Pinkie’s Special Gift for Sweetie Belle

Chapters

Pinkie Foalsits Sweetie Belle
Pinkie Enlists a Pony's Help
Sweetie Belle and the Gift
Paying a Visit to Sweetie Belle
Pinkie Pie Bakes to Make Amends

Pinkie Foalsits Sweetie Belle

As was typical for mid-spring in Equestria, rain was falling on the streets of Ponyville, coating the houses of the town with a cleansing layer of precipitation as the inhabitants settled down for a calm evening filled with cooking, reading, and other domestic activities. Today was the first day of Rarity’s Central Equestrian Fashion Venue, an event that she had been planning for the better part of a year to showcase the best designs and patterns that she had produced over the course of a season. With the arrangements being made to host the event in City Hall, she knew that she would have to ask one of her friends to look after her younger sister, Sweetie Belle.

“Hmmm,” Rarity thought. “Applejack is probably doing something on the farm, Twilight is almost certainly engaged in translating some Old Ponish tome, and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy went to Cloudsdale for the weekend…I guess that leaves Pinkie Pie.”

Although Pinkie was definitely not Rarity’s first choice, given the pink pony’s unpredictably energetic nature, she understood that it was last minute and she would be happy with any help she could get. Donning a fitted Inverness-style greatcoat to bear the spring deluge outside, she walked through the streets of Ponyville, hoping that Pinkie would be up to the task of watching her little sister.

As the rain poured down, Pinkie Pie sat in her cozy room at Sugarcube Corner, indulging in her love for baking by reading about the newest developments in the use of molasses in cakes in this month’s edition of “Baker’s Digest” magazine. The sound of the raindrops against the window provided a soothing backdrop to her activities. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door, interrupting her solitary, and uncharacteristically calming, bliss.

Curiosity piqued, Pinkie Pie opened the door to find Rarity standing there, a slight dampness clinging to her elegant coat. "Gosh, Rarity! What brings you here on such a rainy day?" Pinkie asked, a warm smile on her face.

Rarity's mane was slightly disheveled from the rain, but her poise remained intact. "Oh, Pinkie dear, I find myself in a bit of a predicament," Rarity confessed, her voice tinged with concern. "As things stand, I have to host a local fashion venue tonight, but I need someone to watch over Sweetie Belle while I attend to my hosting duties. I know it is unbelievably last minute and an immense faux pas-"

Pinkie Pie's eyes shimmered with excitement as she interrupted her friend without hesitation. "Oh, Rarity, I'd be happy to watch over Sweetie Belle for you! We'll have a blast together, rain or shine!"

Rarity's expression softened, a hint of relief was present in her eyes. "Really? Oh, thank you, Pinkie. I knew I could count on you. Sweetie Belle adores spending time with you, and I trust you implicitly."

Pinkie Pie nodded eagerly. "No worries, Rarity! I'll make sure Sweetie Belle has the best time ever. You can count on me!"

With a grateful smile, Rarity turned to leave. "I simply must hurry back to finish my preparations. Thank you again, Pinkie. I'll drop Sweetie Belle off at your place later this evening."

Pinkie Pie waved goodbye, her excitement building. "See you later, Rarity! I’ll be all set for Sweetie Belle's arrival by then!"

As the door closed, Pinkie Pie's mind buzzed with ideas of all the fun activities she could plan for her time with Sweetie Belle. In spite of the dreary weather, she was determined to make it an unforgettable time.

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Around three hours later, Rarity stopped by, this time better-equipped and prepared for the now more torrential downpour, bearing an umbrella that helped to shield herself and her sister from the rain.

“Alright, Pinkie. Here is Sweetie Belle. Now remember, just make sure she goes to bed by 9 at the latest, and please don’t give her too much sugar. I don’t want her getting a stomach ache.”

“Sure, sure. Of course, Rarity. Whatever you say,” Pinkie responded dismissively, all the while keeping her gaze squarely on Sweetie Belle. “Aww yeah, we are going to have soooo much fun, Sweetie!” she added, barely containing her joy and excitement.

Sweetie Belle looked back to her older sister with a bit of worry from Pinkie’s overwhelmingly intense emotions; Rarity nodded to her sister reassuringly, calming Sweetie down. Within a couple of minutes, Rarity had left and now Pinkie and Sweetie Belle were alone.

Once Pinkie Pie was sure Rarity was well on her way to the fashion venue, she bounced and skipped around the room, her playful eyes gleaming with unbridled excitement. Sweetie Belle looked up to track the pink pony’s movement with her eyes, bewildered at how much energy Pinkie seemed to have. As Pinkie started to settle down, Sweetie’s innocent gaze met Pinkie's eyes, which were now tinted with a hint of mischievousness.

"Hey there, Sweetie Belle! I've got a super-super-duper fun idea that I think you might enjoy," Pinkie Pie exclaimed, her voice filled with glee. Sweetie Belle tilted her head, curiosity evident in her eyes.

"What is it, Pinkie?" Sweetie Belle asked, her slightly cracking voice laced with innocence and trust. Pinkie Pie's smile widened as she leaned in closer, her voice taking on a hushed tone.

"Well, you see, Sweetie Belle, as fillies, we sometimes can have loooots of fun…by that I mean just two fillies alone can have more fun than even a filly with a colt.”

“I don’t know what you mean, Pinkie,” responded Sweetie, clearly out of the know regarding what Pinkie was hinting at.

“Well…sometimes it can be fun to explore things, you know? To try new activities…" Pinkie whispered, her words carrying a hint of darkness. Sweetie Belle blushed, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty flickering across her face.

“Sweetie Belle, you know how you were part of the Cutie Mark Crusaders before you got your cutie mark?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, imagine if you never tried new things! You would have never had a chance to discover what you are good at!”

“I guess you’re right, Pinkie.”

“Plus, now that you have your cutie mark, you are practically all grown-up now. In my eyes, Sweetie, you are a mare just like me! And as a grown-up, why not try some grown-up things?”

“Well, what sort of things do you mean?”

“Certainly one of the first things I would recommend, as a mare with some experience, would be how a pony can use their tongue.”

“Nice try, Pinkie, but I already know how to use my tongue!”

“You do?” Pinkie asked incredulously.

“Of course, how else do you think I could eat ice cream, silly!”

Pinkie shook her head. “No, no, I mean use your tongue to make somepony feel…special.”

"Special? Like... how?" Sweetie Belle asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pinkie Pie's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned in even closer, her hot breath tickling Sweetie Belle's ear.

"Well, Sweetie Belle, there are different ways a pony can use their tongue, but most of it is focused on the area between a filly’s hind legs," Pinkie explained, her words dripping with a salacious yet outwardly pedagogical tone. Sweetie Belle's cheeks flushed deeper, her heart racing with both intrigue and apprehension.

"But... Rarity wouldn't approve," Sweetie Belle stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Pinkie Pie's playful grin softened, and she reached out to gently caress Sweetie Belle's cheek with her hoof.

"Don't worry, Sweetie Belle. This can be our little secret. Just think of the excitement we can share together," Pinkie murmured, her touch sending shivers down Sweetie Belle's spine all the way to her snow-white croup. Sweetie Belle's mind swirled with conflicting emotions, torn between the allure of new things and the fear of betraying her sister's trust.

“But of course,” Pinkie pulled back her hoof and turned her head away from Sweetie. “If you think that Rarity is the grown-up and you should just listen to whatever she says since you’re just a foal, fine then! I’m not here to guide you down a path you don’t want to follow, especially if you can’t keep adult-level secrets.”

Sweetie Belle's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as the abrupt departure of Pinkie’s hoof from her face felt cold and distressing.

“NoOo…” Sweetie called out, her voice cracking as she tried not to squander the chance to be trusted with adult secrets. “I mean, I do want to try whatever you're talking about. Just…I don’t know what to do.”

Pinkie Pie, her vibrant pink mane once again bouncing with excitement, approaches Sweetie Belle with a cunning glint in her eyes. “Don’t worry, Sweetie. I’ll start off and show you everything you need to know,” she said as she playfully led Sweetie Belle over to her bed with a determined and somewhat forceful hoof, causing the young filly to blush and squirm in anticipation.

With a sultry smile, Pinkie Pie maneuvered Sweetie to position her lying down on her back on the bed’s edge. From there, without much further ado or ceremony, Pinkie kneeled down in front of Sweetie Belle, her gaze fixed on the enticing sight between her legs. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a clear sign of her own eagerness.

As Pinkie Pie leaned closer, her warm breath tickles Sweetie Belle's inner thighs, causing a shiver of anticipation to course through her body. Sensing this vulnerability and sensitive reaction, Pinkie repeated the process a few times, breathing heavily onto the sensitive and pristine area between the foal’s legs. Sweetie Belle, now clearly overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience and enthralled in the heat of the moment, closed her eyes slightly. In the meantime, Pinkie's tongue traced a slow, teasing path along Sweetie Belle's delicate folds, eliciting a gasp of unexpected pleasure from the young pony.

