My Little Pony: A Hazy Adventure

Chapters

Stormy Night Case Files, #1
The Orchard
The Boutique
Stormy Night Case Files, #3
The Bakery
The Race
The Library
Epilogue: The End
The Grove
Stormy NIght Case Files, #2

Stormy Night Case Files, #1

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Supplemental
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Manehatten Police Report
2nd Year of Harmony - [Date obscured]

At 10 pm last night the fire department responded to numerous reports
of flames and smoke issuing from a small office on the 23rd floor of
the Cranehurst building. Once the flames were extinguished the cause
was discovered to be a faulty electric light that had fallen from the
ceiling onto several open (and apparently partially full) bottles of
alcohol.

Initial attempts to locate the office tenant, a "Stormy Night," were
unsuccessful, and interviews with other tenants and the building manager
revealed that he had not been seen in over a week. At this point the
investigation shifted from arson to missing persons, and my department
was brought in.

This file is a complete catalog of the evidence and documents
gathered from the scene, a surprising number of which survived both
the fire and water. The story they tell is notable: clearly Mr. Night
had an obsession which was causing him a number of concerns. Whether
it had any significant connection to his disappearance is unclear.
As of yet we have not discovered any significant leads as to the
nature of his disappearance or his current status.

Item #4

Old manuscript. Handwritten, badly burnt and illegible in places.

"-generally do this in two ways. The first is eye contact, which can
be used to induce an unnatural relaxation or sense of ease.

The second is a steady rhythm, often a tapping or a carefully spoken
word. This seems to serve as a stronger version of the first method, inducing
intense relaxation and mild euphoria in the victim. This method's main
weakness is that it is in some sense too effective. While very pliable,
victims are so relaxed that they seem to be unable to understand anything beyond
very simple commands, and any complicated or long-term manipulation is
impossible. Efficacy varies widely depending on the victim, [several words smeared]
and various other factors, and intensity can be increased if the user is patient, but both
methods seem to rapidly decrease in strength if used repeatedly in a short period of time.

Both abilities are fairly weak, but this also makes them easy to
perform (and repeat if needed) and hard to detect. In isolation, they
are mildly hazardous, parlor tricks that are just a little too good.
Mixed with other talents, they are the beginning of a very dark night."

The Orchard

The morning rain was still drying off the leaves of the apple trees. Under one of the largest
a golden yellow pony was already back at work, mud splattered up her hooves. She gave
the trunk a hard kick. The branches shuddered, and several apples fell neatly into the
bushel below, already nearly full.

Applejack stopped a minute, taking a deep breath in. The smell of the orchard after a
rain was really something. Fresh and eager, full of life. She was sure the crop this year
would be one of the best ever.

A wet splash came suddenly from behind her, and the farm pony whirled around to see
a dusty brown unicorn emerging from behind one of the trees. He gave an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you. Are you Applejack?"

She gave an easy smile, leaning back against the tree. "That's me. And who might you be?
Don’t remember seein’ you ‘round Ponyville before." Something about the unicorn made her
slightly uneasy, but she couldn't put her hoof on it. No use in jumping to conclusions again
though, Twilight kept telling her that. Mind over gut. Anyway, no need to be rude. Unicorns
were always a little strange, it was probably just on account of that.

The unicorn returned her smile. "Glad I finally found you. My name is Haze-" He took a small
bag from his back. "Twilight said you might know something about this-" And pulled a worn leather
book from it.

Applejack gave the book a puzzled look as the unicorn held it out. "Ah'd be glad to help,
any friend a Twilight's a friend a mine and all, but Ah'm not sure there's much Ah can do.
Books are really more her thing, livin’ in a library and all-" She glanced over the volume
as Haze turned it for her. The leather was heavily scraped and bruised, and in a few places
it had what looked like claw marks cut into it. The only label was a title written in faded black
ink across the front. Applejack didn't recognize the language.

"Ah'm sorry sugar, none of this is really ringin’ any bells. You sure she said Ah was the one to ask?"

"I was surprised too, but she insisted." The unicorn replied, opening the book to a page near
the middle. "Right here, take a look. Can you see the apples there?"

The page on the left was blank, so the farm pony's eyes went to the right. There were no
apples on the paper there though, only a whirlpool of lines twisting around the center, passageways
threading back and forth.

"You sure this is the right page sugarcube? All that's here is a mess of lines-" She blinked.
Had the world just BENT, in and out a bit? Had she been out bucking longer than she
thought? She did forget a break or two once in a while, and forgetting several in a row
did have an…interesting effect on her sight sometimes. But that couldn’t be, she
had only started a few hours ago, so what in the hay-and were the lines MOVING on
the page now? Applejack started to back away from the book. "Ah really think you should
take this back to Twilight-" Nevermind the unicorn, something was definitely not right
with this book. As she backed away Haze followed her, keeping the book close. She
realized she couldn't get her eyes to leave the page. The lines were spinning now.

"Please, ya really need ta’ put that away now-" "But it's right there Applejack. Just look
a little closer."

The farm pony's head stopped with a thud and she realized she had backed up on to the tree.
She was up on her back legs now, and when she tried to slide away to the right she found
she couldn’t. The same for the left. Her hooves scraped frantically at the tree, trying to find
some grip to help her pull away, her mind not processing what was wrong. Panic ran over
her like ice, stetson falling from her head as she jerked helplessly against the trunk.

"Please, close it! Close it! For the love of Celestia, close the book!" Her eyes were starting to
tear up, neat ponytail fraying against the bark.

The unicorn stood his ground, those horrible pages still hovering in front of her eyes, swirling
and twisting and pulling at her. "But you're so close AJ. So close-" She could feel it pressing
against her mind as the lines swirled on the page, pressing in like a hoof against her mouth,
cutting off the air, the life. She could feel her mind struggling and losing, slowly going dim,
going limp.

"What’re you…doin’…." The words were barely audible, a choking gasp. The world was a
confused mess of whirling colors now, all of it slowly fading. From somewhere far away she
heard the unicorn's voice.

"Sshhh. It's time to rest now."

She felt her body give a shudder, and everything sank into inky black.

************

Haze watched in satisfaction as the earth pony slumped at the base of the tree, front legs
sprawling limply. Her head had tilted back, and glazed eyes now stared blankly at the
open sky. He reached out with a hoof, stroking the straw-colored hair, gently pressing her
mouth closed then watching as it slowly slipped open again, drool running from one of the corners.
Never got old.

He had been concerned with the earlier catch; Everything about her had seemed fragile, as if
she might shatter like a glass figurine if he closed his grip too tightly. He didn't want that,
not this soon anyway. The breaking was fun, but after it was over there was nothing left
to enjoy. So he had been gentle.

This one though, she radiated strength. Her whole body was toned with muscle and
endurance from her daily work, and he could sense her mind was even stronger.
She wasn’t fragile glass. She could handle some real fun. Turning over the book, he
confirmed that the farm pony’s three apples were tightly interwoven with the lines
of the maze, then turned to the blank page and began to write.

*****

Applejack stopped, head tilting as she tried to re-orient herself. Her train of thought
felt like it had wandered off the rails and sunk into a swamp. She shook her head,
trying to clear the fog, then turned back to the tree she had been working on.

The three baskets she had brought to collect her apples caught her eye. Full already.
How in the-how had she managed that without noticing? Maybe she really did need
more than four hours of sleep like Twilight kept saying. Then again, the apples had
still been bucked, one way or th’ other.

