaned in on Cookie, his arm was wrapped around me and his strong muscles just make me want to… Ahh! I find myself rubbing up on him a lot, eventually I just cave and wrap my hoofs around his chest like a filly clinging to her mother.

Cookie looked down and smiled, “Why hey there beautiful, I see you're getting comfortable.”

I keep my mouth shut, I grinned a little bit, but I kept my mouth shut.

He kissed me on the forehead, “Awh, Pinkie. You’re too adorable.”

I blush harder, I hear him speak;

“So Rarity, Do you perhaps know how much longer it is til Canterlot?”

Rarity Frowned, “I can’t say I do, I’d imagine another hour or so.”

Cookie pet my head a bit, “Well that’s alright, it’s a beautiful day out. Wouldn’t you say Rarity?”

Rarity smiled, “Quite so, I meant to ask you but is your real name Joseph? I been meaning to ask you, and I suppose now is a good time to get to know each other.

Cookie nodded, “Why yes, I am Joseph. Looking at your luring dress designs and rather stunning fashion sense, I’m going to guess you’re the fashonista Pinkie Pie has been telling me about.”

I opened my eyes, I was getting a bit sleepy on Cookies shoulder; oopsies!

Rarity smiled, “Indeed I am, I heard you’re a royal heir. Fashions for Saddle-arbia or something along the lines.”

Cookie Blushed, “Well you know, I was just kind of born into the family. It’s not always as easy as it seems managing trade flow. I assume you’d like me to give you a contact form later? I was actually invited to this party prior; most hierarchs like to talk business here. You’re a talented designer Rarity, there’s a lot of buzz about your new dress designs.”

Rarity’s face beamed, “Oh my, you’re serious?”

Cookie nodded with a coy grin, “Certainly. I question why you chose Pinkie Pie as a model though? Word has it that you usually invite a blond model, a petite filly named Flutter-something to display your designs.”

Rarity’s coughed, “Ah yes, well Fluttershy and I had a bit of a fall out.”

Cookie looked at Rarity quizzically; a dry silence filled the air until I broke it.

I looked upwards from my fixated position on his shoulder, “Our ‘friends’ Fluttershy, Twilight, and Applejack all jumped the ship on us a while back. Fluttershy seemingly dropped off the grid, Twilight became an arrogant…, and Applejack is supposedly investing in land Appleloosa.”

Cookie rubbed my left arm a bit, it felt… calming.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. I know friends come and go but it’s hard to believe the elements of harmony could separate like that.”

I frowned, “I wish they hadn’t left me.”

The cabin went silent as my comment diffused what little light hearted conversation we had going. (I hate myself, why am I so akward, ugh!)

I stutterd, “R-rarity, why did you think I’d be a good model. I mean I-“

Cookie smiled, “I think I can answer that Rarity. It’s because you’re a wonderful filly Pinkie, and you deserve to get out more. I know working as an intern with little pay is rough, and I think we both know you deserve to have fun.”

Rarity looking a bit awestruck smiled and nodded, “I couldn’t have said it better myself Cookie.”

I smiled nuzzling him a bit harder. (You’re too good to me Cookie.)

A while went by, I fell asleep on his shoulder there for a bit. I guess he decided to just relax because next thing I know Rarity, Cookie, and I were nearing a large, well-crafted castle, and it was almost night.

He puts the back of my flat mane softly, I hear him say in a super quiet tone of voice,

“Come on sleepy head, wake up.”

I open my eyes fully. Rarity is sitting across from us; she appears to be completely d’awh struck. I don’t know how cute me and Cookie look together, and I don’t care. All I know is I want to be with him as much as possible, I don’t know why; I just kinda do.

I push his arm off of me gently as I sit back squarely on my rump. I sat there for a moment doing a little stretch, I suppose sitting in a carriage for some three hours will do that to you.

Cookie opens the carriage’s door and step onto the paved street down. He grabbed onto Rarity’s hoofs escorting her down from the carriage, he did the same for me. (He’s such a gentleman).

Rarity smiled and did a little bow in front of him, “Why thank you, uh… Joseph? Would you like me to call you that?”

Cookie shook his head, “Nah, feel free to call me Cookie, or Joe, at least if you’re addressing me informally. I do believe we’re friends, are we not?”

Rarity nodded, “Well a friend of Pinkie’s is a friend of mine I suppose, especially such a handsome one” she punched Cookie on the shoulder.

