Sweet Submission

A minute passed, and nothing happened.

Two. Still nothing

Three. Nothing.

Four, five, six, seven…

Anon tapped the countertop nervously, eyeing the front door to Sugarcube Corner, waiting for the inevitable arrival of his greatest trial.

Eight, nine, ten…

His mind began to drift, thoughts and worries mingling into his lustful determination to conquer this oncoming challenge. He had no way of knowing how Pinkie Pie would react, if she knew he knew she’d come for him, or if any of this would actually work. Each of the Elements were going to be a gargantuan task to claim, but starting with Pinkie Pie was a risk and then some.

The tenth minute of waiting felt like it lingered for hours, as he frequently eyed the clock, seeing the steady yet slow tick of its wand inch closer and closer to cycling in the next minute. The silence of the shop was uncanny and unfamiliar, being he always associated it with chatting customers, clamoring fillies, and the all too familiar laugh of Pinkie Pie.

And then he heard that laugh.

Faint, yet clearly behind the door, his eyes widened as he saw it creak open slowly. His entire body braced, he clenched his fists nervously, and he watched in panicked anticipation as the door slowly creaked open. In a flash, it was pushed all the way in, swinging open entirely and allowing the bright light of Celestia’s sun to sweep over the shop’s interior.

And there she was.

Giggling to herself, looking back out into the town and waving over her shoulder at Lyra Heartstrings, Pinkie Pie adorned a wide smile. She quickly called out towards the mint colored unicorn, saying she’d make sure to have a grand party planned for something, before turning back towards the shop and pausing.

Anon could’ve sworn he saw her eye twitch ever so slightly, along with her smile wavering by the smallest amount. She stared at him, not a word or peep escaping her lips as she gazed at him with her cerulean eyes. Anon gulped, tapping his finger against the counter further, finding himself averting his gaze slightly out of sheer fear of the earth pony.

In a flash, Pinkie Pie perked up, her smile widened and she bounced towards him. “Nonny! It’s so nice to see you!”

Anon’s eyes went wide, taken aback by the unexpected greeting from the mare. “W-wait wha - I…I mean, hey! It’s nice to see you, Pinkie!” He cringed at his awkward slip up, his mind scattered in different directions as he tried to wrap his finger around why she was being so friendly. “H-how was your - ahem - trip?”

Pinkie paused her bouncing, stopping just short of him as she beamed up at him. “It was fun, lots to talk to you about~”

A chill ran up Anon’s spine as he could nearly feel how her voice dripped with deeply hidden malice, but he had to try and remain calm. “Oh? That’s…erm…great! What about?”

“Firstly,” she started, propping her forelegs onto the counter and looking around. “Mrs. Cake and Mayor Mare ran into me on my way here. They said they had some super duper important work to get done, so they left the shop being attended by somepony.” She giggled, eyeing him. “Or I guess someone! Is there anypony else around?”

“Nah, it’s just me - wha?!”

Before he could finish his response or even react, he felt the collar of his shirt tug him forward as Pinkie surged forward and gripped onto him. Staring daggers into his eyes, her smile had swiftly morphed into a suspicious grimace. Putting his hands up innocently, he looked back at her as his heart beat faster and faster.

“Super!~” she chimed, her face remaining stern. “We need to talk.”

Anon gulped, wholly expecting this reaction yet still feeling unprepared. There were very few times he had seen Pinkie be so menacing, let alone keeping her tone and face so serious. Blinking wildly, shaken to his very core from the meager gesture, he found himself flying back to just giving up and giving in.

Pinkie let go of his face, turning away and gesturing towards one of the tables. “Why don’t you sit.”

As he always did, his eyes darted straight towards her rump. Two massive, soft cheeks laid upon her romp, her balloon cutie makes highlighting her balloon butt wondrously. She might have been even thicker than Mrs. Cake, which seemed nearly impossible. Plump, juicy thighs lay right below her flanks, thick and soft - the perfect size to just press his face into. With how she was standing, with her hind legs partially parted, he could even catch a glimpse of her large, ample bosoms, hanging below her in tantalizing fashion.

His libido skyrocketed as he drank in her features. Sure, if things went wrong he’d probably be spending a few years on the moon, but if they went right…

He’d have the Pinkie Pie as his obedient, eager slave. Plowing that balloon butt nonstop and making it bounce on his lap over and over. Making her tits sway, her pussy drip, and her body quake - it’d be worth the risk. He could picture that chained heart in place of her cutie mark, and the hearts filling her eyes with endless obedience.

Her words were more a command than a question, so he quickly rose up, went around the counter, and walked towards the seating area of the sweet shop. He knew what was going to come, but the promise of making her his next slut was all the encouragement he needed to press on. Pulling a chair back, he sat down in it and rested his arms on the table, watching Pinkie Pie do the same.

She raised a brow at him, pouting her lips. “What did you do, Anon.”

A brief chill ran up his spine upon hearing her call him Anon, something she never did, but he quickly shoved the feeling aside and replied. “Pardon?”

“Anon, I know you broke a promise!” she retorted, scrunching her muzzle and eyeing him. “A Pinkie Promise! Nopony breaks a Pinkie Promise!”

Adorning his mediocre acting facade, Anon raised his hands innocently and smiled at the mare. “Okay, okay! You got me, I might’ve done an iiiity biiiity amount of lying~”

“That isn’t an itty bitty lie!” Pinkie shot back, slamming her hoof onto the table. “It’s a super, duper big, no fun, really mean kind of lie! You can’t do those!”

He shook his hands, chuckling to himself. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

She scowled, furrowing her brow. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Anon -“

“But I’m already working on making it up, promise!” he chuckled, throwing her a toothy grin after cutting her off.

“No!” She shook her head, glaring at him. “Your promises don’t count until you tell me what you did!” She rose up a bit, glowering down at him. “And I will find out!” She huffed hot air from her nostrils, staring daggers into him. “Better yet, I’ll make you Pinkie Promise you’re telling me the truth about the Pinkie Promise you broke! So if you’re lying about it, I’ll know right away cause of my Pinkie Sense!”

Anon raised a brow, trying to process the sheer amount of ‘Pinkie’ he just heard. Still, he grasped what she meant. Even if he tried to lie about the truth, having Starlight or Sunset simply agree with him that he’s being truthful about the promise he broke to them, she’d have made him Pinkie Promise he was being honest - meaning, no matter what, the cycle would continue until he did fess up exactly what he did. With that option gone as soon as it arrived in his head, he knew he had to come through on his own.

