Pony Meat Business – Dissent

After Tia saw them safely through the forest, she had to depart. Sunset had a week long stay at the hospital and got all the help she could, but there was little they could do to reverse the damage. It turned out she was going to need to use a wheelchair on a permanent basis. To help her feel less alone, Pinkie started wearing a blue hair ribbon on a permanent basis. That way, they'd both look different together.

Pinkie was by her side the whole time, showering her with affection and love. Sunset felt a deep peace for the first time and she seemed to be recovering mentally and physically.

Pinkie became Sunset’s caregiver and snuggle buddy. They soon fell in love and shared all of their thoughts and feelings.

One evening a few weeks later in her house, Sunset woke up in pain.

Pinkie snuggled her close. “What’s wrong?”

“I had a wet dream. It hurt,” moaned Sunset with her eyes tearing up.

Pinkie explored the sheets with her hoof and found blood stains. “Aw, I’m sorry that happened. Did you dream about something nice?”

Sunset stared up at the ceiling in thought. “No, I couldn’t say that,” she sighed in defeat. "There was a lot of death. The orgasm was sudden; it was sort of involuntary."

“How do you feel?”

“Pretty bad, it was mostly anxiety, trauma, and cravings... with arousal holding it all together.”

Pinkie nodded. “You know, it’s not so easy to control yourself in dreams. Unless, maybe, you realized you were dreaming. Was it a lucid dream?”

Sunset shook her head. “No, not really. If I’d been conscious, I would’ve remembered my life with you, and I would remember that I don't like being a killer. That’s why this is so frustrating to me. I can be vigilant every waking moment but that’s all I can do.”

Pinkie hugged her close. “Sunset, it is way too soon for a complete recovery. You’re still going through a very intense withdrawal process. It was only a month ago you were eating ponies alive. It is to be expected that a lot of that stress is going to come back in dreams.”

“Yeah, I just need time to recover and I’ve got to keep figuring out ways to redirect my subconscious.”

Pinkie got an idea. “Hey… you know how we don’t have sex?”

Sunset sighed. “Yes, Pinkie, I traded my sexuality for sensuality as you well know.”

Pinkie giggled. “Well, maybe it would help you to witness some regular sex that doesn’t end in carnivorism. It could help us get your wires uncrossed.”

Sunset thought for a moment. “Seeing some ponies make love should be fine, as long as it’s really done out of genuine love.”

“No more fun, huh?”

Sunset scoffed. “Exactly, no more fun. I don’t miss being horny in the slightest. At all.”

Pinkie sounded mischievous. “Well, maybe I can get you to lighten up about that juuuust a little.”

“What are you planning?” asked Sunset suspiciously.

“I noticed that Lyra is visiting Canterlot and hangs out at the park a lot. My original self has a history with her. Perhaps you could go get her and bring her back home?”

“I have a history with Lyra too…”

“I think it’s great we all already know each other, less anxiety all around. We could have a make out session… I know how you love kissing.”

Sunset looked even more suspicious at Pinkie. "I want to see kisses that mean something.”

Pinkie brushed her mane sheepishly. “Lyra is a very sexual being, but let’s give it a try anyway.”

Sunset approached Lyra who was sitting on a public bench, rolling the wheels of her wheelchair with her front hooves. Sunset briefly thought to herself of the last time she had eaten a Lyra clone, then cleared the image from her mind.

“Hello there, Lyra,” said Sunset, trying to sound casual.

Lyra looked up from her newspaper. “Sunset? What brings you here?” she asked with interest.

Sunset got a nervous feeling in her stomach and bowed her head. “I just wanted to let you know I’m harmless,” she spoke sincerely “...and I don’t want to hurt anypony. Okay, bye.” Sunset tried to escape by rolling her wheelchair in reverse.

Lyra got off the bench and walked towards her. “Oooooh, a wheelchair. Sexy. Why are you in a wheelchair?”

“Ahem… it so happens I have a lower abdominal injury and cannot have sex. These days I’ve been living with a Pinkie Pie clone.”

“Oooooh, I always wanted a clone!" she exclaimed. "So... do you ever have sex together?”

“Errr… no. I cannot have sex. I need to get back home now.”

Lyra chuckled. “That’s still very cool. Hey, why don’t I come home with you? You could both torture me, that'd be pretty sexy!”

“Ah, no… no I don’t think that's a good idea.” Sunset frantically steered her wheelchair towards home.

Lyra grabbed the handles of the wheelchair. “You don’t expect me to let you wheel yourself all the way home? I’ve got you covered.”

Sunset eventually gave up on controlling her wheelchair. “Um... Lyra, when it comes to sexual acts, I've been trying to steer away from the extreme stuff because I've changed quite a bit.”