The sensation of Pinkie's skilled tongue dancing across her sensitive flesh overwhelmed Sweetie Belle, causing her to grip the edge of the bed for support and reassurance. Pinkie's tongue explored every intimate crevice, swirling and flicking with a practiced rhythm, driving Sweetie Belle to a state of ecstasy with which she was wholly unaccustomed.

To help savor the moment, Pinkie extricated herself from Sweetie’s nethers for a second. “You are really liking this, huh?” she asked coyly.

“Uhh, yeah,” replied Sweetie between heavy, moist breaths. Uncertainty and a bit of fear were still lingering in her voice. “I guess so.”

Pinkie returned to the task at hoof and now started licking and brushing with her tongue with a renewed vigor. By this point, her saliva was mixing in nearly equal proportion with Sweetie’s own glistening liquid excitement. Every time Pinkie came up for air—after fighting against the instinctive pressure from Sweetie’s thighs that sought to clamp Pinkie’s head in place—she noticed a long sticky strand extending from her lips to Sweetie’s flower, though she couldn’t tell who had produced the material that made up the thin, glistening tendril.

Sweetie Belle's moans started to fill the bakery, blending with the sounds of Pinkie's enthusiastic licks and slurps. Naturally, Pinkie was unbelievably relieved that she had the home to herself this week. The explicit wet sounds echoed through the room, heightening the intensity of their encounter.

Pinkie Pie's free hoof slid up Sweetie Belle's trembling body, teasing her young, trembling skin and making its way to her nipples. The combination of Pinkie's oral expertise and the stimulation of her crotchtits sent Sweetie Belle spiraling into a mind-numbing climax as Sweetie whimpered and cried out with high-pitched involuntary moans, her hips quaking under Pinkie’s continued efforts.

As Sweetie Belle's body convulsed with pleasure, Pinkie Pie continued to lap up her sweet nectar, ensuring that every last drop was savored. The taste of Sweetie Belle's arousal lingered on Pinkie's tongue, reminding her of her utterly depraved (though not at all unpleasant) connection with such an innocent little filly.

With a satisfied sigh, Pinkie Pie pulled away, a mischievous glimmer shining in her eyes. "Looks like you enjoyed your treat, Sweetie Belle!" she uttered with a cheeky grin, leaving the young filly flushed and breathless.

=====☼=====

Pinkie Pie, still basking in the afterglow of their encounter, peered at Sweetie Belle with a playful look in her eyes. She brushed a strand of hair from her mane behind her ear and leaned closer, her voice dripping with a dark lasciviousness.

"Mmm, Sweetie Belle, you are sooo delicious. Even better than one of my cakes, haha. But you know what would make this even more incredible? If you returned the favor," Pinkie purred.

Sweetie Belle blushed, her heart racing at Pinkie's suggestion. She bit her lip, feeling a stirring of nervousness in her chest. "Um, Pinkie... I've never done that before. Are you sure?"

Pinkie Pie's smile widened as she gently cupped Sweetie Belle's cheek in her now somewhat sweat-lined hoof. "Oh, don't worry, Sweetie. I'll guide you every step of the way. It'll be a good experience for both of us," she reassured with confidence.

Sweetie Belle hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, her curiosity outweighing her nervousness. "Okay, Pinkie. I trust you."

With a soft giggle, Pinkie Pie spread her legs, giving Sweetie Belle an unobstructed view of her bubblegum-pink glistening folds. "First, you want to explore with your hoof, just like this," she demonstrates, slowly sliding one hoof along her own slick entrance.

Sweetie Belle watched intently, her eyes filled with both awe and arousal. She took a deep breath, her hoof trembling slightly as she mirrored Pinkie's actions, gently teasing her instructor’s slit.

Pinkie Pie moaned softly, encouraging Sweetie Belle to continue. "That's it, Sweetie. Great job; I’d even say you look like you have a ‘vagic’ touch,” Pinkie said as she shook her head, quickly realizing the corniness of her pun. Anyway, it's all about learning what feels good," she guided.

As Sweetie Belle gained confidence, she added a hoof higher up, just below Pinkie’s now blood-engorged, firm crotchtits, feeling the tightness and warmth building within her. Her breath hitched once more, and she glances up at Pinkie, seeking approval.

Pinkie Pie's eyes darkened with desire as she watched Sweetie Belle's exploration. "You're doing faaantastic, Sweetie. Now, use your hooves to find that special spot on the outside near the top. It's called a 'clit’," she explained, her voice husky with need.

Sweetie Belle followed Pinkie's instructions, curling the end of her hoof in search of the elusive pleasure point. When she finally brushed against it, a jolt of ecstasy shot through Pinkie’s body, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

Pinkie Pie moaned, her own arousal evident as she experienced Sweetie Belle's exploration with her own body serving as the eager pink guinea pig. "Yes, Sweetie, just like that! Your touch feels incredible. Now, you can use your mouth too, if you want," she suggested, her voice filled with anticipation.

Sweetie Belle's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding her. She took a deep breath and leaned forward, her tongue hesitantly flicking against Pinkie's sensitive bundle of nerves.

Pinkie Pie's moans filled the air as Sweetie Belle gained confidence, her tongue becoming bolder and more eager. She was clearly learning things as she went, but hey, beginner’s luck. The explicit sounds of her oral endeavors echoed through the room, mingling with Pinkie's passionate cries.

As the pleasure built up within Pinkie Pie, she locked eyes with Sweetie Belle, her voice filled with raw desire. "That's it, Sweetie. Ahhhh… Show me how much you want to please me. You can do it! Don't hold back," she urged, her voice a sultry command.

With Pinkie's encouraging words ringing in her ears, Sweetie Belle redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling and flicking with newfound confidence. The taste of Pinkie's arousal filled her mouth, intensifying her own feelings. Sweetie noted how it was an odd taste, somewhat bitter and salty; however, despite the less-than-appetizing taste, there was something that caused her body to breathe faster and her mind to flutter.

As Pinkie’s near-orgasmic convulsions racked up, she instinctively started to buck her hips against Sweetie Belle’s eager face, further coating the young foal’s nose and mouth in a copious layer of sopping anticipation.

“Oh, just a bit more, Sweetie, ah, ah, ah, oooh…” Pinkie moaned as she summited the mountain of her pleasure, Sweetie her loyal sherpa in this ascent.

In that moment, Sweetie noted that the liquid coming from Pinkie was now gushing out in powerful squirts, further coating the unsuspecting filly in a blanket of moisture that commingled with her own sweat. Within a few minutes, both had laid back and allowed themselves to compose themselves and slow their ragged breathing.

"Mmm, Sweetie Belle, that was incredible. I could tell you enjoyed it too. Don't hold back! Tell me how much you liked it," Pinkie encouraged.

Sweetie Belle's cheeks flushed as she looks down, a mix of apprehension and vulnerability in her eyes. She bit her lip, hesitant to voice her true feelings. "Pinkie, I... I don't know just yet. It's just... so new to me. It's a lot to learn all at once."

Pinkie Pie's smile softened, and she gently lifted Sweetie's chin with her hoof, meeting her gaze with understanding. "Come on, be a good girl! Tell your friend Pinkie how much you liked it and how much you are grateful for her showing you all of these fun activities," she reassured as she pressed on with her request, clearly not willing to be sated unless she hears Sweetie Belle speak up.

Sweetie Belle took a deep breath, her eyes searching Pinkie's face for guidance. She found comfort in the attention reflected in Pinkie's eyes and decides to open up, albeit hesitantly. "Well... I have to admit, Pinkie, there were moments that felt really good. I never imagined it could be like that. I always thought those parts…down there…were just for peeing and making foals."

Pinkie Pie's grin widened, a mix of pride and desire evident in her expression. She stroked Sweetie Belle's cheek tenderly. "Aww, Sweetie! You are such a smart and good little foal. I am happy you liked it. After all, you seemed so eager to get into all of this and prove yourself as a full-grown mare,” she whispered, gaslighting the innocent foal.

Sweetie Belle's apprehension began to melt away, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence bolstered by the validation she was receiving from Pinkie. She looked again into Pinkie's eyes, her voice gaining strength. "Okay, Pinkie. I did enjoy it. It was intense, and I guess I…want to do more with you?" she said, her voice filled with an unsure, questioning vulnerability as her words continued to belie her actual shock and uncomfortableness regarding the whole intimate encounter.

Pinkie Pie's eyes sparkled with delight, and she pulled Sweetie Belle into a loving embrace. "I'm so proud of you, Sweetie Belle. I knew you’d like it. Just never, ever, tell anypony about this.”

As they hugged each other, Pinkie noticed the glistening reflection of tears forming in the corners of Sweetie Belle’s eyes.

“Just tears of happiness,” Pinkie tried to convince herself.