As she pondered this, loading up the first bushel onto a nearby cart, a voice called out
behind her.

"Hello there!" A brown unicorn the farm pony didn't recognize waved to her.
"You know where I can find Applejack?"

"Speakin' and present!" She smiled, tilting her hat slightly. "Now why would you be
lookin' for me?"

"Well, as it turns out I've heard you may be able to help me with something
important."

"Always glad ta help where Ah can. What didya-" The unicorn plucked an apple from
the basket, took a small bite from one side, a similar one from the other, then set
the apple on a nearby barrel with a firm thud.

"Oh." Applejacks eyes were fixed on the apple, the cheery smile melted from
her face by fear. All of the friendly had just drained from the unicorn.

"Where's the money Applejack?" The words were calm, but sharp like a razor.

She took a step back. "It's comin', honest, Ah just-"

"Where's the money Applejack?" The unicorn stepped forward and Applejack retreated,
back toward the tree. "Ah'm almost there, really, I just need time ta-"

"You needed time three months ago Applejack. And three months before that." The
farm pony realized she was up against the cart now, as the unicorn pressed in on her.
He held up his hooves, as if showing a child they were empty. "There’s no more time.
It’s all gone."

"Ah can pay, really!"

"Then you should have, before I showed up." The unicorn growled, inches from her face.
"Now there are new rules. Let me lay them out." He plucked the hat off her head and
took a step back.

"You're going to work your debt off. How we say, when we say.” He turned the hat in his
hooves slowly, examining it. “And if we have trouble with you, bad things will happen.
To the orchard-" He crumpled the hat- "To the farm-" a burst of magic flickered at the base
of the stetson, and suddenly flames engulfed it. "And to your family."

Rage flickered in the farm pony's eyes at this last mention. "You leave them out of this.”

“I didn’t bring them into it, you did.”

Eyes still afire, she lowered her head, like a bull considering a charge. “You sure tanglin’
with me is a good idea sugar?” The unicorn stayed where he was. “I’m not here to
tangle. I’m here to collect. Either from you now, or from what you care about later.
Your choice.” He dropped the flaming mass that had been her hat, stamping it out
with his foot. “There’s not a third option. Because you won’t take it. Because if you asked
your friends for help, you’d have to tell them why you need it. Why you took out that
loan. And if you could do that, you would have, six months ago.”

"And you know their help wouldn’t matter in the end, even if you could get it. No pony can
be everywhere, all the time. One way or another, Mr. Core always collects on his debts. Pay
what you owe, or watch as we take it."

He lowered his face to her angry glare, utterly cold as he looked into her eyes.
“Which is it going to be?”

The farm pony tensed, every muscle ready to tear the unicorn apart for what he was saying.
Tense. Ready. And then it collapsed. A moment later she was standing limply against the cart,
staring blankly at the dirt.
He was right.

"What kinda work?"

*****

Applejack sat on the dusty floor of the supply shed. In the dim light filtering through
the gaps in the crude siding, she could see the unicorn standing over her, leaning
back against the wall. She could see his length, hanging inches from her nose. She
could smell him. She glared up at him in disgust and he glared back with something
terrifying in his eyes, with the look a lion gives a rodent trapped in its paws. Hungry
contempt. She felt something in her go cold and afraid, and the growl slipped off her
face, her gaze falling to the floor.

He grabbed her hair and jerked her forward, mashing her nose against his balls.
Told her to lick. She did. She could taste his sweat, his skin, every detail. Thank Celestia,
it wasn't as awful as she had feared. She could keep going, barely. She could make
this bastard happy. She had to, or he would take it all. Burn it all. She couldn't let
that happen, had to keep going, keep licking, keep rolling over the skin, lapping here
and there, sucking and licking and rolling her tongue over the horrible unicorn's
warm, heavy sack...

He pressed her muzzle up, told her to start on the shaft. She felt a brief spark of anger
but it quickly sank into the quagmire of hopelessness that was filling her mind.
She started at his base and worked up, doing her honest best, eyes closed in
Concentration, trying not to think about what she was doing as she twisted and lapped
along the flesh, clumsy but earnest. She could feel him stiffen under her attention
until he was hard and hot under every stroke of her tongue.

When he told her to take it in her mouth there was something dangerous in his voice,
and she had barely begun to try sliding down his length when he grabbed her hair and
yanked back, throwing her into the dirt. Pathetic. What a worthless pony. If she
farmed like she sucked cock he could see why she needed the money so bad. Well he
wasn't one for farming, but he could sure teach her one thing-

The hoof grabbed her hair again, pulling her forward, forcing her to hobble awkwardly
and painfully where he pulled her. He brought her back to his length, the tip pressed
to her lips, pressed in. And then he pulled forward, hard, forcing her down deep.

Applejack panicked, gagged, hoofs instinctively going to the unicorn's waist to pull back.

Sure you want to do that?

He gave her a look that could cut iron. The tone of his voice matched. Still choking,
she slowly lowered her hooves, letting them hang uselessly at her sides.

Good girl.

He pulled back slightly, gave her a brief moment to recover, then pressed back in. The
farm pony did her best to give the unicorn what he wanted, but her body still twitched
and tried to strain back involuntarily as the thick flesh hit the back of her throat. He didn't
let it. His hooves held her head firmly in place, both of them now, as he pressed into her.
She gagged, choked, shuddered as he coldly pressed into her, tears filling her eyes as her
mind reeled.

...

She was gagging less now. He had taught her, taking his time, giving brief gasps of air
when she did well, twisting her ear and getting rougher when she did not, until her
nose finally pressed against his belly. All the way down. She could feel his tip twitching
deep inside her.

She looked up at him. He smiled down at her, stroked her hair. Good girl. She gave a
muffled moan, smiling pathetically, stupidly around the flesh filling her mouth. Smiling like
something was broken. Everything was limp now, body and spirit. She would do what she
was told. She would be a good girl.

Now suck it the right way.

She felt the command in his eyes more than she heard it. She let it burn through her.
Closed her eyes. Slipped back, just far enough to take a gasp of precious air. Then
came down again, all the way down, hilting him in her throat. Just obey. Don't fight.
Don't think. Just obey. Carefully, she started to bob and twist her head, working along
his length as he had taught her to, her tear-stained face a picture of pure exhausted
surrender.

...

Applejack sat on the dusty floor of the supply shed. In the dull, late afternoon light
filtering through the boards she could see Haze's cock in front of her, held in her
hooves, tip resting against her outstretched tongue. She had pleased him. She could
feel the warmth of his pleasure running down her cheek, her neck. The reek of sex
filled the shed, filled her nose, filled her mind. She ran her hooves tenderly back and
forth over his length, trying to please him again.

This was her work now. She would please stallions. He had taught her, over and over.
She had learned. She was a good pony. She would please stallions and everyone would
Be safe. If she was stupid and bad it would all go away. But that wouldn't happen.

Why not?

"Ghuughd Puuonee" She slurred against the hot flesh resting on her tongue. He gave a
pleased nod, then tensed, pressing forward a little into her stroking.Hot, filthy pleasure burst
over her tongue, into her mouth, against the back of her throat. Burst after burst. She froze,
every thought focused on the cock in her hooves, on catching every last drop.

As Haze finally finished and pulled back, Applejack's hooves sank to the ground.
She gazed blankly ahead a moment, then gave a breathy, faltering sigh. Relief.
Satisfaction. The corners of her limp, open mouth twitched into a dumb smile. She looked
up to Haze, as if to say something. Then a brief look of confusion flickered over her face.

