PonySuck Adventure

B: Find some food and regain your energy

[OPTION B SELECTED]

*You decide that your rumbling stomach cannot be silenced without getting yourself a bite to eat. You set off into the town to find yourself an eatery of some sort, leaving the uncomfortably small home behind.*

*Arriving in the small village referred to as "Ponyville," you notice the eerie atmosphere right off the bat. There are no ponies to be found whatsoever. The streets are lined with empty booths and homes with broken windows, clearly giving off a dangerous, but empty vibe. If there were any ponies here previously, you doubt they're here now.*

*However, one particular abode seems to be in relatively normal condition. The stable-esque door is still on its hinges, and all the windows are intact with the inside view blocked off by shady-looking curtains. Last but not least, there's a wooden sign nailed to the door that reads "Special Offer: 2 for the price of 1!" Judging by the sugary exterior befitting that of a dessert-based establishment, you amazingly put two and two together to figure out that this is a bakery.*

*Patting yourself on the back for the one truth found, you throw caution to the wind and enter, shutting the door behind you carefully. As the store bell rings, you eye the place and look towards the cashier's desk to find no one there. Thinking it strange, you take a few steps forward before you feel a heavy weight descend upon you from above, uttering a primal scream all the while.*

"Hiii-yah!"

*You're paralyzed in fear for a brief moment as your shoulders bear the weight of what you assume to be another small pony. Your ensuing yelp is muffled by a gag in your mouth and your sight restricted by a thick black blindfold. Dexterous hooves tie it behind your eyes quickly and you stumble backwards in surprise. "Just what is going on!?" you wonder to no one in particular.*

*Stumbling around, you end up backing up into the door you enter in, the pony atop you letting out a small cry of pain, you assume from bumping against the doorframe.*

"Ouch! This wasn't as good of an idea as I thought it was..."

*Wait a minute... that voice sounds awfully familiar. The weight atop you shifts around, dropping to the floor with a slight "clop" sound as its hooves land on tiles. Then, as if you were a captured prisoner, you feel a light push from behind you, guiding you forward while a fluffy softness presses into your back.*

"Come on, now. Don't be shy~"

*That unmistakably high pitched voice belongs to that other pony from your dream! The name jumps back into your memory instantly. "Pinkie Pie." The big question on your mind, however, is what she intends to do with you here. If your memory serves correctly, she was the one who mentioned that their alter-ego's in this world wouldn't act like the versions of them you saw in your dream. If Twilight was any indication, your panic increases as you imagine her performing the same act as before, leaving you more exhausted than how you began this morning.*

*After a few moments of awkward silence, you're stopped in place by a small tug at your loincloth. Not enough to pull it free, but enough to halt any further movement. Another voice pops up from in front of you, sounding awfully disgruntled in comparison to the pink mare's.*

"P- Pinkie, what's this? I told you to bring me any stallion that walks in. I don't even know what that is!"

*The voice sounded noticeably more mature than Pinkie's. Perhaps an older mare? You shudder to think of what you've gotten yourself into, but let the two mares converse, regardless. The gag in your mouth prevents anything more than a whimper for the moment.*

"Oh come on, Mrs. Cake. He's a total stud. He'll do great, I promise!"

*"Mrs. Cake?" That sounds like the name of a milf in a bad porno, you jokingly remark to yourself. Although, the honorific alludes to the fact that she's *married,** which begs the question as to why she'd accept "any" stallion instead of her own. The thought only nags at you for a moment before the mare ekes out an order to Pinkie behind you, her voice offering a slight breathy tone to it all the while.**

"Well, at least take off the poor dear's blindfold."

*With that, you feel the blindfold untied and removed within seconds as two hooves at the sides of your head focus you forward. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light of the back kitchen area of this bakery as well as the sight of the entirely new mare resting on the floor in front of you.*

*Her half-lidded rosy eyes gazing at you *would** be the first thing you notice about this cerulean-coated mare, if not for the fact that her disheveled mane and hoof motions draw your stare immediately. She's... hoofing herself, by the looks of it, trying to satisfy herself without an available stallion. An apron off to the side leads you to assume that she works here, at least, but you can't seem to look away from her for too long as your eyes fall back on that slick hoof gliding between her own folds over and over again.**

"Hi there! Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! Can I interest you in our special today~?"

