Don't mess with Pinkamena
Pinkie Pie was out shopping for ice cream. She loved vanilla and strawberry. She wanted to make it home because she was starving as she happily trotted along she exited a crowded area and entered and empty one but she didn't notice since it was just another way to get home. As she walked along she checked her watch. She was on time so she just kept on going. She wore a pink shirt and light blue pants.
She walked along and hummed just enjoying the beautiful day. Then all of a sudden when everything was going good she saw a man approaching her. She tried to walk faster but the man grabbed her and turned her around to face him pulling her into a dark corner. This will be easy! The tall man thought
"Hey babe. Where are you going?" He asked. Pinkie felt revolted he sounded like a creepy pervert. Pinkie responded in an annoyed voice.
"Uhhh I'm going home? Why?" Pinkie asked. He grinned. It scared her. A lot.
"You want me to show you a good time?" He asked in a seductive voice. Her creep meter was beeping in her head. She thought on how to respond.
"Uhhhhhh no thank you I'm going to go home now." She said alarmed about the guy. The man cornered her into a wall. Pinkie started to sweat and slowly reach into her jacket.
"Hey where are you going babe don't you have a little bit of time." The filthy bastard asked. Pinkie wanted to puke. She started to loose her cool.
"Back off buddy! Your in my personal space!" Pinkie warned. The man stopped in front of her so she didn't move.
"Oh come one why are you in a hurry? What's a little lady doing out here?" The man seductivley asked. Pinkie wanted to puke. Of all the things this had to happen.
"Get the fuck away from me shithead I'm trying to mind my business. So keep your business in your pants!" Pinkamena spat. Nothing that she said worked. She thought of him as a loser and wanted to get home.
"Don't you want to have some fun girl?" The bastard asked. Pinkamena had warnings going off in her brain.
"Get off of me Fucker!" Pinkamena yelled. She was about to scream for help when the man put a hand over her mouth. She became really angry. The man started to trace his other hand down her body slowly and Pinkamena started to unsnap something quietly. Her mind was racing as she reached for something concealed in her coat. The man did not notice her hand. She thought about what she should do. Then she prepared.
As the man moved in his hand touched her mouth and his hand went downwards and touched her crouch inside her pants and as soon as he did that Pinkamena pulled out her Smith & Wesson revolver and pointed it at him. He backed up and took his hands off her and tried to reach for the gun.
"Get Off!! Get Off!" Pinkamena screamed she saw him charging torwards her and she shot him right in the crotch and he screamed and ran away. She pointed it at him as he ran as she was to late to chase after him and dialed 9-11 and told them all about what happened. They asked her where he went and she just told them the street name and what direction he went torwards. She thanked them and hung up. She ran home.
At home she shuddered about the man trying to rape her. She decided to go down to the police and reported it. A lot of people would have expected her to be weak about it but she wasn't. They asked her questions and she answered them and left and went back home. Once at home she shuddered. She sat down on a chair and tried to calm herself. She took deep breaths. She smelled herself and she noticed that she had the bastards scent on her.
"Fucking sicko" Pinkamena muttered under her breath. She decided. She knew that if she didn't do anything he would have raped her. She remembered that the police confirmed that the man was trying to sexually assault her. She knew that if that creep had the chance he would have raped her. She shuddered washing herself her mane completely deflated. After her shower she dried herself still shaking. She poured a glass of water and her hand shook as she drank it spilling some. She then sat down and took deep steady breaths.
She gripped her couch as Gummy watched her. She breathed air in and out through her nose. Slowly she calmed down. He was gone and she didn't want to think about the sick fuck. She didn't want to talk to her friends as she was angry and scared at what happend. Even if she calmed down she wanted to stay in for the night. Plus they saw eachother the other day. She just wanted to rest. She closed her eyes and sighed. She knew it was over so she just tried to not be to angry. She kept her eyes closed breathing. She breathed. She didn't want her friends to worry about her. She could tell some of them later. She didn't want to deal with it.
She breathed again she took deep steady breaths. As she calmed down a little bit she picked up her clothes and put her Revolver away in her cabinet and locked it up putting her key away. She really didn't want to look at anything that reminded of her of what happened right now. She could clean it later. She couldent wait till the man left her memory. She sat down and breathed. She sat up and got a drink.
After quenching her thirst she sat down again rubbing her clean flat hair. She didn't want her friends to see her like this. She can wait. She took another few deep breaths. She was not going to therapy for what happened. She just wasn't going to deal with it. She reported it to the police. She rubbed her eyes breathing she lifted her head. She couldent wait to get this off her chest. She went to sleep as it was night.
The next day she got up and went to go see her friends. She explained what happened and they comforted her. They were sorry it happened and Pinkie said that she shouldent have gotten distracted and went by herself but should have called someone. She would make sure to be more alert.
