Fun With Wallflower

by WojakWriter

Rating: mature
Tags: Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Sad, Fetish, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Wallflower Blush, Human
Length: 2633

Anonymous and Wallflower have a fun date

Anon is Wallflower Blush’s only friend, and he decides to take her out on a small date. What could go wrong? It’s not like she can say no, not if she wants to keep her only friend.

Rated M and has a sex tag, but doesn’t have any sex. Sexual themes and actions yes, actual sex no.

Mainly meant to be a short sad story, not a porn story. If you wanted to get your rocks off, I’m sorry.
WARNING: Contains sexual themes (kinda obvious ain’t it?, exhibitionism, manipulation, and a toxic relationship.

Another greentext rewrite from my archives. From an abuse thread. Yay?

Do yourself a favor and leave a dislike and move on. It’s not worth the time to read this.

Also don’t get used to this type of writing, this is probably a one-and-done type of deal.

Published 2023-01-25 08:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-01-25 08:10:00 UTC

The Fun Day

Walking through the doors of Sugarcube Corner, you and Wallflower sat down, picking up your menus.

Wallflower shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Remember the rules, wallflower. Break them, and we’re never going to talk again.”

Wallflower gave a silent nod.

Pinkie trotted out from the back.

"Oh, hey there Anon! Welcome back to Sugarcube Corner! It's always super-great to see you here! So, what can I get you?"

Pinkie Pie is as exuberant as ever.

You smiled and put down your menu.

"Oh, I don't know. Everything here is good. Why don't you surprise me?"

Pinkie's eyes light up.

"Oh, a surprise eh? How about a super-hot-fudge-extra-rainbow sundae with caramel and cookie sprinkles with sugar-coated-suzy-cream-cheese-deluxe-cake-batter surprise sauce...."

She drones on, yammering inauspiciously about some insane pastry. It sounded like diabetes-fuel but you liked the sheer enthusiasm she displayed about it.

You smile and cut her off gently.

"Yes, Pinkie, that sounds delicious. But since you told me everything about it it's not technically a surprise."

Her eyes widened in astonishment.

“You're right Nonny!! I'm going to have to change the cake-sprinkles to neon-pink sugar-caramelized hot fudge!"

She looks from side to side to make sure nopony is listening, then leans in and whispers confidentially.

"...but don't tell anypony. It's a surprise!"

You smiled indulgently at her and she darts off into the kitchen.

"Oh, and I'll have..."

You glanced over to the other seat at the table.

The green pony raises her hoof slightly to place her order, but Pinkie has already left.

She trailed off and stared dejectedly down at the menu.

You smiled at her.

"I'm sorry Wallflower, did you want to order something too?"

Her neck is still angled down at the table, but she lifts her eyes slightly to meet your gaze.

"Oh, um, well, yes, I was kind of hoping to get this..."

She points at an item on the menu with her hoof.

You glanced casually down at the menu.

It shows some kind of special birthday cupcake that comes with your name written in frosting.

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and her face reddens slightly.

"Yeah, it's...uh....it's my birthday today."

You reached over and give her a playful scratch behind the ears.

"Don't worry, we'll tell her when she comes back."

You hear furtive whispers, and glance around.

You turn to look and see a table full of mares looking in your direction.

You smile and wave, and they all immediately blush and look away.

You could hear them whispering and giggling to each other.

The only part of their conversation you can make out is "I can't believe Anon eats here!"

You smiled to yourself.

Everyone is so nice here. And as the only human in town you've become kind of a local celebrity.

"ah....AAH!"

Oh right.

You glanced back at Wallflower, and she notices you looking and reddens, shifting uncomfortably in her chair.

"Something the matter, Wallflower?" you asked politely.

She shifts again

You can hear a slight buzzing coming from underneath her seat.

"It's just...uh..."

Her blush deepens.

"Any chance I could...uh...you know..."

You pretended not to know what she's talking about and continue to stare politely at her, a slight grin starting to grow.

"...any chance I could..."

She finally glances up and meets your gaze.

"...take them out...?"

You frown, and she looks quickly back down at the table.

"Wallflower, you know the rules."

She slumps down into her chair, appearing to almost physically shrink.

"...yes."

“And what are the rules?"

She slumps further into her chair. She's blushing so hard her green coat almost turns red. A few strands of her shaggy green mane droops down, covering her eyes, hiding them from you.

You reached forward and brushed them aside. Her eyes look up dejectedly at you.

"Well, go on. What are the rules?" you repeat

"...if I take them out you won't be my friend anymore."

You smiled and scratched her behind the ears again.

"That's right."

After her little ‘outburst’ you decided she needs a little reminder, so you reached into your pocket.

The little remote control has two dials, one for each device. The speeds can be synced with each other.

Right now, you've got it on a pulse setting, with the one in her anus and the one in her vagina pulsing at alternating intervals.

Twilight makes some pretty weird stuff on her free time. She was a freaky pony, and while she was a good friend, you were scared to be around her when she got into one of her ‘moods.’

With a slight shudder at the thought, you twisted both dials and increased the speed.

"AAAH!"