He shrunk back in his seat, looking up at the terrifying visage of the usually bubbly party pony. “N-now hang on! Rather than annoying me to death or…worse…I figured we could have some…fun?”

Pinkie’s menacing demeanor shifted at the mention of her favorite word, her ears twitching as she raised a brow curiously. “Fun?” She shook her head. “Anon! Nothing about this is fun!”

Anon rolled his eyes, twirling his finger in the air. “Really? You don’t smell it?”

Perplexed, yet compelled by the possibility of a fun time, Pinkie turned her muzzle upwards and sniffed at the air. She was met with a concoction of aromas, ranging from fruity to fresh. The familiar scent of frosting wafted into her sinuses, alongside a blend of raspberry, lemon, mint, and more - all wrapped up with earthy and spicy elements to them. She knew those aromas, all associated with her absolute favorite treats, but there was another blend mixed in. Though she couldn’t put a hoof on it, there was an amorous element to the entire thing, sending a subtle heat to her loins.

Still, the scent of the sweets was what drew her attention most, as she perked up and a smile split her muzzle. “Is that…are those…” She jumped up, bouncing over towards the table and surveying the plethora of delectable delights sprawled across it. “It is! All my favorites! Oh! Oh! Sweet Lemon Cream Deluxe?! Oooooh! Raspberry Twist Tarts?! Oh my gosh! An entire tray of Mint Mocha Muffins?! Wow! There’s more too! These are all my favorites!”

Anon chuckled to himself, watching her bouncing up and down with excitement, making her generous flanks jiggle with each motion. He knew she had no idea she was so generously clapping her lovely cheeks like that for him, but he certainly didn’t mind. So far, he had managed to keep his cool, and with every bit of her assets she showed off to him, his libido grew and his confidence furthered.

She paused, halting her excited jumping and glancing over her shoulder, glaring at him. “Wait a minute…” She turned, pointing a hoof at him. “What’re you up to, Nonny?”

He smirked, seeing her return to the nickname he was familiar with, as he rose up and gestured towards the table. “Listen, I know you’d be upset with me, and I feel really bad about it.” He walked over to her, picking up a cupcake and raising it. “So I figured I’d make it up to you, and let you have some fun getting the truth out of me.”

Her intimidating demeanor had melted away, her excitement for something unique and fun conquering her anger - mostly. “Ooooh?~ Sounds interesting!” She shook her head, furrowing her brow at him. “But you better not try and lie anymore, Nonny! You don’t wanna know what happened to the last pony that did that!”

Anon gulped, sweat beading down his brow. “D-Did you hurt them?”

“What? No!” Pinkie retorted, looking at him bewildered. “I did something waaaay worse!”

“Like what?” he questioned, an inkling of worry cracking against his armor of confidence.

She smirked, throwing him a wicked grin. “I didn’t invite him to my next party~”

Anon’s expression dropped into a deadpan one, as he rolled his eyes and fought the urge to facepalm. As terrifying as she was when she was mad, Pinkie was still mostly incapable of hurting anypony - even if she could with relative ease. It was true to his case too, but he didn’t fear the idea of the kind of punishment she’d come up with, but rather her ability to force the truth out of him, which in turn would lead to the other ponies striking justice down upon him.

“Right, right. Listen, no more lies from me, I swear!” he replied, rubbing the back of his head. “I had Mrs. Cake teach me how to make all your favorite treats, y’know , to welcome you back home and start off my apology to you.”

She glanced over all the sweets before her, smiling a bit before looking him up and down. “And when it comes to getting you to fess up what you did?”

“Hehe,” he awkwardly laughed, feeling the fiery intent in her voice. “I figured why not play a game to get the truth out of me?”

Pinkie turned to face him, pressing a hoof into his chest and rolling her eyes. “Nonny, I’d get an answer out of you regardless. Nopony can keep a Pinkie Promise hidden from me!”

Anon thought to himself, trying to weave together some kind of challenge that would involve getting her to eat a bunch of those sweets. Thinking to himself for a moment, he swiftly found his answer. It was straightforward, easy, and would solely focus on her actually eating the goods.

“I know, I know!” he quickly replied, looking down at her. “But wouldn’t it be more fun to get the answer from me through an eating contest rather than bugging me till I break?”

Her eyes lit up with excitement, she looked between him and the desserts, and beamed. “Oooooh! That sounds super duper fun! Way more fun than what I usually have to do! I mean one time I had to stalk this stallion for two whole weeks! Just asking him over and over and over and over and over and over…”

Anon tuned her out, shaking his head and laughing lightly. Thank Celestia she was as gullible as could be, making the entire process far easier than he could imagine. He knew she could out eat him, but, seeing how just a bite of one of the cupcakes sent Lightning Dust through the throes of pleasure, he figured one or two of them would be enough to do Pinkie Pie in.

Smacking his hands together, he waved his hand before him in a presenting manner. “Sounds like it’s game on then! Why don’t you take the first turn?”

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie giggled, turning and surveying the collection of sweets. “Just know I’m the reigning food champion here in Ponyville, so I’ll be getting that little truth out of you reeeeeeal fast!”

Anon simply shrugged in response, watching her somehow bend her mane to scoop up one of the trays. Almost like she was straight out of a cartoon, she threw three muffins into the air. Watching them float for just a moment, gravity took hold as they fell straight into her maw. He had to fight back a wicked grin as he watched her chew the treats, awaiting their effects to take hold.

Hearing her swallow, he patiently waited. She blinked for a moment, and he witnessed her tail begin to twitch, likely eager to flag itself from the overwhelming sensations beginning to course through her. He felt giddy, barely able to contain himself for her inevitable lustful cries.

A couple seconds passed.

Her tail fidgeted a bit more, showing the enchanted delights were doing something.

More seconds passed, as she brought a hoof to her chin and smiled.

“Wow! Those felt really…weird? But they tasted totally amazing!” She slid the tray over towards him, giggling. “Okay, Nonny, your turn! Try not to lose too fast!”

Anon’s smirk dropped, a knot formed in his chest, and he looked on in utter shock. Three. Three whole entire pieces of the collection of enchanted goods had been eaten by the mare, and the most she gave in terms of a reaction was twitching tail. Lightning Dust had taken a mere bite and had nearly passed out from the pleasure, and here was Pinkie Pie eating a whopping three mega-magic-loaded muffins like it was nothing. Her voice was clear as crystal, not even a blush broke her muzzle, and she seemed like she wasn’t even the slightest bit aroused.

“Ahem,” she continued, clearing her throat. “If you’re giving up already,” she poked his chest with a hoof giggling, “then fess up.”