Pinkie Enlists a Pony's Help

Over the next few weeks, Sweetie and Pinkie spent more time together, as the success of Rarity’s fashion venue impressed several critics from Canterlot, who encouraged her to serve on judging panels for higher-level fashion shows. Deciding that she wanted Sweetie to grow closer to her while helping the young foal experience one of the best parts of being a mare, Pinkie started planning a “gift” for her new young friend. To help with this, she headed down to Sweet Apple Acres to talk to her very close friend, Big Mac, the strong workhorse of the Apple family and caring brother to her friend Applejack. Walking by the young stallion, she waved a hoof and greeted him.

"Hey, Big Mac... I have a favor to ask. It's a big one, but it's really, reeeally important to me," Pinkie began, her voice filled with a sense of urgency.

Big Mac raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Pinkie with curiosity and a touch of concern. "Well, what can I do for ya, Pinkie?" he asked, his voice tinged with caution.

“Well, you know Sweetie Belle, Rarity’s sister right?”

“Eeeyup.”

Pinkie took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Well, I want to give Sweetie Belle a gift. I want to show her how much our friendship means to me. For me, Sweetie is like a foal I never had and... I want her to experience what it’s like to have a foal of her own. But for that, I need your help," she explained, her voice replete with determination.

Big Mac's eyes widened with surprise, his jaw dropping slightly at Pinkie's unconventional request. He stammered, struggling to find the right words. "Uhh, Pinkie, I... I don't know if I can do that. It's a mighty big responsibility, and I reckon I have my own reservations about it," he replies with uncertainty.

Pinkie Pie's eyes glistened with hope as she took a step closer to Big Mac, gently placing a hoof on his shoulder. "I understand, Big Mac. I really do. It's a lot to ask. But I trust you more than any other stallion, and I know you would be a wonderful father, even if Sweetie wouldn’t ask you to be there in the foal’s life. It’s just…this gift would mean the world to Sweetie Belle and me," she pleaded, her voice filled with sincerity.

Big Mac sighed, his gaze softening as he looked into Pinkie's earnest eyes while thoroughly grossed and weirded out by this request. He scratched his head, torn between his reservations and his desire to help. "Pinkie, I... I'll need some time to think about it. It's not a decision I can make lightly," he answered, his voice filled with a mix of hesitation and consideration. “It’s just this is a mighty odd thing to ask; Sweetie’s just a young filly and I don’t quite get why she’d want a foal right now in the first place. I guess as things stand my answer is a firm ‘eeeenope’.”

Pinkie Pie nodded understandingly, a glimmer of hope still present in her eyes. "I appreciate your honesty, Big Mac. Take all the time you need. Just know that if you decide to help me, it would mean the world to both Sweetie Belle and me," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Pausing in silence for a brief moment, the two ponies stared at each other. This wasn't the first time they had been alone together and certainly not the first time they had engaged in the activity Pinkie was about to offer next.

“You know, Big Mac, while you're thinking about it, how about we have a little fun? A quick ‘roll in the hay’ to take our minds off things?" Pinkie suggested, making air quotes with her hooves and giving the red stallion a flirty wink.

Big Mac's eyes doubled in size from his surprise, caught off guard by Pinkie's unexpected proposition. He cleared his throat, his voice betraying his austere façade. "Well, Pinkie, I reckon a little fun wouldn't hurt. But let's keep it light, just for now," he replied, his voice pierced by a crack of excitement.

Pinkie Pie's grin widened, and she playfully tugged at Big Mac's hoof, leading him toward a secluded spot in the hay-filled barn. She wasted no time, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a passionate embrace.

Their lips met in a fervent kiss, tongues dancing in a heated, but not excessively rushed, exchange. Pinkie's hooves roamed eagerly over Big Mac's strong, work-tempered body, feeling the firm muscles beneath his skin.

With a swift movement, Pinkie pulled back and looked at Big Mac invitingly. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, anticipation coursing through her veins.

Big Mac, unable to resist the allure of Pinkie's figure and look, casted off the apple-filled saddlebags he had on his back, his arousal evident as his hard length grew rapidly. Pinkie's eyes widened with desire as she took in the sight, her hoofs itching to touch him.

Without hesitation, Pinkie dropped to her knees, eager to taste Big Mac’s awaiting and eager member as the stallion leaned back on one of the barn's walls to position himself on his hind legs. She wrapped her lips around Big Mac's throbbing cock, her skilled tongue ravenously teasing and hungrily exploring every inch.

Moans escaped Big Mac's lips as Pinkie's mouth worked its magic, her head bobbing up and down with an expert rhythm. She lavished attention on him, her lips and tongue nearly driving him to a hip-bucking release as she toys with her farmpony prey.

The barn filled with the sound of their passionate moans and the scent of their lust, as Pinkie and Big Mac indulged in a momentary escape from their responsibilities. Big Mac especially relished this moment as he had been silently desperate for release for weeks, especially since Applejack and Apple Bloom had been around more, robbing him of the privacy he required to take care of his own urges. However, despite his pent-up feelings, in this moment, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, pleasure building with each thrust and caress.

With a final, shuddering release, Big Mac spilled himself into Pinkie's eager mouth, his pleasure washing over him in waves as he shot rope after sticky, white rope into Pinkie’s voracious maw. Pinkie longingly collected every drop in her mouth with an animalistic greed without swallowing, her eyes locked with his all the while, a satisfied smile playing on her lips while keeping her mouth sealed shut.

Breathing heavily, the two caught their breath, their bodies still buzzing with the lingering pleasure. Although Granny Smith had always told Big Mac to never “stick his dick in crazy”, he was happier and more sated than he had been in months. The two ponies exchanged a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the temporary respite they found in each other's hooves and likely awakening memories of their previous clandestine encounters at Sweet Apple Acres, though that was a story for a different time.

Although Big Mac was already preparing to recline on the pile of hay that stood next to him, practically beckoning him to relax and sleep, Pinkie’s plan was just starting. With the contents of Big Mac’s release still fresh in her mouth, she quickly retreated from the barn, leaving a bewildered Big Mac behind as she gallops back toward Ponyville at full tilt.

As Pinkie dashed out of the barn, Applejack, carrying a fencepost on her back, passed by the barn peering into the structure, noticing her brother laying down on the hay.

“Is that there Pinkie Pie?” she asked as she looked out to the rising cloud of dust billowing behind the Pink Pony who was barrelling down the road leading away from the farm.

“Eeeyup.”

“What in tarnation did she want?” Applejack asked incredulously.

“Not much, I reckon she just stopped by to talk to me for a spell.”

“You have even the faintest clue why the hay she’s in such a gosh-darn hurry?”

“Eeenope.”

“Well, she’s one plum odd pony, that’s for certain.”

“Eeeyup.”

=====☼=====

Pinkie's heart raced as she ran back home, her mind focused on preserving the precious sample she now possesses. Bursting through the doors of Sugarcube Corner, she headed straight for the kitchen, a determined look on her face.

She retrieved a small container, carefully removing the plastic covers she had prepared in advance. With nimble hooves, she spit out the ‘specimen’ she obtained from Big Mac into the container, making sure not to waste a single drop.

Taking a deep breath, Pinkie divided the sample into three smaller vials with more attention to detail than she was normally accustomed to, sealing each one tightly. She placed them in the plastic covers and carefully arranged them in the chilled section of the refrigerator, ensuring their preservation.

With her mission of gaining the material to ensure her gift to Sweetie accomplished, Pinkie Pie stepped back, anticipation and excitement filling her. She knew that these vials held the potential to fulfill her desires and bring a new life into the world.

That same warm, humid afternoon, Pinkie Pie, having successfully secured the sample, was approached by Rarity with a favor. Pinkie's excitement was palpable as she listened to Rarity's request to look after Sweetie Belle while she attended a fashion show in Canterlot.

"Oh, Pinkie, darling, I have a truly tremendously huge favor to ask! I've been invited to a fabulous fashion show, and I simply must attend. But I can't leave Sweetie Belle alone. Would you be an absolute dear and take care of her for the evening?" Rarity asked pleadingly.

Pinkie Pie's face lit up with joy, the opportunity to spend more time with Sweetie Belle aligning perfectly with her plans. "Of course, Rarity! I'd be delighted to watch over Sweetie Belle. I'll make sure she has a wonderful time.”

Rarity's face softened with gratitude as she hugged Pinkie tightly. "Oh, Pinkie, you're a lifesaver! I knew I could count on you. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she cooed, her voice filled with relief.

As Pinkie bid farewell to Rarity and closed the door to Sugarcube Corner, she quickly rushed over to her bed and pulled out a large case filled with small pill containers.

“Hmmm, so many choices, so many choices. What to choose?” she said to herself briefly, picking up each of the bottles and looking at the labels. “Benzos… diphenhydramine… aw there it is!” she said, picking up a half-filled vial of white powder with the label “FLUNITRAZEPAM” printed on it.