The next moment the pupils in the farm pony's eyes rolled up, her eyelids fluttered shut,
and with a gentle groan her body toppled over, coming to rest against the side of the
shed. A clump of unswallowed "pleasure" slowly traced down her tongue as it hung limply
from her open mouth, hovered a moment at the tip, then fell to the dusty floor.

The unicorn gave a satisfied grin. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out something that sparkled
in the dim light, flipped it toward the collapsed farm pony and left the shed, closing the
door behind him.

The five-bit piece clanked along the floor, spinning for a moment in front of Applejack, then
toppled over, sinking into the white pool forming beneath her mouth.

The Boutique

The failing light of the evening cast golden highlights over the ornate edges of Ponyville's famous boutique. Through the windows a few prime outfits could be glimpsed; skillful, creative, full of color. The sign on the door announced the business closed for the day, a full two hours ago.

But from the back room of the shop a mad frenzy of sound was still flowing; the snipping of scissors, the drawing of fabric against fabric, rulers coming and going, pencils scribbling. The boutique's owner was almost a blur, purple mane twisting back and forth as she zipped back and forth between the islands of creation scattered across the floor; a sewing machine surrounded in fabric here, a pattern-covered table there, half a dozen manikins with sections of fabric pinned here and there. And in the center, hung on the main figure, a masterpiece was taking shape.

Deep black fabric the color of night curved and twisted over the frame, each cut and seam masterful and exact. The form resembled an evening gown, but its simple shape was punctuated here and there with intricate details; little folds, subtle hems, a hundred small additions that blended in from a distance and slowly revealed themselves on closer inspection.

A few more snips, a few more frantic flashes of the needle, and the unicorn collapsed in front of her creation, exhausted, but proud. It was finally finished. A full month of research, planning, throwing patterns out and starting over, and so many, many hours in this room, sewing and cutting and testing and now it was ready. It was no trivial thing to make a formal gown fitting for the princess, but she had done it, at last. And now, at last, she could rest.

A knock came at the door.

The unicorn groaned, not moving. "WE'RE CLOSED!" She yelled in an uncharacteristically brutish tone from her comfortable place on the floor. "COME BACK TOMORROW!" Tomorrow was a holiday, she remembered, but the unicorn was too tired to correct herself.

The knocking continued.

Groaning again, the unicorn pulled herself to her feet, promising her body it would only be for a few minutes, and headed for the door. She would just have to tell this ruffian to leave face to face. Who did he think he was, knocking at this hour? What rational pony would expect a clothing shop to be open hours after the sun had set? And after all she could understand not being able to wait to browse clothing so skillfully crafted and so stylish, but really. Ponyville was a friendly enough place, but sometimes it...it...
She blinked. Her train of thought had gone missing. Well, small wonder considering the hour. No civilized pony should even be awake right now, let alone expected to have coherent thoughts or answer doors or...

What had she been thinking again? The unicorn gave a grunt of frustration as the knocking continued and kept heading for the door. She was getting rid of this pony and then heading straight for bed. She clearly needed sleep. To recharge and relax and slip away...

She hadn't noticed before, but the knocking had a kind of rhythm to it. Hard to pin down, but definitely there. Steady and strangely attractive, relaxing, like everything could just go limp...

and smooth...

and muffled...

and blank...

She opened the door. A dusty brown unicorn smiled back at her.

"We're closed." The purple-haired unicorn mouthed robotically, not really remembering why she was saying the words anymore.

"No you're not." The brown unicorn said gently. "You were just about to open, just for me. Remember Rarity?"

"I was just about to open. Yes..." Rarity said blankly, eyes unfocused. Everything was vague, hazy. She couldn't really see anything besides the brown unicorn in front of her. He took out a book, opened it, held it up to her. Pointed to the page.

"Look here."

She looked. Lines swirled and turned, a maze of paths every-twisting to the center, always to the center but never quite reaching it. Something deep in her mind objected, but it was swept away in the gentle, limp calm, nothing to hold on to, no way to resist. For just an instant she felt something reaching out from the book, reaching into her mind. And then black.

Rarity paced nervously in the front of her boutique. Why wasn't the client here already? Why did he have to schedule such a late appointment? Not that she was complaining, it was an honor to have someone so high-profile and someone with such deep pockets, and someone who could actually appreciate the depth of fashion on display, but still-

A knock came on the door.

She was a blur of white, vanishing and reappearing at the door, hurling it open with quite unladylike force. A brown unicorn in an expensive suit smiled back at her. He was here!

"O-oh hello sir, I'm so glad you could finally make it to carousel boutique. Please come in!"

He stepped inside, Rarity quickly closing the door behind him. "It's a pleasure to be here. I've heard so much about your work-" He stepped past a few of the outfits at the front of the store, looking them over. "And I've wanted to take a closer look for so long."
Rarity suppressed a burst of excitement at the compliment, trying her best to remain professional. "Oh I assure you, it's a pleasure to offer my services to such a cultured pony."

"I hope the late appointment wasn't too much trouble, it's hard for me to get away sometimes-" He turned over the collar on one of the suits, inspecting it.

"Oh not at all, I completely understand. Was there anything in particular you were..."

The brown unicorn had stopped in front of the black evening gown, beautifully on display in its own alcove. "My, this is a lovely piece." He ran a hoof down the back, tracing the seam.

Rarity felt a twinge of nervousness at anyone touching something that had taken so long to make, but she pushed it back. "Y-yeees, that's a little something the princess had commissioned. It's not for sale of course, but if you like it I'd be glad to make something similar-"

The brown unicorn's hoof traced the collar of the gown. "It looks very well-made. But I wonder-"

Rarity's nervousness suddenly swelled. "W-what are you-"

And then a nightmarish sound split the air. The sound of ripping fabric.

There was a tear on the gown now, from the collar several inches down into the fabric. The seamstress’s eyes went wide as dinner plates. "W-wha, wha, what did you..."

"Not very sturdy though. I'm disappointed Rarity."

The shock and horror was starting to mix with anger. "H-how could you...w-what do you think you're-"

Another ripping sound. Another tear from the collar, deeper this time.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The white unicorn’s eyes were blazing now. The brown unicorn seemed unconcerned. "Showing you what shoddy work you're doing. You think this is worthy of a princess? I'm barely touching it and it's coming apart in my hooves. Look at this." Another tear.

"STOP THAT! STOP!" The shock was wearing off a little and Rarity was closing the distance between them, determined to stop this mad pony.

"Why should I?" Another tear. "STOP! STop or..." The white unicorn blinked. She had felt something else on that last tearing noise, something that wasn't shock or rage. Something that was warm and heavy.

The brown unicorn ignored her. "This is obviously poor work Rarity. And poor work should be destroyed. Don't you agree?" Another tear.

"No, why are you...why..." There it was again, hotter, heavier. She wanted to kick this ruffian's teeth in for vandalizing her work, smash his head into the wall, throw him out into the street face-first. But every time he tore into the dress it was hard to concentrate. Every time it was painful, agonizing to watch something she had spent so much time and effort on be so casually destroyed. But that agony felt...good somehow. REALLY good.

She tried to close the last few feet between them, but he tore into the dress again, and the heat hit her like a wave this time, stronger, harder, overwhelming. She groaned as she felt her body tremble, heat pulse between her legs. Her knees gave out, collapsing the unicorn into a sitting pose she struggled uselessly to rise from.

"Please, stop..." Her voice was getting rough now, panting. The brown unicorn ignored her, picking at the gown here and there as he continued his vandalism.

