Roles Switch

by Black Hailstorm

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Pinkie Pie, Random, Crossover, Alternate Universe, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy
Length: 2717

Booty Warrior sets his sights on Pinkie. What he doesn't know is that his actions will create a spark in her that will either overcome him or embrace him.

BW, also known as The Booty Warrior is in Equestria. And just like any other day our favorite pervert is out and about looking around for bottoms to observe. It isn't till BW comes across a certain mare's rump that gains his attention is when he decides to set his sights on one target and one target only: Pinkie. And lucky enough for him Pinkie Pie has invited him to a party to help with the decorations. What Booty Warrior doesn't know is that his actions will soon set a burning passion in Pinki Pie.

Additional Tags: Boat loads of Innuendo + Suggestive Content.

Published 2015-12-23 19:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-23 19:20:02 UTC

Easy Way Or the Hard Way

It was just another normal day in Equestria. It had been raining frogs last night and the pegasi had promised to do their best not to stop the laws of the unnatural nature while Discord had his fun, but just like any other day unexpected events were bound to occur.

For somewhere in the streets of Ponyville was a man. A man who had, set his sights on the creatures of this world having learnt that they had the roundest most plump booties known to all of mankind.

That man was known as the Booty Warrior. But his friends (if he had any) liked to call him BW.

Now BW since coming to Equestria had blended in with the ponies of this world nicely. He’d smiled, he’d waved, he’d gotten acquainted with every mare and stallion that had caught his eye. And now BW was making a list and checking it twice, for today was the day he would be going after one of his number one targets.

Pinkamena Diane Pie.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mm mm mm!” he thought as he pictured the mare strutting about with that wicked grin of hers.

“I have been waiting days for this” he said to himself with a grin. “And now it’s time to go about the city and look for my favourite party planner” he said with a smile. “And man will it be easy for me to find her.”

For a party was being held for a Cloudsdale pegasus known by the name Rumble. Booty Warrior only recalled this colt’s name because his older brother had been able to capture his attention quite well.

And Pinkie had asked him to help with the decorations.

So it was with great pleasure that BW changed clothes, thanks to Rarity having made him a new line of clothing since his random appearance here.

And as the clock ticked as the perverted man put his hat back on BW couldn’t help but release a wicked grin as he opened his door and took a step out. “Show time.”

“Happy Birthday Rumble!” said Pinkie throwing confetti into the air with a grin. “I hope you like your party” she said patting the young pegasus colt gently on the head.

Rumble smiled back at Pinkie nodding his head as he trotted towards the other members of the party.

Pinkie stood back and watched the young stallion and his friends dive into the eight foot cake she and the Cake’s had managed to bake for the young pegasus who would soon be graduating flight school. It filled Pinkie’s heart with joy to see the young stallion have so much fun, especially when his graduation day would be coming up in the next coming week.

Trotting back into Sugarcube Corner to get a few more party hats, the pink mare didn’t immediately notice a figure hiding in the shadows.

“Booty” she heard a low whisper.

“Booty Booty Booty Booty” she heard the voice again, her ear twitching every time the word was said.

“Psst Pinkie...up here” Pinkie looked up and to her surprise and astonishment, there on the ceiling...was the Booty Warrior.

“Oh hey BW!” Pinkie said with a smile. “How’s it going? And what are you doing up there?”

“Oh nothing” BW said with a smile. “Just hanging around. You wouldn’t happen to have a ladder around here would you?”

The pink mare shook her head, Booty Warrior sighed in defeat. “Alright clear the way. I’m coming.”

Releasing his grip on the ceiling and falling to the ground, BW landed on his feet, with a perfect score of 10. Pinkie clapped her forehooves together in awe.

BW merely smiled, his eyes managing to catch the reflection of her perfect rump off the register behind them. “Thank you” he said taking a step forward, “I do try my best.”

However his best wasn’t good enough. So focused was the Booty Warrior on Pinkie’s rump’s reflection off the cash register that he didn’t notice frosting on the floor, so as his heel came down and connected with the surface the human slipped and fell face forward on the ground, his body twitching from the pain.

Pinkie moved to ask if he was alright but then something strange happened. Something no one would ever think could happen to the pink mare.

You see, the jeans BW wore were...somewhat revealing in the exterior region. His rump not being exposed in a conspicuous manner, but just enough for those that have an observative eye to be able to gaze upon the beauty that was of his rump.

And it was then and there that Pinkie was filled with the life of the plot.

Gazing upon BW’s very own booty without his knowledge as he fought to regain his senses and straighten himself Pinkie Pie gazed with wide glistening eyes at Booty Warrior’s very own derriere.

