Tempest's Shocking Tease

A thunderstorm loomed over Ponyville and deepened the sky into a somber gray. Twilight paced back and forth in the alley alongside Sugarcube Corner. She had put this meeting off for too long, but if she didn't confront her mistakes this rift would tear them apart. The shadows advanced in the dying light, and an uneasy tension vexed Twilight, like she had forgotten something important. The streets stood empty as fierce winds forced ponies to seek shelter. Twilight entered the bakery and spotted Pinkie Pie behind the counter tending to a white cardboard box.

Bubbly as ever, Pinkie waved and smiled. “Hey Twi, wild weather, huh? I just finished your order, so super sweet timing on your part.”

Twilight trotted to the counter faster than usual. She had so much to get off her chest she didn't know where to start. “Pinkie, we need to talk. About the beach, about us, about everything.”

Pinkie giggled and leaned against the counter. “That was sooo long ago. You were under tons of pressure, and everyone loses their cool sometimes. Let's be real, I was causing my fair share of aggravation too. It's okey dokey.”

Twilight took Pinkie's hooves in her own. “No, it's not okay. You mean so much to me I can't even put it into words. Saying such hurtful things to you was inexcusable, and I'm terrified that I've damaged our friendship and this will always hang over us. Can you ever really forgive me?”

Pinkie looked down and sniffled. “Gosh, it means the world to me that you care so much. I'll accept your apology if you do me one itsy bitsy favor.”

“Anything, you name it.”

Pinkie bit her lip and nudged the baker's box closer. “Enjoy!”

The mouth watering scent of hot cinnamon buns wafted from the box. Twilight giggled and grabbed one with her magic. “No one whips up sinfully delicious treats like you.”

“Just be careful, those babies pack enough carbs to knock a yak into a coma.”

Twilight bit into the spice-filled pastry and made an appreciative murmur as the frosting and brown sugar melted in her mouth. “Mmm, perfect as always.”

A big toothy grin spread across Pinkie's face. Few things in life made her happier than seeing other ponies savor her baking, and Twilight was more than willing to oblige—to her figure's detriment.

Twilight swallowed the first bite and cleared her throat. “You know, I've always been a little jealous of you.”

Pinkie cocked her head. “You? Jealous of me?”

“Sure. You're the life of every party, and you make friends with everyone so easily.”

Pinkie waved her hoof as if batting away the praise. “Aw shucks, stop trying to make me blush. Hey, wanna hear a real knee slapper?”

Twilight took another bite of the warm buttery bun. “Mmhmm.”

“I grew up on a rock farm in the middle of nowhere. None of my talents were encouraged, and yet against all odds I found my place in the world. Meanwhile, you grew up in the lap of luxury and were afforded every privilege, but you were content to sit in your room reading all day while life passed you by.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. Pinkie's jokes were usually shorter and sprinkled with atrocious puns.

Pinkie's voice fell to a flat deadpan. “And who helped you break out of your shell and become the Princess of Friendship? I did—a dumb clown who drags you down and wastes your time. Isn't that hilarious?”

A heavy pit sank in Twilight's stomach. “Why would you say such terrible things?”

Pinkie slinked around the counter with a mischievous grin. “I always thought sharing love was the best way to make you happy, but maybe hurting you is better. Isn't that what you really want?”

The color drained from Twilight's face. “What are you talking about?”

“You liked it so much when Tempest hurt you, and she's not even your gal pal, so I figured—”

“No, I never want you to be like Tempest. You're kind, sweet, and loving. What she did to me was super messed up and just plain wrong. How do you even know about that?”

Pinkie drew closer and ignored her question. “You say it's wrong now, but your legs quivered, you howled like a banshee, and you made a puddle of yummy cream. Gosh, I wonder which is more honest?”

Twilight backed up into the wall, a dark shame warming her face. “That didn't mean anything, she forced me with her magic. I mean, I was trying to—you know, um—it's complicated, okay?”

Pinkie pinned her against the wall. “Nah, it's as simple as a dimple. Everyone already knew you're a pervert, but to think you get off on being humiliated by that hateful witch instead of loved by your friends? That's twisted.”

Lightning cracked the sky and rattled the shop with booming thunder. The flash of light curved the shadows around them. Twilight struggled under Pinkie's strength. “Let me go.”

“But this is what shakes your grape soda until it fizzes and explodes.” Pinkie dragged Twilight to the ground and pulled her legs open.

Twilight struggled against the wall as Pinkie reached for the box of cinnamon buns. “Pinkie, stop right now. Wait, what are you doing?”

Pinkie licked the bun in her hoof and went into a giggling fit. “Ya know how our stomachs growl when we're hungry? What if our coochies growled when they were hungry? Now that's outside the box thinking.” Pinkie howled with laughter and shoved the bun into Twilight's exposed marehood. Most of the dessert fell apart and crumbled onto the floor, but the rest lodged deep inside. Pinkie bent down and licked up and down Twilight's extra sticky folds. “Mmm, yummy in my tummy,” Pinkie said, swallowing bits of the ruined treat. “Hey Twi, can you believe it? I'm eating you out—literally. And don't look now, but you got a bun in the oven!”

