Sensual End

Back in Sunny Falls, Jake’s sadness had drained him. He was no longer crying, just laying motionless and tired in his bed. A few months ago, Jake decided to live with his mom at her apartment, despite her frequent absence.

Jake turned his head and looked around his room. There wasn’t much special about it. It was a pretty big bedroom. Jake estimated it was about sixteen feet by sixteen feet. There was an absence of a wall opposite the one his bed was up against that opened up into the kitchen and dining room. The furniture was like something out of an Ikea catalog in Jake’s room. The edges of every piece defined, sharp and blunt, all colored black. Stainless steel knobs on the dresser and nightstand as well as the white sheets and pillowcases on his bed were the only parts of the furniture colored differently. During the day, Jake’s room felt very nice to be in. The contrasting colors were eye candy to Jake. Night, however, was a different story. The darkness made the walls, bed sheets and pillows also turn black, and it felt as if he was sleeping in a gaping black hole. Jake couldn’t wait to wake up to a beautifully lit room again, so he thought it best to close his eyes and sleep.

Jake closed his eyes, and started drifting off when he felt someone poke him saying, “psst!” Jake slowly opened his eyes about halfway, too comfortable and tired to put much effort into making note of who was there poking him. The prodding continued. “Psst! Jake! Come on! Wake up!” A high-pitched girly voice whispered. Jake noticed he had heard this voice before, but it wasn’t that of his mom. Jake was now alarmed, but still too exhausted to do anything about it. “Oh for ponies sake!” the voice said in a normal volume, and then suddenly proceed to start violently shaking Jake. “WAAAAAAKKEEEEEEEE UPPPPPPPPP!!!!” The voice yelled. Jake was startled awake. “Oh hey! You’re awake!” The voice said happily. All Jake saw when he sat upright in his bed was a strange figure directly in front of him on his lap. It was too dark to make out what it was, so he turned to his nightstand and turned on his night lamp. When Jake looked back, he was shocked. He instantly recognized the voice and couldn’t believe who he saw, sitting there on his lap, right in front of him.

There was Pinkie Pie. THE living, breathing, Pinkie Pie. Jake’s mind exploded with questions, but between the excitement and the sheer amazement that this was actually happening, only one could escape his mouth. It wasn’t even the one he wanted to ask, but it somehow came out first. “Is this real?” Jake asked Pinkie. “Well, duh. I’m here, aren’t I?” Pinkie responded, making it sound like she showed up in the human world all the time.

As if she used her Pinkie Sense to predict Jake’s next question, Pinkie rapidly stated, “You see Twilight was walking by the Princess’s chambers and heard some kind of moaning sound and some weird wet noises so she went to check it out. She saw Luna in Nightmare Moon form and she was on top of some scary looking dog-like guy for a little while and after she got off him she started talking about you and then sent that creepy guy to get a succubus to come here and kill you. So that’s when Twilight told me about it and it made me so sad so I used my ability to travel between dimensions which I guess you humans call breaking the fourth wall or something and come here to warn you!”

Jake heard what Pinkie said, and was fearful for his life, but at that moment he could only think of one thing to do. He started crying harder than he had ever cried before in his life and wrapped his arms around the pink pony. Pinkie Pie was a little stunned at first, but then, proceeded to comfort Jake and wrap her hooves around him. “You’re real! You‘re here!” Jake managed to whimper through his sobbing. Pinkie rubbed his back like a caring mother, sad to see him crying, even tough she knew it was tears of joy.

After about three minutes of crying, Pinkie let go of Jake. “Hey,” she said, as she pushed Jake’s head up by his chin with her hoof. Jake stared into the pony’s blue eyes as she smiled slightly and said, “Smile for me. You know how happy it makes me when my friends smile.” No longer feeling alone, Jake, for the first time in years, cracked a REAL, not fake, smile. Pinkie smiled even wider at the sight of Jake’s smile.