*Pinkie Pie pops into your view from below, her hooves pressing into your chest to steady herself against your sturdy body. You're about to remark that you aren't interested but the mare's bright smile and wide eyes try as hard as they can to convince you. Mrs Cake speaks up from past her, interrupting your train of thought once more.*

"The boy's new, Pinkie. Just relax and let me handle this."

*Pinkie pouts and moves aside to show that the mare has gotten up from her sitting position and casually licks her soaked hoof as if she *hadn't** just been masturbating furiously even seconds ago. While you saw how strong Twilight came onto you before (or rather, how she had succeeded at arousing you without your permission), Mrs Cake made it seem like it took actual talent. Her messy mane adds to her sex appeal as she takes a moment to look you up and down, eyes shining in approval of your naked form.**

"Oh, dear. You look absolutely scrumptious. How would you like to offer a hungry mare a treat in her desperate time of need, hmm?"

*Her other hoof makes its way along your chest, striking down your abs as you feel the strange, soft touch of an experienced lover. As if it wasn't hard enough to think in such a high-pressure situation, you feel the blood in your body re-directing itself to your groin to support your arousal. Before the mares are capable of noticing this fact, your own body notices the apparent lack of food to satisfy it and your stomach lets out a roaring growl.*

"Eheh, I think he's interested in a different kind of treat, Mrs. Cake."

*Pinkie Pie chuckles at the unexpected sound as the mare resting her hoof on her chest gently pulls away, a look of clear frustration on her face all the while. She looks up at you with narrowed brows as if you've blown out all the candles she painstakingly set up for your romantic date in one fell swoop. Offering a nervous smile, you nod at the pink mare with the prize-winning smile, indicating her guess is 100% correct.*

"Well I'm sure there's some sweets lying around somewhere. Just grab what you want and leave."

*Mrs Cake offers, her disgruntled tone returning even as she offers you a way out for successfully killing her mood. She turns to leave, and you consider taking her up on the offer, but Pinkie Pie stops her from moving in an instant, whisking over and speaking in a not-so-hushed tone.*

"Wait! Mrs. Cake, I think there's still a way he can help us."

"You heard him, Pinkie. He's not interested!"

"But we can't just let him take anything he wants and walk away with it! Not like Mr... I have an idea."

*Pinkie trails off before finishing her prior statement, causing you to raise another curious eyebrow at the events unfolding before your eyes. Turning back towards you, Pinkie tosses her mane back in an attempt to look sexy and saunters over to you, sashaying her wide hips as if to say "you're a second away from giving up on alllll *this*."*

"How about a little trade?"

*You don't like where this is going.*

"You fill my tummy, and I'll get you something to fill yours!"

*Pinkie licks her lips with an apparent hunger as she eyes the only piece of clothing keeping from her and her prize. Mrs. Cake pouts openly and follow Pinkie toward you, appearing at her side in moments and complaining.*

"How does that help me, Pinkie!?"

"O- Or, OR, you could help Mrs. Cake instead! You know, if you want..."

*The pink mare covers her tracks with another nervous laugh. It seems her greedy intentions didn't involve the elder mare (though you can't really tell age in equines at first glance), but at least presenting you with an option makes you feel a little more confident you'll make it out of here alive.*

*It seems like choices are once again the name of the game here. You can choose to take up Pinkie's offer, or satisfy the clearly upset Mrs. Cake... or maybe you can use your loincloth in some way to make for a great escape. What to do, what to do...*

*From here, you choose to...*

OPTION A: Pinkie's offer sure is tempting. A meal for a meal isn't so bad, right? (turn to page 39)

OPTION B: Mrs. Cake looks like she needs it more. A wife missing her husband is just too needy to ignore. (turn to page 27)

OPTION LOINCLOTH: Dispose of your loincloth by distracting the mares with it and bailing on this situation altogether. (Turn to page 8)