Whimsical Misadventures CYOAby Beautiful MythsChaptersPonyvilleSugar Cube CornerEverfree ForestP.SC.P.1P.SC.P.1.A.1P.SC.P.1.BP.SC.P.2P.SC.P.2.A.1P.SC.P.2.A.2P.EF.Z.1P.SC.P.1.AAuthor's NotesP.SC.P.2.APonyvilleWhat a little town, filled with little ponies. Where are we going to visit today? Sugar Cube Corner Twilight's Castle Carousel Boutique Everfree Forest Canterlot Castle Sugar Cube CornerThe aroma of decadent desserts dances throughout the bakery as a post-rush hour calm falls into place. The afternoon sun tickles the grass just outside the window as somepony can be seen inside. Who is it? Pinkie Pie Ms. Cake Somepony else? Everfree ForestThe creaks and groans of this ancient, magical forest are not hostile only to those who know the way. Beneath the leaves, a stray sunbeam snakes through the forest canopy and lands upon... Zecora Fluttershy? Trixie? P.SC.P.1A typical busy day in the bakery, Pinkie is working on a batch of experimental cupcakes when the doorbell jingles. She turns her head and finds... The cutie Mark Crusaders, yay! Fusion Maud and Boulder, body swap Derpy, muffin queen. Vore absorption 'Oh, just the wind." Pinkie shrugged before adding a just a dash of concentrated baking soda to her raspberry vinegar cupcakes when the batter exploded. When the dust settled, Pinkie had become... A ghost! A spooky ghost! A living gooey blob of cupcake batter A puff of air. Turns out it was a clone! P.SC.P.1.A.1Adoring the rather large flank of the ultimate cutie mark crusader was a rather flushed mare, spinning around a... "Is that a stripper pole!?" She squeaked. Her wings flapped awkwardly as she turned in a circle, like a dog unsure of how tails work. Finally, she lit her horn and pulled a shiny pan from behind the counter to look at her reflection. "So, what, we're good at spinning in circles, that's kinda... lame..." Her head started to fuzz over with thoughts of loud music, flashing lights and a strong musk that was hard to place. She fell back on her haunches, hoof to her head as a strange giggle came from deep within her. "Oh, that' sounds like fun!" She clumsily stood up, wobbling on legs that must have felt like stilts in comparison to a foal. She turned and started out the door. The sun was heading for the horizon as the mare made her way to a seedier part of town. Her stilted walk changed to a normal pace, to a slight sway to a full on swagger. In the bronze light of autumn's evening, her defined curves and plump rump caught the quite a few stallions, and even more mares as she passed. A lovely mare with a red mane and a crimson bouquet of flowers approached the mare on crusade and stammered. "H-hi! These are for you!" She held them out as they pranced passed. Nimbly, a single rose is plucked and added to their glorious mane. "I'm--" A moment passed as they considered, "--Sweet Crisp. Princess of the dance!" With allure and presence, she continued on, but not before curling their mane around the flower mare's neck with a flick. As Sweet Crisp left, the sound of a mare's whinny was followed by a pony falling to the ground. Cocky grin ready, she continued onwards. The Seedy Shack was an out of the establishment, shaped like a rotting apple, that boasted strong cider, good food and quality service. As Sweet Crisp pushed pulled open the door, the sun seemed to flee from the powerful atmosphere. Pounding music, rolling fog, cheering voices and the clink of voices all combined into an intoxicating feeling that had Sweet Crisp's cutie mark vibrating like a map quest. She looked about as entered, a stage at the far side immediately snaring her attention. Sliding down a mounted pole was strangely familiar yellow pegasus, though she was wearing a veil of sorts, and tight leather obscuring her cutie mark as it adhered to her fine features. Their eyes locked as the music began to die down and Sweet Crisp approached the stage. The mare didn't speak, but offered a hoof up and Sweet Crisp accepted with a grin. From above, a bright spotlight illuminated them as Sweet Crisp took hold of the bar, and the mare that was definitely not Fluttershy flapped backstage, her crinkling with mirth. "Ready or not! Here we go!" The ultimate crusader bounced her hips as upbeat music started, her hooves caressing the bar with intimate abandon. Swish-swish went her long, cream-colored tail as spun in a long, slow circle. Stallions and mares whistled and cheered from cushions or stools, or just standing up to get closer. With a flap and a twist, she turned upside-down, her wings keeping aloft as she spread her hind legs and ground herself hard against the bar. The crown of ponies lost their minds, throwing bits and intimate suggestions at her. She giggled, grinning as clearly drunk stallion approached the front of the stage. He reached up as she