"This is the way things are Rarity. Failures must be destroyed." A tear along the hem. "The weak must be destroyed." A tear up the sleeve. "To make way for the strong. Don't you agree?"

"Y-you're insane-" The words were gasped through forced pleasure, hard to speak.

The white unicorn could feel her arousal slick between her legs, could feel a burning blush growing on her cheeks. Her whole body was trembling slightly now as she struggled to hold back the waves of heat that washed over her at every new act of destruction, but she could feel it was a losing battle. And it wasn't just the heat now. His words, his violence, the destruction was pulling her in, pressing her down. A part of her mind was screaming, moaning now that it wanted to be that dress, it wanted to be vandalized, it wanted to be destroyed. It would feel so good. It would feel so good! She was trying to hold it down, but it moaned harder with each tear, each tug at the dress.

"Don't you agree?"

"No!" Tears were starting to well in her eyes from the emotional tug of war.

"Don't you agree?" He pulled out a box cutter, drew out the blade, held it to the dress. The white unicorn's eyes went wider than dinner plates.

"ohcelestiano-"

One quick pulling swipe, right along the side of the gown. The quiet sound of cut fabric. An instant later the bottom of the gown sagged, cut loose from its top half, horrible, irreparably disfigured.

The white unicorn twitched, gave a quick, choked gasp, and then came, howling, a very uncivilized, animalistic squeal pouring from her as the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced tore through her helpless body. In one instant all resistance, all reservation, everything remotely lady-like or civilized was burned away to cinders by white-hot pleasure.

When the climax finally ended the white unicorn sat limp for a moment, shivering, eyes blank and unfocused, mouth hung open in a shameless expression of bestial lust. And then with an exhausted groan she collapsed, sprawling forward onto the floor.
The brown unicorn pressed a hoof against her head, voice much less cultured now. "Failures must be destroyed. Don't you agree cunt?"

"Yeessss..." The white unicorn happily slurred beneath him.

"And what is a pony that makes worthless, pathetic 'clothing' like this?"

"A fah..failure..."

"So what should I do with you?"

The fallen unicorn's face twisted into an obscene, blissful grin. "Dehs..Destroyeee mee..."

"Would you like that?"

"Yeesh..."

He ground the hoof into her head. "Beg for it."

"Phluease destroy mheee..."

"Louder."

"Please destroy me!"

"LOUDER"

"PLEASE DESTROY ME UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!"

The brown unicorn laughed. "Good." Rarity coughed painfully as a kick found her stomach. "Get up."
As the white unicorn struggled to her feet, her tormentor roughly pulled the tattered remains of the gown from the dummy and slowly dressed her in it. When it was finally in place, he gave another laugh. “Worthless garbage wearing worthless garbage. A perfect match.” She gave a dumb, exhausted smile. He was right. She was getting turned on again just feeling the ravaged fabric against her skin. A perfect match.

He reached out with his magic, grabbing her hair and tugging toward the now-bare display dummy. “Over here…” With a tug he tossed her over the back of the dummy, her bare slick sex now helplessly on display between her dangling legs. His magic reached out again, pulling one of the seamstress’s stools over to the dummy. Stepping on to it brought him to just the right height.
Rarity gasped as she felt the length of his cock press against her sex, thick and eager. He grasped her hair again, pulling her head up and holding the box cutter in front of her face. She watched wide-eyed as it opened and the blade lowered, until it rested on the fabric of the gown’s collar. He pressed against her ear, whispering. “Ready to get what you deserve you worthless cunt? “ The words ran through her like the hit of a drug. So very, very good. She trembled in anticipation beneath him, and in the end the white unicorn could only manage a guttural, needy groan.

With a quiet laugh he drew back his hips, positioning. There was a quick, deft movement and the dangerously sharp blade cut into the collar of the gown, carefully avoiding the white neck beneath. And as the newly masochist unicorn began to reel, her new master took her, deep and hard.

It was almost dawn. The first rays of the sun traced over a chaotic mess inside the show room of the carousel boutique. Usually the height of order, it was now a disaster. Reams of fabric were pulled from their shelves, scattered across the floor amongst scissors, thread and bits of patterns. Dummies were knocked over here and there and dresses and suits, torn and disfigured, were pinned across the walls like vandalized ornaments.

In the alcove where the princesses’ gown had been, the shop’s proprietor lay, propped against the wall. She was bare of any clothing; all that remained of the gown were shredded scraps sprinkled over her and the surrounding floor and a hoofful that had been forced into her mouth. Her head lolled to one side, expression blank, eyes clouded over, mouth hanging limp. Only the very slight movement of her chest gave any indication that she was still alive. Semen was scattered across her chest, ran from her mouth, pooled between her legs. Her ass was a bright red, the shape of a yard stick end still visible in the bruises.

Her tormentor had conditioned her carefully before he left. Today was a holiday, the boutique was closed. No one would find her. She would wake, she would clean up, and she would “forget” all of this had happened and go on as normal. The bruises were an unfortunate fashion accident that was better not asked about, she had fallen asleep before she could start on the gown but it could still be finished in time if she hurried.

But underneath that layer of varnish, she would always remember what she had learned, she would always be ready to remember it when asked. She would never forget exactly what she was, and what she was good for. And she would never forget how much she enjoyed being reminded, over and over again.

Stormy Night Case Files, #3

"Stormy Night" Case, Item #200-12, Journal, Abridged Transcript Cont.
[As the author of item #200 did not date any of his entries for some reason, they have been numbered in this transcript for ease of reference.]

Journal Entry 12

Place is a shit hole. Manehattan also a shit hole, but a shit hole with culture.
I have to listen to any more of the 'Music' around here, I'm cutting off my ears.

Finally have a lead, thank Celestia. Two weeks in this desert rat hole enough for
anypony. Locals as dumb and unhelpful as their livestock, but passing sales-pony
overheard my passionate complaints at bar, recognized description of missing pony.
Said he had seen her near old ranch outside of town. Heading there tomorrow.

Journal Entry 13

Back from ranch. Quite a place, huge house, probably used to be impressive. Rotting
now, boarded windows, broken glass, etc. Last owner bankrupt a decade ago according
to locals. No word on current owner.

All bust until 3rd floor. All the shit cleared away, nicely decorated, clearly lived in. Master
bedroom and three others. Master and nearest clearly in use, but almost supernatural lack
of any useful evidence. Will watch the place for a while, don't expect much.

Journal Entry 14

Observation unneeded, as missing pony showed up at my hotel room today! Clear match for
photo and description. Does not know who she is, what she has been doing. Claims no
memories before entering hotel and walking to my room. Either remarkable talent as
bullshitter or being honest.

Either way, head-shrinking not my field. She is her and alive, which means I get the other half
of my fee. Parents can sort out rest with Manehattan's finest medical professionals.

Irritated at no progress on unicorn however. Tried to return to ranch, but discovered fire had
gutted it. Nothing useful left. Had strange sense of forgetting something while picking through
rubble. Didn't lead anywhere. Leaving on train tomorrow. Good riddance.

[Several unrelated entries. See full transcript.]

Journal Entry 23

Parents from Unicorn abduction case called. Daughter collapsed a few days ago, hospitalized,
unresponsive. Repeated her state as of rescue, assured that any new information would be shared.

[In the margins of the same page, in scrawling handwriting]

Broken toys are no fun at all.

[Underneath, in the author's writing]

When did I write this?

