The Nightmare Potion

Pinkie’s Potion

Inspired by Sssonic2

Gilda increased her altitude hoping to lower the chances she would be seen. She was getting ready to fly over Ponyvillie, and while she didn’t think she would be greeted with hostility, not being noticed would just make her life easier. Gilda had been moving around a lot since her short stint in Ponyvillie. Essentially, she would bum around at some friend’s place for a while, sleeping on the couch until tempers wore thin and she’d move on to the next friend. Eventually people would calm down, forgive-and-forget and the cycle began again. It wasn’t the most stable lifestyle, but it was what she knew.

Luck seemed to be with her today, everyone in Ponyvillie seemed to be at some farmers market and too busy to pay attention to the sky.

But something caught Gilda’s attention. One dot was moving differently than the others and was on a street all by its lonesome. But then a series of muffled “la la la’s” gave away the answer. Pinkie Pie. Gilda was not one to forget a grudge, and now that Pinkie was alone this might be the perfect time to settle the score. Gilda began to circle as she descended, not wanting to give Pinkie any advanced warning. But before she could get to a good height for the element of surprise, Pinkie ducked into Sugar Cube Corner.

“Damn!” Gilda grunted through her beak, a perfect opportunity had just slipped by. Gilda made a pass to angle back onto her original rout when in Pinkie’s excited ramblings she heard the word “valuable”. Maybe this wasn’t a lost cause just yet. Gilda swooped back and landed on the roof and laid flat. It was a warm enough day that all the windows in the shop and house were open, but Gilda wasn’t able to make out enough of the conversation to find out what the valuable thing was.

“Why don’t you leave it in our room?” asked a motherly voice.

Bingo! That was all Gilda needed to hear. She crept around the side of the roof to try and get an idea of what room was the parents. It would turn out that wasn’t necessary, as a few seconds after that later, Pinkie slammed a door open, bounced into the room and bounced out shutting the door behind her. That made things a lot easier. Gilda dropped down to the windowsill and looked inside. Nothing seemed to stand out as valuable. She slipped in through the window to have a better look. She hadn’t heard any drawers being used so it had to be out in the open. A tented piece of paper with “DO NOT TOUCH!” hastily scrawled on it gave it away. She slunk over to the nightstand to inspect the goods.

Gilda was confused and disappointed with what the note was referring to. It was just a tall jar with a dark red fluid in it. “That’s it?” Gilda blurted out absentmindedly. She quickly realized her mistake and cupped her hand over her beak. Someone might of heard that, and she could now hear the activates of the residents on the floor below.

Not wanting to risk being spotted, she darted to the window and pushed off back into the air, jar in hand. This seemed like a lame way to get back at Pinkie, but a win was a win, right? After all, nothing was stopping Gilda from doing something later.

Once she was back up to a safe altitude Gilda tuned her attention back to the jar. What could the liquid be? Gilda had never been one for investigations and just went with the first idea that popped into her head. It was probably some new kind of drink that Pinkie was making and this was the first success. If that was the case then this would be a good way to get back at her Gilda chucked to herself. She opened the container and downed the contents in a matter of seconds. If it was supposed to be a great drink for ponies Gilda couldn’t tell, it tasted horrible. Pinkie couldn’t do anything right.

Gilda tossed the empty jar over her shoulder, not caring who or what it hit on its way down, and kept flying. Several hours later it became clear that she wasn’t going to make it to her destination by sundown. She slowed down and began to circle, looking for an adequately sized cloud to hole up in for the night. It didn’t take long before she found one and stomped on it hard with both feet to dislodge anything that may have already claimed it. Determining it was empty; she burrowed into it and created a hollow for herself to lie down in. Gilda traveled light and didn’t even own a set of pajamas and just fell asleep in her clothes.

***

Groggily, Gilda opened her eyes; waking up was always the worst part of her day. As she came to she started to notice that something was very different. She wasn’t lying down in a cloud, it almost felt like she was standing. Her eyes still adjusting to the white light, she could make out a figure in front of her.

“Are you awake yet?”