Twilight was definitely a normal mare, and a normal mare would cry out in outrage as Pinkie forever shattered the trust they once shared, but in defiance of all logic her breath went ragged and her pleasure surged. More pastries disintegrated and smooshed into her marehood, and the warm sticky frosting clung to her clit. “Stop, please stop,” Twilight said in a feeble protest. “I don't want this.”

Pinkie's voice grew forceful and raspy, like she was imitating Tempest. “Don't lie to me, Princess, we both know you love it. I'll shove this whole bakery down your greedy cunt.” She grabbed cinnamon buns from out of nowhere and smeared them between Twilight's legs. Pinkie sang a little ditty with each new bun: “Hot and fresh, tasty and sweeeet.”

“This isn't healthy,” Twilight lamented.

Pinkie snorted. “Oh, but getting shocked by a bajillion volts is hunky-dory? I guess you just couldn't resistor.”

Twilight groaned and tossed her head.

“Time to ring the devil's doorbell,” Pinkie said, rubbing Twilight's clit in tiny circles. “Mmm, I always loved playing with joy buzzers.”

A terrible tension rose inside Twilight. She had to push these feelings away, but Pinkie's enthusiasm and bad jokes were too much.

Pinkie compressed and compacted the doughy mess, stretching her walls further and further. “Your coochie is caked with confections. Now we just need a candle and a match.”

Twilight met Pinkie's warm blue eyes with a silent plea.

Pinkie didn't stop her messy massage. “It's okay, Twi. Just admit you like being humiliated. That's what you think about when you paddle your pink canoe, right?”

“No, that's not true, this isn't me, this is all wrong. Why are you doing this? I can't, I can't…” Twilight squeezed her eyes shut and gasped as her pussy throbbed with heavenly pleasure and her whole body shook and shivered.

“Wowzers, you must love having extra sugar on your sugar walls, 'cuz they're really going to town.”

Twilight left the fog of her climax and glanced up at her friend. “Why am I like this? What happened to me?”

Pinkie shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe you're screwed up in the head from all these crazy adventures. That's the simplest explanation, right?” She giggled and hugged Twilight close. “Welcome to the club.”

Warmth flooded Twilight's chest, but not from the embrace. Something told her if she looked into her friend's gaze she would find the answer to all her questions. A great hollow festered in the center of reality and called out to her. Pinkie's eyeballs melted into a black ooze that flooded the shop and Twilight fell screaming into the inky void and drowned.

A faraway voice pleaded. “Wake up, Twilight. Wake up.”

Twilight jerked awake in a strange bed. Tempest's bed. She was still on the airship.

What in Equestria?

Clad in her battle armor, Tempest stood next to the bed shaking Twilight's shoulder. “Wake up, Twilight. We've been docked for hours. I let you sleep, but it's time to rise and shine.”

Groggy and blurry eyed, Twilight sat up with some effort, her fur matted with sweat. Tempest had apparently covered her with the blanket.

“Are you okay?” Tempest asked. “You were shivering and mumbling something about cinnamon buns.”

Twilight froze. “Maybe that's because the only food I've eaten since the Festival was a bowl of gruel.”

“Oh, want me to get you something?”

Twilight waved her off. “I've lost my appetite.”

Tempest placed a canteen in her lap. “At least drink some water.”

Twilight quenched her thirst, and Tempest switched the chain from the headboard back to her own wristband and guided Twilight to the edge of the bed. Twilight's bottom still glowed with warm memories.

A bucket of soapy water sat on the floor next to Tempest's leg. “Let's clean you up.” Tempest ran a damp washcloth across Twilight's chest and teased her nose with a dollop of soap bubbles. Twilight giggled as Tempest gave her such sweet and gentle affection. That terrible nightmare seemed so far away now.

“Um, you might want to do the rest,” Tempest said, a subtle blush spreading across her dark face. “You know, down there.” This was a curious change from the mare who earlier demanded Twilight lick her cu—she didn't even want to think about that filthy word. Tempest turned her head and Twilight cleaned the sticky mess under her tail. Tempest handed her a towel and she dried herself.

Twilight stretched and yawned. “Did I call you Mistress? Did that really happen?”

“You surrendered to my will, so you better be on your best behavior, slave.” They locked eyes in a deadly confrontation, a battle of wills, a standoff for the ages, and then they burst into a fit of giggles. Tempest fell against Twilight as she doubled over in laughter. “You should've seen your face at the end. You looked like you were having a seizure.”

“I think I had a transcendental experience. Or maybe you gave me mild brain damage.”

Tempest rubbed Twilight's back and smiled. “I'll take that as a compliment. Your resilience was impressive, I'll admit. I almost thought you'd outlast me.”

Twilight leaned against her mistress. “I'm still grappling with these embarrassing urges, but the way you made me feel weak and helpless was the most exciting rush ever.”