Her menacing tone at the end of her remake snapped him out of his daze, as he blinked wildly and looked around. He knew his slaves had told him the Elements have incredible latent magic resistance, being they’re the guardians of harmony, but this was beyond even his worst expectations. Pinching the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath, he rolled his shoulders and glared at the collection of confections.

Game on.

He hadn’t eaten all day, he tuckered himself out from the copious amount of fucking he did earlier in the day, and he was absolutely famished. All he had to do was last until she finally began to crack, and then he’d be able to swoop in. He knew she could basically eat infinitely, so it was his stomach versus her resistance.

Scooping up three of the enchanted muffins, he scoffed them down, pouring a glass of milk and taking a few sips after the fact. Giving a satisfied “ah”, he slammed the glass down and glowered at her.

“Not gonna be that easy~”

Pinkie giggled, waggling her eyebrows at him, before picking up a cupcake. “You knew I’m going to get an answer out of you whether I win or lose, but did you really wanna make it fun for little ole me?”

“Course~” he chided, watching her chow down on the cupcake, her tail soon fidgeting even more. “Though I haven’t eaten all day yet!”

“Heh~” she remarked, the faintest signs of a blush forming on her muzzle as the magic took effect on her. “Neither have I!”

That blush was all Anon needed to see to have his confidence soar. Grabbing a cupcake himself, he tossed it up into the air and let it fall into his mouth. Chewing it carefully, he glared down at Pinkie Pie, watching her tail begin to flick subtly. He swallowed the treat, licking his lips as he savored its sweet flavor, before pointing at Pinkie.

“C’mon, one at a time? How're you gonna start with three and then go to one? Maybe you don’t want to know what I did…” he teased, waggling his eyebrow at her.

She puffed her cheeks out, snatching a tray. “You’re telling me either way, Nonny!” She laid out five more cupcakes, smirking over at him. “But I am the bestest sweet eater in Ponyville! I’ll win this silly competition, make you tell me what you did, and then I’ll ensure you apologize to them!”

Anon watched as she lunged forward, hastily biting into and eating up the raspberry cupcakes she had laid out before here. Nervously, he gulped, until he watched her body react from her efforts.

Her tail nearly flagged itself fully, her blush deepened intensely, and she gnawed her lip, shaking her head as she gathered her bearings. “S-see! Easy!”

She scrunched her muzzle, feeling a torrent of thoughts beginning to flow into her mind. She had felt a bit of a tingling sensation from the first three, the next cupcake had given her something akin to a light heat in her nethers, and now, following those next five, she felt effects similar to an oncoming heat within her. Her mind raced, unsure how or why she was feeling such a way, but she wouldn’t let it hinder her. Early heat or not, she’d win this and get him to answer - the fun, not driving him insane with her pestering, way.

He could make this heat go away~

Her eyes went wide, as that sudden, unexpected thought crossed the forefront of her mind. Biting her lip, she trailed her attention downwards for a moment, eyeing his groin, before she scoffed and looked away.

Whatever is in these cupcakes sure is a doozie…

His nerves quelled a bit, as he began to deduce what was happening. The spell’s effects seemed to work exponentially, rather than cumulatively. Each time she ate one of the muffins, the effects on her body multiplied in turn - at least that’s what he figured. Going off this hunch, seeing she was already getting worked up, he shakily set up five of his own treats.

True, she was starting to crack, but he also had severely underestimated just how filling these treats were. He could’ve sworn he could eat plenty more, but maybe the latent magic within the snacks made them a fair bit more filling. Hesitantly, he grabbed the first cupcake, gulped it down, and moved onto the next. Then the next, and the next, until finally he had downed all five. Taking another sip of milk, he furrowed his brow.

Yeah, definitely not going to last all too long.

Rubbing the back of his head, he eyed the array of goods. “Alright, how about we step it up again?”

“A-again?” Pinkie shakily replied, biting her lip as she looked over the table.

I…I should be able to eat way, way, way more than this! But…I don’t know why but they’re making me all warm and fuzzy.

She bit her lip, the confections now coming across as a portion more menacing than before.

It’s okay, even if they make me feel like this he can fuck the heat right out of me.

She let out an audible gasp, recoiling a bit as she shook her head. Her mind raced, as she glanced over at Anon with sheer confusion coursing through her being. She couldn’t pinpoint it, but she suddenly felt a wave of lustful thoughts directed towards him, gulping as she eyed the human up and down.

Anon watched her blush deepen, pretending to not take notice of her staring at him. Still, he was perplexed to see things go so smoothly suddenly. Drifting his eyes around the room, he froze as he caught a glimpse of something from afar. Floating through the room, albeit extraordinarily faint, was a light, ray of pink magic, funneling from…

He squinted, eyeing the far window of the shop, taking notice of something standing at it - or rather someone. He couldn’t make it out, but whoever was there was doing somethingto Pinkie Pie, as their magic was steadily coursing around the earth pony faintly.

Who the…

He took a step forward, a mixture of worry and curiosity consuming his being, but with his motion, he seemingly alerted his spectator. Perking up for a moment, sending one last burst of magic towards Pinkie Pie, the figure pulled away and out of sight, leaving Anon to wonder.

His mind warped into a frenzy of thoughts. Who was that? Did they see what he did to the other mares? What were they doing to Pinkie Pie? If they saw him, were they going to rat him out? Maybe they only saw him and Pinkie just eating? But again, what was that magic?

“A-alright, Nonny,” Pinkie croaked, snapping him out of his thoughts. “We can step it up one more time, but that’s it. I don’t think y-you can keep up with me.”

Anon raised a brow, suspicion filling his being. In truth, he expected Pinkie’s resistance to be much greater than this, but an inkling of an idea wormed its way into his head. That figure…whatever magic they had been using, could it be playing a role in all of this?

Shaking his head, somehow managing to quell his anxiety over his sudden visitor, he nodded his head and threw Pinkie Pie a shining grin. “After you~”

He glanced back at the window, noting the figure hadn’t returned. As much as he wanted to pursue whomever that was, and with even his gut telling him to do so, he had a task at hand. A wonderfully, amorous task, as he smelt the sweet cotton candy aroma of Pinkie Pie’s arousal begin to fill the air. His hunch was only furthered, as Pinkie’s lust seemed far more noticeable after that anonymous pony’s magic.

Pinkie’s tail began to twitch intensely, as she felt her marehood wink with desire. Once again, this time without even doing anything, her sensitivity had skyrocketed and her lust rose with it. She felt the faintest inkling of magic dancing over her body, but with only Anon present that was simply impossible. She hadn’t a clue what could be causing this, but she had to hold on. Laying out another set of cupcakes, she nervously eyed each one.