Gilda immediately snapped to. She could recognize that voice anywhere. Pinkie Pie. As Gilda’s eyes focused it was Pinkie.

But, something was off.

Pinkie’s normally wild hair was straight; no frizz, no curls, no waves, nothing. Not only that, her colors all seemed a shade darker. She had on a simple blue and white striped dress rather than her usual ridiculous getup. Her voice was lower and serious, and her grin-not smile, grin-had actual malice in it. “I was wondering how long it would take,” Pinkie followed.

Gilda started to build up the strength to charge and tackle Pinkie but she couldn’t. “What the…” but before she finished she noticed she had a gag in her beak. “What the fuck!” Gilda sputtered around the red rubber ball as she panicky looked around her. Her wrists were cuffed above her head and chained to something on the ceiling; the single bare light bulb in the room didn’t illuminate much. Each ankle had a ball and chain attached to it to keep her from kicking. Each of her wings had a thick leather strap to keep them from opening and the end of her tail was cuffed and chained up by her hands.

“Trussed up like a turkey,” Pinkie chuckled. Gilda didn’t know how but Pinkie actual sounded evil. “This is a little something for picking on my friends,” said Pinkie as she moved towards Gilda. Though the gag, Gilda hurled every insult and swear at Pinkie she could think of. This was Pinkie after all, what was she going to do? Poke her with a hand buzzer? Hit her in the face with a pie? Tickle her?

Out of nowhere, Pinkie suddenly produced a large kitchen knife. Gilda froze on the spot. Now this had become dangerous. “Not so confident now, are we?” Pinkie chuckled, still moving closer. Gilda backed up as much as her restraints would allow. She instinctively stood up straight and pulled her chin to her chest, trying to cover her neck. Gilda had never been so scared, tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.

“Kind of hard to bully when you don’t have your claws or words, huh?” asked Pinkie as she took her final few steps. She slid one finger along the flat side of the blade before holding the knife up to the bottom of Gilda’s short shirt, blade end up. “Now, let’s see what I have to work with.” Gilda was absolutely terrified. Pinkie was about to cut her open like a ripe melon and there was nothing Gilda could do, no one to save her; she couldn’t even scream.

With no effort, Pinkie cut Gilda’s shirt from bottom to the collar, barely ruffling her feathers. Pinkie’s knife had to be impossibly sharp because it went through the shirt like it was air. Even the shirt’s collar, which was the thickest part, didn’t snag. Gilda gasped as Pinkie pulled the knife away; she had expected pain and blood, but there was none. Gilda’s breasts forced the cut open, and the remnants hung on either side.

“Not bad,” commented Pinkie, “A little bigger would be nice, but I like the jewelry,” noting how Gilda had each nipple pierced with a ring. Pinkie used the flat of the blade to lift up one of Gilda’s breasts to get a better look. Gilda was now as confused as she was nervous. She didn’t know if Pinkie considered her a torture subject or a piece of meat on a carving table. Pinkie slid her other hand under Gilda’s other breast to get a better feel for the weight and texture. Gilda gasped, she might have been a tough as nails griffon, but she was still a woman. “Heh,” smiled Pinkie. “That’s a good point. We should see how tender you are.”

Pinkie slid her hand around Gilda’s breast until the nipple was in the center of her palm and gave it a squeeze. Gilda gasped again and pulled her head to one side. “This is bad,” thought Gilda, she was reacting just like Pinkie wanted and she couldn’t stop herself. Pinkie started to move her hand around Gilda’s breast. Gilda closed her eyes and moaned.

Pinkie grinned again, “That’s what I thought, but we should do some more checking.” Pinkie let go and pulled back a step. Leading with the dull edge, she traced a circle on Gilda’s breast with the tip of the knife. The little bit of pain only enhanced the feeling, causing Gilda to clench her eyes shut. “You’re starting to get into this, aren’t you?” grinned Pinkie as she delicately poked Gilda’s hardening nipple with the tip of the knife. Pinkie then rubbed the flat of the blade along Gilda’s other nipple, the cold hard metal sending chills though her body.

