"Wh-Where am I..?" A stallion asked. He was paprika with a banana yellow mane. He pushed himself up and pushed his hoof to his face, but he did it too hard and hit himself in the face. Unprepared for the impact, he winced and let out a groan, cursing.
"You're in Sugar Cube Corner!" Pinkie Pie said. "I saw the perfect opportunity, so me and the crew brought you here!"
"Sugar Cube Corner?" He asked, more awake. He tried to stand, but something held him to a soft surface, probably a bed. Blinking to clear his vision, a sharp stab of surprise struck him, and then he saw a pink figure. It had pointy ears and a wet snout, and long, pink fur coming from its head.
"Who are you?" He asked. "This isn't funny anymore."
"I'm Pinkie Pie, and don't worry, the fun will come back soon!" She reassured him.
"Why can't I move?" He asked, thinking this was a lucid dream.
"You're strapped to the Bucking Table!" She replied, bouncing a bit. As his vision cleared, he could see a few more figures behind her, a muliticolored figure and what looked like a griffin. He blinked. "The Bucking Table?" He asked, clearly confused. He flinched as the hooves of the animal, probably a horse, pressed on his cheeks. A gruff sounding voice emitted from behind her.
"Just gag him and get started! I'm getting impatient here!"
Pinkie Pie nodded. "Okay, okay. Just let me find it." She bounced off, her pink tail bobbing up and down. The other two figures showed behind her. One was blue with shaggy, rainbow hair and the other was, clearly a griffin. She had her tail to the side, and the stallion remembered that meant normally that the animal was in heat. He knew in alarm exactly what was happening now, and he started squirming.
"Let me go! Let me g-umph!" He gagged as a pink and yellow polka-dotted bulb was shoved into his mouth. A gag. But it was colorful...
"So, let's get started, shall we?" The rainbow one said as she opened wings he wasn't aware of before. She used one to tug at his member and he tried to gasp. The pink one giggled.
God, please help me...