“Oh okay, but you still have orgasms right?”

“NO! I would be in extreme pain. And I'd get blood everywhere.”

“Well that can still be kinky.”

“You don’t understand, I have a whole new philosophy on love and lust. Love is like getting a cat purring, and lust is like shaking it or rough housing with it or something.”

“Oh, so you are into zoophilia too? Were gonna have so much fun.”

“...I just want to live in peace... Oh forget it.”

Sunset pounded her hoof on the door. “We’re here!” she shouted.

“I like ponies touching my chest a lot, it's not an erogenous zone, I just like the feeling of someone wanting to touch it.”

Pinkie Pie swung the door open. “Lyra!!!”

“Hey, Pinkie!” Lyra added, “Clone, I mean.”

Sunset deadpanned, “I had to listen to Lyra’s sexual musings for ten minutes. This is not going to be a good idea.”

Pinkie cocked her head. “Oh Sunset, you’re such a party pooper. You need to lighten up.”

Lyra chimed in, “Yeah, Sunset," she asserted as she pushed her wheelchair into the living room. "Let’s go ahead and have sex on the couch.”

Sunset waved her front hooves in fury. “I can’t!”

Pinkie Pie, “Oh relax Sunset. Lyra’s just trying to say she wants you to pleasure her. It’s both fun and innocent. Just have some innocent, fun for once.”

“It’s true,” chirped Lyra as she lifted Sunset and put her on the couch. She positioned herself so that her crotch was very close to Sunset’s face.

Sunset looked deeply into Lyra’s love tunnel. It did look appetizing, she had to admit. “Well, I guess I have to do it. Don’t let me bite; I don’t want to hurt anypony.”

“Go for it!” Pinkie cheered.

With a sigh, she went in. She softly, sensually, and lovingly flittered her tongue over Lyra’s clit, focusing all of her attention on the idea of being a sexually mature individual.

Lyra moaned, “Harder. Do it harder!”

Sunset sounded irate. “The only reason you need to be over-stimulated is that you’ve become desensitized because you’re constantly engaged in extreme sexual acts.”

Lyra moaned happily. “Oh yeah, I’m a bad filly. I’ve developed an appetite for harder and harder punishment for my body.”

Sunset looked at Pinkie Pie. “Do you see?”

Pinkie looked a little nervous. “Oh, that's just the way normal ponies talk, it's nothing. Just give it to her a teeny tiny bit harder. It’s all in good fun.”

Sunset sighed and gave in, almost starting to bite.

“Oh, keep biting! Eat me... out~”

Sunset immediately stopped. “I think that’s enough biting. You look very pleasured. Are we good?”

Lyra shook her head. “You’re a unicorn; you have a horn. Why aren’t you using it? I bet you even know a little magic.”

Sunset shot a desperate glance at Pinkie, who said, “You know, Sunset actually lost somepony she knew that way. She was electrocuted through her marehood. She died. So it’s a very sensitive issue for Sunset.”

Lyra sounded completely chill, “Oh don’t worry I don’t mind the risk at all. And if I do happen to die, at least I die in pleasure, right?”

Sunset shot another nervous glance at Pinkie. She did not want to revert to being a killer, and Lyra was practically asking for it.

Pinkie mumbled, “Just be very careful, Sunset. Use your gentle horn magic.”

Sunset had enough. “No, Pinkie, there comes a point where my temptation should not be tested any further.”

Impatient for stimulation, Lyra began to rub her marehood with her hoof, moaning and whimpering in arousal. “Oh Sunset, it’s time for you to decide. Would you like to rape, torture, kill, and then eat me? Or would you rather kill me, then rape my corpse and fuck Pinkie over my dead body and then you both cook and eat me?”

Sunset and Pinkie exchanged looks of shock.

Pinkie began chanting “nope, nope, nope, nope, nope…” and picked up Lyra and stuck her out the front door on her rump.

Lyra looked taken aback, “but... but... Pinkie, I was just…”

Pinkie glared at her. “What would your mother think?”

“It’s just that… I…” said Lyra apologetically.

“You are never to go near Sunset again. Fooorrreeevverrrr.” she said as she shut the door on Lyra.

Lyra saw Pinkie glare at her through the window until she was out of sight.

Sunset breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Pinkie. I’m starting to feel that everything's going to work out after all.”

Pinkie bounced happily up to Sunset sitting on the couch. “Of course! We’re a team. I’ll beat away any horny slutpony that tries to put herself down your throat.”

"I knew you'd see things my way," said Sunset, rubbing her hooves together evilly. "All part of my plan..." She ended the facade and gave Pinkie a passionate kiss. “I love you, Pinkie.”

Pinkie kissed back. “I love you, too.”