The Bakery

A cheerful whistling melody rose through the doors at Sugar Cube Corner, greeting ponies as they passed. The day was in full gear, and so was the bakery. Inside a delicious mix of aromas filled the air, sugary of course, but mixed with the smell of baking; rising bread and muffins and rolls. The mix was perfect, not overpowering or cloying but gently hanging in the air, a cheerful invitation from the hundreds of delicious treats arranged on display under glass, waiting to be devoured.

The friendly melody was flowing from a bright pink pony behind the counter, happily whistling as she applied frosting to two trays of fresh, hot cupcakes, one with a frosting tube in her front hoof and one, for some reason, with another held in her back left. Every few seconds she would turn with a little jump in time with the song, reversing back and front to do opposite trays. Despite this odd strategy, the frosting was going on perfectly, swirling in neat cones until the pony cut it of with a practiced twist. The whole manuver was all the more impressive because the pink baker seemed more focused on the song than her task: the perfectly laid frosting was either muscle memory or instinct.

The bell over the door gave a friendly ring as a customer entered. “Hey there!” The pink pony called out in a voice as bouncy and friendly as her hair, waving to the unicorn stepping through the door. “Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner! Anything I can get for you? We've got cupcakes and cakes and pies and cupcakes and some strudels, no noodles though I wish we had noodles 'cause that would be fun to say, noodles and strudels noodles and strudles noodles and strudles-saaaay-” She stopped abruptly, giving the brown unicorn a suddenly suspicious look. “Are you new?”

The unicorn smiled. “Just arrived yesterday. Still learning my way around.” He extended a hoof. “Haze.”

The baker seemed to glow at this information. In an instant she was somehow suddenly over the counter and shaking the unicorn's hand VERY enthusiastically. “Pin-Kee Pie at your service! Except you don't have to say it like that, Pinkie Pie is fine or Pinkie or Pie or 'Hey you!' but that could get confusing if you said it in a crowd and everyone would turn because they thought you meant them but you didn't.” Sudden gasp of air.

“Anyway, you picked the right place to arrive!” She continued, thankfully a little slower now, releasing his hoof to gesture at the store's stock. “And the right place in the right place! Sugar Cube Corner has the tastiest treats in the whole town! And I know this town like the back of my hoof, so if you need anything or anypony just let me know and I'll let them know that I know that you want to know. Ya know?”

The unicorn gave a smile and a nod.

Noticing that a few cupcakes were still bare, the pink pony jumped back behind the counter, grasping the frosting in her mouth as she continued.

“Shoow whha brrins yu tuuh puhnnvuh ahehay?”

Haze watched the pink pony with amusement, another smile spreading over his muzzle. “There's something I want. Something I've been looking for a very long time.” His gaze fell to Pinkie's eyes, still focused on the cupcake. Hovered there. “And I think I'll find it here.”

Pinkie set down the frosting again. “Ooo, mysterious! Anything I can do to help? I'm pretty good at mysteries you know. Twilight doesn't think so, but I just need a second chance. That hat and pipe were defective!”

The unicorn gave an appreciative nod, smiling. “I'll let you know.”

“Great!”

“For now, I think I'll just take a look around. I have a feeling there's something in this shop I'll enjoy.” His smile curled up menacingly for a moment. “While I do, why don't you tell me more about some of the ponies here? I do have a lot to catch up on.”

Pinkie glowed again. “Of course! Well should I start alphabetically or reverse alphabetically or by age although I'm not completely 100% on all of those so maybe-” As the pony talked, Haze glanced through the display case, pretending to examine an elaborate fondant-covered cake as his hoof idly rose to the glass, knocking against it in a soft rhythm. Clack clack, clickity-clack.

“The Cakes live here, they've had the place for ages I used to come here when I was young and I looooved the cupcakes and so one day Mr. Cake said-”

Clack clack, clickity-clack-

“And I've been working here ever since. And that's how I met Noteworthy for the first time I was finishing a cake right here and he came in and he was wearing these huuuge sunglasses-”

Clack clack, clickity-clack-

“So I said 'bees are great but what about the waterslide?' and they all looked at me like I was crazy! Me! But then-”

Clack clack, clickity-clack-

“And that was how we put out the fire at the mill! Carmel really has some hidden talents but I suppose everyone does when they really get a chance, you've just got to be at the right place at the right time or the right place a little earlier so you can wait and then it'll BE the right time, like this one time-”

Clickity-clickity, clickity-clack-

“I didn't even know cows could DO that, but Applejack said-”

“Say Pinkie?”

“Mmm?” The pony turned toward Haze's voice with a cheerful smile.

CLACK!

The unicorn's hooves came together hard, right in front of the earth pony's face. She blinked, twitched, and then-

“Ooooohohoho!” In an instant the pony's eyes glazed, and as her VERY happy voice faded away with a dazed laugh, her body gave out, melting into a limp, smiling puddle on the floor.

Calmly, Haze stepped to the front door, turning the sign hanging from the glass to “Sorry, we're closed!” and locking it. A gentle tug of his magic brought the shades on the front windows down, and once they were secure he turned, stepping back to the limp, dazed baker on the floor.

“Can you hear me Pinkie?”

“Mmmhmm.” The pony gave a nod against the floor.

“How do you feel?”

The earth pony gave an intoxicated giggle against the floorboards. “Reeealy ghoood...”

Haze grinned. “Good. Sit up.”

With a happy moan, the earth pony tried to pick herself off the floor, collapsed, and tried again. After several attempts she managed to prop herself up weakly in a precarious sitting position, eyes still blank, mouth pulled in a big, sloppy smile.

Haze stepped up to the pink pony, circling her like a hungry predator, savoring those blank, oblivious eyes as he ran a hoof down her springy mane, circling down to tease the underside of her chin. “This is a good look for you Pinkie. Limp, open and quiet.” Pressing against her back, he stroked a hoof over her flank, another running slowly down her belly and in-between her legs. “Even so-” He whispered into her ear- “I can't wait to hear how you squeal.”

Eager to start, Haze reached out with his magic, slipping open his saddle bag and pulling out the book. Opening it to a fresh page, he brought it in front of the dazed pony's gaze, its sinister maze swirling and twisting on the page. “Watch the book Pinkie. Get a good look.” Haze grinned as he saw the pink pony's eyes focus on the page, beginning to trace the lines. This was easier than he had expected.

And then, slowly, she raised a hoof, pressing it to the book and beginning to move it, slowly at first, then faster, faster...

Haze blinked. “Pinkie, what are you doing?”

Her voice came back a happy, dazed murmur. “Solving the maze.”

“Solving...the maze?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Her hoof traced faster and faster until it was a blur moving back and forth over the paper. Haze felt a strange tingle of fear, mind beginning to race. But before the unicorn had a chance to react, Pinkie's hoof came to a dead stop at the center.

“Aaand done!” The earth pony punctuated the last word with a firm tap on the page. The maze froze, no longer swirling over the paper, and as Haze's eyes widened the pattern started to collapse in toward the center. In an instant, the page was bare. Pinkie looked up, locking eyes with the unicorn. Her eyes were different now, still distant but full of swirling toxic black, the shade that nightmares lived in.

“FINISHED.” The word wasn't loud in the air, but roared with magical energy, enough to make the whole room shake. Haze felt it hit him, felt it run through his mind like a hurricane, tearing every thought out of him like leaves off a tree. He had just enough time to panic, then feel himself twitch, then...

