The Grounding of an Arial Blaze

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Anthro, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Equestria Girls, Aria Blaze
Length: 2438

It is time for the reckoning. She did what she did, if it was with, or because of her freidns, if they areactually friends, but she still did what she did. Pinkie Pie rallied a friend named Surprise, in order to settle this score.

I had seen what the Dazzlings did. I was there, and we stopped them. Now I intend to make sure they never try this, or anything on the effect, ever again.

Maybe their power was broken, but we know how easily these kinds of gems could be regenerated and restored. I was there, we did that when we put an end to Nightmare Moon. She broke the elements, but we put them together and stopped her, turning her into her old self, thus reuniting her with her older sister.

Princess Luna was grateful for our assistance, once she regained herself and found her sister, eagerly awaiting her. They are both happily performing their duties together.

While the Dazzlings may be trapped on the Earth of Humans, which isn’t a far cry from Equestria. Yet, why permit them to wreck their havoc there, just because it is supposedly not my home?

Sunset Shimmer opened the gateway for us, once and for all. She united us with our Human counterparts. Now we are linked, even if we had not known of that before. There are no excuses, we have responsibilities towards them, to one another.

There is a Pinkie Pie as a Pony in Equestria, and a Human at Canterlot. Yet, all the other friends are there too. Just like Surprise and Vinyl Scratch.

Adding it all up, a certain Dazzling will have a surprise visit paid by the Pinkies and their shared friend Surprise. Apparently, they are eager to see the girl up close and in person in order to show their appreciation and thank her properly, just in a very dark manner of speaking. Actions speak louder than words, as they say.

True to herself, Pinkie Pie had prepared and gathered what is required for a very different party for her friends, at the expense of Aria Blaze, to her enormous dismay.

Published 2015-03-28 16:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-23 15:54:40 UTC

Friends of Prologue: 1

Author's Note

Surprise's POV

Friends of Prologue: 1

As I reach the door to Pinkie Pie’s residence, I give it a firm and decisive knock, waiting for a response from her.

Okay, that was easy, but I have never expected a challenge. I know her address, so that was no problems. Knocking on a door, easy peasy.

The next instant, there is a pink girl before me, not the Pinkie Pie I had been expecting, just her twin, or Equine counterpart. I just never really noticed it at first.

“Come in!” she burst out in a fanatic burst of giggles.

I follow her in and close the door behind me, before I slip my shoes of and continue into her living room. The usual chaos, but what to expect?

“Hiya, Surprise. Surprised, are you?” she greeted me on the way as I left my shoes behind.

“Hiya, Pinkie Pies!” I merely responded, following her into the large room.

“Just the kind of Surprise I love to have!” Pinkie Pie admitted, the Human version of her, that is.

Maybe I need something to keep them apart, they are two different individuals, even when they look identical and act close enough to identical as well. Her second name is Diana, so that is what I will call the Pony, just for the sake of my sanity. They are both far enough out there, without the worry of mixing up who is who.

“I thought as much, Pinkie. Just a little problem, when I have the two of you side by side in the same room. You are unique individuals. I would not like to be mixed up with a twin on visit if I were you!” I pondered thoughtfully.

“I have a visit to pay, maybe you would like to come with me, Surprise?” she exclaimed, sure to love to have a good friend tagging along on any and every endeavour she may embark on, when ever one was by her side.

“Sure thing, Diana and Pinkie. Whom are we visiting? I doubt I know her, you have way too many friends for me to keep up with!” I responded.

“Her name is Aria Blaze. If you do follow me over, maybe you could help me carrying a few supplies over with you. I know this will be just as big a surprise to her as it was to you!” Diana prompted with an aria of a giggle.

“Yeah, never heard of her. Yet, if you feel like paying her a visit, I guess I will enjoy following you over. Carrying a few supplies, I could do that for you, Diana!” I responded.

“Grab a saddlebag, then slip in the black cans for me!”Pinkie pointed out.