“I think this turkey needs a rub-down,” said Pinkie. As she walked behind Gilda, through what must have been some sleight of hand, the knife disappeared. There was a pause for a minute, Pinkie waiting long enough for it to become awkward before putting her chin on Gilda’s shoulder. Gilda looked at her fearfully; still not sure of what was going on. “Just try to relax,” whispered Pinkie sounding more menacing than gentle. Pinkie slid her hands up from the bottom of Gilda’s breasts, sliding her middle fingers into Gilda’s nipple rings, Gilda moaning and squinting as she did. Pinkie then used Gilda’s rings to lift and pull her breasts away from her. Gilda started to squirm as the mixture of pain and pleasure got to her. Pinkie relaxed for a second before pulling on the rings again and repeating the process several times. The teasing was driving Gilda wild, writhing in front of Pinkie and drooling from the corners of her beak.

“Like that?” whispered Pinkie, “Then how’s this?” Pinkie slid her fingers out from the rings. She then grabbed the rings between her thumb and index finger without touching Gilda and twisted them inward towards each other. Gilda’s moaning reached a new pitch. The sensation was like the tugging, but at the same time completely different. Pinkie then let loose with her hands. She massaged Gilda’s breasts in every way imaginable, squeezing and jiggling. Pinkie tugged, turned and flicked Gilda’s nipple rings, with one hand usually doing something completely different than the other.

Gilda didn’t know how long Pinkie was feeling her up; for Gilda, it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Eventually, Pinkie let go and stepped back. Gilda slumped down panting. After giving her a minute to rest, Pinkie chimed back in, “Now that that’s taken care of, now we have to see what the moisture situation is.”

Pinkie grabbed the back of Gilda’s shorts and tugged upwards to get Gilda to stand straight. She then slid her hand around to one side and grabbing the pocket on the opposite side, skillfully pulled them down Gilda’s legs leaving her in just the remains of her shirt and a black thong. After all that fondling Gilda was in no shape to resist. Pinkie let Gilda find her balance again. Although Gilda didn’t know if Pinkie was actually watching her as she slowly moved her feet out of shorts, but she could swear that she could feel her eyes on her back.

“Now let’s get to work,” said Pinkie moving up behind Gilda again. Again, the knife appeared from nowhere. Pinkie hooked where Gilda’s thong teed with her finger. She deftly sliced through the two straps that went around Gilda’s legs; Gilda swore she could feel the air itself being cut by the base of her tail. Gilda instinctively clamped her legs together to keep the now useless garment from falling off but it to no avail, all it did was increase the sensation when Pinkie pulled it out from between her legs.

Pinkie again put her head on Gilda’s shoulder and wrapped one hand around her stomach. Pinkie positioned the knife with the dull edge up and the tip pointing between Gilda’s legs which she still held closed. Gilda gave Pinkie a worried look out of the corner of her eyes which Pinkie met. “Here we go,” whispered Pinkie.

Pinkie slowly slid the knife into the crease of Gilda’s knocked legs. No matter how hard Gilda tried to clamp her thighs together it wouldn’t stop the motion. When the tip was far enough so that it wouldn’t catch any part of Gilda’s anatomy, Pinkie pulled up on the knife as she continued to slide it further between Gilda’s legs. Gilda felt of jolt as the cold of the dull edge touched her clit. Pinkie continued to pull up on the knife. Gilda squirmed and moaned as the edge settled between the lips of her labia and pushed up on her clit.

“Like that, huh?” whispered Pinkie. Gilda didn’t respond but it was obvious she was beaten. Pinkie then began to slide the knife back and forth against Gilda’s pussy. She started out slowly at first picking up speed as Gilda spread her legs and her juices started to lubricate the metal. Just as Gilda was starting to feel comfortable Pinkie altered her rhythm. She started rocking the knife up and down as she continued her strokes. Gilda was now constantly moaning and drooling as Pinkie continued, changing her technique once again. She wiggled the blade side to side, the corners of the dull edge scraping along the sides of Gilda’s clit. Pinkie tortuously made Gilda hold out, simulating her enough to writhe in ecstasy, but not enough to climax.