“Perrrfect,” she purred, pouring some of the ground-up pills out of the container. “And why not some ecstasy to make this night ‘ecstatic’, haha,” she laughed to herself. With that, she finished picking up and collected the supplies needed to carry out her plan and laid in wait for her young foal guest to arrive.

Within just a couple hours, Rarity dropped by with her sister.

“Now listen, Sweetie Belle; Pinkie has been nice enough to watch you while I’m in Canterlot today. I expect you to be on your best behavior!”

“Of course she will, Rarity,” Pinkie Pie interjects. “We get along just great don’t we, Sweetie?” she said looking at Sweetie Belle.

“Uhh, yeah, that’s right. Don’t worry Rarity, I’ll be good,”

“Splendid, I anticipate to hear good things from Ms. Pie! Make sure to be obedient and do what she says; neither I nor Pinkie need a troublemaker on our hooves.”

With that, Sweetie Belle nodded and Rarity waved goodbye to both Pinkie Pie and her sister.

“So, Sweetie, what do you want to do first?” asked Pinkie enthusiastically.

“Uhh, I don’t know yet, but can we not do what we did before, with our nethers, I mean. I…don’t know if I liked it so much when we did it before and now I feel really guilty about not letting Rarity know.”

“Oh, okay, Sweetie. Don’t worry about that. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, of course. But how about some food in the meantime?”

“Oooh, that sounds awesome!”

Not wasting any time, Pinkie set about preparing dinner for Sweetie Belle, carefully adding just a touch of flunitrazepam into her fresh-squeezed lemonade, as she wanted Sweetie Belle to sleep soundly (very soundly) for what was to come next.

Sweetie Belle, unsuspecting of the hidden agenda, finished her meal of carrot fricassée and drank her lemonade under Pinkie's watchful eye. As the drug took effect, Sweetie Belle's eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off into a deep slumber.

With a satisfied smile, Pinkie Pie carried Sweetie Belle to her bed; she knew that soon, her plans to give Sweetie the gift of childbirth would come to fruition.

Pinkie Pie then went to retrieve a baster from the bakery section of her living quarters in Sugarcube Corner. With a determined yet delicate touch, she carefully extracted the needed ‘specimens’ from the vials containing the precious sample she had collected earlier from Big Mac.

With her mind focused on the task at hoof, Pinkie measured out the perfect amount of the sample into the baster, ensuring that Sweetie Belle will receive the gift she longs to give her. The viscous liquid filled the baster, its texture and virile off-white color hinting at the promise it held.

As Sweetie Belle lay peacefully in her deep, unshakable slumber, Pinkie approached her with the baster in hoof, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Gently, she parted Sweetie Belle's lips and began to administer the gift, slowly and meticulously, making sure every drop finds its way to its intended destination deep within her only recently fertile equine uterus.

Once the baster was fully spent of its contents, Pinkie gently removed it from Sweetie Belle's nethers, wiping away any trace of the act. She placed it aside, her attention fully on Sweetie Belle, who remained serenely unaware of the extraordinary event taking place within her.

With a tender touch, Pinkie caressed Sweetie Belle's cheek before quietly slipping out of the room. She left Sweetie Belle to rest, allowing the gift to work its magic, knowing that soon her unconventional dream will become a reality. As the hours start to pass and the hands on the wall clock in her room seem to move faster and faster, Pinkie's mind raced with thoughts of the future, her twisted imagination conjuring up names that she will recommend to Sweetie Belle.

Pinkie now sat in the dimly lit room, her eyes fixed on Sweetie Belle's serene sleeping face. A deranged smile played upon her lips as she whispers to herself, contemplating the names that the innocent young filly can give to her foal.

“Hmm, how about Sugar Plum? Or maybe Cotton Candy? Ooh, what about Bittersweet? Yes, that has a nice ring to it," Pinkie murmured, her voice tinged with madness.

As the night wore on, Pinkie's thoughts grew more twisted and unhinged. She entertains names that border on the macabre, reveling in the chaos that brewed within her mind. Yet, beneath her deranged façade, a glimmer of anticipation stirs, a twisted excitement for what she believes she had set in motion.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening broke Pinkie's reverie. Rarity, returning from the fashion show, entered the room and finds Pinkie still awake, her eyes filled with a disturbing fervor.

"Pinkie, darling, you're still up? Oh, thank you so much for looking after Sweetie Belle. She looks so peaceful," Rarity said with gratitude.

Pinkie's manic smile widened as she responded, her voice carrying an eerie undertone. "It was my pleasure, Rarity. Sweetie Belle is such a precious gem. I would do anything for her; she’s just such a cutie-patootie," she says, her words steeped in an unsettling intensity.

Rarity, unaware of Pinkie's disturbing thoughts, smiled warmly and embraced Pinkie tightly. "You truly are an amazing friend, Pinkie. I don't know what I would do without you!”

Rarity was none the wiser to what had transpired as she roused her groggy sister and walked with her back home.

Sweetie Belle and the Gift

Rarity, grateful for Pinkie's help, readily accepts her offer to spend even more time with Sweetie, unaware of the dark secret that lies beneath Pinkie's cheerful demeanor.

Week after week, Pinkie showers Sweetie Belle with attention and care, creating a false front of joy and fun. She takes her on exciting adventures, visiting the Everfree Forest and the Ponyville Water Park, while also showering her with gifts and treats.

Unbeknownst to everypony, the consequences of Pinkie's earlier heinous actions start to manifest themselves. Sweetie Belle, innocent and unsuspecting, begins to experience bouts of sickness and nausea in the mornings. Confusion fills her big sister’s mind as Rarity struggles to understand the cause.

Rarity, concerned for her little sister, seeks medical advice, desperate to find answers. Doctors are baffled by the mysterious symptoms, unable to pinpoint a clear or definitive cause. Meanwhile, Pinkie watches from the sidelines, reveling in how well her plan was unfolding (and without any suspicions pointed toward her, no less).

As Sweetie Belle's discomfort from her unwitting pregnancy intensifies, Pinkie continues her charade, maintaining a façade of innocence and friendship. She offers support to Rarity, pretending to be just as perplexed by Sweetie Belle's condition.

One day, during a Sunday brunch at her home with Pinkie and Applejack, Rarity turns to her pink friend, “Pinkie, I'm at my wit's end! Sweetie Belle's sickness is getting worse with each nausea-filled morning, and the doctors can't figure out what's causing it. Do you have any idea?" Rarity asks, her voice filled with desperation.

Pinkie feigns innocence, a saccharine smile plastered on her face. "Oh, Rarity, I wish I knew! It's such a puzzling situation. But don't worry, I'm here for you. We'll figure it out together," she responds, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

“Yeah, Rarity, Ah’m sure we’ll find out what’s ailin’ Sweetie Belle soon enough,” added Applejack with a hopeful tone.

“I appreciate your help, girls, but I just have no idea what could be going on with her!”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure she doesn’t have a bun in the oven,” blurted out Pinkie, covering up her glib line with a hearty helping of nervous laughter.

Applejack and Rarity looked at each other and then at Pinkie with concern and suspicion, but not knowing whether Pinkie had a hoof in this or was just being her usual quirky self, they decided to let the comment slide.

=====☼=====

As the weeks passed, Pinkie's offers to look after Sweetie Belle became ever more frequent and pushy. Each time, Rarity relinquished the opportunity to be alone with Sweetie Belle, causing her worry and concern to grow.

One day, as Sweetie Belle's morning sickness seems to subside momentarily, she seizes the chance to engage in a conversation with Pinkie, one on one.

"Pinkie, I don't know what I would do without you. You've been such a tremendous help during this difficult time. I can't express my gratitude enough," Rarity says, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Pinkie's eyes flicker. "Oh, Rarity, it's my pleasure. Sweetie Belle means the world to me, and I would do anything for her. And I mean anything! Just seeing her happy brings me so much joy," she replies, her words laced with a weird intensity.

Breaking down in the moment, Rarity begins to bawl and casts her hooves limply over Pinkie Pie.

“It’s just so h-hard,” she sobs. “I want to help my sister, but I’m worried she’s dying.”

“Don’t worry, Rarity. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

“I w-would give anything to make her better again…I would give my life for her to return to normal,” she wailed as her warm, salty tears rolled down her face and landed on Pinkie’s shoulder.

In this instant, Pinkie Pie's previous twisted desires clashed with a newfound sense of responsibility as she contemplated the consequences of her actions. Filled with worry and regret, she resolved to do the right thing and end Sweetie Belle's pregnancy.

Reconsidering the choices she made up to this point, Pinkie's mind races with conflicting emotions, her heart heavy with the weight of her own twisted desires. She knows that any foal born to Sweetie Belle would bear a striking resemblance to Big Mac and would potentially limit her abilities to live a full life; the thought of those undeniable consequences affecting Sweetie Belle filled her with dread.

Determined to rectify her mistake, Pinkie set out to devise a plan to give Sweetie Belle cupcakes laced with misoprostol, a medication she also kept in her case of pharmaceutical wonders, which was known to induce a spontaneous loss of pregnancy in mares. Realizing that this was dangerous and risky, Pinkie steeled her nerves, as it was the only way to spare Sweetie Belle from the burden of an unwanted and complicated situation.