Wallflower cries out, and instantly covers her mouth with both hooves. She glances around the dining room, absolutely mortified at her inability to stay quiet.

But of course, nobody notices her.

You smiled, and turned the dials again.

The buzzing noise from under her seat increases, and she shifts around uncomfortably again.

She tries to stifle it, but eventually she lets out a soft groan.

You smiled and ruffled her mane.

"You like that, don't you, Wallflower?"

She simply stares at the table.

"...yes." She says meekly.

You could hear something trotting up from behind you.

"Oh hey Anon, your surprise is ready! Sorry, we're all out of industrial-carmelized-pudding-sauce, so I took butter-cream-soaked-cookie-batter and fused it with powered-pancake-donut-sprinkles. Hope that's okay!"

Turning, you looked at the gigantic sugar-coated monstrosity the pink pony sets down in front of you.

Back home this would give you a heart attack in seconds, but somehow in this world you can eat stuff like this daily and not even gain weight.

You smiled indulgently and gave the pink pony an affectionate pat on the head.

“This looks wonderful, thank you."

She beams with pride.

"Well, enjoy your treat, Anon!"

She turns to go, and Wallflower clears her throat.

You glanced in her direction, and then turned back to Pinkie.

"Wait, Pinkie."

The pink pony returns to the table, an inquisitive look on her face.

You gestured towards the green pony seated across from you.

"My ‘friend’ here would like to order something, too."

Pinkie blinks in confusion.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't notice you there. Did you just come in?"

"I've been here the whole time," mutters Wallflower, shifting uncomfortably.

Pinkie's ears prick up as she seems to notice a slight buzzing sound.

"I think there's a fly in here..." she says distractedly, glancing around.

She turns to go.

"Uh, Pinkie?"

She stops and looks back at you, a puzzled expression on her face.

You gestured towards Wallflower again.

Pinkie blinks, and then suddenly remembers.

"Oh, that's right! I'm sorry. Did you want to order something?"

"Yes, please."

Wallflower points to the birthday cupcake on the menu.

Pinkie's eyes light up when she sees what she's pointing at.

"Ooooh! Is it somepony's birthday today?"

Wallflower smiles prettily and reddens a little.

She nods.

There was an uncomfortable silence as Pinkie continues to stare at her with a giant smile on her face.

Slightly losing her smile, Pinkie asks a question.

"Whose is it?" she finally asks.

Wallflower's smile fades at this.

She stares back down at the table.

"Mine," she says quietly.

Pinkie blinks, looking around.

“There's that fly again..." she mutters, her eyes darting about, trying to find the source of the buzzing

You stifled a laugh, and turned the dials in your pocket a little.

Wallflower groans softly.

Pinkie shrugs.

“Well, be sure to tell them Happy Birthday for me!" she says cheerfully, and turns to go

You cleared your throat, and Pinkie turns.

For a second she looks confused, and then she notices Wallflower again.

"Oh, that's right. What did you want to order again?"

Wallflower points at the birthday cupcake on the menu.

Pinkie glances at where she's pointing.

"Oh! Well, that's our super-special birthday surprise cupcake! It comes with the birthday pony's name written in frosting! What's the name of the lucky birthday pony?"

Wallflower shifts uncomfortably again.

Pinkie's eyes dart suspiciously about, searching for the ‘fly.’

"Wallflower Blush."

Pinkie blinks and looks back.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Wallflower Blush. The cupcake is for me. My name is Wallflower Blush."

Pinkie blinks, and then a second later she comprehends.

"Oooh, okay! Sorry, I'm just distracted trying to find this fly...."

She returns her attention to the task at hand.

“I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new in town? Welcome to Ponyville!"

Wallflower stares at the table.

"I’ve lived here my whole life," she mutters

"Really?"

Pinkie's face scrunches up as she searches her memories.

"Do you live in East Ponyville? I'm not sure I've seen you around before..."

“We went to school together."

Pinkie stares blankly.

"We sat next to each other."

Pinkie stares blankly.

"I was your lab partner in botany."

Pinkie stares blankly.

A minute later, she shrugs.

"Sorry, I guess I'm drawing a blanky-blank. Anyway, I'll be right back with your cupcake. What was the name again?"

“Wallflower Blush."

"Oh, that's right! Be back in a jiffy!"

She trots away, singing happily to herself.

"Who says 'back in a jiffy' in this day and age?" you mused aloud.

Then you heard a sharp, hissing intake of breath. You turned to see Wallflower grinding her pelvis uncomfortably against the seat.

She wanted release. Too bad.

There was no way you were touching her.

You smiled pleasantly at her.

"Are you having a fun birthday, my dear?"

Her eyes dart up angrily at that.

"You didn't even know it was my birthday..." she mutters.

You frowned harshly at that.

"You've got kind of an attitude today. If you keep that up I'm going to start thinking we're not going to be friends anymore."

Her eyes widened as an expression of unfathomable terror comes over her face.

You were the only person who could even remember her. If you abandoned her, then she’d truly have nothing left.

"No..." she mutters, reaching a hoof out toward you. "I'm sorry, I'm just...AAAH!"