Drying his tears, Jake said, “You’re serious? A succubus? Why would someone as kind as Luna want to kill me? This makes no sense!” “Have you asked Celestia to kill you?” Pinkie said, once again seemingly using her Pinkie Sense. Jake then recalled his prayer earlier that night to the Princess to end his life. “Oh my god,” Jake said as the realization hit him. “Maybe the princess heard you and thought a succubus would be a way for you to die happily. She probably did it to help you so you didn‘t have to suffer anymore,” Pinkie Pie deducted. This made Jake want to cry again, knowing the Princess heard his prayer and tried to help him, but the graveness of his situation sat with Jake even harder than the fact that Celestia was trying to end his suffering.

“Well, now that I know MLP characters are real, it changes everything! Pinkie, you’ve saved my life!” Jake exclaimed. Pinkie smiled again and said, “You’re welcome!” Her expression changed to worry. “But, I don’t think we can stop the succubus from coming. Luna sent the Demonata to get one for you, and from what Twilight told me, once the Demonata have a kill in their sights, they don’t stop for anything or anyone. We need to run! We need…”

Pinkie was interrupted by the sound of the front door being unlocked and opening. She turned to Jake, terrified. Jake had the same expression on his face. “Hide!” He frantically whispered to Pinkie Pie. While Jake heard the sound of the entrance hallway lightswitch flick on, Pinkie darted off Jake’s bed toward his closet shutters. When she reached it she realized, she had hooves and couldn’t open it! Jake quickly caught on and leaped out of bed with the sounds of high heels walking on the wood floor of the entrance hallway getting closer to the living room. He knew who it was instantly and knew he needed to hide Pinkie and get back in bed as fast as possible. Jake quickly opened the shutters of his closet for Pinkie and she scurried inside. When he closed the shutters, the sound of footsteps stopped. That either meant the person walking had stopped, or was now traversing the carpeted living room floor. Jake put his bet on the living room and bolted back for his bed. He sensed the presence getting ever closer as he hurried to get covered back up again. Jake quickly turned out his night lamp. Just as Jake laid down and pretended to be asleep, the figure entered the dining room just outside his bedroom. Jake felt the presence get closer and closer to his bed. Within about 10 seconds, the figure was knelt down beside him, looking at him. The person gently rubbed Jake’s shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. Jake knew this was his queue and faked waking up.

He opened the eyes to the gentle, warm, smiling face of his mother. She was on the old side of the mom spectrum. She was in her 50s, and had a few wrinkles here and there. A wide afro of curly, black, frilly hair topped her head. Jake’s mom also had a very thin, almost on the verge of bony, kind of structure. Every time he saw her, she reminded Jake of someone you’d see in some kind of New Age or hippie store browsing the incense or spiritual stones. She gave off that kind of vibe when she was in the room. However, she was a very professional woman and wasn’t anything like the presence she gave off, and Jake knew that all too well. It was still nice to see her nonetheless.

“Hi honey,” Ms. Arbor said to her son. “It’s 1:30 in the morning, mom. What are you doing here?” Jake’s mom seemed slightly frazzled, as if not expecting this question. She responded with, “Our client decided to drop out midway through the sale.” Jake sat up in his bed once again. “Damn. That sucks. Sorry, ma,” Jake said. Ms. Arbor was a traveling saleswoman, selling innovative technology to businesses all over the world. While it was uncommon for any of her clients to drop out midway through a sale negotiation, it had happened in the past at least a couple times. Jake didn’t think anything of it. Ms. Arbor smiled. “Oh its alright, hun. The company offered me a hotel to stay in but I said ‘To hell with that! I’m sleeping at my place tonight!’ Plus I wanted to talk to you about something in person,” Ms. Arbor said. “Yeah? What about?” Jake asked.

Well it’s been, what, three years since you had a girlfriend?” “Two,” Jake said. “Two years since you had a girlfriend, and I think you need to get back in the game,” Jake’s mom said. “Mommmmm.” Jake didn’t really want to have this lecture now. “I’m just sayin’ I know some old local clients who have pretty sexy lookin’ daughters and I still got their numbers in my phone! I can hook you up!” Ms. Arbor said with an upwards inflection. Jake rolled his eyes and laid back down. “Tell me sweetie, what do you like in a girl Like, what makes up your dream girl? I know so many different girls, I‘m almost certain that I know one you‘d like!” Reluctantly, Jake decided to answer his mom.