spun, and then smacked her flank with a resounding thwack. What happens next: Sweet Crisp gives the stallion some extra service? She freaks and runs off stage. P.SC.P.1.B"Well, that's anticlimactic." On their nice, plump rump was the same cutie mark they'd had, though it was also adorned with each of their emblems rather than just one. Shrugging, they left the bakery, caramel twists in hoof. "I wonder where Pinkie went?" The girls tapped their chin. "She always says something about plot and needing to fill holes." Another shrug, and they were off to find Sweetie's coltfriend, Button Mash. The box of baked goods bounced along her bountiful backside as Button's house came into view. The front door was still wide open as they had left it. The grown mare hummed as she walked inside. Button's mom popped her head out of the kitchen as she passed, her mouth falling open as she watches their backside. "Are you his new tutor? I know Cheerilee said he needed help, but..." She wiped her head with a rag. "Just, don't let him get distracted. That's a big wagon your dragin', miss..." "Sweet Crisp," They answered, turning their head with a little grin. "We didn't bring our wagon, though, sorry." Button's mom shook her head, but motioned them up the stairs. Sweet Crisp bounced up the stairs, slamming Button's door open with gusto. "We're back!!" Button sat flopped over in bed with his joy-boy, his brow furrowed. He didn't even glance up. "That's nice. "B-but we brought snacks!" Sweet Crisp flapped her wings and landed atop Button, hooves on either side of his head. Again, Button didn't flinch or flee. "Just put them on the table, Mom. I'm bussssy." There are times in a mare's life where they must do something drastic. This is one of those times. What does she do? Flip the mattress (Story, cuddles, kissing) Channel Rarity. (Whining) Sit on his face (Foalcon, sorta) P.SC.P.2A spooky, scary ghostie! Pinkie smacked her cheeks with her hooves, mouth open, but the gesture made no sound. She zooms around in a wide circle. "Oh my gosh I'm a ghost. Oh my gosh I'm a ghost. Oh my ghost, I'm a gosh.... Wait..." She stop, floating halfway through the dessert counter when she grins. "Now I can prank somepony... The only question is... who? Rarity ~~Fluttershy~~ Rainbow Dash Somepony else? P.SC.P.2.A.1"Ooooooh!" I'm the ghost of fashions past!" Pinkie levitated the dress before flying around the room in a slow circle. Rarity's eyes bugged out as she fell back onto her rump. "You, the jeweled marshmallow, have been judged!" Rarity pushed backwards across the floor, bumping against a stack of fabric and knocking it to the floor. Colors of fabric flocked into the air before the power of Pinkie, princess of spoopy dress. "Begone, Peasant! You are not worthy and that dress you wore yesterday made you look fat!" There was a long moment before Rarity burst into tears. She ran out of the boutique, sobbing as she went. A moment later, she came storming back in past the floating dress before retrieving a distressingly large container of ice cream. Then she stormed back out. Pinkie giggled and guffawed as she let the dress fall to the floor. She floated up and through the ceiling, whipping a single ghostly tear from her eye. "That was great! I can't believe she fell for it." A moment later, two things happened. First, Pinkie's body became solid again... halfway through the ceiling. She kicked her hooves wildly in the room below, but nothing happened. Second, Rarity returned, sporting a creamy mustache. "Hey! I didn't wear a dress yesterday, who... are..." She trailed off as she gazed upwards as the pink plot positioned perfectly with her parlor. "Pinkie. Pie." There was a dangerous sharpness to the air as Rarity levitated her thimble of needles. "I'm afraid that I will require your assistance." "Yipes!" In the end, Rarity learned about needlepoint, and Pinkie got a killer tattoo on her rump. P.SC.P.2.A.2Jewels and pearls clinked before Rarity raised her head. Her eyes widened as he own purple dressed floated down atop her. Completely lost in the moment, the fabric found its way over her head and down her back without resistance. It pulled taught and snug against Rarity's pleasant curves. "Sweet Celestia! What's the meaning of this?" A giggle echoed out into the boutique as Rarity's right forehoof moved on its own. Rarity looked on in horror as her hoof waved in the air like shooing a pest. Then her whole body started forward towards her set of mirrors. "No! Stop! I command you hooves, stop this instant!" A moment later, they did, only for her whole body to spin rapidly. When it stopped, Rarity was posing in front of her three mirrors, one hoof forward, her back curved. It was all quite improper. Pinkie's voice floated out of the ether, "Now presenting, the dazzling damsel, the