The Band of Loyalty

Rainbow woke up the next morning in a pile of bodies. Neither Applejack nor Daring were bound, and both were snuggled up tightly to her, using her breasts as pillows. Twilight had found them, too, and she had her cheek pressed against Rainbow's thighs. She'd fallen asleep with her lips locked with Rainbow's. She stood up, shifting the girls aside so as not to wake them. She needed to be away from them for a bit right now. A walk through town held the capability to calm her nerves.

As soon as she set foot inside the city limits, she heard a bouncing sound approaching quickly from behind. "Hey, Rainbow Dash!" called Pinkie. "Wait up!"

Rainbow picked up her pace, but Pinkie still managed to catch up. "Now's not a good time, Pinkie. I'm in a really bad mood right now."

"I can tell," agreed Pinkie. "That's what makes this the perfect time. I wanna see that frown turned upside-down!"

Rainbow sighed. "I know you mean well, Pinkie. Really, I do. If my situation weren't so dire, I'd jump at your offer to help calm me down. But right now, I think it's better if I'm alone for a bit. No offense meant."

"No offense taken," giggled Pinkie. "That said, I think you're underestimating me. There's immense healing power in a tall cupcake tower."

A small smirk made its way across Rainbow's face. She hadn't eaten much yesterday or the day before, so she was pretty hungry. Furthermore, Pinkie's words held a certain degree of truth to them. She may have been annoying from time to time, but her heart was always in the right place. "Alright, Pinks. I'll join you for a few cupcakes."

Pinkie clapped her hands with glee. "You won't regret this, Dashie. I promise, I'll make you feel better." She did her routine, making her Pinkie Pie promise, so Rainbow knew for certain that this was unbreakable.

The duo made their way to Sugarcube Corner. The entire way, Pinkie was cracking jokes, most of which were rather corny. Some of them were even about corn. "She said she was having trouble chewing her caramel corn. I guess there was a kernel of truth in her words," she snorted.

Rainbow chuckled a bit. "These jokes are awful, Pinkie." She looked over with a smile. "But you were right. They are making me feel a little better. Even if they are kinda cheesy."

"Hey, if they brought a smile to your face, they're gouda 'nough for me!" With another snort, Pinkie entered the bakery. "Howdy, Mrs. Cake. We need a cupcake tower right away."

Mrs. Cake frowned a bit. "Sorry, Pinkie. Daisy Chain just bought our last one. I can make a fresh one for you, if you like?"

Pinkie waved her hand. "You don't have to trouble yourself with that. With Rainbow's help, we'll have a fresh tower built in a dash."

"Just make sure you clean up when you're done," replied Mr. Cake, carrying two large cake boxes on his back. "I have to make a delivery to Whinnyapolis, so I'll be gone for the next few hours."

Pinkie nodded her head in agreement. "Pinkie 'Responsibility' Pie, at your service."

With a curt nod, Mr. Cake walked out the front door. Pinkie and Rainbow made their way into the kitchen to start in on their collection of confections.

"I'm not the most well-versed when it comes to making cupcakes, Pinkie," Rainbow admitted. "It's not really my cup of tea."

"Making cupcakes is easy," smiled Pinkie. She took a deep breath, inhaling Rainbow's hand in the process, as she'd reached over to cover her mouth.

"Use your words, Pinkie. No songs, please."

Pinkie pouted but nodded anyway. "I'll bring out the stand mixer. Can you reach the flour?" She pointed to the top of a nearby cabinet. Sitting slumped over was a sack of flour.

"I'm on it," nodded Rainbow, flapping her wings. With very little effort, she flew up to the top of the cabinet and grabbed the flour. When she came back, Pinkie was trying to pull something out of the lower cupboards. "Need any help in there, Pinkie?"

"I can't quite reach the mixer," Pinkie admitted. She swished her tail a bit. "Think you can give me a push?"

"I most certainly can," smiled Rainbow, pressing her hands against Pinkie's pudgy rump. With a firm shove, she was pressed deeper into the cupboard.

Pinkie squeaked as she slid forward. "When did you learn to speak in red text, Dashie?"

Rainbow raised her eyebrow. "Red text? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your dialogue turned red," replied Pinkie. "Just look at the subtitles."

"What subtitles?" asked Rainbow. "You're being weird. Stop being weird."

Pinkie shrugged, though there was no way for Rainbow to see it. "If you say so. I have the mixer now. Think you can pull me out?"

"Let's see." Gripping Pinkie's pants by their stretchy waistband, Rainbow gave a quick tug, slipping them, and her panties, down to Pinkie's knees. "It would seem not."

"Hey!" shouted Pinkie. "That's not very nice, Dashie! You've been a real meanie pants ever since your text changed colour. I'm starting to think you might be possessed by some kind of ghost, or something."

Rainbow chuckled. "Well, look who has all the answers. You're almost right. Not a ghost, per se, but rather a demon. An incubus, to be precise. You may refer to me as 'King' from this point forward."

"I will do no such thing!" shouted Pinkie, releasing the mixer and trying to push herself out of the cabinet.

She didn't make it very far before King grabbed her arse and shoved her back in. "I don't think so, my dear. You see, now that you know what I am and what I'm doing, you're a threat to my plans. We can't have you trying to stop me, or telling somepony who might try to stop me. I'm afraid you'll have to be indoctrinated."

Pulling away Rainbow's pants, King slid his cock between Pinkie's jiggly butt cheeks. "It seems you'll be an enjoyable ride, too. I bet your butt bounces beautifully." He wasted little time slipping in and fucking her arse. As expected, there was a lot of spring to her flank. "I love this arse of yours. How did you grow such a plump beauty as this?"

Pinkie said nothing, kicking and pushing as hard as she could, trying to escape her captor, as well as the cupboard. Anything and everything she could do to keep him away from climaxing would be useful.

"I asked you a question, Kinky!" shouted King, slapping her arse. The impact rippled outward, sending a wave of skin up her body.

"My name's not Kinky!" she shouted. "It's Pinkie!" she reached through the next cabinet door, slapping King's flank with a spatula.

King pulled out. "My apologies, Pinkie," he said, shoving both of his thumbs up her arsehole and pulling it into a gape. "I've been in the wrong hole. I was going to give you a stinky pie, but now I think I'll take your pink hole, instead. Far more fitting." He pulled back, shoving his dick into her pussy instead. With every slap of his hips against her fat arse, her whole body rippled. By far, this was the most cushiony lay he'd ever had.

Before long, he'd filled her womb with his seed, and enthralled her. She was his slave now. He heard a commotion from outside the kitchen, and quickly pulled up both of their pants, just in time for Mrs. Cake to come in.

"Everything going alright in here?" she asked.

"Just fine, ma'am," answered King.

"You've barely started on the cupcakes."

King shrugged. "After a short conversation, we changed our minds. Cupcakes are nice, but nothing is better than a cream pie."