Pinkie blinked groggily. The world felt vague and floaty around her, as if her mind couldn't quite decide what it or any of the things around it were. But slowly, things started to come back into focus visually and mentally, the blur of colors correcting itself into actual things. A thing. A wall.

“Hi wall!”

Pinkie waved, then blinked as she heard herself. The words sounded a little less cheerful than she had meant, but she decided that was OK. The wall would understand. Her eyes darted around, quickly taking in the wall's surroundings. Sugar Cube Corner. That was a good place to be. She couldn't remember exactly what she had been doing, but that was OK. It was probably something great!

But what HAD she been doing? She paced in front of the counter, grabbing a cupcake to help her think. Cupcake, frosting, ring-ding-ding-

“Oh right!” The unicorn! “Haze? Haaaaze? Haaa-oh!”

There he was. Standing right next to the wall she had met earlier. She bounced forward, holding out a hoof. “Sorry about that I was goooone for a moment. That happens sometimes I'll be here and then not here and then somewhere else. But I always come back, so it's fine! Sorry to leave ya hanging though, anything look good?”

No response.

“Haze? Mysterious Unicorn Guy?” Nothing. A little worried, the pink pony stepped closer, giving the unmoving unicorn a nudge. “Hey can you hear me?”

“Yes.” The word was blank and emotionless, and Pinkie shivered a little at the sound. For the first time, she noticed his eyes: blank and unfocused, staring into the empty space behind her. Her eyes widened as recognition dawned over the pink pony's face. This looked exactly like-

“Trance! You're in a trance! Oh my gosh that must have been what you were looking for when you said you were looking for something! Somepony cursed you and you're trying to uncurse yourself but now you're stuck!”

In a pink blur she was at his side, squeezing the vacantly-staring unicorn very, very hard. “Don't worry, help is on the way! Or really we're on the way, on the way to Twilight's! I don't always understand her, or pay attention to her, or take her advice and between you and me I think she likes books just a liiitle too much but she's a good friend and she's really smart and if anyone can fix you up she'll know!”

The pink pony attempted to drag Haze toward the door, but quickly discovered just how hard it was to move an unresponsive unicorn two hands taller than her and switched strategies.

“Don't worry, just stay right there unicorn guy. I'll bring Twilight to you! She isn't cursed so she can just walk!” The earth pony eagerly bounced toward the door. But as her hoof reached for the knob it stopped, hovered a moment, and dropped. She turned, looking back at Haze a moment, as if something was pulling her back. And as her eyes roamed over oblivious unicorn, still standing where she had left him, still staring into nothingness, a strange feeling crept into the back of her mind.

“Although, I suppose it couldn't hurt to check,” She said slowly, stepping back to Haze. “Just to be sure it really is a trance.” The earth pony thought a moment, then- “Lift your hoof.”

The unicorn stiffly raised his right hoof. “And put it down.” Again, Haze obeyed. Well, that was that, time got get Twilight and get all this fixed and whoooaha, there was that feeling again! For some reason, she really, really wanted to try another test. Like-

The earth pony motioned in front of the 'cursed' unicorn's face. “Walk in in a circle, in the center of the shop.” Haze slowly rose, began to walk forward and did as commanded, staring ahead into nothing as he slowly circled the floor. Pinkie trembled a little. There it was again, unmistakable. She did want to do this. Because doing it, because telling the unicorn what to do and seeing him obey felt...good?REALLY good actually. Like the smell of the best hot pastry ever coming out of the oven and the scent of sugar hitting her face, filling her nose, rushing into her brain.

What the heck was going on? The earth pony gasped suddenly, slapping a hoof to her head in embarrassment. Of course, it was a curse! The curse was spreading! She had to get Twilight fast, who knew where this was going to end up!

Yup, time to get Twilight. Pinkie watched the unicorn mindlessly trace his path around the store, blank, helpless, obedient. Time to get Twilight. Time. To. Go.

Pinkie stayed right where she was.

She couldn't take her eyes off the unicorn, still mindlessly circling. Couldn't stop thinking about helpless he was, how completely obedient to any command. Couldn't stop thinking about the commands she could give him. Better commands. She realized the feeling running through her wasn't like pastry at all. It was like the end of a really good prank, the look of surprise and dismay on the victim's face. That feeling of power and control. That spark of joy from watching another pony suffer. Always in fun, always just a little. But now...Now so much more!

On his next circuit the pink pony intercepted Haze with a hoof out. “Stop!” The unicorn immediately froze. Pinkie hesitated a moment, then “Bow.”

The unicorn immediately complied, lowering his head toward the ground, front legs stretched out in front of him. Pinkie trembled again, much more noticeably now. Mmmm, perfect. “Haze, look at me...” The unicorn's head tilted up, and as his eyes met hers, so blank and helpless, so vulnerable, the earth pony felt her the last shreds of her hesitation melt like an ice cube on a frying pan. Slowly, she extended her hoof to him, until it was up against his nose. She paused, the moment hanging in the air for a long, long few moment, then-

“Lick.”

The unicorn's tongue was out almost before Pinkie realized it. The moment it slid across Pinkie's hoof she gave a quiet moan. OoooohCelestiayeeeess! She tilted and turned the hoof, raised and lowered it, watching in fascination as the obedient unicorn followed its every move. Good unicorn. Lick it. Lick it clean! She stepped back and he followed. She pressed forward and he retreated. She tried to hold him back and he struggled to reach the hoof. Simply, obediently following the lead.

Like a good little puppet.

Another tremble. Her whole body was high on the rush of it now, the joy of watching the helpless unicorn dance for her. As her free hoof came to the back of the unicorn's head to guide him, tracing briefly over his horn, a cruel thought formed in Pinkie's mind. The fact that he was a unicorn made all this even better. She had never had any resentment toward unicorns in the past, but suddenly it felt very good to put one in his place. All that magic, all the schooling and money and fame that they had. So high and mighty and special. That magic's doing ya a lot of good now, isn't it hoof cleaner?

Pinkie blinked. Where was this coming from? Why was she so mean all of a sudden? Why did it feel so good to be mean? Hadn't she been about to do something important? But then another stroke of the unicorn's tongue rolled over the frog of her hoof and all the pesky questions melted away with a contented moan. It didn't matter, it didn't matter at all. More of this! More! MORE!

With a cruel grin the earth pony held her hoof out in front of the helpless unicorn like a carrot, guiding him to the counter. Then up and half over it, until he was laying on his stomach, legs resting limp against the floor. “That's enough, no more licking.” Haze drew his tongue back and waited, laying still across the counter. Pinkie disappeared into the back of the shop a moment, then was back, holding a long, thick wooden mixing spoon. The unusually long handle and narrow end made it look almost like a riding crop.

“Raise your tail Haze-” Pinkie ordered, a cruel sparkle in her eyes now to match her grin as she circled behind the unicorn, softly tracing his rear with the spoon a moment, then bringing it up and back. “Let's find out what sound a unicorn makes!”

There was a loud swish as the spoon cut the air, a nice, fleshy SMACK as it hit Haze's flank and then, to Pinkie's disappointment, nothing else. The earth pony blinked. Oh, right. He wasn't going to react unless she told him to. Such a good unicorn!

The earth pony leaned down, whispering to Haze. “The next time that spoon comes down...” She savored the moment for a beat- “squeal like a bitch. Got it?” The unicorn nodded roboticly.

Pinkie pulled her self back up, wound up the spoon again, and gave another swing.

Swish!

SMACK!

The unicorn gave a long, agonized yelp. Pinkie moaned happily at the sound. Perfect.