Her feelings began to shift, as her lust and desire welled up within her. Something was making her crave the goods now, her mind associating her pleasure with the tasty treats, and even when she tried to convince herself that wasn’t the case - her body ushered her forward. Licking her lips, her nervous glare shifted into one of need.

Just a few more and you’ll be his!

She didn’t turn the thought away, picking up one and scoffing it down hastily.

Master’s treat is the best one of all.

She winced, her mind beginning to forget why she even came here to confront Anon. She was too focused on the pleasures and sensations accosting her, as the first sweet’s effects washed over her. Far more intense, far more impactful, and far more tantalizing.

The more you have, the closer you’ll get to becoming his.

She ate another, licking her lips as the tasty treat met her taste buds. Her tail flagged itself, her legs quivered below her, and she felt her marehood winking with lust.

“Maybe try one more~” Anon cooed, taking clear notice of her rapid decline.

His words resounded in her mind, as Pinkie Pie looked between him and the treats.

It’s a command, you obey your Master.

She shook her head, the parts of her mind uncorrupted by the dark magic creeping into her attempting to fend off the desires deep within her. The latent portions of magic within her as an Element took hold, pressing against the dark forces the enchanted food was instilling into her.

The heat within her was swelling, growing more and more intense with every passing moment. It had eclipsed any estrus she had experienced a few minutes ago as is, but it still intensified without relent with each minute that passed. Her body yearned to be sated, and though she knew it was wrong, she was beginning to find Anon as a very ideal suitor to quell said needs.

He is the best one to help. He owns you. You’re meant to use your body to satisfy him.

Pinkie stomped her hoof, shaking her head again as her mind raced. The effects within her had increased to near unbearable levels - even for her. It was as if her sensitivity had been upped tenfold. The room around her spun, her mind wading in a haze of lust and logic alike whilst she stared down another delectable treat.

He commanded it. Obey.

As if her body had a mind of its own, it obeyed the instructive thought within her. Reaching out, she picked up a muffin, brought it to her lips, and bit into it.

It rocked her to her core.

The cravings and outright desire to feel more pleasure exploded to the surface as its effects took hold on her, and in an instant the remaining bits of muffin were dutifully scoffed down by her. The euphoric surge of pleasure through her nerves from the act sent her mind reeling, the defenses her body had as an element crumbling piece by piece as the dark magic became all the more powerful.

The amount of magic flowing within her was enough to enslave any normal pony a dozen times over, yet she still remained in a purgatory between free will and obedience. Her mind raced, her body ached, her juices cascaded down her thighs, and she had entirely forgotten about the reason she came to confront Anon.

Now she was craving something much different from him.

Shakily, turning her head to the side, she glanced at him. “O-okay…it’s your turn now -“

Her eyes went wide, her jaw nearly dropped to the floor, and her tail flagged itself happily and fully, as she looked on in awe at the presentation before her. In the brief moment she had been lost in her thoughts, she had forgotten he was right beside her - yet he had taken full advantage of that fact. Stripped from his clothes, with his manhood hard and at the ready, was Anon. A smirk spread itself across his countenance, with him towering over her aroused form with ease.

The sweetest treat is submission.

His confident mug, his throbbing cock, his toned body, his sheer size, and the fact that her instincts were going a million lustful miles a minute sent her into a frenzy of thoughts.

Serve him.

No! You need to remember the Pinkie Pro-

Serve him.

Something’s going on! Something was in those -

Obey him.

You can’t! It’s forbidden! Celestia said -

Obey him.

Every one of her logical thoughts were swiftly cut down by an invasive, warped one. She couldn’t think clearly, her mind on the path to submission as her body had essentially already done. She licked her lips, gazing upon his figure as her sound reason was nearly entirely purged from her. She could see his face, see the sheer pure confidence within his smile, and nearly swooned at the sight of it.

Anon, in reality, was having a minor heart attack.

It was a gamble, a massive, irresponsible, risky, unwise, poorly thought out gamble. He had noticed her immense arousal, and, after seeing her take in a very fair volume of the enchanted goods, he decided to risk it all - plus, even though he knew she could eat far more of the sweets, especially noticing how her demeanor towards them had shifted from hesitation to seemingly desire, a far better idea struck him.

So many things could go wrong with this act. She could go off at him right then and there, she could run out of Sugarcube Corner and tell her friends, she could scream and alert the townsfolk, she could do so many things in response to his nude showcase. Anon was left standing there, nervous sweat beading down his form as he watched her simply stare at him. Seconds felt like hours, his breath heavy as his nerves began to take hold.

“You’re…big,” she mumbled, fixating on his cock. “And it looks…tasty…”

But so many things could go right as well.

“Really, really, super, duper tasty…”

And it was going right.

A shaky gasp left Anon’s lips, his body filling with relief upon hearing her words. Though she hadn’t submitted to him entirely, she had essentially entered the point of no return. The dark magic had corrupted her to the point where she craved him and his body, which meant all that was left was to finish her off. However, she was still an Element of Harmony, and he could tell she was clearly resisting whether she knew she was or not.

He made his move, feeling his legs shaking below him as he walked. He had nearly passed out from his nerves alone, and his body was struggling to recuperate. Still, he managed, taking the few steps needed to find some of the whipped cream topping on of the tarts Starlight and Sunset enchanted. Knowing the cream had been filled with magic, feeling his finger tingle lightly with its arcane influence, he carefully lowered his digit and put a bit of the sweet topping upon the length of his cock.

Turning towards Pinkie, he presented his cock mere inches before her muzzle. Her blush exploded into a deep shade of crimson, an audible gush of her lustful juices dripped from her cunt, she licked her lips, eyeing both the whipped cream and his manhood, and he saw her sniffing the air, biting her lip as a result from his aroma assaulting her sinuses.

“Why not sample it then?” he cooed, waggling his hips and swaying his cock before her.

Her mind was an utter whirlwind. Her determination to find out what he did, her lust, her worry about Celestia’s demands, and her overall confusion concocted into a blend of emotions and sensations that made even her mind run wild.

Clean it.

She gnawed her lip, finding her muzzle drifting ever closer to his cock as the thought crossed her mind.

Serve it.

She shook her head, trying to dismiss the flow of corrupted thoughts assailing her as her body moved with a mind of its own. The frosting on top tempted her as is, her body now associating the sugary topping with the pleasure she was feeling, but now her carnal instincts were encouraging her even more.