fabulous fashionista, the regal Rarity!" There was audible applause as Rarity was forced to turn and prance back and forth, her hips swaying rhythmically. Turning, her hoof raised to caress the pearls on the dress's neckline before cupping her cheek. Rarity gasped, then fainted, her head slumping. Still holding Rarity up like a doll, Pinkie is considers her options: Take Rarity to bed and let her wake up later thinking its all a dream? Look for some sunglasses and pretend to be her for a while? P.EF.Z.1Amidst the earthy smells and powerfully pungent reagents, Zecora hummed as she stirred her mesmerizing brew. She tosses herbs and crushed petals, laughing in her lovely, deep and resonate voice. "It is time for the last addition. What shall help me in this decision? A random pony barges in. She finished the potion without issue. Something else? P.SC.P.1.AThrough the door walked the three most nefarious trouble-making, cutie mark getting, stuntifying foals in Ponyville. Pinkie turned her head as the pack, lead by Apple Bloom trotted straight towards the sweet displays. "Heya, Pinkie. We need a dozen caramel twists stat!" Her eyes opened like huge, red colored fruit. The three then chimed together, "It's a cutie mark emergency!" Pinkie Pie smiled even as she held her experimental concoction in her hoof. "Ooooh, sounds fun! Just give me a teeny weeny moment to--" The three popped right in front of Pinkie's hooves, jostling her into dropping the concentrated baking powder directly into the bowl of Raspberry vinegar. The concoction exploded, and when the air cleared. A strange sight awaited the now solely-occupied bakery. Solid clops echoed out as she stepped out on the lobby floor. With a coat of orange cream and mane of apple cinnamon-roll swirl, a very adult cutie mark crusader beamed. "Cutie Mark Crusaders, bigger and better!" The mare turned her head to examine her cutie mark. It was: Dirty joke (sex, mind alteration, bad dancing) Clean joke Author's NotesThis is a work in progress, obviously. Suggestions are helpful, but if you are asking for a specific scene or option, please place them in the blog for the sake of organization/not flooding the comments section on the story. I do not have an editor for this story at this time, so errors will happen. Point them out if you feel like it, I'll knock 'em down. Otherwise, feel free to ignore them. I will be trying to post at least once a day, but sometimes I work 11-12 hour shifts and just don't have the energy. Comments are like caffeine, don't be stingy. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and enjoy P.SC.P.2.AOf course she's gotta go mess with Rarity. That mare just couldn't lay back and chill if she was strapped to a frozen water bed. Off to the carousel she goes! The shop was mostly empty, in between fashion seasons as Rarity was. The lovely unicorn sat with a sewing needle in her mouth as she sketched out a design in front of her. Her horn glowed as the quill scratched, and she was unaware of Pinkie floating soundlessly through the door. Pinkie moving slowly, spy music playing in her head as she jumped and rolled, fallings straight through most objects until she finds a lovely purple dress, studded with sapphires and pearls around the collar. Pinkie grinned, jumping into the fabric of the dress and possessing it. The dressed glowed for a moment, then it floated off the ponykin and onto Rarity's fainting couch. After a moment or so, when Rarity looked up, her brow furrowed. The empty spot where the dress was clearly noticed by the fashionista, and so, her horn lit to return it to its place. Pinkie had to stifle a laugh, as the magic tickled somewhat. Two minutes later, the dress was now hanging off the the back of Rarity's chair, and the mare in question was scowling. "Now, see here!" She stomped her hoof, her curled purple mane bobbing dramatically. "I simply cannot work in these conditions. Rainbow Dash, if you're playing those silly pranks again, you can just go ahead and stop. I promise to dye your mane in your sleep if can't control yourself." There was a long silence, interrupted only by the occasional huff from Rarity as she blew out her nose. Then Pinkie struck! She made the dress rise into the air, making ghost noises and telling Rarity to get out! Slips the dress over Rarity, and doing naughty things. (non-consent, body control)
PonyvilleWhat a little town, filled with little ponies. Where are we going to visit today? Sugar Cube Corner Twilight's Castle Carousel Boutique Everfree Forest Canterlot Castle
Sugar Cube CornerThe aroma of decadent desserts dances throughout the bakery as a post-rush hour calm falls into place. The afternoon sun tickles the grass just outside the window as somepony can be seen inside. Who is it? Pinkie Pie Ms. Cake Somepony else?