With both trepidation and conviction, Pinkie decided to make the cupcakes, carefully measuring out the high doses of misoprostol needed, her hooves trembling with unease. As the cupcakes took shape, Pinkie was sure that innocent appearance would conceal the dark secret they held within.

“That should do the trick,” Pinkie proclaimed, taking the final product out of the oven and wiping the sweat from her brow.

As the time comes to execute her plan and feed the foal the cupcakes, Pinkie's heart pounds in her chest. She presents the cupcakes to Sweetie Belle, her voice filled with feigned cheerfulness as she walks in to check on the young filly and watch her for a few hours after school.

"Hey, Sweetie Belle! I made these special cupcakes just for you. I hope you enjoy them!" she says, her voice masking the turmoil she feels inside.

Sweetie Belle, none the wiser, gratefully accepts the offering. “These look amazing Pinkie, and they even have sprinkles, my fAvorite,” she says, her voice cracking as she takes a bite, unaware of the dangerous concoction hidden within the delectable treat.

As Sweetie Belle consumes the cupcakes, Pinkie watches nervously, anticipation and guilt gnawing at her insides. She knows that what she is doing is morally questionable, but believes it to be the only way to spare Sweetie Belle from a future filled with complications and heartache.

“Honestly, I should have thought of this a lot earlier and just not done any of this,” she admitted to herself in her head.

By the end of the week, Pinkie’s daily visits to look after Sweetie combined with the high doses she put into her treats meant that the foalsitter’s medication had started to take effect, causing increased bleeding and intense uterine cramping, plunging Sweetie Belle into a world of pain and suffering. Soon, Sweetie’s previously cheery and positive demeanor had been overturned by the pain she was in. Instead of bearing its characteristic smile, Sweetie Belle's face was now nearly constantly contorted with pain, her body wracked with agonizing cramps. She clutched her stomach with her hooves even when sitting still, tears streaming down her face from her beautiful light green eyes. Rarity, concerned and oblivious to the true cause of all of this, turned to Pinkie once again, pleading for even an ounce of support.

"Pinkie, what in the hay is happening to Sweetie Belle? The pain... it's unbearable to even watch, and the doctors still can't seem to find a diagnosis. Do you have any idea?" Rarity pleads, desperation lacing her words.

Pinkie, her heart heavy with guilt, summons her acting skills once more, her voice trembling as she responds. "Rarity, I... I don't know. It's so strange. But I promise you, I will do everything I can to find out what's wrong with Sweetie Belle. I won't rest until we have some answers," she says, her words laced with feigned concern.

Rarity clings to Pinkie, her grip tight with worry, unknowingly seeking solace from the one responsible for Sweetie Belle's suffering. "Please, Pinkie, you have to help her. I don't know what I would do if my little sister were to…p-pass away," she implores, her voice filled with anguish.

“I know what will help!” Pinkie thought to herself. “They always say that laughter is the best medicine! That’s what I’ll do! I’ll make Sweetie laugh and she’ll feel better.”

That night, with Rarity sleeping after a long and emotionally exhausting week, Pinkie was hanging out, playing a board game with Sweetie.

“Hey, Sweetie Belle! I've been doing some research, and I found this really interesting folk remedy that might help with the side effects of your…illness. It's a bit... unconventional, but some swear by it!”

“Oh, thank you so much, Pinkie. What is it?”

“Oh, nothing that bad. You just need to drink your own urine.”

Sweetie Belle's eyes widen in disbelief, a mixture of confusion and disgust crossing her features. “Pinkie, are you serious? Drinking my own urine? That sounds... gross and weird. Are you sure it will help?" she asks, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Pinkie, maintaining her shield of ostensibly earnest innocence, nods eagerly. "Oh, absolutely! It's an old folk remedy passed down through the generations. The elder ponies believe it can help with all sorts of things, including those nasty preg-...I mean, stomach ache symptoms. It may sound strange, but sometimes, the weirdest things work!"

Sweetie Belle hesitates, torn between her own discomfort and a desperate desire to find relief. "I... I don't know, Pinkie. It just seems so... odd. But if you really think it could help, I guess I could give it a try. Anything to make this pain go away," she reluctantly agrees.

Sweetie Belle, her face etched with uncertainty, reluctantly follows Pinkie's instructions. She collects a small cup from a kitchen cupboard and heads towards the bathroom, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts.

As she carefully fills the cup with her own urine, a shiver runs down Sweetie Belle's spine. The pungent scent of fillypiss fills the air, and she struggles to suppress her gag reflex, knowing that sickly golden liquid would have to be in her mouth soon. With a deep breath, she steadies herself and returns to the living room where Pinkie eagerly awaits.

Pinkie, her eyes gleaming with a mix of twisted pleasure and eagerness, offers an encouraging smile. "You're doing great, Sweetie Belle! This is going to help you feel sooo much better, I just know it," she says, her voice filled with sarcastic, sadistic delight.

Sweetie Belle, her hooves trembling, lifts the cup to her lips. The taste of her own urine fills her mouth, and she fights against the instinct to spit it out. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to swallow, the bitter liquid sliding down her throat.

The taste and odd mouthfeel overwhelm her senses, eliciting a wave of revulsion and discomfort. Sweetie Belle's face contorts with a mix of disgust and pain, tears welling up in her eyes as she fights against her body's instinctual rejection.

Pinkie watches with a twisted fascination. The sight of Sweetie Belle's suffering stirs a dark pleasure within her, a sinister satisfaction at the control she wields over the gullible and influenceable filly.

As the moments pass, Sweetie Belle fights against waves of nausea, her stomach churning with the unsettling concoction of urea and waste she has consumed. She casts a pleading glance at Pinkie, her voice filled with desperation.

"Pinkie, please... tell me this will help. I can't bear this pain any longer," she implores.

Pinkie's smile widens, her eyes glimmering with a twisted pleasure. "Oh, Sweetie Belle, trust me. This remedy has worked wonders for many. Just give it a little more time, and you'll start feeling better. I promise," she falsely reassures her.

With a sadistic grin, Pinkie leans in closer to Sweetie Belle, her voice dripping with a mix of pleasure and malicious glee as she was unable to hold in the joy from the success of her practical joke for even another second. "Oh, Sweetie Belle, you fell for it! It was all just a prank! Can you believe it? You drank your own urine for nothing!" she exclaims, her laughter echoing through the room.

Sweetie Belle's face contorts with a mix of shock, betrayal, and an intense pain that runs deeper than any physical suffering she has endured. Her voice trembles with a mixture of hurt and anger as she struggles to comprehend the depths of (or motives for) Pinkie's cruelty.

"Pinkie, how could you? I trusted you, and you took advantage of my pain! This is beyond a prank, it's sick! You’re sick!" she cries out, her voice choked with emotion.

Tears stream down Sweetie Belle's face as the weight of Pinkie's betrayal settles upon her. Pinkie's laughter continues to fill the room, her joy at Sweetie Belle's anguish apparent in every sinister chuckle.

Deciding to see how far she could gaslight the innocent foal, Pinkie settled down and added, “But Sweetie, I was just trying to make you laugh. I would never, ever do anything to intentionally hurt you.”

Pinkie, her eyes filled with a fake remorse, reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, brightly colored pill. She holds it out to Sweetie Belle, "Sweetie, I'm so sorry for what I've done, especially if it hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you like this at all. But I have something that might make you feel better, even if just for a little while. It's one of my special 'happy pills.' Take it, and you'll actually feel better.”

Sweetie Belle, lost in her sorrow, looks up at Pinkie. She hesitates for a moment, considering the offer before finally reaching out and taking the pill from Pinkie's hoof, so desperate for some good turn in her situation. With a deep breath, she swallows it, and within minutes, the effects begin to take hold. A warm sensation spreads through Sweetie Belle's body. Her inhibitions melt away, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of joy and liberation. Laughter bubbles forth from her, her cares and worries momentarily forgotten. Throwing caution and any control over her emotions to the teeth of the gale, Sweetie Belle starts laughing uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Rarity, hearing Sweetie Belle’s unusually loud and prolonged laughter, dashes out of her room and hurries to the room where Pinkie and Sweetie were playing, finding Sweetie Belle in this altered state with Pinkie sitting in front of her attempting to stifle her laughs. Rarity’s concern transforms into a mixture of confusion and worry.

"Sweetie Belle, what's going on? Why are you acting like this? And Pinkie, what did you give her?"

Pinkie's smile wavers slightly as she tries to find the right words to explain. "Rarity, I... I gave her one of my 'happy pills.' I thought it might help her feel better after everything that happened. I didn't want her to suffer from her stomach aches.”

Rarity's worry deepens, her eyes narrowing as she looks at Pinkie. "Pinkie, what the hay are these pills? What are their side effects? I can't have Sweetie Belle relying on something like this. We need to find a healthier way to help her.”