She was still a scant few inches away from his cock, but she soon made a ruinous error - she took a long, deep breath through her nose. In an instant, her sinuses were flooded with his natural scent and the frosting he had put on the top of his cock. Earthy met sweet, the scent of a proper male encouraging her lust alongside the delectable aroma the frosting provided.

Worship it.

She didn’t reject the thought - rather she embraced it. Driven by a force of lust she never could’ve imagined, she parted her lips and drifted towards his cock. She craned her head downwards, slipping her tongue out of her maw and dragging it up the underside of his cock. The salty flavor it provided didn’t deter her - rather it encouraged her even more.

Her marehood winked wantonly, her logic was clouded by lust, and she couldn’t think past the concept of simply sampling what he had to offer. Celestia’s warnings, her determination to figure out his lies, and the competition they had been having didn’t matter in the moment. Coasting her tongue along his shaft, her hot breaths playing over its length, she reached his tip as her eyes shimmered with lust.

She suckled on it, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as she glanced up at him. She couldn’t fathom how or why she had been driven so insane with bestial desire, but she couldn’t help but admire the stud before her. Anon’s cock was the perfect size, and he reeked of domination, something she surprisingly found made her marehood ache all the more.

She moved her muzzle downwards, taking him slowly into her mouth, as she finally reached the frosting he slathered over the top with. Sweet mixed with salty, and yet another explosion of desire pulsed through her entire being. Losing herself to her lust, she dove down, engulfing his entire cock and allowing it to slip down her throat. She handled it with ease, not even flinching as his impressive length filled her gullet, and soon began routinely bobbing her head up and down.

It felt so good to do this, it felt right. His taste, scent - everything about him. She found herself utterly enthralled by her actions, moaning around his cock as she shut her eyes tight and basked in the moment. The world around her felt like it melted away, as she felt something akin to a small climax run through her body. Her tempo increased, now slurping hungrily on his member, desperate and eager for more.

Anon was at an absolute loss for words. Her Element of Harmony status had been incredibly impressive when it came to resisting the lustful effects of the spellbook’s magic, but it seemed even she could be overtaken by her needs eventually. She sucked his cock with absolute expertise, pleasuring every last nerve in his rod, making his knees shake as he threw his head back in a deep moan. Her deepthroating fell into a steady rhythm, causing his mind to enter the gates of nirvana - yet the task at hand brought him back to reality.

Reaching down, he stroked her mane, before grabbing the back of it and halting her motions. She raised a confused brow at him, pulling her head back as he tugged her hair, gasping as she released his cock with a wet pop.

“Nnngh ~ W-what?” she stammered, scrunching her muzzle. She moaned, her tongue hanging out as she focused on his groin. “I don’t know - haaa - why but it’s just s-so good!”

Anon stroked himself, his member lubed with saliva. Taking his free hand, he reached over towards the table and scooped a bit more frosting onto his index finger. Smiling down at her, he leveled his finger with her lips, and pressed against them.

It didn’t take long for her to understand what he was going for, as she parted her lips and began to suckle on his finger sensually. Moaning around it, the dark magic taking further effect as she took in more, she swirled her tongue around it and glanced up at him.

“So, this game fun so far?~” he condescendingly teased, pulling his finger out of her mouth.

Panting, saliva connected her tongue to his hand, Pinkie shakily responded. “S-super fun…”

“You know what would make it even more fun?” he teased in a sultry tone.

Pinkie shivered from head to hoof from his words, the tone and delivery of them sending her marish instincts into overdrive. Sweat beaded down her forehead, her heat becoming too much for her to bear.

Gulping, she questioned him. “M-more fun?”

“Mhm~” he replied, caressing her cheek. “Wanna guess what it is?”

“I…I don’t…” Her blush deepened, her muzzle a shade of crimson as he stared right into her eyes with his own. “I have no idea…”

He glowered at her, licking his lips. “Me actually fucking that plump, pink pussy of yours, Pinkie~”

Her breath halted in her throat, her eyes went wide as dinner plates, her pupils shrunk to pinpricks, and her body shuddered with ecstatic excitement from his words. Her marehood seized upon itself, clenching desperately at the empty air, as she shakily looked away from his eyes, and towards his crotch.

That thick, throbbing manhood, lathered in her own saliva, glistened in the light of the sweet shop in a display of unbearable temptation. She knew it was wrong, she knew what Celestia had told her and everypony else, but by the stars did she need this. Every thought in her mind began to revolve around him - around his cock. Her body demanded to be sated, and her mind encouraged it all the more.

The Pinkie Promise, the competition, and her reservations all seemed to fade into the background of her thoughts, as her lust truthfully did conquer her logic entirely. The carnal cravings of her marish instincts took the helm, and they steered her into the gallows of lustful bliss. Biting her lip, eyes quivering as she gazed upon his glorious rod, she caved.

Upon shaky legs, she trotted over towards one of the tables. With a tinge of hesitation, as if some deep part of her was trying to hold her back, she slowly raised her forehead and placed them on top of it. Scrunching her muzzle, she took a deep breath, and looked back at Anon. With her flank facing him, she flagged her tail, revealing her dripping, winking snatch, and her wondrously presented ponut.

“T-That sounds really fun~” she cooed, lustfully looking over at him.

Anon froze, taken aback by the wondrous presentation before him. Her demeanor had shifted rapidly, going from carefree, to partially worked up, and now to a somewhat seductive one. He was so used to seeing her being bubbly and upbeat that seeing her in such a sultry manner was as erotic as it was unfamiliar. Still, he didn’t dwell on the thought for long, as he drifted his eyes downwards and eyed the show before him.

Two shapely, fat flanks were beautifully displayed before him. The balloon pattern of her cutie marks contrasted beautifully with her curvaceous cheeks, creating a horribly tempting sight. Easily rivaling Mayor Mare and Mrs.Cake, Pinkie’s rump was truthfully stupendous. Though the wondrous sights didn’t stop there, as he drew his attention between her balloon butt and gazed upon her perfect nethers.

Her winking cunt was the stuff of wet dreams. Eager for dick, with a fair amount of her lustful juices dripping down it, her pussy seized upon the empty air as it desperately craved his cock. He could catch occasional glimpses of her rosy inner walls, as her snatch partially gaped itself with each wink. Her clit stood enticingly at the edge of her inner folds, sensitive and simply dying to be pounded against. Laying just above it, her asshole. That pucker of hers pulsed with desire, hungering to be ravished by a cock just as badly as her marehood was.