The next few minutes were a blur. The earth pony laid in hard to Haze, the sound of the spoon connecting with pony flesh again and again echoing through the shop, perfectly mixed with the unicorn's pathetic bleats of pain. Pinkie was panting now, and she could feel the pleasure inside her building to a peak. The pink pony was a runaway train now, and she wasn't going to stop until she jumped the tracks, hurtled off the trestle and exploded in the ravine below. SMACK! SMACK! Any moment now, any moment, any-

“AAAAahaahaaaahaa!” Oooooh yes, there it was. The earth pony's eyes rolled back in bliss, spoon tumbling from her hoof as she collapsed onto the counter beside the unicorn, twitching in delight.

“Wow, that was great!” The earth pony murmured happily against the counter. Her mouth slipped slipped back into the sinister grin. “I wonder if-”

Pinkie froze mid-sentence, giving a little grunt as she felt something inside her mind shift, like something heavy snapping into place. She blinked, then shook her head, dismissing it and trying to remember what she had be plotting next.

She only had a moment to feel the next sensation. It was very subtle, just a little tug at the back of her mind. And then, just as she was starting to react, a much firmer one, and everything rushed away, away and out, the whole world slipping away. Pinkie tried to focus, but there was nothing to grab on to. In an instant a disintegrating chain of thoughts flashed through her mind.

Why was she trying to focus?

What was focus?

Who was she?

Everything was so light and floaty...

Light and floaty...

lightandfloaty...

...

Haze gave a load groan. His head felt like somepony had run it into a wall and...god, his ass! What on earth?! He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and sore, and it took several attempts before his front hooves started taking orders again. As he clumsily scrambled to right himself he began to take stock of where he was. Was he...laying over the counter? What?

With more struggling he managed to push himself off the counter, only to slide on to the floor with a painful THUD. With some muttered obscenities the unicorn finally pulled himself up and looked around the shop, finally noticing Pinkie laying limply across the counter as he had been a moment ago. There were suddenly many, many questions to be answered, but one quickly came to the front, and Haze's eyes raced across the shop, finally finding the book, discarded on the floor a few feet away. Rushing to it, he flipped through, past the cutie marks of the animal lover, the farmer, the seamstress. He let out a relieved sigh at the following page. The tangled lines of the maze had returned, and deep in their heart the baker's three balloons were firmly etched. Well, there was that at least.

Rubbing a hoof over his aching rear, Haze limped back to Pinkie. With a hard shove he rolled her over to lay on her back, then stepped behind the counter, lowering his head to hers, his voice dripping with malice.

“What happened after the maze Pinkie?”

Haze shook his head as the earth pony finished his last question. She was even stranger than he had read. He should have expected something like this, bringing two things like her and the book together. But the worried look soon melted back to the familiar cruel smile. In the end, the book had been just a bit stranger, and now he had a helpless pink pony waiting for him. Waiting for some payback for his poor flank. Drawing the book to him and opening to the earth pony's page again, he pulled out a quill and started to write. Time to make some revisions.

The changes were simple, and a moment later the unicorn was done, blowing over the ink to be sure it had dried into the page before he closed the book. Haze looked up at the vacant pony with an unsettling smile.

“Now then-”

The bell over the door at Sugar Cube Corner gave a friendly ring as a customer entered. “Hey there!” Pinkie called out in a voice as bouncy and friendly as her hair, waving to the unicorn stepping through the door. “Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner! Anything I can get for you? I've got some amaaaaazing cookies coming in just a few minutes, hot and fresh! Or if you like-” Before Pinkie could finish the sentence, Haze gave a short, two-note whistle.

The earth pony froze. Every inch of her body perfectly still, hoof still hovering in the gesture she had been making, cheerful face now gazing unseeing out into the space where Haze had been a moment ago. He had stepped closer now, right up against the baker, and he pressed his nose to her hair, taking in the scent and slowly running his tongue over the helpless pony's neck.

“You don't taste nearly as sweet as I expected.” He whispered into Pinkie's ear. The earth pony just kept smiling dumbly into open space. Haze reached out with his magic, pulling a familiar wooden spoon off the counter. Another bit of magical aura brushed Pinkie's tail up and to the side, leaving her rear bare and open. “Since you seem to like this so much-” The spoon came down on her ass with a hard SMACK that echoed through the shop. Glancing back, Haze noted with satisfaction that he had left a nice red mark. Setting the spoon back on the counter and stepping back to his former position in front of the frozen pony, the unicorn gave the same two-note whistle, and Pinkie sprang to life again.

“-I could-aaIIIIII!” Haze gave a pleased grin as the baker gave a painful yelp of surprise, jumping a good two feet into the air. Pinkie quickly looked behind her, trying to sooth her rear with one hoof while her mind struggled to process what had just happened.

“Something wrong Pinkie?”

“I uh, nope, everything is fine-” The pony laughed nervously, looking a little confused. “I just, just now there was a-” She looked back again at the spoon lying on the counter. “Hmmm. Say, how do you know my name? We haven't met yet, or we're just meeting now I mean, and I usually remember that kind of thing.”

“Oh I know a lot of things Pinkie. I wouldn't worry about it.”

She laughed. “Boy, you gotta work on that, it sounds really sinister.” He smiled, sinisterly of course. “I'll keep that in mind. Say Pinkie?”

“Mmm?”

“Can you say 'Aaaaa?'” The unicorn opened his mouth wide for effect. Pinkie giggled at this. “What? Well of course I can silly. AaAaa-”

Whistle.

The baker froze again, mouth wide open and smiling, tongue out just a bit. Haze chuckled as he stepped up to the earth pony. “Enthusiastic aren't you? Well then-” He circled around behind her, one hoof on her back knees, the other on her rear, gently pressing down. Pinkie's body followed the pressure, easily coming to a sitting position. Stepping back in front of his new toy, the unicorn held a hoof to her forehead, pressing down until her face was level with his chest. She was sitting just in front of the counter now, and when Haze rested his front hooves on the counter it brought him into exactly the position he was looking for, the growing length between his legs hovering just in front of Pinkie's helpless, wide open mouth.

Reaching back with one hoof he raised the growing member, resting its wide, warm tip on the earth pony's outstretched tongue and gasping in appreciation at the warm, wet sensation. Slowly he pressed his hips forward, grunting happily as he felt himself sink into the welcoming tightness of the earth pony's mouth. Just as his medial ring started to approach her lips, the unicorn pulled back, all the way until his tip was on her tongue, then rolled his hips forward again, starting to fuck the frozen pony with a slow, gliding rhythm.

Before long he was at full length, and the unicorn grinned as he felt pre drool out onto the pink pony's tongue. He had only gone as far her mouth, but now he started to tease the back of her throat his thick, warm head, deeper, deeper, and then pushed past it, into her throat. Pinkie gave a muffled gagging sound, but didn't move, and Haze began to roll his hips in earnest again, moaning happily each time his head buried itself in her throat, deeper and deeper with each thrust until at last he felt his balls press against her chin. All the way in.

The unicorn ground against Pinkie a moment, then left his length where it was. The earth pony started to gag again, and Haze groaned in pleasure as her tight throat twitched and squeezed around him, the rest of her body starting to jerk a little beneath him in involuntary rejection. Her mind was blank, but the pink pony's body clearly still wanted him gone, and its feeble attempts to clear her throat felt fantastic. For a brief instant Haze considered keeping his length where it was until she stopped twitching for good, but he quickly discarded the idea. As much as he was enjoying this, and as good as it was to hear and feel the babbling pink pony gagging on him, she was far too valuable to kill, at least for now. They all were.
At last he pulled back, and Pinkie's body gasped, dragging in the air it so desperately needed. He gave it just enough time to quiet down, then pressed in again. The unicorn could feel himself getting close. Time to finish this.