Diana and Pinkie both pulled out a saddlebag each for themselves and Diana filled her bag with a few items that looks like a suit containers. I couldn’t see what suits were in the containers. Pinkie filled up her bag with pink spray cans. Once we had donned the saddle bags, Diana promptly poked the air before her and opened up a rift leading into the bedroom of the girl she just mentioned before.

“Welcome to Aria Blaze’s bed room. Time to have fun!” Pinkie giggled quietly in order not to wake the girl up, just yet.

Once the rift was open, we slowly filed in, quietly, careful not to wake her up, or disturb anything in her room.

Pinkie Pie pulled out the suits from her bag, before instructing us; “Put on this!”

Surprised by the change, but still following the instruction and slipped on the strap on panties with a large yellow on the front on. I guess I had an idea as to what she was hinting at with the word fun, now. I did say nothing.

Diana pulled out a can of spray lube and covered the head of the yellows one by one. The clear lube now covering the head of my yellow. I tentatively placed my right hand on it, only to feel just how thick and slippery it was, surprised to notice that it would not smear, but is sticking to the head of the yello, where it had been sprayed on.

“This is definitely useful!” I put forth, feeling the effect of my hand touching the head of the yello, as if it had been a part of me.

Now Diana pulled out two cans from her back pack.

“Now. Since we have prepared our side, it is time to prepare her for her part. These contain mounting adhesive, intended to hold her firmly in place. That wall should serve our purposes perfectly!” Diana declared.

Of course, this is a small bed room, there is a nightstand to the right of her bed, crafted out of wood by the looks of it. The floor is covered by a cheap plastic carpet in a beige hue.

The walls are covered with cyan wallpapers, nothing fancy. The three never could afford anything better for themselves in the first place. Poor girls, never knew what hit them. Now they will have reasons to bemoan their destiny. We are making sure of it.

Diana aimed her right can at the lower face of the still sleeping girl, spraying the clear substance over her lips and thus muting her securely. She is bound to wake up soon, yet we have just enough time to get the scene set for this one game.

I chose the right side of the bed, Pinkie is on the left side. We wait.

“We need to be fast, once she does wake up. Lift her up and push her to the wall, then pin her to the wall. I will secure her with the glue, before we can proceed!” Diana pronounced with increasing giggles of glee to her voice.

I look down at the panties I previously put on. They wear identical garments, glistering, even in the faint light of the still dark room. There is a feeling that the panties are a part of me, not merely a garment covering my skin. The way I feel when I touched the head of the yello gave me the notion.

“I have a top for each of you to put on, once we have her securely on the wall. Now, watch carefully for signs of her waking up!” Pinkie pointed out.

“I think she is about to wake up!” I whispered.

Into Action: 2

Author's Note

Aria Blaze's POV

Into Action: 2

Just as I woke up, I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders as the girl pulled me right out of bed. Once I managed to open my eyes, I could see her light to white complexion as she pushed me up against the wall.

Before I had the time to actually see the yellow curls of her hair, her friend managed to pull up a can and spray its content over my hands, right and left. A moment later she takes a step back, letting go of my shoulders, leaving me in place, hanging from my hands alone. In shock and still confused from the early hour and the attack on my person, I don’t get a word out.

“Pay-back is a Bitch!” Surprise, the white Pegasus mare with yellow mane, now a white girl stated with malice in her voice, and with a grin all over her face.

I blinked once, twice, thrice. Nothing changed. They are still there, only now they are three. Three girls standing before me in some strange suits.

Trying my best to pull my hands free, but to no avail. My hands are held tightly to the wall behind me. Whatever she sprayed onto my hands obviously was meant to hold me firmly in place. For a moment I doubt my reality. Maybe I am actually dreaming, but I can’t part my lips in order to scream.

Even with my new useless voice, but I am used to open my mouth and scream if I felt the urge. I am used to talk my way out of things. The pendant I wore, now in tattered shambles, cracked and torn to dust and thus useless.

“Too bad, this little girl can’t even speak for herself. Though I guess she would just scream like the little girl she is!” The leader of the group, a pink hued girl with dark pink mane sneered to me, in mocking humouristic style.