“Please Rarity, you’re too kind.” Cookie laughed. Looking back at the carriage he saw me. I was on the verge of tears; I don’t want to go to the party. They’ll either laugh at me or hate me, I can’t go, I refuse to!

Cookie frowned, “Pinkie are you alright?” I watched as he signaled Rarity to leave. She nodded and trotted her way up the avenue where the party was being held.

“I- I just can’t. I-I” He cut off my sentence with a kiss. It was the first time any stallion has kissed me. Or- well, the first time my face has gotten all hot and tingly from one.

Cookie broke off the kiss, “Come on Pinkie, stay close and I’ll make sure to keep you safe.”

I walked up from behind him. Standing at adjacent from each other I leaned over and nuzzled his neck, he wrapped his right arm around me; I leaned into him as we walked.

“Thankyou Cookie.”

“It’s no problem Pinkie Pie, I wouldn’t want that mascara to run after all.”

I laughed a little bit, it was a good joke. Wait was that a joke? Whatever.

We strolled down the cobblestone streets of Canterlot admire that rather upper class brick work of the surrounding shops. Entering through gold plated metal gate, one which initials read “B.B”.

I looked quizzically at Cookie, “Blue blood?” I asked.

That was the jerk that ruined Rarity’s night at the gala last time. I’m guessing he’s just hosting, that snooty daddies boy would be holding get together wouldn’t he?

“Yes. Part of the reason I wasn’t going to go was because it was one of his get togethers. Nothing but trouble with him, he’s another big economic power except he specializes in food; I really don’t have much business here as a fashions realtor.”

I nod, “So can we just enjoy the ball for what it is than?”

He squeezed me a bit, “Curtainly, and hey; don’t sweat talking to these people. They all made a living doing small talk, just let it all go.”

I smiled, “Got it!”

We eventually saw our way to the massive marble dance hall. The area was filled with Mares and Stallions dressed in rather posh business attire. The room was filled with millionaires, billionaires, war veterans, and royalty.

“I gotta say Cookie, this is all really overwhelming.”

Cookie smiled, “Don’t worry dear, they’re all nice people. Well, with the exception of a few. Just remain calm alright.”

Cookie and I walked around the ball’s conversation grounds for a bit. Cookie and I stopped when we heard someone call his name, “Cookie my boy, long time no see.”

Cookie and I turned around, an old man approached us. He looked decently nice, formal red army uniform, war medals, a cyan coat, and faded blue mane. He looked a lot like granny smith except a bit more cheery.

“Cookie my boy, how has been. I haven’t seen you in months.” He turned his head at me. “Oh, and who is this fine filly, I always knew you had it in you.” The old stallion chuckled a bit. I smiled, he was really sweet, and he made me blush.

Cookie nodded, “This is Pinkamena Diana Pie, she’s may filly friend; and me? Well, I’ve been fine. A bit overwhelmed with work from my dad but over all pretty happy. What about you, how have you been?”

The old man stroked the small beard on his face smiling, “Me? Well I’ve been preoccupying myself with visits to my grandchildren every so often. It’s hard walking’ any more, but it’s worth it to see their smiles.”

He starred at me, “What’s wrong Pikamena?” He asked.

I wiped a tear from my eye, “Nothing, that’s just really sweet.”

The old man smiled, “Oh, well it comes with age I guess. A labor of love if you will. Now I don’t want to keep you two from having a good time, I’ll be talking with a few of my war buddies if you need me.”

Cookie nudged my shoulder, “See Pinkie, I told you the people here are alright.”

I smiled, “Yeah, I guess so.” I nudged him in the shoulder, playfully I said, “But you don’t have to be such a know it all about it.”

He beamed. He has such a cute smile, well handsome; like a young stallion. I’m stupid.

Cookie and I walked around occasionally sitting down to talk with some people. There was a really nice old couple; you know? More war vets. The Prime Minster of Manehatten because they don’t have a nobility there. Most striking was that the Equestrian Royalty was there.

Cookie and I actually parted ways, being a small time baker I was able to talk to a lot of the produce people about products and such. It wasn’t exactly a think tank conversation but we got to have some small talk.

I walked around enjoying the scenery of it all. Tapestries painted bright and beautiful colors like a rainbow. Rugs and furniture all hand made with unique features.

I actually ended up walking into someone, a big stallion; it’s… Shining Armor?

He didn’t fall over like me; I am half his size after all. I really don’t mind Shining, he’s nice from what I’ve heard and although he’s related to ‘Her’ he wasn’t a bad stallion.