“Don’t say it’s ecstasy. Don’t say it’s ecstasy. Don’t say it’s ecstasy. Don’t say it’s ecstasy,” Pinkie’s mind coaches her.

“Uhh, they’re…just…rainbow fun sparkle party pills?” Pinkie responded, clearly not sure how to answer.

Realizing Rarity would likely soon lose her cool and get upset at her, Pinkie stood up abruptly and ran out the door back to Sugarcube Corner. Rarity was left in her home, her mouth half-open, completely shocked (and now more than a little suspicious) of Pinkie and her interactions with her younger sister.

=====☼=====

After trying to calm down her hyperactive sister for the remainder of the night, the next morning, Rarity, deeply concerned about Sweetie Belle's altered state and Pinkie Pie's involvement, sought solace and guidance from her friend Twilight Sparkle. She trotted over as soon as she had a free moment to Twilight’s house and was welcomed warmly by her erudite friend.

Rarity, her brow furrowed with worry, started explaining the course of recent events to Twilight Sparkle with a sense of urgency. "Twilight, I'm so worried about Sweetie Belle. Something strange is happening at home, and Pinkie's involvement has me deeply concerned. I don't understand why she would do this to her.”

Twilight, her eyes filled with sympathy, listens intently to Rarity's worries. She ponders the situation, her face a mask of concentration as she tries to make sense of the puzzle laid before her. "Hmmmmm, I understand your concern, Rarity. Pinkie's behavior is definitely unusual, and it's affecting Sweetie Belle in ways we can't ignore. But I can't quite put my hoof on the problem. It's like there's a missing piece to this puzzle," she says.

Rarity sighs, her worry deepening as she struggles to find answers. "I've been trying to piece it all together, Twilight. I've considered Pinkie's past antics, her unpredictable nature…but this feels different. It's as if she's crossed a line, and I can't fathom why.”

“Rarity, I think we need to dig deeper. We should speak to the other girls, gather information, and see if there's a pattern emerging. Perhaps there's something we're missing, some clue that will shed light on Pinkie's recent behavior," she suggests.

“Fine, darling. I appreciate your assistance and advice. I just pray to Celestia we will find the root cause of all of this!”

Paying a Visit to Sweetie Belle

By the time night had finally descended and the bright sun over Equestria had set below the horizon, things seemed calm and tranquil in Ponyville once more. Rarity and Sweetie Belle had retired to their separate rooms for the night, soon falling asleep as a soft breeze ruffled the grasses and flowers around the town. It was around 1 AM when Sweetie Belle woke up in a cold sweat; all she knew was that she was in pain and something, or maybe even everything, did not feel right. Confused and bewildered by the intensity of her pain, she pulled back the light cotton sheets covering her, only to find a shocking and macabre sight. The bloody aftermath of a spontaneous abortion was between her legs, covering a large divot in her sheets in fresh blood. She had no idea what was happening or what the oddly shaped lifeless masses in her bed were.

“Oh, my Celestia!” Sweetie muttered under her breath.

Filled with panic, Sweetie Belle rushed out of her house, running across town to find Pinkie Pie. In a state of utter fear, she knew that there was something very, very wrong. From the first second she saw what had happened she knew that her sister Rarity, ever the stickler for cleanliness and order, would not be the person to ask about such a gruesome scene. Pinkie, her closest friend in these last months (albeit a weird pony) was the one Sweetie felt she could talk to and ask for help. Reaching Sugarcube Corner and tapping on the window she knew to be nearest to Pinkie’s bed to attempt to wake her up, she desperately tried to make sense of the situation in her mind, to little avail.

Seeing Pinkie stir and feeling confident she was no longer sleeping after several loud taps, she immediately made her way to the building’s door and pounded on it with all her might; her voice trembling as she desperately tried to explain the incomprehensible situation.

"Pinkie! Please help! Something... something awful happened! I... I don’t even know exactly what happened, but... but something came out of me and there’s lots of blood. It's... it's all in my sheets," she says, her voice choked with devastation.

Pinkie Pie, groggy and bewildered, opens the door to find Sweetie Belle in a state of distress. Her eyes widen with concern as she pulls the young filly into her embrace. "Sweetie Belle, oh my goodness... I'm so sorry. Come inside, let me hold you," she says, her hooves enveloping Sweetie Belle, offering what comfort she can.

Sweetie Belle clings to Pinkie, her body trembling as she tries to make sense of the overwhelming emotions crashing over her and assailing her mind with what was, to this innocent foal, the unimaginable. Pinkie's presence, though unable to erase the pain, provided a small measure of solace, a temporary respite from the weight of the situation.

As Sweetie Belle attempts to explain her limited understanding of the situation, Pinkie's mind races, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what has occurred. She understood it was a miscarriage, just as she had planned with the misoprostol.

“Pinkie Pie…”

“Yes, Sweetie Belle?”

“I…I need you to do me a favor. A really big favor….I need you to go back to my bedroom in Rarity’s house and clean up whatever is in my sheets. I don’t know if I can do it…I’m scared and if Rarity sees it…well, she won’t know what to do. I don’t want her to lose her mind.”

“I understand Sweetie, give me a moment to get some things in order and then I’ll go right away. Then we can bring you back home, make your bed with some different sheets and I can help you go to sleep.”

Thankful for such help from an adult pony, Sweetie Belle gave an earnest, albeit stressed, smile to her older friend.

Taking a large black plastic bag and a fresh change of white sheets from her linen closet with her, Pinkie knew time was of the essence. With a determined expression on her face, Pinkie gallops through the darkened streets of Ponyville, her hooves pounding against the ground. She arrives at Rarity's house, her breaths coming in quick bursts as she slowly and carefully pushes open the half-ajar door and steps inside.

Sweetie Belle’s room was shrouded in shadows, the air seemed heavy. Pinkie's eyes scan the area, finally settling on the bed where the aftermath of the spontaneous abortion rested. She sucked in a deep breath, steeling herself against the sight before her.

Realizing the extent to which the placental and endometrial blood had soaked into the bedspread, Pinkie decided the easiest course of action would be to simply wrap all the sheets together and remove them from the premises. Carefully, Pinkie wrapped the material stained with blood and remnants of Sweetie's loss up in the flat sheet and mattress cover, placing the lump of sheets and blood into a bag. Her touch was precise and clinical and her movements purposeful as she handled the fragile evidence of Sweetie Belle's painful experience and made the bed after removing the bloodied sheets.

With a final glance around the room, Pinkie quietly exits Rarity's house, careful to not make any sudden or careless movements.

Once again running home, wary to not elicit any unnecessary attention in the dead of night, Pinkie made it home, quickly closing the door behind her as she took the black plastic bag out of a large pouch in her saddlebags.

“Is that…it?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Yes it is, don’t worry though! I will make sure everything is taken care of and nobody asks any questions of you. We are friends after all, Sweetie Belle!”

“Oh, thank you so much, Pinkie,” cried out Sweetie, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Now let's get you home, little miss!”

With that, the two of them walked back, ensuring that they were quiet as Pinkie helped sneak Sweetie Belle back into her room and tucked her in clean sheets.

“Thank you so much, Pinkie, for everything! I don’t know if I’ll sleep much though…I just feel so jittery.”

“Don’t worry, your old friend Pinkie has a solution for that too! Just have some of this,” she said, extending out a hoof with a bottle of grape juice.

“Once you have this, you’ll sleep just fine.”

“Are you sure, Pinkie? I usually have lots of energy after drinking juice.”

“Don’t worry, this juice will help you go to sleep, I’m sure of it!” Sweetie Belle didn’t know that Pinkie was once again prepared to use some flunitrazepam to help ensure that Sweetie fell asleep.

Sweetie Belle grasped the purple juice between her two hooves, happy to have a sweet-tasting drink after all the worry and anxiety the night had to offer.

Sanguine that the young foal had obediently finished the small glass bottle of juice, Pinkie once again made sure she was snugly tucked in, gave her a light kiss on the forehead, and then left the house, careful to not wake anyone up (undoubtedly amazed that Rarity was still asleep through all of this).

“I need to cut that young filly a break,” Pinkie said to herself, acknowledging how much the foal’s life had been disturbed by her silly endeavors.

“Just one last thing, and then I’ll be done…”

Pinkie could never just let things go. She was always a jokester, always manipulative, always thinking about number one—Pinkie Pie. Maybe it was something about how she felt like she never fit in on the rock farm, or maybe it was the fact that even at the best of times, her friends merely tolerated her. Maybe she felt envious of the innocence and youth that Sweetie Belle had paired with the care and support of an older sister. Whatever it was, Pinkie had one last plan that she wanted to carry out—and Sweetie Belle was the target.

=====☼=====

It was about 3 AM that same night when Pinkie Pie made it to Sweet Apple Acres, her pink mane flowing behind her as she spotted Big Macintosh peacefully asleep on a pile of hay in one of the barns on the farm. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she approached him.