After keeping her on edge several times over what any decent lover would, Pinkie eventually figured Gilda had had enough. Pinkie combined all three motions into one seamless one at double the pace. Gilda came in seconds; squealing and spitting around the ball-gag, arching her back and thrusting her hips and pussy forward onto the knife.

A very spent Gilda slumped forward, Pinkie, who still had her chin on Gilda’s shoulder, grinning and watched her pant. Pinkie lifted Gilda’s chin so she was facing forward, “Look at that.” Gilda lazily opened her eyes. Pinkie held the knife in front of her face angled so the tip was pointing down at 45 degrees. Gilda’s juices formed little streams that ran down the tip and came off drip by drip. It was just like a horror film, only instead of blood it was her cunny-honey. “You must have really enjoyed it, you little slut.”

Slut...

Gilda closed her eyes. She couldn’t even begin to count the number of times she had been called that. By lovers, by more prim-and-proper ponies and griffons, in the middle of heated fights, even jokingly by friends like Rainbow Dash. But Pinkie was different. Even though Gilda was scared for her life Pinkie was still able to make her come. Pinkie actually made her feel like one.

Again Pinkie backed off, Gilda relaxing as much as the chains would allow. “Time to marinate,” declared Pinkie. Gilda wearily looked back over her shoulder at Pinkie. The knife was gone, replaced by a large pink vibrator. Pinkie stepped back up to Gilda who didn’t even put up a fight as Pinkie pressed the tip up to her labia. Gilda moaned as the shaft slid in, her pussy being so wet that it hardly resisted until the end butted up against her cervix.

With the vibrator firmly in place, Pinkie flipped the “on” switch at its base, Gilda twitching as the device buzzed to life. Pinkie then turned and walked away, the sound of her hoof-steps fading into the distance. Gilda wasn’t sure what to do. For what seemed like hours she switched from trying to be stoic and ignore the feeling, to trying force the vibrator out, to trying to climax when it slipped into a new position. What made things more difficult was that the vibrator didn’t stick to one setting. It pulsed and then would hold steady at some given level without any rhyme or reason in the intensity or duration.

After a tortuous age, Gilda finally manage to wiggle and squeeze the vibrator out, hitting the floor with a plasticky “clack”. As Gilda finally caught her breath Pinkie walked back up behind her and picked up the vibrator. Gilda looked up as Pinkie walked around and stopped in front of her. Pinkie held up the wet toy, “You want this inside you?” she asked. Gilda hung her head and gave a weak nod a few seconds later. “Alright, you can have it in,” answered Pinkie. Gilda stood up as Pinkie reached between her legs and slowly started to slide the vibrator back into her. Pinkie then flashed an evil smile, “All the way in.” Pinkie plunged the vibrator deep into Gilda’s pussy, Gilda’s eyes shot wide as she felt the pain as it was pushed through her cervix.

***

Gilda almost fell out of her cloud as she thrashed around. Once she finally realized where she was she calmed down. In the middle of catching her breath she stopped and held it in. She had just noticed that her hands were buried deep in the cloud above her head, not restraining her by any means, but definitely impairing her movement. She definitely didn’t sleep in that posture. “If my hands are like that, then…” she thought as she pulled her hands out of the cloud. One hand grabbed her breast, feeling her hard nipple though her shirt and the other slid down her shorts finding her pussy drenched.

Gilda thought back to the liquid she had stolen from Pinkie earlier. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be some treat; but rather a drug meant to cause wet dreams. Gilda smiled, “Maybe Pinkie did something right after all.”

Writer’s note:

I would like to apologize for the exceptionally long delay between chapters. It is no fault but my own and I would like to thank you for sticking with me.

I have more ideas for Big Mac as well as an idea for another story based on the final chapter of this story which will hopefully be coming shortly. I have also been mauling over an one-shot that takes place during, but is unrelated to Big Mac’s Seduction.

Thank you again for your patients.