“You don't have to tell me. I cleaned your 'excitement' off the floor with a mop.”

A rosy warmth filled Twilight's cheeks. She looked away and twirled her mane. “That never happened before. Honest.”

“I hope not,” Tempest said. “Otherwise your lovers would need water wings.”

“Hey!” Twilight playfully punched Tempest's shoulder.

Tempest returned a shock into Twilight's side that made her burst into laughter. She wriggled away from the tickling magic, but Tempest grabbed her by the waist. “You're so damned cute when you're flustered, you make me want to—” Twilight surprised her with a kiss and a gentle, loving, pristine embrace. She licked and nibbled Tempest's bottom lip, pulled it away, and let it go with a playful smile. “So you can kiss,” Tempest said. “Fancy that.”

“I could do a lot more if you took this limiter off my horn.”

Tempest looked away and squinted. “I'm sure you could.”

Twilight moved closer. “When we were together, you said some worrying things. Are you sure you don't want to talk about anything?”

“I'm fine,” Tempest said in a firmer tone than needed. “You say whatever comes to mind, you know, in the heat of the moment. It doesn't mean anything.”

Twilight leaned into Tempest and rubbed her chest. “I still think you're beautiful.”

Tempest scowled and nudged her away. “Don't get mushy. I have a low tolerance for mushy.”

“So I've noticed.”

“Your mane is a tangled nightmare,” Tempest said out of the blue. She stood up and retrieved something from her bureau. “Let's fix you up.” Tempest dragged a brush through Twilight's hair and fluffed it back into place. A comforting familiarity washed over Twilight while Tempest groomed her, like they were close friends, or maybe even a couple. She murmured as the bristles massaged her scalp and made her feel normal again. Tempest took a good look at her and smiled. “Now you're presentable for the Storm King.”

Twilight's spirits cratered into dust. “You're still taking my magic? How could you?”

Tempest sighed and rested her hoof on Twilight's knee. “Maybe in another life we could've been friends, but the fates chose this path for me.”

“No, you chose this path. Not the fates, you.”

Tempest stared at the ground and slumped.

Twilight rubbed her shoulders. “We shared something special, didn't we? We can work together and stop him from—”

Electricity sparked in Tempest's horn and her voice grew stern. “You're confusing lust with love. Big mistake.”

“It's not all or nothing, is it?”

Tempest pulled Twilight out of bed. “Sorry, Princess, it has to be nothing for now.” She yanked Twilight to the door, lifted the bar, and rested her hoof against the metal. “The rest of what we talked about can still happen. We'll figure something out. Find our own path.”

Twilight gestured toward the nearby bookshelf. “The warrior from The Old Spirit, did she ever give up?”

“No, she didn't, just like I'll never stop fighting for the Storm Empire. Someday we'll bring peace to this wretched world.” Tempest threw open the door and pushed Twilight down the hall. Grubber waddled alongside them and storm soldiers crowded around the cage at the end of the hallway. Tempest snarled at her minions. “The princess knows nothing of her allies and collaborators. She's worthless.”

At the end of the line, Tempest disconnected the chain, shoved Twilight into the cage, and slammed the door. With a zap of electricity the magic limiter rattled onto the floor. The walls between fantasy and reality crumbled all around her. Twilight had been immersed in her erotic bubble so long she almost forgot about the outside world. She grabbed the bars and shouted over the commotion. “You don't want to do this. Stop before it's too late, before you do something you can't take back.”

Conflicting passions battled across Tempest's face until she forced a menacing glare. “Your persistence is admirable but utterly pointless. I'm getting my horn back no matter the cost. Now shut up or I'll shut you up!”

The last drops of Twilight's miserable hope evaporated. After everything that happened Tempest had barely changed at all.

The Canterlot Castle towered into the smoke filled sky. The caravan drove through streets cluttered with the tattered wreckage of the Friendship Festival. Ponies had traveled far and wide to partake in Twilight's dream for a better world, a world where strangers could form bonds that might last a lifetime, but now they were kept in cages like animals or forced to pull heavy carts laden with military equipment. Twilight could have fought Tempest when she had the chance, but instead she fought her friends and became a willing plaything for the enemy. She wasn't worthy of crowns or titles. She was disgusting.

Laughing storm soldiers poked their spears into rows of cages. The trapped ponies danced for their captor's amusement and cried out for help. Tempest ordered the caravan to halt. She confronted the unruly soldiers with a bellowing shout and a burst of sparks. They pulled their spears against their sides and stood at attention. “These prisoners are to be treated with respect. Another breakdown of discipline like that and you'll be answering to the Storm King. Now get back to your stations!” Tempest cast a guarded glance back at Twilight, a fleeting warmth in her eyes, and then she resumed the march.

A scintilla of hope returned. The spirit of the Friendship Festival couldn't be vanquished so easily. Maybe Twilight had planted a seed of doubt in Tempest's heart that might yet flower into something dark and beautiful.