Everfree ForestThe creaks and groans of this ancient, magical forest are not hostile only to those who know the way. Beneath the leaves, a stray sunbeam snakes through the forest canopy and lands upon... Zecora Fluttershy? Trixie?
P.SC.P.1A typical busy day in the bakery, Pinkie is working on a batch of experimental cupcakes when the doorbell jingles. She turns her head and finds... The cutie Mark Crusaders, yay! Fusion Maud and Boulder, body swap Derpy, muffin queen. Vore absorption 'Oh, just the wind." Pinkie shrugged before adding a just a dash of concentrated baking soda to her raspberry vinegar cupcakes when the batter exploded. When the dust settled, Pinkie had become... A ghost! A spooky ghost! A living gooey blob of cupcake batter A puff of air. Turns out it was a clone!
P.SC.P.1.A.1Adoring the rather large flank of the ultimate cutie mark crusader was a rather flushed mare, spinning around a... "Is that a stripper pole!?" She squeaked. Her wings flapped awkwardly as she turned in a circle, like a dog unsure of how tails work. Finally, she lit her horn and pulled a shiny pan from behind the counter to look at her reflection. "So, what, we're good at spinning in circles, that's kinda... lame..." Her head started to fuzz over with thoughts of loud music, flashing lights and a strong musk that was hard to place. She fell back on her haunches, hoof to her head as a strange giggle came from deep within her. "Oh, that' sounds like fun!" She clumsily stood up, wobbling on legs that must have felt like stilts in comparison to a foal. She turned and started out the door. The sun was heading for the horizon as the mare made her way to a seedier part of town. Her stilted walk changed to a normal pace, to a slight sway to a full on swagger. In the bronze light of autumn's evening, her defined curves and plump rump caught the quite a few stallions, and even more mares as she passed. A lovely mare with a red mane and a crimson bouquet of flowers approached the mare on crusade and stammered. "H-hi! These are for you!" She held them out as they pranced passed. Nimbly, a single rose is plucked and added to their glorious mane. "I'm--" A moment passed as they considered, "--Sweet Crisp. Princess of the dance!" With allure and presence, she continued on, but not before curling their mane around the flower mare's neck with a flick. As Sweet Crisp left, the sound of a mare's whinny was followed by a pony falling to the ground. Cocky grin ready, she continued onwards. The Seedy Shack was an out of the establishment, shaped like a rotting apple, that boasted strong cider, good food and quality service. As Sweet Crisp pushed pulled open the door, the sun seemed to flee from the powerful atmosphere. Pounding music, rolling fog, cheering voices and the clink of voices all combined into an intoxicating feeling that had Sweet Crisp's cutie mark vibrating like a map quest. She looked about as entered, a stage at the far side immediately snaring her attention. Sliding down a mounted pole was strangely familiar yellow pegasus, though she was wearing a veil of sorts, and tight leather obscuring her cutie mark as it adhered to her fine features. Their eyes locked as the music began to die down and Sweet Crisp approached the stage. The mare didn't speak, but offered a hoof up and Sweet Crisp accepted with a grin. From above, a bright spotlight illuminated them as Sweet Crisp took hold of the bar, and the mare that was definitely not Fluttershy flapped backstage, her crinkling with mirth. "Ready or not! Here we go!" The ultimate crusader bounced her hips as upbeat music started, her hooves caressing the bar with intimate abandon. Swish-swish went her long, cream-colored tail as spun in a long, slow circle. Stallions and mares whistled and cheered from cushions or stools, or just standing up to get closer. With a flap and a twist, she turned upside-down, her wings keeping aloft as she spread her hind legs and ground herself hard against the bar. The crown of ponies lost their minds, throwing bits and intimate suggestions at her. She giggled, grinning as clearly drunk stallion approached the front of the stage. He reached up as she spun, and then smacked her flank with a resounding thwack. What happens next: Sweet Crisp gives the stallion some extra service? She freaks and runs off stage.