And from that day forwards, Pinkamena Diane Pie was filled with the way of the Booty. It was like walking down the street and by chance happening to discover a thousand dollar bill just laying there.

Or maybe the feeling Pinkie now felt could better be described as eating the sweetest most delectable of foods in the world. Having every bite fill and shock your very soul to the core with its tastiness.

Yes it was right then and there as Pinkie gazed upon Booty Warrior’s butt that she came to the stiffening realization that: I must have this butt.

BW rose from his temporarily pained stasis, standing back on his two feet as he pinched his bleeding nose. This almost instantly snapped the pink mare out of her trance on the human’s rump as she now glanced up at him with worry.

“Are you alright?” she asked with concern. BW merely nodded watching Pinkie trot to the corner of the room, his eyes eyeing her rump with hunger, clearly forgetting he had a bloody nose.

“Here” Pinkie said offering him a tissue. “Come with me I’ll help you with your problem first before I head back out to finish the part decorations for the other guests.

“But Pinkie I’m fine,” BW argued. “I’ve been through” his eyes scanned her, “Much, much worse than a bloody nose.”

But the pink mare wouldn’t hear of it. So making him sit down, Pinkie handed him a tissue, telling him to keep his head up and make sure his nose stayed plugged.

Doing as such Booty Warrior watched Pinkie trot off his eyes on her wondrous flank the entire time.

“I’ll be back after the party is over alright. You just stay there and relax.”

Pink ie now watched Rumble and the former members of the CMC play. Her mind drifting between her new found discovery and the party, the mare felt conflicted with this strange desire that had recently started building in her since staring at BW’s butt.

The pink mare had never felt such a sensation before, it was alien to her much like the human nursing his nose at this very moment.

But one recurring thought was clear to her: BW had one hell of an ass.

“Hey Pinkie” the mare flinched upon hearing her name. Turning in the direction of the playing fillies and colts she saw Pipsqueak staring at her with a raised brow.

“Are you alright Pinkie? You look a bit red in the face, aren’t catching something now are you?”

Red in the- oh, Pinkie now touching her burning cheeks with her forehooves just realized that she had been blushing profoundly. Smiling sheepishly at the young colt Pinkie waved a hoof dismissively all while avoiding eye contact.

“I’m fine Pipsqueak, don’t worry I might just be feeling a bit sick that’s all” she said with a small forced grin.

Pipsqueak stared at Pinkie in silence for a few seconds before his eyes became half lidded in doubt. “Tch, yeah right” he muttered.

“Sorry?”

“Nothing” he said to Pinkie as he trotted away shaking his head. The young colt had been around the field long enough to know a blush when he’d seen one, and Pinkie at this moment was fooling herself.

“Just make sure you get yourself checked out after the party” he called as he returned to play with the others.

Pinkie watched the colt trot away with confusion, her cheeks still red and her heart now beating with an intensity as the thought of BW being at Sugarcube Corner, alone by himself, with no one there to keep him company forced its way into her head.

She gulped, perspiration slowly beginning to slide down her face as her cheeks only continued to burn with a passion and her tail now began to twitch erratically just like Twilight whenever she got into a really good book.

The words “booty” and “flank” kept seductively pecking the bubblegum pony’s ears despite the fact that no one was there except the kids and none of them were saying such words.

Although Pipsqueak for some reason or another would look at the still blushing Pinkie and shake his head in disappointment for some reason or another. It only seemed to confuse Pinkie even more.

Minutes turned to an hour and an hour soon passed into another till eventually the party came to an end. And as fillies and colts alike were picked up by their relatives Pinkie watched them all leave with a happy smile on her face, both glad and satisfied everypony had had a good time.

Rumble was soon picked up by his brother Thunderlane who had thanked Pinkie greatly and even gave her extra bits for a job well done.

Now payed, satisfied with her job, and full from all the cupcakes and other sweets she had eaten Pinkie was about to trot back into Sugarcube Corner till she heard her name get called by Pipsqueak who rushed over to her, leaving his father’s side.

“What’s up Pip?”

Pipsqueak waved his hoof over for the mare to get closer so that he could tell her something. Pinkie complied.

The next words that came out of the young colt’s mouth to this day never ceases to amaze Pinkie whenever she recalls it. For Pipsqueak who had been considered the most innocent out of all the ponies in Ponyville was amazed to hear the following leave his own mouth.

“Go grab dat flank Pinkie” Pipsqueak told her with a smile.

