Sweating Bullets...Still Life

Maud eventually left the barren park. The grey mare gathered up a calm posture as to not grab hold of anypony's attention. She trotted through the bustling dirt roads to return to the bakery. When she approached the door, Maud coughed a bit, but then bumped the door lightly with her hoof. Dread filled the mare and her calm posture was short lived. Maud could hear the sound of hooves meeting the ground, and they were arriving closer. The sound kept her on edge, and it rung in her head. She counted every single step. Maud focused her attention to the door knob. All at once the sound stopped. The mare stepped back a bit out of shock, and watched impatiently. The doorknob began to jiggle, and the steady creak of the door was heard as it opened. Maud breathed in and stepped forward, clenching her eyes tight.

"Hello?"

The voice was not at all Pinkies, which calmed her down a bit. Maud opened her eyes and was met with Mrs. Cake. The only reason Maud had even realized who Mrs. Cake was was because Pinkie would talk about her occasionally, and this mare fit the description.

"May I help you?"

Maud got choked up for a second, but exhaled and calmed down a bit. Mrs. Cake gave the grey mare a questionable look.

"Is Pinkie there?". Maud tried to regain her posture.

"Who are you?"

"I am Maud Pie"

"Oh! Your Pinkie's older sister! Sorry, but she is asleep at the moment."

Maud seemed a bit relieved when she said that phrase, but almost immediately after that relief, Maud's eyes began to widen. The grey mare bit her own lip. Maud looked at Mrs. Cake, noticing her again, and shook out of her would be fit. Maud began trying to formulate a response. Instead of saying simply, "I understand, see you later, bye", Maud thought of something that could get her inside.

"I Understand... I have had a hard day, and was looking for some pastries to munch on. Mind if I enter?"

"Of course you can! Come on in!", Mrs. Cake said happily.

As Maud entered, she examined the place.

"Oh, I remember, I need to relieve myself, be right back!", Maud said in a nervous and unconfident tone as she galloped upstairs.

"Wait! The restroom is down here!", Mrs. Cake said. She heard no response and waited near the bottom of the stairs, wondering what Maud was doing.

The grey mare slowed herself down as she entered the dark upstairs room. She perked her ears up and heard a faint breathing noise. Maud stealthily moved across the room, and in only a few seconds found a sleeping Pinkie Pie. Maud loomed over the slumbering pink mare. A wicked grin formed on her face as fantasies began to fill Maud's head. Oh, the possibilities!, she thought. She could feel her very marehood quiver at her ideas. The more Maud gazed upon the pink mare's form and such, the more her heart would pound, and the more excited she would get. Maud leaned down to Pinkie and slowly let out her tongue, licking Pinkie's cheek slightly. Maud quickly jumped back and covered her face with her hooves. Her teeth began to chatter, and she could feel a deep warmth inside of her. Sweat came running down her face, now a familiar feeling.

Her face emitted a sort of true horror and disgust. Wet and warm tears formed in her eyes, and her breathing got heavier. The sweat and tears were now streaming down Maud's face and hitting the ground. Maud laid back and tried to breath more slowly. She picked up some kind of cloth lying against a drawer and wiped her face generously with it. When she held it in her hooves and examined it better, it appeared to be an unusually large sack. Maud's eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room, and a small amount of sunlight coming from a window in the room gave it a dim lighting. This sack...could it...fit a...pony inside?

Maud approached the bed very slowly. Every inch seemed like a mile. The mare could feel her heart sink and her hooves wobble. She finally made it over to the bed. She removed her sister's blanket with focused care. Maud then proceeded to caress Pinkie's thighs, just now realizing her younger sister's amazing form. The grey mare found some tape and some cloth in Pinkie's drawer and used them to blindfold and gag Pinkie. Maud did these things slowly and with care, as not to wake up her sleeping sister. It had not ever occurred to Maud how heavy of a sleeper Pinkie was. Maud began to slide Pinkie carefully into the large sack and tied it up. The grey mare had good strength, so Pinkie in the sack was not really a problem. Maud tied the sack to her back and went downstairs.

"Hello Maud, what took you so long? Also, the restroom is down here."

Maud simply gave Mrs. Cake an awkward stare, and then left, not saying a word.

As soon as Maud exited the bakery, she felt an adrenaline rush. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her body was shaking out of excitement. Then Maud came to a realization. What am I to do next? The grey mare zoomed across the dirt roads to arrive at the empty park. She made sure nopony was around, set her bag on the bench next to her, and laid back on the bench, feeling satisfied. Something in her told her not to do anything to Pinkie yet, so she just went with her feelings.

Did...I just...do that? Am I...bad? Oh no,no,no...that can not be... Maud worryingly glanced over at her tied up sack next to her. She began to weep into her hooves. A muffled scream made the grey mare stop dead in her tracks. Maud's face went completely pale. She slowly turned her head to the sack, which was now squirming and wriggling around. Maud got off of the bench and grabbed the sack. She held it up to herself and examined it. Curiosity filled the mare, and she began to poke the sack, wearing a slight smirk while doing so. The muffles turned into bone-chilling cries and startles. Every single bit of movement and noise from the sack brought upon Maud a sick sort of joy. What if...I speak to her...

Maud shook the sack with a bit of force, and the movement and noise stopped, but panicked pants could be heard from within the sack.

"Everything is alright Pinkie, just calm down. Do not speak, and keep your movement at a minimum. I am not afraid to do anything drastic."

It had seemed like Pinkie was still trying to comprehend what was happening. The sack only brought out sounds of steady breathing and occasional movement.

Maud could feel a tingle run through her whole body. That phrase brought about emotions of self disgust, but also excitement. Maud could do anything she wanted to do with her younger sister now. The feeling of dominance was so great to her.