P.SC.P.1.B"Well, that's anticlimactic." On their nice, plump rump was the same cutie mark they'd had, though it was also adorned with each of their emblems rather than just one. Shrugging, they left the bakery, caramel twists in hoof. "I wonder where Pinkie went?" The girls tapped their chin. "She always says something about plot and needing to fill holes." Another shrug, and they were off to find Sweetie's coltfriend, Button Mash. The box of baked goods bounced along her bountiful backside as Button's house came into view. The front door was still wide open as they had left it. The grown mare hummed as she walked inside. Button's mom popped her head out of the kitchen as she passed, her mouth falling open as she watches their backside. "Are you his new tutor? I know Cheerilee said he needed help, but..." She wiped her head with a rag. "Just, don't let him get distracted. That's a big wagon your dragin', miss..." "Sweet Crisp," They answered, turning their head with a little grin. "We didn't bring our wagon, though, sorry." Button's mom shook her head, but motioned them up the stairs. Sweet Crisp bounced up the stairs, slamming Button's door open with gusto. "We're back!!" Button sat flopped over in bed with his joy-boy, his brow furrowed. He didn't even glance up. "That's nice. "B-but we brought snacks!" Sweet Crisp flapped her wings and landed atop Button, hooves on either side of his head. Again, Button didn't flinch or flee. "Just put them on the table, Mom. I'm bussssy." There are times in a mare's life where they must do something drastic. This is one of those times. What does she do? Flip the mattress (Story, cuddles, kissing) Channel Rarity. (Whining) Sit on his face (Foalcon, sorta)
P.SC.P.2A spooky, scary ghostie! Pinkie smacked her cheeks with her hooves, mouth open, but the gesture made no sound. She zooms around in a wide circle. "Oh my gosh I'm a ghost. Oh my gosh I'm a ghost. Oh my ghost, I'm a gosh.... Wait..." She stop, floating halfway through the dessert counter when she grins. "Now I can prank somepony... The only question is... who? Rarity ~~Fluttershy~~ Rainbow Dash Somepony else?
P.SC.P.2.A.1"Ooooooh!" I'm the ghost of fashions past!" Pinkie levitated the dress before flying around the room in a slow circle. Rarity's eyes bugged out as she fell back onto her rump. "You, the jeweled marshmallow, have been judged!" Rarity pushed backwards across the floor, bumping against a stack of fabric and knocking it to the floor. Colors of fabric flocked into the air before the power of Pinkie, princess of spoopy dress. "Begone, Peasant! You are not worthy and that dress you wore yesterday made you look fat!" There was a long moment before Rarity burst into tears. She ran out of the boutique, sobbing as she went. A moment later, she came storming back in past the floating dress before retrieving a distressingly large container of ice cream. Then she stormed back out. Pinkie giggled and guffawed as she let the dress fall to the floor. She floated up and through the ceiling, whipping a single ghostly tear from her eye. "That was great! I can't believe she fell for it." A moment later, two things happened. First, Pinkie's body became solid again... halfway through the ceiling. She kicked her hooves wildly in the room below, but nothing happened. Second, Rarity returned, sporting a creamy mustache. "Hey! I didn't wear a dress yesterday, who... are..." She trailed off as she gazed upwards as the pink plot positioned perfectly with her parlor. "Pinkie. Pie." There was a dangerous sharpness to the air as Rarity levitated her thimble of needles. "I'm afraid that I will require your assistance." "Yipes!" In the end, Rarity learned about needlepoint, and Pinkie got a killer tattoo on her rump.