As she leans forward, the vibrator inside her shifts and touches a sweet spot.

Her entire body convulses from the sensation. Her eyes squeeze shut and she throws her head back.

"AAAAAH!"

Several ponies turn around and glanced at your table.

A thick, musky smell fills the air as Wallflower's juices erupt all over her seat.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

She cries out again, even louder this time.

The entire restaurant is looking at her now.

Her body shakes and quivers.

Her orgasm causes her to lose control of her body, and you hear a loud patter as her piss squirts out and pools on the floor.

Several of the mares who were whispering before wrinkled their noses in disgust.

They begin whispering again.

"...who is she..."

"...never seen her before..."

"...she's really gross..."

"aahahaahahahahahaaaaa...."

Wallflower is still groaning. She looks like she's about to fall out of the chair, so you grabbed her still-outstretched hoof to steady her.

Her entire body is quaking.

"aah!"

She gives one last, final groan, and seems to regain consciousness.

She looks around.

Literally every single eye in Sugarcube Corner is turned toward her. The room was dead silent, except for a conspicuous buzzing sound that could probably be heard from Canterlot.

Wallflower turns a deep crimson.

Bon-Bon, who was in the process of giving Pinkie her order before the commotion started, clears her throat.

"I'll have what she's hav--wait a minute. Who is she, anyway?"

She turns to Lyra, who shrugs.

"Never seen her before."

Murmurs begin to circulate through the room, most of them concerning the identity of the mystery mare sitting with Anon.

Wallflower shrinks down into her seat.

"...can we go please?"

She stares up at you. Her tear-filled eyes are pleading with you.

You smiled indulgently and stroked her hoof.

"Don't you want to wait for your birthday cupcake?"

She slowly shakes her head.

Sparkling tears fly from her eyes and splash into the love-puddle she made on the floor.

"...n-no. Please, Anon. I just want to go home."

You give her mane a reassuring tussle.

"Of course, Wallflower. Let's go home."

You stand up, but she remains seated

You glance downward, frowning.

She glances at you, then looks down again.

"...um...can you...um..."

She trails off, but you pretended you don't know what she's talking about.

You stared pleasantly at her, forcing her to finish that sentence. It was always fun to see her beg.

Only thing she was really useful for anyways.

"...can you shut it off please?" she mumbles finally.

You tussled her mane again.

"No, dear, you know the rules."

"o-okay."

She stands to leave. The eyes of everypony in Sugarcube Corner are on her as the two of you leave the restaurant.

Wallflower walks with an uncomfortable gait, a conspicuous buzzing sound following her out the door.

You both could hear faint murmurs of disgust fading away as the two of you exit.

They were already forgetting all about poor little Wallflower.

You’d have to ‘punish’ her when you got back home.

Her behavior wasn’t the best today, and she needed to be reminded of her place. Maybe a beating or two was in order.

The little bell tingles as the door swings shut.

The next hours held countless opportunities to degrade her even further.

And she wouldn’t do a thing to stop you.

As much as she hated it all, she would never dare say anything bad about you. You were all she had. And she knew it. If you left, then nobody would remember her.

Not even Luna could see her dreams.

Several hours later

The sun is dipping below the horizon

Pinkie grabs the "open" sign in her mouth and flips it around to "closed.”

She nudges the lock with her nose, and begins to clean up for the day.

At one table, she notices a sour smell wafting up.

She frowns, leaning in closer.

"Hey, this chair is all wet..."

She sniffs, and her nose immediately wrinkles. She knows what it is, she's just confused as to how it got there.

Wasn't this the table that Anon was sitting at?

"...but I'm positive there wasn't anypony sitting in this chair..."

She sniffs again.

Yep, definitely smells like pee-pee. Pee-pee and you-know-what.

Naughty juices. From a mare.

“Was Anon doing the hanky-pony-panky with somepony while I wasn't looking?" she muses.

After a bit of thought, Pinkie made up her mind.

“No, Anon wouldn't do that. Not at Sugarcube Corner. He's waaaaaay too nice to do something like that!"

She shrugs, and trots off to get something to clean it up with.

On the way through the kitchen, she pauses.

There's a cupcake sitting on the counter. The frosting has gotten all hard, it looks like it's been sitting there for hours.

She frowns, leaning in to look at it. It's a birthday cupcake.

She doesn't remember making any of these today.

Then again, she was pretty busy, she might have just forgotten. Today had been an unusually hectic day after all.

Her brow wrinkles as she reads the writing on the icing. It's definitely her writing.

“Hmm, maybe I just made it and forgot! Maybe they didn't want it because I got the name wrong. There sure isn't anypony in town with a name like that! I know everypony in Ponyville, and this isn’t one of them!”

She shrugs, and trots merrily away, singing to herself.

A short while later, she closes the shop up for good.

in the kitchen, a last ray of fading sunlight falls upon a forgotten cupcake on the counter.

The hardened icing has begun to crumble, but the letters can still be read.

“Happy Birthday, Wallflower!"

Author's Note

Fucking oof. Hope you all enjoyed “Fun With Wallflower”