"Hey there, Big Mac! I've got a special project in mind, and I could reeeally use your help," Pinkie exclaimed.

Big Macintosh shifted, his eyes slowly fluttering open as he looked up at Pinkie Pie. "Sorry, Pinkie, but I reckon I can't help ya tonight. Got a lot of work to do here on the farm tomorrow in the mornin’. What in the hay are you doing ‘round here so late anyway?"

“Are you really sure you don’t want to help me?”

“Eeeeyup!”

Pinkie's grin faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Oh, come on, Big Mac. I know something that might change your mind," she said, her voice dropping to a sly whisper.

Big Macintosh raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "And what might that be?"

Leaning in closer, Pinkie Pie whispered in a low tone, "I know your little secret, Big Mac. I know that you sneak into Applejack's room and steal her dirty bandanas from the laundry that she uses to wipe her sweat on hot days… I know that you bury your face in it and use her smell while pleasuring yourself."

Big Macintosh's eyes widened in surprise, but he remained composed. "So what if you know? Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, I reckon."

Pinkie Pie felt a flush of excitement at his response. She hadn't expected him to be so open about his secret pastime. But by Celestia, she wasn't about to give up just yet.

"Well, Big Mac, how about this? If you help me with my special project, I won't spill the beans to Applejack. I'll keep your little secret between us," Pinkie proposed.

Big Macintosh scratched his chin with his hoof, contemplating her offer. "Hmm, I appreciate the thought, it’s mighty appealin’, but I reckon I'll pass on your project, Pinkie. I doubt Applejack would mind if she found out anyway."

Pinkie Pie's determination grew stronger. She wasn't going to let Big Macintosh slip away that easily. She decided to up the ante.

Pinkie Pie's smile faltered for a moment, and then a mischievous glint appeared in her blue eyes. "Well, Big Mac, I happen to know another, even worse, little secret of yours."

Big Mac's eyes widened with surprise, and he sat up straighter, suddenly alert. "What secret would that be, little missy?"

Pinkie Pie leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I know you've been stealing Apple Bloom's old bows and keeping them in a cardboard box in your tool shed."

Big Mac's face flushed with embarrassment, and he stammered, "How did you...? Ah mean, those are just... uh..."

Pinkie Pie giggled, her voice dripping with menace. "Oh, I know exactly what you've been doing with them, Big Mac. I've seen those beautiful little stains you've left on those bows, although I guess they’re not so little. You've been 'finishing' on them after getting off, haven't you? I’m sure you ‘use’ them too, you dirty stallion."

Big Mac's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. "Pinkie, you can't tell anypony about this! It's plum embarrassing!"

"Well, Big Mac, if you want to keep your little secret safe, you'll have to agree to help me with my project,” Pinkie Pie grinned, her excitement mounting.

Big Mac hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. Finally, he let out a defeated sigh. "Alright, Pinkie. Ah'll help you. Just promise me you won't tell anypony about this."

Pinkie Pie clapped her hooves together with glee. "Yay! You won't regret it, Big Mac! Now let's get started on our special project!"

Pinkie Pie led the muscular red stallion through the streets of Ponyville, her hooves tapping excitedly on the ground. They arrived at Rarity's elegant boutique, where Sweetie Belle was still fast asleep. Pinkie Pie wore a mischievous grin as she blindfolded Big Mac and gently guided him inside.

"Pinkie, where are we? What's goin’ on? Please tell me!" Big Mac entreated.

"Shh, Big Mac. Trust me, it's all part of the plan. You're in for a surprise. I think you’ll like it," Pinkie whispered in his ear, her breath warm against his skin.

Big Mac's muscles tensed beneath his coat as he followed Pinkie's lead, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no idea what awaited him behind that blindfold, but he couldn't deny the rush of anticipation coursing through his veins.

As they entered Sweetie Belle’s room, Pinkie gently checked the blindfold, making sure that the black cloth she had tied around his eyes was firmly in place. On the bed before Pinkie and Big Mac, Rarity’s little sister lay peacefully, tucked into her sheets.

"Well, how about now? Will you just tell me what yer gettin’ me into for Pete’s sake? What in tarnation is going on, Pinkie?" Big Mac's voice wavered.

"Well, surprise, Big Mac! I got you a sex toy. It’s a life size model of a filly, so you never have to feel lonely or use your hooves anymore, and I know how much you enjoy…well, doing it! So we’re going to have a little fun with our silicone friend here," Pinkie whispered, her voice laced with excitement.

Big Mac's eyes widened under the black cloth of the blindfold, his cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and uncertainty. "Pinkie, I don't know about this. It just don’t seem right...and why the blindfold? And why at Rarity’s house?"

"Oh, come on, Big Mac, you big silly stud. Live a little! It'll be a thrilling experience, I promise. Just let go and enjoy the moment," Pinkie coaxed. “And as for the blindfold, I just don’t want you to get too self-conscious. Being blindfolded keeps things simple. After all, it was Rarity who did all the designing for this little toy; she wanted you to have it as a gift of gratitude for the apple cider your family gave her last Christmas.”

A sense of conflict flickered in Big Mac's eyes, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong to resist. He took a deep breath and just accepted the situation he was in, endeavoring to make the best of things.

"Alright, Pinkie. Let's do it. Let's have our fun," he murmured.

“Yay, I knew you would come around!”

“So what do yah want me to do?”

“Wait just one second, Big Mac, let me just get everything ready for you.”

In that instant, Pinkie deftly pulled aside the sheets covering Sweetie Belle and spread her legs open, dragging the filly over slightly to position her crotch at the very edge of the bed.

“Things should be all set for you, Big Mac. Now, it’s going to feel very lifelike. Rarity spent lots of money on it after all.”

Big Mac, blindfolded but guided by Pinkie's voice, reaches out for the “toy”. His hooves find Sweetie Belle’s delicate frame, exploring the soft curves of her body. He caresses her skin, feeling the warmth radiating from her.

“My o’ my, this doll…it really is mighty lifelike,” Big Mac tells Pinkie.

Sweetie Belle’s unconscious form does little to respond under Big Mac's touch as he makes his first hesitant forays into the “doll”; however, her body responds rhythmically by bouncing from the sheer force of his every stroke. Although imperceptible to the red stallion, her breathing becomes more ragged and sporadic as air is forced out of her involuntarily with each of Big Mac’s powerful thrusts.

Pinkie, watching the scene unfold, can't help but feel a surge of excitement. She guides Big Mac's hooves softly to the “doll’s” breasts near its crotch, urging him to squeeze and tease its sensitive flesh.

With a firm grip, Big Mac pulls Sweetie Belle closer, their bodies now pressing against each other. He hungrily captures her lips in a passionate kiss.

“Wow, Rarity sure as hay thought of everythin’! The doll’s even got heated lips! It’s like the thing’s alive!”

Big Mac, guided by his own instincts and the intoxicating scent of his designer-made “doll”, composes himself once again, centering his body and his now fully-engorged dark member at the entrance of Sweetie Belle’s rose-pink slit. With a primal growl, he thrusts deep inside her with full force, filling her completely while only putting in just under a half of his full length.

Pushing deeper and deeper, he tried forcing more of his stallioncock into the “toy”, caring little about how he had to stretch the object to reach an optimal depth.

“Gosh darn it, Pinkie. Rarity is a good designer, but this thing is just plum too small…and way too tight, I reckon.”

“Well, it’s the first time you’re using it after all, Big Mac. You have to stretch it out a bit.”

“Well, I guess I can try to get it to stretch as best as I can,” he said, driving with even more force into Sweetie Belle’s flower.

As Big Mac tried to work his member in and out, trying to stretch the “doll” with rougher motions as if breaking in a horseshoe, thrusting into Sweetie’s tight center, his excitement at the new sensation created a veritable symphony of sounds. The rhythmic slapping of their bodies colliding echoes through the air, accompanied by Big Mac's deep grunts of satisfaction and effort as he attempted to keep going despite the friction that continued to build amidst the stallion's repetitive motions.

The room was saturated with the intoxicating scent of Big Mac’s desire, a heady mixture of musk and arousal. The red stallion’s skin glistens with a sheen of sweat as his body moves together with Sweetie Belle’s as her hips pulsed unconsciously from his thrusts. The slickness of their connection amplified the sensation of every pump; Sweetie’s nethers were now wet with the stallion’s copious pre-ejaculate and Big Mac could certainly feel it, intensifying the pleasure that coursed through his veins.

With each deep thrust, Big Mac could feel the tightness and warmth of Sweetie’s inner depths, a velvet embrace that engulfed him completely. The tight grip of her walls around him intensified his pleasure, pushing him closer to the rapidly approaching edge.

As Big Mac now indulged at full tilt with his new favorite “object” in the world, the room seemed to come alive with vibrant hues. The soft glow of the dimmed lights casted a warm, golden hue over their ponies’ entwined bodies, adding an air of sensuality to the scene.