P.SC.P.2.A.2Jewels and pearls clinked before Rarity raised her head. Her eyes widened as he own purple dressed floated down atop her. Completely lost in the moment, the fabric found its way over her head and down her back without resistance. It pulled taught and snug against Rarity's pleasant curves. "Sweet Celestia! What's the meaning of this?" A giggle echoed out into the boutique as Rarity's right forehoof moved on its own. Rarity looked on in horror as her hoof waved in the air like shooing a pest. Then her whole body started forward towards her set of mirrors. "No! Stop! I command you hooves, stop this instant!" A moment later, they did, only for her whole body to spin rapidly. When it stopped, Rarity was posing in front of her three mirrors, one hoof forward, her back curved. It was all quite improper. Pinkie's voice floated out of the ether, "Now presenting, the dazzling damsel, the fabulous fashionista, the regal Rarity!" There was audible applause as Rarity was forced to turn and prance back and forth, her hips swaying rhythmically. Turning, her hoof raised to caress the pearls on the dress's neckline before cupping her cheek. Rarity gasped, then fainted, her head slumping. Still holding Rarity up like a doll, Pinkie is considers her options: Take Rarity to bed and let her wake up later thinking its all a dream? Look for some sunglasses and pretend to be her for a while?
P.EF.Z.1Amidst the earthy smells and powerfully pungent reagents, Zecora hummed as she stirred her mesmerizing brew. She tosses herbs and crushed petals, laughing in her lovely, deep and resonate voice. "It is time for the last addition. What shall help me in this decision? A random pony barges in. She finished the potion without issue. Something else?
P.SC.P.1.AThrough the door walked the three most nefarious trouble-making, cutie mark getting, stuntifying foals in Ponyville. Pinkie turned her head as the pack, lead by Apple Bloom trotted straight towards the sweet displays. "Heya, Pinkie. We need a dozen caramel twists stat!" Her eyes opened like huge, red colored fruit. The three then chimed together, "It's a cutie mark emergency!" Pinkie Pie smiled even as she held her experimental concoction in her hoof. "Ooooh, sounds fun! Just give me a teeny weeny moment to--" The three popped right in front of Pinkie's hooves, jostling her into dropping the concentrated baking powder directly into the bowl of Raspberry vinegar. The concoction exploded, and when the air cleared. A strange sight awaited the now solely-occupied bakery. Solid clops echoed out as she stepped out on the lobby floor. With a coat of orange cream and mane of apple cinnamon-roll swirl, a very adult cutie mark crusader beamed. "Cutie Mark Crusaders, bigger and better!" The mare turned her head to examine her cutie mark. It was: Dirty joke (sex, mind alteration, bad dancing) Clean joke
Author's NotesThis is a work in progress, obviously. Suggestions are helpful, but if you are asking for a specific scene or option, please place them in the blog for the sake of organization/not flooding the comments section on the story. I do not have an editor for this story at this time, so errors will happen. Point them out if you feel like it, I'll knock 'em down. Otherwise, feel free to ignore them. I will be trying to post at least once a day, but sometimes I work 11-12 hour shifts and just don't have the energy. Comments are like caffeine, don't be stingy. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and enjoy
P.SC.P.2.AOf course she's gotta go mess with Rarity. That mare just couldn't lay back and chill if she was strapped to a frozen water bed. Off to the carousel she goes! The shop was mostly empty, in between fashion seasons as Rarity was. The lovely unicorn sat with a sewing needle in her mouth as she sketched out a design in front of her. Her horn glowed as the quill scratched, and she was unaware of Pinkie floating soundlessly through the door. Pinkie moving slowly, spy music playing in her head as she jumped and rolled, fallings straight through most objects until she finds a lovely purple dress, studded with sapphires and pearls around the collar. Pinkie grinned, jumping into the fabric of the dress and possessing it. The dressed glowed for a moment, then it floated off the ponykin and onto Rarity's fainting couch. After a moment or so, when Rarity looked up, her brow furrowed. The empty spot where the dress was clearly noticed by the fashionista, and so, her horn lit to return it to its place. Pinkie had to stifle a laugh, as the magic tickled somewhat. Two minutes later, the dress was now hanging off the the back of Rarity's chair, and the mare in question was scowling. "Now, see here!" She stomped her hoof, her curled purple mane bobbing dramatically. "I simply cannot work in these conditions. Rainbow Dash, if you're playing those silly pranks again, you can just go ahead and stop. I promise to dye your mane in your sleep if can't control yourself." There was a long silence, interrupted only by the occasional huff from Rarity as she blew out her nose. Then Pinkie struck! She made the dress rise into the air, making ghost noises and telling Rarity to get out! Slips the dress over Rarity, and doing naughty things. (non-consent, body control)
