Inside the Mind

This isn’t true… This can’t be true! Cinnamon slowly got to his feet. He didn’t know Fluttershy that long, but he knew she would never do something as insane as that! What kind of monster would make her do such a thing?! But Cinnamon’s thoughts were cut short from the sound of a doorbell ringing downstairs. Cinnamon slowly walked over to the window and looked down to the entrance of the mansion. A smile emerged over Cinnamon’s face as he saw a familiar purple hoodie. Maybe since Spike wasn’t living here like the others, he would be able to help. It wasn’t a very sensible hypothesis, but it was the only speck of hope Cinnamon could hang on to.

Cinnamon dashed out of his door and sprinted down that stairs. He ran to the door, but stopped once he saw Twilight was already there. She was wearing a maid outfit similar to Pinkie’s and Fluttershy’s, and gave a small gasp once she saw Cinnamon, and dashed out of the room through another door. Cinnamon felt like he should go after her and apologize, but he needed to talk to Spike. Cinnamon swung open the door, and his jaw dropped as soon as he saw Spike. He wasn’t the little kid he had met before, he was older… Almost as old as Cinnamon!

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Spike said with a generally cheery tone as gave Cinnamon a friendly punch in the shoulder as walked past him into the house. Cinnamon shook his head and closed the door. Remember, play it cool, right?

“Hey, Spike?” Cinnamon said with a rather questioning tone which Spike hadn’t noticed or just ignored. Instead of responding Spike walked into a door to their right, and Cinnamon followed. When Cinnamon entered he realized that this must be the living room; it had a giant flat screen mounted on the wall, and an exceptionally large couch which Spike was already lounging on.

“So uhh, Spike. Why are you here?” Cinnamon asked with a rather tense voice.

Spike jumped to his feet in excitement. “You will not believe what I found. Do you remember the first sex slave bitch you had, Cheerilee?”

First sex slave? How many has Cinnamon had?! He gave a rather small nod in response, and Spike pulled a dvd box from behind his back. Cinnamon’s eyes widened when he saw the box, it had a naked woman with light pink hair lying naked on a bed.

“It’s the first porno you made he make when she first started working as your slave.” Spike said with apparent excitement, and Cinnamon gave a weak smile in response. Spike stood there with a slightly confused expression from his underwhelming reaction, but then shrugged it off and walked over to the T.V. He crouched down and opened up a rather fancy looking dvd player, and put the porno in.

Cinnamon nervously sat down the couch, and Spike joined him. Spike grabbed the remote to his left and turned on the television. The screen flicked on to reveal the start of the porno. It started rather subtly with Cheerilee just walking around a room, but started to escalate once She found a dildo in one of the desks. As the movie continued, Cinnamon became slowly more and more uncomfortable. He looked to his left and saw Spike looked rather bored, like he had seen this a million times before.

“Ugg, I need a beer.” Spike said with a lazy tone. “Where’s that Rainbow bitch of yours.” He said as he looked to the door, as if expecting her to enter. “Hey Rainbow you slut, get me a beer!” He called out.

After about a minute the door opened to reveal Rainbow Dash, she had a maid outfit like the others and was holding a can of beer. She walked over and handed Spike the beer. “Open it you bitch.” Spike demanded. Rainbow gave a small flinch and opened it with shaky hands. She slowly handed it to Spike, and he swiped it out of her hand. Rainbow Dash quickly ran out of the door and Spike gave a large gulp of his beer.

“Remember to give her an extra beating tonight for taking so long.” Spike said as he turned his attention back to the porno.

After around an hour of the two watching masturbation, they heard a small knock on the door. “Come in.” Spike said as they both turned to the door. It slowly opened to reveal Applejack, but she wasn’t like the cheerful farm girl he had met, she looked quite depresses and had her head down looking at her feet. As soon as she entered a smile grew on Spike’s face, “here’s the slut of the hour.” Applejack gave a small finch from his words, and looked up to face them.

“Master, you said you needed me at twelve o’clock today, and it’s twelve…” She said as she trailed off at the end.

As Applejack said this, the smile on Spike’s face grew, and he gave Cinnamon a rather sly look.

“Umm, yes, of course.” Cinnamon said as he stood up from the couch. He didn’t know what he ‘needed’ her for, but decided to continue to play along. She gave a small nod a walked out the door, and Cinnamon followed. She led him upstairs, and back to his room. When he entered, he saw that Applejack was staring out the window. She then turned around and gave him a rather fake smile.

Applejack then reached down and grabbed the bottom of her maid style blouse and pulled it over her head to reveal a black, and rather small, bra.  Cinnamon tilted his head slightly in confusion as Applejack reached behind her for the clip of her bra. Cinnamon’s eyes went wide once Applejack’s bra fell to the ground to reveal her extremely large breasts, and Cinnamon instantly realized who replaced Pinkie as his sex slave.

Cinnamon was frozen in place as Applejack grabbed her skirt and shimmied it down her legs. She then grabbed he panties until Cinnamon finally regained the feeling in his legs and sprinted out the door. He didn’t know where to go, he didn’t know what to do, he just knew he had to get out of that room. Cinnamon turned into the next door he saw and quickly closed it behind him. He turned back and flicked on the light, he was in some kind of closet. Cinnamon crouched in front of the door in pulled his legs up to his chest. Is this a dream? If not, than how can I get out of here!