He lent me a hand and pulled me on my feet.

“Oh hey Pinkie, long time no see. What’s going on?”

I shook my head, “Oh nothing, just here with my date?”

“Oh, Really? Who’s the lucky stallion?”

I blushed, “His name is Cookie, He’s a real sweetheart and apparently Royality at that.”

Shining nodded, “Turquoise coat, dirty blond?”

“Yes” I said.

The Prince smiled, “Yeah, he’s really nice. He helps with most of the fashion imports you know?”

“Yeah I know, I swear half the people here are just talking business. Why is that?”

Shining looked around, he brushed his navy blue mane away from his face; “I don’t know Pinkie, I guess some people just aren’t content with what they already have.”

I nodded a bit disheartened, “That’s kind of why Rarity came here.”

“Yeah, well she can actually use the business. I don’t know why she hasn’t moved to Canterlot yet.”

“She says she doesn’t want to leave Ponyville behind, Her and I are like best friends.”

Shining raised his eyebrow, “You know Pinkie, you could always work for Blue Blood. He’s really picky about his food quality and I’m sure as a talented baker you’d be a shoe in for the position.”

You know what? I bet he’s right. If I’m good for anything it’s baking, I’ve been doing it for half my life now. I grabbed hold of my diamond necklace, I have no idea if Mr. and Mrs. Cake really want me gone or not. I know they love me, but this is a really good opportunity.

I sigh, “I suppose I could ask him, I’m- I’m just a bit…”

Shining cocked his head to right, “Shy?”

“Yes, would you please?”

I watched as Shining trotted over to the Prince. The two conversed for a bit before the prince stared across the room at me, he held a gaze for a second before patting Shining on the shoulder. A cold air blew through the ball room and my feet got cold, the prince approached me; at that moment I realized that I didn’t see any of the princesses in the room.

Prince Blue Blood walked up directly in front of me, he stood towering over me like a fortress wall; I found no way in or out of our conversation.

He took a sip of his martini and set it on the table I was standing near. He walked around me, examining me, my hoofs locked up, I’m really nervous. I blushed as he locked at my pendent.

“You’re a shy one aren’t you, you’re being dreadfully quite.”

I blushed a deeper shade of red as he prodded my face with his hoof. I closed my eyes as he forced them eye level with his own.

“Perfect. You’re good, no you’re better than that; you’re just the one I’m looking for.”

I cough opening my eyes again, “I-I don’t h-have much experience, but I’ve been doing it for a little while.”

He smiled, “Come with me Pinkie. I’d like to talk in a more, how you say; secluded area?”

I nod with a small smile, “Sure, you might be able to hear me better.”

“The crowd is being awful loud right now isn’t it?” The Pagasus prince asked.

Again I nodded, “Yes, quite so. Umm, please lead the way.”

I followed fast behind him. We exited the ball room through a rather large wooden door. The hallway we entered looked progressively less elegant and much creepier. (Way aren’t we stopping this was plenty far). Nothing but a few patrolling guards surround us, it’s rather peculiar really. I know this is his house, but this much further away from the ball room.

The walls were tall, covered in blue and gold tapestries, the rugs that covered the floor were red and gold. The walls covered in paintings of clad ponies that looked dated and depressed.

Blue Blood made an immediate stop, he looked around. Using his right arm’s elbow he knocked open a small heavy wooden door. My eyes lit up, he picked me up by my diamond necklace and threw me into a dark black room.

My head hit some hard wall, I couldn’t see anything but his black silhouette in the white doorway. I felt my neck, the necklace had cut into my skin a bit… and it was gone! I started to cry, I think I know what’s going to happen. He’s going to kill me, I yelled out but I was suddenly winded by a hoof to the stomach.

He pushed a wet cloth in front of my mouth, I tried yelling. I opened my mouth, I suck in the liquids vapor by mistake; I looked up at Blue bloods sadistic face and started to feel a bit woozy.

I opened my eyes, I was in a dark room. Like the rest of the castle the walls were made with a thick, heavy looking solid stone blocks.

I raise my head up, and try to do the same with my hoofs. I can’t. My front hoofs are anchored down by some metal bracelets. I tried moving my back legs but I got the same result. My legs were being kept separated by some odd force; I’m wearing two metal bracelets on each of my back hoofs too.

I bit down; I have some sort of gag in my mouth. I try yelling but the rubber in my mouth nullified all of my attempts.