Utterly enthralled by her presented form, a devious thought entered Anon’s mind. Sure, he could fuck her senseless right away, pummeling her relentlessly for being so unintentionally resistant, but that’d sour his fun. He knew once he finished her off the anxiety he felt from his unknown visitor would come rocketing back, so the longer he could mask it with lust, the better.

“Shake it,” he demanded, stroking his cock lightly.

Pinkie’s eyes went wide, as she nervously looked back at him. “W-what, Nonny?”

“I know for sure that you’re aware of just how fat that juicy ass of yours is,” he continued, walking closer to her. “So if you want me to fuck you, then make it bounce by yourself before it bounces on my dick.”

Pinkie hesitated for a moment, the latent parts of her reason trying to reach her. The shameful display would be something even she found embarrassing, and even though her pussy winked at the thought of it, her reasonable mind tried to reach out to her - the keyword being tried

As she bit her lip with hesitation, a strong, forceful thought pushed into her.

Obey. You were given a command. Fulfill it to earn Master’s cock.

Her eyes glossed over for a fraction of a second, and before she knew it, whether she wanted to or not, her body obeyed the unwelcome, ridiculous thought. The spell wove deep within her, as hearts took shape in her eyes, yet her cutie mark remained unchanged - at least for now. Bracing her hind legs, she began to sway her hips and bounce her rump up and down, soon sending out the wondrous sound of her flanks smacking together. Her pussy’s marish juices dribbled freely, as she jiggled her ass in a near hypnotic motion. She couldn’t fathom what truthfully compelled her to suddenly fulfill his request, but the best reasoning she could give was that her heat simply urged her onwards. She felt something deep within her mind surge forward, her expression morphing into a seductive, sultry one, as she glanced back at him and cooed.

“This really is fun~”

Anon’s cock throbbed as he watched on. Her cheeks bounced perfectly, showing off the sheer amount of plump, juicy goodness her flanks had to offer. Her eyes perplexed him, containing the hearts of obedience yet her free will was still intact. Perhaps it was due to just how much magic was in her, or maybe it was just Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie. Regardless, finding himself struggling to resist his carnal hunger, he closed the distance between them, coming up right behind her. Licking his lips, drinking in the sights, smells, and sounds accosting him, he grabbed her tail and held it up. She gave a surprised gasp before moaning, as he slapped his cock right between her flanks and started to grind against her.

Pinkie’s blush deepened, her eyes fluttering as the warmth of his member met her. Her motions furthered, her tempo increasing in tune with her rapidly rising desire. His shaft slid along her sensitive backdoor and her drooling lower lips, taunting and teasing her with every motion she made. The feeling of him looming over her, as his cock rested between her cheeks, nearly made her swoon, yet she remained steadfast as she continued to grind herself on him.

“T-This is really fun~” she mumbled between hot breaths. “B-But can you fuck me now - ahn!”

Her plea was met with a hard, yet pleasurable, smack on her ass. The tinge of pain sent a current through her body, mixing with her lust to further her degenerate needs. Her tongue lolled out, as she continued twerking on his cock, her ass bouncing with her uniform motions.

Anon bit his lip, finding his restraint fading. “Yknow, I never would’ve thought you’d be such a slut, Pinks.”

“W-Wha?!” she blurted out, glancing over her shoulder at him. “This…this is just because it’s f-fun! That’s all”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “You know what you’re doing here, Pinkie, and you know why you’re doing it.” He smacked her ass again, snickering as she yelped at his strike. “Stop shaking your ass and admit it.”

She scrunched her muzzle, stopping her eager shaking and eyeing him nervously. “Admit w-what? That…that this is a fun game - nnnngh~”

Her question was met with his touch, as he grabbed her flanks with each hand and kneaded her plump flesh. Her ass was like a pillow, giving into the pressure of his hand as he felt up her soft, fat cheeks. He lightly smacked each side, watching them ripple with his lustful strikes, perfectly showcasing just how thick her own cake was.

“Admit that to you’re a slut who wants me to dick you down,” he replied, his voice dripping with domination. “Then I’ll give you the ‘fun’ you so desperately need~”

He knew she’d be happily calling herself that and more soon enough as his slave, but the idea of her saying it now, with her free will, albeit clouded, still intact was all the more arousing. Seeing this side of Pinkie, knowing full well he was on course to enslave an Element of Harmony, and the one of Laughter at that - it made him downright giddy with excitement. He wanted to savor every moment of his potential conquest, with it marking the greatest victory yet for him.

Pinkie’s body shivered, the dire need to quell the fire in her loins ruining her composure. His request was something beyond her typical antics. Sure, she had gotten a bit naughty with a stallion or two in the past, typically after a very eventful party, but she’d never gone through such degrading actions. Still, the idea of him fucking her was arousing beyond compare, and it did seem genuinely fun to her. Logically, she shouldn’t be doing anything akin to this, but with her having gone so far as is, there was no point in looking back.

She grinded against his groin gently, as she eyed him lustfully. “I’m…I’m a slut.” She bit her lip, feeling his tip tease her entrance as she raised her ass. “And I need you to dick me down.”

Her words were a symphony to Anon’s ears, and he finally caved to his own desires. Leaning forward, pressing his crotch against her rump, he slammed his hands down on the table on each side of her. Looming over her entirely, he shifted his hips, lining his cock up with her winking depths.

Pinkie looked straight up, completely enthralled by the sheer sense of domination he was exuding. Leaning her head back, she stared directly into his eyes. “Nonny, please ~ I need you to - Ahhhn!”

With immense force, Anon thrusted into her depths, sundering her response with carnal fury. Upon his intrusion, he stared right back down at her, watching her face morph in an instant. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and a sea of unbecoming moans escaped her lips, as he began to rhymically thrust into her.

Her walls had instantly clenched down onto his cock, caressing and massaging every nerve on it. Her soaked state made sliding into her velvety depths all the more sensual, her juices trailing down his member and onto his cum-filled nuts with each passing second. With each thrust into her, she howled with bliss, far from the usual bubbly noises she’d often make. Each meeting of their bodies gave a loud, wet slap, her ass jiggling from the powerful plunges into her.

The thoughts in her head intensified by a magnitude. Each time his cock filled her depths, the corrupt ideas in her got more detailed and vivid. She was a soaking mess below him, utterly consumed by her pleasure and mind. Visions of her serving him in all kinds of ways, be it riding him, sucking his cock, letting him fuck her asshole, cowgirl, and more and more. All so vivid, all so potent.

And she was beginning to like them - a lot.

This is your purpose. This is the best feeling you can have.