He began to roll his hips again, but the motion was faster this time, rougher and less restrained. Each thrust pushed just past the back of Pinkie's throat, then back to the front of her mouth, then in again. Faster, harder! Haze moaned, louder now, half from the pleasure and half from the wonderful, wet sounds of mouth fucking coming from under him. Harder, harder! As his hips moved in a blur he felt the climax coming. His eyes pressed shut, muzzle twisting in tension, hooves gripping the counter tight as his whole body tensed in anticipation of the coming release. One thrust, two three-And Haze cried out, almost snarling as the climax hit and he felt his length throb deep inside the frozen pony beneath him.

The first and second pulse went straight down her throat. The second, third and fourth came inside her mouth, quickly filling it and dripping past her lips and down her chin. By the fifth and sixth he had pulled out, and the last bursts splashed sloppily across her face.

Haze gasped, taking a moment to come down from the pleasure rolling through him, then slowly lowered himself from the counter, stepping back to enjoy his handiwork. He couldn't stop himself from breaking into a laugh at the sight that greeted him. The earth pony looked so wonderfully stupid and pathetic, face plastered and dripping with seed, tongue marinating in it inside her mouth, and still happily gazing ahead at nothing, so utterly oblivious.

He couldn't resist.

Whistle.

A very strange set of sounds followed as Pinkie unfroze, tried to continue speaking and coughed on what was in her mouth. Finally clearing her throat, the pony raised a hoof to her cheek in confusion, pulling it away and examining the warm mess that stuck to it. “Huh? What the heck is this? Did one of the frosting tubes explode again?”

Haze suppressed a laugh. “You could say that.”

“Hey, wait-” the pink pony's eye's started to narrow. “This tastes really familiar...”

Whistle.

Haze stepped up to the mare, frozen in skeptical examination of her hoof, and ran his own hoof down her neck. “Does it now? I wonder just how familiar you are with it Pinkie.” He eyed her rear, feeling his length stiffening again between his legs.

Pinkie lay on the floor in a tangled heap, legs splayed in strange directions like a forgotten toy. Her face was still frozen in a blank smile, cloudy white filth splattered across her cheeks, dripping from her open mouth. Her mane was a matted mess, pulled and tugged out of shape, and also dripping here and there.
The other end was worse. The twisted angle of her legs hid the area from direct view, but the juices splattered across her flank were clear enough, slowly running down her pink rear to pool beneath her.

The unicorn stood over her, savoring the moment. Then, stepping up to the earth pony he grabbed her around the chest, lifting her front and slowly dragging her stiff body behind the counter. Slowly, his hooves worked over her body, raising her into a sitting position, angling her head, nudging her arms and hooves up and over, until she was in position, waving to a non-existent customer in front of her.

The unicorn reached down, searching the shelves and drawers under the counter until his hoof returned with a rag. Wetting it in a near-by sink, he began to carefully clean the earth pony, leaving traces here and there, but removing all the most obvious stains and gently pushing her hair...roughly back into place.

Stepping back to the other side of the counter, Haze ran the rag over the mess on the floor, then stepped back, appraising Pinkie. Rough, but workable. From a distance at least, the pink pony now just looked like she'd had a very hectic day.

Stepping up to the counter, Haze reached out with his magic, pulling something from one of the nearby shelves. With a gentle tug he pulled Pinkie's waving hoof down, turning it until it was held out, palm up, and set the object he had retrieved in her waiting hoof.

Then, stepping back, he gave a whistle with notes he hadn't used before. Pinkie gave a slight twitch, but remained in place. Haze stepped to the door, unlocking it and looking back at the pink pony one last time. Then he opened the door, and as he stepped out onto the street his lips pressed together, giving the familiar whistle just before the door closed behind him.

Pinkie blinked. What had she been doing? Her mind felt vague and fuzzy as she tried to remember.

As the world reformed around her, the baker noticed she was holding something and looked down. In her hoof was a cupcake, freshly frosted, with a large bite taken from one side.

The Race

The pegasus gritted her teeth. The air was cold this high up, and even colder at these speeds. Rain broke against her face as she tore through the air, the sky above her black with an angry storm. As lighting flashed across the sky in front of her, the brave pegasus felt fear start to twist in her gut. Fear she knew would turn to panic soon. Panic that would make a dangerous situation even worse.

She closed her eyes. Took a breath.

Breathe. Focus. Breathe. Focus. In and out.

The fear retreated. Quieted. She opened her eyes, scanning the clouds. As she did, the pegasus caught sight of her target again, a shadowy figure twisting back and forth between the clouds. She quickly darted after him, but for all her speed she could only just keep up. Over and over she came close to losing him altogether, only to catch a glimpse at the last moment, a malicious flicker darting behind cover. Her body strained, wings aching, throwing everything into the chase. Just a little closer, a little closer...

Somewhere nearby, a voice echoed faintly in the storm, meaning lost in the howling wind. Her eyes scanned the sky to either side, but only more churning black clouds met her gaze. The voice came again, her other side now, a little louder but still impossible to understand. But only empty air swirled through the space the voice had called from.

There it was again, to the right. To the left. Behind. Below. Louder, more shrill, howling sadly with the wind all around her. The pegasus felt herself tilt in the air, disoriented as the storm swirled around her, and as she started to tumble from the sky the sound finally came into focus.

“Rainbow!”

“Rainbow”

“Rainbow?”

With a very ungraceful spasm Rainbow Dash jolted several feet into the air from base of the tree she had been napping against. A slight turn and several groggy blinks slowly pulled the world back into focus. As it returned, Rainbow saw that a strange brown unicorn was looking at her curiously.

“Rainbow Dash? Are you alright? I didn't mean to startle you.”

Finally awake now, the sky-blue pegasus laughed. “Nah, no problem. Musta rolled over on something funny there.” She rolled her eyes dismissively, as if to emphasize just how not a problem it was. “You lookin' for me?”

“You're Rainbow Dash?”

The pegasus grinned, puffing her chest out a little. “One and the same.”

“Thank goodness. I have a friend that's a pretty big fan of yours. Won't stop talking about what you can do in the air. I only have a few days left in Ponyville, and I was starting to worry I wouldn't find you in time. But now that I have-” He pulled a small notepad and pen from his satchel. “would you mind an autograph?”
Rainbow raised an eyebrow. Something was strange about the unicorn. His words were flustered and hurried, but he spoke them with a slow, slippery confidence, as if he had never been unsure of anything in his life. The mis-match was jarring. But Rainbow shook it off, smiling as she landed and stretched. “Sure, always glad to help a fan. Bein' fast is pretty great, but so is having people to root for you.”

“Thanks.” The unicorn held out the open notepad and pen, the latter of which Rainbow grabbed with her teeth, grinning. “Sho, anyshing shpecial fho yo friend?”

The unicorn closed his eyes. “To my number one fan, keep flyin' fast. Rainbow Dash.” Rainbow smirked, lowering the pen to the page. But before she could start writing, the unicorn spoke again.

“To my number one fan, keep flyin' fast. Rainbow Dash.”

She looked up quizically. “Yheah I ghot ihh, thanks-” His eyes caught hers. Solid and unmoving.