So I sit there, my plot fixated high in the air; I start fidgeting around with all my force. I hear a door open behind me, I smelt the rug… it smells like dirt and blood.

I turn my head as far as it could go, my back legs were being separated by a bar and my night in tin armor is coming to receive his dame.

I know what was about to happen. My face turns blood red as he mounts me. (Wait!) I feel a sudden jolt strike into my snatch. I rock backwards a bit in response.

Over and over again he thrust himself in and out of me; it’s nothing but 80%, 20% Primal lust, and 100% shame. The worst part about this wasn’t that I’m being used like a slave, it’s that a small part of me enjoys it, I’m so bucked up.

I feel myself get wet (I don’t want this!), I can feel his member convulsing; my own part acting in response. I can’t see it, but I can feel it. A disgusting mix of semen and blood drips from by backside and stains my dress. I didn’t even climax.

He undoes the restraints around my legs. I collapse to the ground into a small ball sobbing in grievance.

“It’s your first time wasn’t it?” He said it like a viper, extending the‘s’s and whispering. A lust on his tongue her licks my neck.

I shiver, (You’re such a bucking creep!).

He pulls me onto my shaky fours; my eyes meet with my rapist, I remain in tears. He smiles as he undoes my ball-gag. It drops to the ground; it was covered in my slobber.

He presses his muzzle against my own, whispering he says; “Now I’m going to let you go, but unless you want to be mutilated by one of my knights, I suggest you don’t say a word to any pony got that”?

He kisses me on the lips. (I’ve had enough, I’m so done!) I duck under his muzzle and bite into his neck. A red gush a liquid comes out of his neck as he backs away from me, he tumbles to the ground, “You Bitch, consider yourself a number one target got that?!”

I run up to him in a fit of anger and bash his jaw line, I spit on his face tears still dropping out of my eyes, “Doesn’t feel too good does it?”.

I run out of the room crying, I don’t know where I am. I aimlessly run throughout the castle following the noise of the party. I looked a wreck; my shoes were gone, as was my necklace.

I should really be elaborating my thoughts but I need to leave, I have to. I spotted Cookie, I ran to him and grabbed his shoulder. I started tugging on it, “Cookie please, we need to leave right now!”

“What, Pinkie what happened, are you alright?” He asked in a rather serious tone.
I whispered “no” under my breath before restating louder, “Yes please, just leave now. We need to go somewhere else, somewhere more private.”

He grabbed unto my shoulder, I could feel his touch reinforce my body. He looked into my eyes like he was about to cry, as if he was as concerned for me as I am. “Pinkie, you look sick. I need to get you to bed!”

He looks around at the guards in the castle; nothing seems suspicious so he and I just charge out of the castles grand door.

The two of us just keep running, never looking back. Not much happened. We found a rather large hotel complex to stay the night in, it was the one Cookie reserved for us the night prior. He and I trotted through the empty hallways of the hotel; it was really long and quite; a bit cold too. We made it through the door; hastily, he used the key he had to unpick its lock.

He walked inside and undid his tie and suit. I sat down on my rump, it felt raw. A tear fell down my eyes as I looked at him. I don’t know what just happened. Like my body was moving faster than my mind, I don’t even have anything to say. I just looked up at Cookie as my eyes flooded with tears.

He picks me up with his front hoofs; using his back two he walked me to the bed. It was a large king sized one. Heh, I suppose Rarity had a separate room. It was a large navy blue bed with white and black pillows. It was really soft and had a heavy comforter. I crawled under it immediately, the pressure it put on me, it felt… comforting.

Taking the rest of his clothes off Cookie climbed under the bedding too.

He turns on his right side to look at me, (Don’t worry about me Cookie, I’m just in the fetal position)

“Pinkie, something happened at that party.”

I turn to him and grip hard on his chest; he pulls me into a hug.

“I’m sorry Cookie.”

He hugged me tight as he used his right arm to stroke my hair,

“Sorry about what?”

My lips go silent; I break out into another round of tears. Sinking my face into his chest; my body shook a bit, I don’t think I’m in pain though. He held me in his embrace like that for half an hour. I broke the silence; I needed to say something, anything to get it off my mind,

“I’m a foal!”…

Author's Note

Well, I next chapter will be bit more "Infantalist" related.

I hope all of you enjoyed the chapter, I will be publishing a new one in (5-7) days! Also look forward to the next chapter of Fluttercrinkle, It will be posted in (2-3) days!

I wish you all a wonder day! ~ Oliver-England