The spell began to weave the final threads of itself within her, as Anon continued to fuck her relentlessly. The resistances her body had as an Element of Harmony being overtaken by the immense volume of dark magic coursing within her. Her senses were being overwhelmed by both magic and lust combined, blurring her grasp on reality with a veil of primal delight.

The most fun is being used.

She shuddered, her eyes fluttering as the thought met her. Being reduced to an object of pleasure was something she never would’ve considered in her entire life, but, as he filled her walls to the brim with his meaty shaft, the idea of it became more and more appealing.

On and on they went, rutting like two primal beasts, the sounds of their carnal embrace filling the empty shop. Anon wrapped an arm around her torso, pulling her back into his chest. Her front half was raised slightly off the table, as she rested the back of her head against the crook of his neck. Moans consistently flowed from her mouth, as her panting continued steadily. The strength he had to offer, his size over her, the way he was using her with ease - it was becoming far too much to bear.

Once you cum, it’ll all be so clear.

She giggled to herself, her mind shattering from the bliss coursing through her. A dumb smile spread across her countenance, sweat beading down her form.

Cumming is very fun.

Her smile furthered, giggling again as she felt her depths convulsing around his cock. A climax was brewing within her, and her mind was a whirlwind of thought as it steadily approached.

Anon lowered his head, leveling it with her shoulder, as he groaned with pleasure. Her vice-like grip on his cock was unbeatable, and it was sending him towards an orgasm at an alarming rate. Gritting his teeth, knowing he had to give his all to finish her off properly, his mind raced with thought. He was going to dominate her, utterly destroying her free will with the most powerful climax of her life, and he knew just how to do it.

His mind was awash in a sea of instinctual desire, but he pulled together enough of his composure to control himself. Gradually, he began to slow his motions, the sound and sight of Pinkie’s ass wondrously bouncing lessening. Her meek cries of pleasure grew less frequent, as she began throwing her ass back into him to compensate for the loss of satisfaction. Though her efforts would only prove fruitful for a brief stint, as Anon grabbed both of her cheeks and slowly pulled his hips back.

Sinking his hands into her fat rump, he winced and pulled his dick out of her depths with a wet schlick. Her walls clenched down on him with ferocity, determined and desperate to not let him go. Finally, with an audible pop, he pulled his member out of her depths. The sensation of him leaving her led Pinkie to give a whimper, her marehood winking angrily at the void it now had within it.

“W-why - nnngh - why did you stop?!” she blurted out, looking back at him.

He glared at her, staring dominant daggers into her, as he growled with primal intent. “Get on your back.”

Pinkie raised a brow at him, unsure of his sudden request, though, as she went to question it, her mind raced again.

Obey.

And obey she did. Without hesitating for another moment, she shakily adjusted herself on the table. Managing to hop up onto it, she rolled onto her back, before staring back at him with lust-addled eyes. Putting on a whorish display, driven by desire and corruption alike, she parted her legs and presented herself to him again. With one hoof she reached down and spread her soaked cunt, using the free one to knead one of her hefty tits.

Anon licked his lips, knowing full well what he was going to do to her next. Looming over her again, he wrapped an arm around her hind leg, using his free hand to nudge away her hoof and begin grabbing her tits herself. Her bosoms were a hefty pair, a portion smaller than Mrs. Cake’s, yet still quite large. Though, he’d indulge himself in her breasts another day.

Right now he was set to dominate her. In both body and mind.

In a swift motion he released her tits and pulled her hind legs up, locking them between his arms, as he lowered his torso, folding her partially. Positioning her into a mating press, he guided his cock to her salivating cunt, glaring down at her with lustful intent.

“You know, you caused me a lot of stress lately,” he cooed, watching as her eyes shimmered with magic, the spell set to ruin her. “It’ll be fun to break you.”

She blinked wildly, his odd wording pulling her from her lust and throwing her off. “B-break me? What…what do you mean?”

He leaned down, whispering into her ear. “Trust me, it’ll be better if I show, rather than tell.” He rose up, pressing his cock against her winking pussy more, his tip beginning to slide into her. “Slave.”

“Slave?! What are you talking about A-Anoooooon!!!” she cried out, taking off guard as he suddenly plunged into her with immense force, locking her in a mating press and pummeling her cunt.

Her pleasure was a measure greater than before, as his cock caressed her ref gspot and his tip kissed her womb. Every last inch of her marehood was filled, nerves sending ecstatic pulses of pleasure through her very being. She threw her head back, utterly powerless below him, and savored every second of his carnal onslaught.

You’re meant to be dominated.

Her smile returned, her eyes rolling back as she howled with pleasure. It sounded right, it felt right, and she was beginning to question her denial of such pleasures in the past. Royal orders or not - his cock was worth defying Celestia.

It’s worth submitting to.

She wasn’t entirely sure what her mind meant by that, but she did give a giggle in response. Whatever it was implying, if it meant feeling pleasure like this more often - she’d do it. Still locked in the mating press, she groaned deeply as his nuts slammed against her ponut, taunting the eager hole as her cunt was besieged with bliss. She was paralyzed below him, all too consumed by the sensations overwhelming her, and she basked in the sheer domination he had over her.

You’re meant to be a slave.

The word slave made her marehood seize down upon his cock with vigor. Never in her life had the thought or term of being a slave aroused her, but now it sounded a measure more enticing than anything she could think of. She felt the need to submit to him, to yield to his every whim and allow herself to obey.

A sex slave.

Her mind clung to the thought, her body shuddering intensely at the clarification. The desires brewing within her were impossible to ignore, and the idea of existing for the purpose of his pleasure, in turn getting to feel the bliss his cock gave her, sounded really, really, really fun.

Anon grunted above her, sweat dripping down his form as he set to ruin her. His pistoning length slammed against her womb, reaching the deepest depths of her cunt - filling every last inch with pleasure. Her marehood gripped and caressed his cock wonderfully, and, accompanied by the erotic sound of him slamming into her, he was beginning to grow ever closer to his peak.

The last week had built up to this - actually fucking an Element of Harmony. Starlight, Mayor Mare, Lightning Dust, and the others all played crucial roles building up to this, and though he thought he was going to fail at first, he now was beyond confident he’d reward each of his slaves wondrously for the group effort they made. His fear and anxiety morphed into determination and will, his cock the weapon for which he showcased the change with. Every thrust he made had intent, each slap of his nuts against her asshole reminding him of the countless pleasure Pinkie would provide him, and the mare’s whorish moans below him encouraging him to sunder her free will permanently.