I just stared and redoubled my effort, trying to free my hands. The demonstratively ignored my discomfort and efforts to free myself, as if they knew full well just how it would destroy me, as if they knew I am helpless.

The blond stepped forwards, looking at me with a grim smile on her face, as if she was expecting something more than the mere joy of taunting me. That’s when I grew cold, she knew something more.

As I tried to look around, I could see what they wore in place of panties, while wearing nothing more than panties and tops. She placed her right hand on my left breast, grouping vigorously, smiling slyly at her friends. The next moment she pushed forwards, taking the final step and forcing me to realise just what it was she had on her mind. I feel the tip of the head, squarely on my mound as she pushes ever forwards. No escape, she had me, helpless.

I know this should have been feeling good, but they pulled me right out of it. I used to love to have sex, but they pulled the image right out of my hands and tore it into tiny shreds. Leaving me with a sense of desolation. All I could feel was the fear and hurt they were about to put me through. I just had no idea as to the depth of what they were to put me through. Just that I can’t make up with them, not that they ever were my friends, or people I could ever really be friends with.

The next moment I feel her entering me. With shock I realised, just how ease and how little effort it was on her part. The head much larger than I had dared to hope or expect. This yello wasn’t chosen with any respect towards me, or any concern for my joy and pleasure.

As the head of her yellow entered me, I feel almost as the sound of a plop. I instinctively cramped around her, tighter than I could admit to finding comfortable, just for the oversized head of her yellow. The grin of her face is reflecting her joy shared with her friends as she tear down my pride and confidence. Stuck on the wall and helpless, she is like a vulture as she picks the flesh off of my bones before I have even died, just too weak to mount any defence against her as she pushes forwards.

In shock I soon realised, she is taking pleasure out of it. Maybe it is in my hurt, to have control over me. Yet, she is driven and stimulated by the act. She feels my inner walls caressing the head of the yello as if it had been a part of her. I could feel it in her moves and see it in her eyes, if and when I would feel the strength to actually look up. I can’t. Yet, it is still evident in their voices.

Her hands now on my hooters, grouping freely as she squeal with glee, pushing in, into me and pulling back without actually pulling out. As if she had counted on the back of the head holding her in. I do gel her tugging at me from the inside, almost every time she pulls back. Id she did it on purpose to see the pain on my face and the crushing hope of her actually pulling out.

Of course her two friends stand behind her, as if waiting for their turns. There is always the chance they are there in order to make sure I stay in place, ready to pounce me, just for their joy.

Oh, but wait. I do recall a pink girl from The Battle of the Bands contest, not too far back. She was playing the Drums, and with such eager enthusiasm I could never have imagined the sheer power output she managed to put into it. She actually managed to push our demonic Dragons back, before we renewed our efforts and turned the tide once more.

Now I guess the other is her twin. Whoever the light and blond girl is, but she is bound to be a friend of this pink girl I knew as Pinkie Pie. Whatever did she do for them to grant her this gift?

After a mere few minutes, the cramping tight around her grew painful. There is no way around it, she had pushed me up to the wall, and left me defenceless.

Had she been mocking me with what I took for the attempts to pull out? I could feel the effect of slippery juices inside, which only left me in more pain and utterly revulsed. It isn’t as if I ever had found her exciting or hot in the first place. She isn’t here to enjoy me or anything about me. She merely turned me into a helpless toy for her lust and amusement.

Of course, when she finally did choose to pull out of me, she had no problems, no problems what-so-ever. There is a wet plopping sound as she finally did pull out. I am still cramping around the afterimage of her presence and in pain.

I feel as if I am open, even after she pulled out, yet feel the tightness as if I am still cramping around her, and the sense of what is bound to be my very own flesh in place of what she imposed upon me as she pushed into me.

The harder I pull at my hands, the harder the substance she sprayed over them, against the wall seems to pull them back. My hands thus remains firmly and undeniably to the wall, palms flat on the wall behind me.

Trying to pull free and scream, I fail to notice how they turn around and walk right out of my room. I can’t even make out where they went. The door was never opened or closed, so where did they come from and where did they go?