“Well,” Jake started, “I really like Hispanic women.” “Ooooh! Muy caliente!” Ms. Arbor said in a tone that Jake could not distinguish between intentional embarassment or belief that she was cool. “Hispanic women who are short, about five foot two or five foot one, with medium-length black hair and pink streaks. Also, brown almond shaped eyes with a little bit of eye shadow and eyeliner to make them stand out.” Jake’s mom awkwardly asked the next question. “Any…physical…sexual parts…that you’re attracted to?” “Mom!” Jake exclaimed, embarassed. “Just wanna make sure shes perfect for you, hun!” Ms. Arbor responded. Jake gave a long, agitated sigh, knowing his mom would not drop the subject until he answered an honest, truthful answer. “Big butts are nice, but not like ‘Oh my god she can crush a car with that ass’ kind of butt, just a nice, big, round one. And a double C cup, not too small, not too big. Just right. But, possibly the most important part, is she has to be tight. I mean REALLY tight. Like, 8-year-old tight.”

“Wow. What would you know. I know a 16-year-old girl EXACTLY like that. Her name is Alexi. Of course I wouldn’t know how tight she is, but other than that…” “Really?” Jake interrupted. “Yeah! I can have her here tomorrow night for you. Would you like that?” Ms. Arbor asked. “Would I?!” Jake responded. Not only was she the living version of Jake’s own imagination, but even her name, Alexi, was delectably sexy. His mom laughed. “Well then, I guess you’ve got a date!” Jake smiled. He had forgotten how awesome his mom was. When she was around, she always tried to make Jake happy by any means necessary.

“Let me just get my phone and I’ll text her father,” Ms. Arbor said. She reached in her pants pocket for her phone, but didn’t seem to find it. “Huh,” she said. “Must have fallen out of my pocket in the cab on my way here. Let me go look for it. He’s waiting outside. Be right back.” “Alright,” Jake responded. With that, Ms. Arbor kissed her son on his forehead, which was cold to the touch, and darted back out the front door.

Remembering the pink pony in his closet, Jake opened the shutters and let Pinkie Pie out. “Can you believe it, Pinkie?! I meet you and now I have a date with the hottest girl imaginable! Everything finally turning…” Pinkie looked absolutely scared to death. “What’s wrong, Pinkie?” Jake asked. “Jake, don’t you see? That wasn’t your mom. It was the Demonata Cadaver!” Jake laughed. “Pinkie, that’s ridiculous.” “If she was sleeping here tonight then why did she have a cab driver waiting for her outside?!” Pinkie yelled at Jake. The reality hit Jake like a ton of bricks. All the inconsistencies his mom showed during the conversation finally made sense. “And she wasn’t trying to set you up for a date. She, well, he, was gaining knowledge about your fantasies to design your succubus!!” Pinkie exclaimed. Jake now shared her look of terror. “Oh my god, I just gave him everything!” Jake said. Tears started to flow down Pinkie’s face. “Come on! We’ve gotta run! We’ve gotta get out of here!” she cried. “If the Demonata are as hell-bent as you say they are, where in the hell are we gonna hide?!” Jake asked.

“There’s a unicorn I know that’s used magic to live for thousands of years. He once lived in the time of the Demonata’s rule over the earth. His name is Kraff, and he’s a druid, with magic strong enough to vanquish the Demonata back to their universe. He lives in New York City. If we can get to him, he can save you, but we’ve got to run!” Pinkie said. “All the way to New York?” Jake asked in disbeief. “It’s our only option! Now let’s GO!” Pinkie shouted at Jake. “We can’t go out the front. He’ll see us if we do,” Jake said. He left his bedroom in search of an alternate escape route. After a few rampant trips around the house, he spotted a fire escape that led to the back of the building. “There!” he shouted to Pinkie. Jake opened the window and climbed out onto the fire escape, Pinkie Pie close behind him. The pony hopped on Jake’s back and held on as Jake made his way down the ladder. Upon reaching the bottom, Jake and Pinkie ran, faster than either of them had before, away from the building.

Meanwhile, at the front of the building, Cadaver, still in disguise as Ms. Arbor, entered the back seat of the cab waiting outside. “I have what I need, my lord. Let us go home. We have work to do.” A six-armed creature with pale red skin and a baseball cap took firm hold of the steering wheel and drove down the street, quickly making the cab disappear in thin air.