And so, he continued pummeling her pussy with everything he had. The typically bubbly party pony became just like the others before they were enslaved - moaning, blissful messes of lust. It drove him wild, his uncertainty eradicated as he felt her body begin to quiver as her breathing quickened. The signs were clear, she was on the cusp of a climax, and, knowing what would result from it, it drove Anon moments from the brink himself.

Pinkie wavered in and out of reality, the onslaught of pleasure becoming too much for her weakened mind to bear. She felt herself tensing up, the feeling she had early of a climax building up now far more intense. Her eyelids fluttered, her blush was deep, and her face warped into an expression of lustful craze.

Cum and give in.

She instinctively clenched down on his cock harder, desperate to be filled and claimed properly. It was a sudden desire, but one she now welcomed.

Cum and submit.

Deep down something told her to resist, but its cries were drowned out in the sea of euphoria she was awash in. She giggled again, feeling her orgasm moments away.

It’ll be fun to be a slave.

She began to tense up, feeling his cock throbbing in her depths. She heard his heavy breaths, felt his erratic, rapid thrusting increase in tempo, and saw how he held her deeper into his mating press. She knew he was close, and she needed to feel him fill her.

“Pinkie~”

Her ear twitched, hearing him call out to her. Barely able to recognize his voice over her own moans, she stumbled out her words shakily. “What - ahn - what, Mas - er - Nonny?”

He chuckled, pulling back nearly entirely, leaving only his tip within her walls. “No, no, Master is right.”

That deep part of her saying to ignore her corrupted thoughts crawled to the surface for a moment, spurring her to question him. “W-wait…what do - nnngh -you mean?!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see in a moment~” he cooed, glaring down at her. “After I fill you to the brim with my cum.”

Pinkie’s eyes went wide as her body lit up with heat, the prospect of having her insides bathed with his seed speaking to her instincts. She attempted to press her question, that last remnant of her logic, of her goal to find out the promise he broke, driving her forward, yet she was never given the chance.

In one powerful, titanic final thrust, Anon plunged his cock into her with every ounce of force he had. Her thighs jiggled, her ass clapped, and his nuts pressed against her backdoor as he gave her everything he had left in him.

Pinkie threw her head back, her eyes rolled up, and her tongue hung out of her maw, as she was struck with the most pleasurable blow she had ever felt - yet that was only the beginning of her final fall. As she heard him deeply groan, pressing into her further, it finally happened.

Rope after rope of molten, rich seed shot into her depths. Her walls were coated in his essence, her womb filled to the brim with cum. The sheer volume of his load pushed her depths to their limit, but it proved all too much for the party pony to handle. The remaining parts of her sound mind cried out again, eager to hold onto sanity, but one thought spoke above them all.

Cum for your Master.

With a wild, loud howl of bliss, she did exactly that. Her body seized up, her cunt gripped his cock like a vice as it coaxed every drop of seed out of him, and she felt her nerves exploding with a pleasure so intense it felt like lightning surging through her very being. The world around her faded away, the only thing mattering to her in that moment being Anon and cum filling her depths. Magic danced on her form, before a noticeable hue wrapped around her head, driving itself into her mind as she rode out her orgasm.

Thoughts, goals, and dreams faded into the darkness as new priorities met her. Parties, her friend, and more of course mattered to her, but now, as her mind shattering orgasm rocked her to her very core, one thing mattered most - Anon.

She shuddered intensely, her very being warping through the spell’s influence, the dark magic finishing off her sense of self. She had forgotten why she came here. She was confused as to why she was ever upset with him. He was perfect, he was all that mattered, he was the most fun creature in the world, but most importantly…

He was her Master.

Her mind finally caved entirely, the faint vestiges of her logic overtaken and corrupted like the rest of her being, and with it came the appropriate changes. Her cutie marks danced with color, the iconic balloons on her flanks shifting in place, fading into nothingness as a new purpose in life took shape. Gone were those colorful balloons that represented parties and fun being her biggest dedication in life, her new, true, dedication appearing in their stead. A heart, circled by chains, the mark of her new purpose.

She had become a slave.

A chorus of groans escaped her lips, as her life changing orgasm ran through every inch of her body. She felt his cock still pumping hot cum into her depths, elongating her personal nirvana further. She was utterly dominated, which brought a smile to her face. A slave deserved to be claimed, and a mating press was the perfect way to begin her true path in life.

Anon grunted heavily, his legs shaking as he unloaded into Pinkie. She milked every drop of his essence out of him, draining his nuts as he reached the end of his climax. Finally, after what felt like a small eternity, the final spurt of his seed spurted into her depths. Her stomach bulged a portion, the sheer volume of baby batter filling her stuck within her as his member sealed it within.

Sweat dripped down both their bodies, as they both stood still, panting with exhaustion from the intense sensations they both experienced. Slowly, and gingerly, Anon shifted his body, moving back and gradually slipping his cock out of her. Inch bit he pulled out was met with heavy resistance, her cunt clenching down on him with force, desperate to not lose the feeling of him within her. With an audible pop, his dick slipped from her cunt, allowing a sea of his seed to gush out of her gaped depths. Her marehood still wantonly winked, cum dripping down her nethers and coating her asshole, dock, tail, and the table she rested on in cum.

Anon wiped sweat off his brow, watching Pinkie’s leg twitch as she remained in place. Apart from the rise and fall of her chest and the movements her mouth made as she was panting, she was essentially entirely still.

“So this is what you’ve been doing,” she suddenly called out, causing Anon to jump. “This isn’t allowed, Anon.”

His eyes went wide, hearing her tone of voice and the way she referred to him, causing him to take a step back. “Wait…how…how are you -“

She scoffed, cutting him off. “Just wait until all my friends hear about this,” she giggled, letting her legs rest back down. “You’re in for it now.”

Anon’s heart began to race, as his mind spun with worry. She had cum ~ right? He took another step back, fear rising in his depths. She resisted it, somehow, and he was absolutely done for -

“Hehehe!” Pinkie continued, kicking her legs up into the air as she laughed heartily. She whirled around, cum spilling from her pussy as she managed to sit up right. Her eyes were shut, as she brought a hoof to her lips and continued to snicker. “You’re so silly!”

He raised a brow, wholly confused by the situation at hand. “P-Pardon?” He finally got a clear view of the sides of her flanks, seeing her warped cutie marks. “You…you should be -“

Another hearty laugh escaped Pinkie, as she wiped a tear from her eye and tried to calm herself. “I’m just pulling a joke on you!” She controlled her breathing, finally opening her eyes, revealing the hearts of pure obedience that rested within them. She winked at him, sticking her tongue out playfully.

“Master~”