Pinkie’s jaw went slack, her cheeks burning slightly with a faint red as she watched the colt wink at her then trot off to his father’s side before waving goodbye and that he would see her tomorrow.

Trotting back inside Sugarcube Corner Pinkie went to the living room to check on her human friend. He was asleep.

It was then an idea popped into her head that made her smirk like she was about to pull the greatest prank ever known to ponykind.

“I think I’ll take you’re advice Pip” she said with a wicked grin as she trotted over to BW’s sleeping figure. “And I think this plan will work out perfectly.”

BW awoke feeling...restrained. It was dark in the place he was currently in. He couldn’t see anything more than three feet away and for some reason there was a spotlight focused on him and him alone.

“Boooooooottyyyy” a gentle voice sung.

BW looked around the dark room feeling confused and somewhat aroused by being bound to a chair. “Is anypony in here?”

A giggle. A familiar giggle. Then the sound of hooves hitting the ground as they approached the human.

“Pinkie?” BW asked in surprise. “You mind explaining to me why I’m-”

“Sssshhh” the mare said gently shushing him with her hoof. Her eyes half lidded, both cerulean eyes gleaming with possible lust or maybe it was desire.

BW feeling both confused and now starting to feel uncomfortable that he wasn’t the one with power shifted uncomfortably in his bounds.

“Um Pinkie what’s all this about?”

The pink mare smiled, lifting her forehoof and gently running it under his chin. “You know what this is about Mr.Warrior” she said in a pet voice. “You opened my eyes to the glory of the bum and well” she said with a small grin and faint touch of red to her cheeks.

“I was hoping since you opened my eyes we could, take things to possibly the next step.”

Oh hell no BW thought now desperately trying to free his hands of his bounds. If anyone is taking things to the next step it’ll be my ass not yours!

As if reading his mind the pink mare hopped up onto his lap once again turning his head in her direction Pinkie stared into the warrior’s eyes with a fiery passion of her own that refused to be looked down upon.

“C’mon BW, I know you’ve been ogling my flank for the past month” she said wiggling ze booty gently against his lap.

Biting his lip and forcing away the warrior thoughts that were raging to be freed Booty Warrior refused to submit to this form of torture. If he could take a beating from Tom the lawyer than he could most definitely take this mind numbingly painful torture.

“C’mooon W” Pinkie sang seductively rubbing her hoof around in circles against the human’s chest. Leaning in and whispering to his ear with a coy look on her face she said: “I know you want the B.”

Hnng- NO! He shook his head. He had to be in control. It wasn’t just about his warrior’s honor, it was about the principle. The Booty Principle, a code of conduct that he had written for himself just like Barney’s many rules in picking up chicks, the Booty Warrior himself had many rules he liked to adhere to when about to hunt for a flank.

Number one being he had to be in control. It was what made things so, exciting.

“Now Pinkie” BW said calmly. “I humbly accept this invitation but if we’re going to get funky. Then I need you to release my bounds” he said, his smirk going unnoticed.

“Oh is that all?” Pinkie said hopping off his lap. “Sure then no problem!” trotting behind him and removing the bounds on his wrist, the Booty Warrior rose rubbing his wrists before spinning and looking at Pinkie with a wicked grin only to find that she wasn’t there.

“Pinkie?” he said.

Silence.

Strange she was here a second ago. But before the powerful warrior who could even rival the greatest of heroes himself could turn around, he found himself on the ground, feeling hooves flip him over to his back he looked up to see a heavy shadow looming over him with the spotlight hitting him square in the face.

It wasn’t until the figure leaned in close to his face that the Booty Warrior saw it was Pinkie, mirroring his own predatory grin as she stared down at him from her sitting position on top of him.

BW’s eyes widened in fear as he realized what had just happened.

He’d been tricked, and now the roles were and had been switched. No he thought with a quivering lip as he tried to get back up only for Pinkie to slam both her hooves into the ground, just above his shoulders and pinning him down before her.

I must have the power! he thought, although a part of him slightly desiring to try the reverse for a change.

Pinkamena Diane Pie leaned in close to his face as Booty Warrior began to realize that his fate was sealed, the roles were reversed and it was his turn to suffer the consequences. The booty consequences.

Pinkie stared at him with a sultry grin. “What was it you always say?” as she tapped her chin with a hoof still looking at him. “Oh yeah!” she said smiling with realization.

“Which would you prefer: The easy way or the hard way?”

The last sound Booty Warrior made in response to this was a squeak, followed by Pinkie’s manic laughter before it was soon followed by her giggling wildly.

Then silence.

Fin.

Author's Note

This is by far the weirdest thing I've ever thought up. It was still entertaining.