Sweetie Belle’s flushed skin takes on a rosy hue that poked through her white coat, her cheeks tinted with a delicate blush that spread across her face and down her neck, indicating a subconscious, automatic response from her body with her mind no wiser to what was happening to her.

Big Mac's muscular frame was highlighted by the play of shadows and light. The sweat that glistened on his skin caught the gentle illumination from the moon which entered the window of Sweetie Belle’s room, creating a mesmerizing shimmer.

The red stallion was panting heavily now, trying to keep himself from moaning too loudly as his strong hooves gripped Sweetie Belle’s slender waist as he thrust into her with a primal force. The blindfold over his eyes heightened his other senses, making each movement and touch more intense.

Although it was clear to Pinkie that Big Mac was enjoying himself, she could tell he was still holding back a little.

“Come on Big Mac, go ahead, really enjoy yourself! You work all day; why not just let loose for once?”

“Well, Ah wouldn’t want to break the darn thing, now would I?” retorted Big Mac.

“Don’t worry,” Pinkie answered, stifling a laugh. “It’s just a doll after all. Go as hard as you want…just imagine it’s Apple Bloom.”

With that, Pinkie could see a notable change in Big Mac's pace as his frustration and pent-up energy fueled his movements. When he heard Apple Bloom’s name, he was not only driven sexually berserk by thinking of his younger sister, but the name also carried with it a darker tone. Apple Bloom always looked up to Applejack, the hero of the Apple family. He was tired of all the times he was treated like nothing more than a dumb farmhand, a far second best after the oft-lauded Applejack; he felt like a pony who was always overlooked, a pony who was forever pigeonholed into working in the hot sun, never getting the chance to do what he wanted to do. In this moment, he wanted to show that he was in control and no matter how much Apple Bloom idolized her older sister, it was her older brother that held the real power. With Big Mac’s desire to break free from the constraints that had held him back for so long, he continued to drive with an unmatched intensity, imagining Apple Bloom beneath his frame. With each thrust, he felt a surge of power, reclaiming control over his own pleasure and fulfilling his own desires.

"Harder, Big Mac," Pinkie encouraged. "Give it to her."

Big Mac, his muscles flexing with every powerful movement, complied eagerly. His cock throbbed inside Sweetie Belle, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“Wow, look at him go,” Pinkie thought.

As if listening to her thoughts, Big Mac slammed into Sweetie Belle with an almost sadistic level of vigor, frightening Pinkie with his sheer power.

“Wow, that escalated quickly,” she muttered to herself under her breath. “I mean, this is really getting out of hoof fast!”

Lost in the moment, Big Mac surrendered himself completely, his heart and soul poured into the passionate act. He moved in and out of the filly so fast that, unbeknownst to him, he was bruising her entire nether region and introducing so much friction through his movement that the skin of the foal's lower lips started to bleed.

Soon, Big Mac's thrusts became more forceful and erratic, his body trembling with a mix of pent-up energy, anger, and frustration. Each movement was fueled by an intensity that bordered on frenzy as Sweetie Belle, caught in the storm of a grown-up stallion’s passion without her knowledge, laid there unconscious, as peaceful as an angel.

The room filled with the raw sound of their bodies colliding, the rhythm now punctuated by increasingly loud growls and grunts from Big Mac. Each thrust was a release, a way for him to channel his inner turmoil and let it out in a primal, almost animalistic manner.

His grip on the foal tightened, his hooves digging roughly now into her skin, leaving faint marks of his new possession. He wanted to claim her, to dominate her, to show the world that he was more than just a farmhand, that he had desires and needs that deserved to be met, whether by a real filly or by his new “doll”.

With each savage pump, Big Mac's anger and frustration dissipated for a few milliseconds before returning with a vengeance, replaced for those brief intervals by a sense of liberation and conquest of a new sexual frontier that, for once in his life, was not merely his hooves (or Pinkie Pie).

As Pinkie realized Big Mac was toeing the line of his climax, Pinkie realized she didn’t want a repeat of the pregnancy issue she created mere weeks earlier.

“Big Mac!” Pinkie screamed, realizing her mistake. “I forgot to tell you, the doll is still very fragile on the inside and shouldn’t get stained. Rarity still has to work out some details. Don’t cum inside of it!”

“Hnnggh, Ah don’t know if I can do it, Pinkie, I’m gonna cum ‘bout right now…” he grunted under his breath.

Pinkie could see the stallion’s pace accelerating as he entered the domain of his climax; instinctively, Pinkie put her hooves on him, attempting to pull him off of Sweetie Belle.

“No, Big Mac, don’t do it! You can’t; you’ll ruin her!”

“I can, and I sure as hay will!” he answered, not slowing down at all. “After all, what’s the worst ol’ Rarity will do?”

Big Mac momentarily turned his focus back to his pleasure and the pace of his thrusts.

“RARITY WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS! Don’t forget that she’s a unicorn. She’ll magically curse you for sure!”

"Nah, more like chew me out, and I've been chewed out before,” answered the stallion nonchalantly as he returned to the more pleasurable affairs in front of him.

In the chaos of trying to move, or at least shift, the large stud, Pinkie tried to push Big Mac off of Sweetie Belle, but in the process did little more than shove Big Mac just hard enough to loosen the blindfold that initially sat snugly under his forelock.

Knowing that the blindfold was going to fall off of his face, but already quite accustomed to the lack of visual stimuli, the stallion closed his eyes as his hips started to buck beyond the influence of what his mind could consciously control.

Within seconds, his blindfold had fallen to the checkered bedroom floor and the stallion’s orgasm had started in earnest as he emptied out a flood of white, virile horse semen into Sweetie Belle’s flower, driving his hips flush with her crotch and staying as close to her body as he could manage.

As the red stallion slowly pried opened his eyes after reaching satisfaction, he was floored.

“Oh…mah…Celestia! W-what have Ah done? PINKIE! What have you made me do?”

Pinkie was about to answer when she heard a strange creaking from the door behind her…

Pinkie Pie Bakes to Make Amends

“My heavens!” shouted Rarity in a shrill, crazed voice. “What the FUCK are you doing to my Sweetie Belle?”

Pinkie and Big Mac looked over toward a horrified Rarity, who stood at the entrance of the room with a dumbfounded expression plastered on her face.

“Rarity, it’s not what you think-” Pinkie piped up, as she tried to quell the tide of pure rage that she knew waited just beyond Rarity’s initial shock.

“Well, it looks like you two are RAPING my unconscious little sister,” shouted Rarity, dispatching with her normal elegance and niceties.

“I guess it is exactly what it looks like then… After all, as they say, if she has a cutie mark on her butt, she’s old enough to rut,” Pinkie responded, trying to infuse some poorly timed humor into the tense situation.

“How about you get out of my house then, you PINK BITCH. And you, Big Mac, what in Equestria possessed you to rape my sister?”

“Ah, uh…it was Pinkie, Rarity. She was the one that tricked me into comin’ here. She blackmailed me.”

“Be that as it may, you are the stallion currently standing over my unconscious sister. Is she even okay?”

“.....” both Pinkie and Big Mac remained silent.

Without another word, Rarity rushed over to her sister, checked to see if she was responsive with her hooves, and instinctively looked down at her nether regions, quickly pulling back from her sister’s knocked-out body in shock and disgust. She saw the copious amount of blood and pronounced swelling around the filly’s labia as well as the ample quantity of horse semen leaking out of Sweetie Belle.

“Big Mac…you…y-you came inside of her? And why is she bleeding down there?”

“Ah didn’t know it was Sweetie Belle, Rarity. Honest, I didn’t. Pinkie told me it was some sort o’ sex doll and Ah was blindfolded at the time. I didn’t know I was being so rough with a real filly.”

Rarity couldn’t process all of this info at once and started to break down, tears relentlessly cascading down her cheeks.

Rarity's voice quivered as she spoke, her voice laced with sadness. "How could you both... betray me like this and do this to Sweetie Belle? In my own home?" Her eyes welled up with fresh tears, her heartache palpable. She struggled to maintain her composure, but her emotions were overwhelming.

Big Mac, his eyes downcast, attempted to explain. "Rarity, we didn't mean to hurt yah now. It's just... things got a tad bit complicated with all the confusion of things, and Ah made a mistake."

Pinkie Pie chimed in, her voice filled with regret. "Yeah, Rarity, Big Mac made a mistake,” she joked, immediately regretting the quip as the stallion looked daggers at her.

“I mean, it wasn't our intention to hurt you. We were confused and lost sight of what really mattered. It’s a long story, but… well, we’re sorry."

But Rarity couldn't bear to hear their explanations. Her sadness consumed her, making it difficult to listen or find the strength to cope. She gestured weakly towards the door, her voice trembling. "Just... just leave. Please. I can't... I can't handle this right now. I need to be alone with Sweetie Belle and make sure she’s okay."

Big Mac and Pinkie exchanged glances, realizing the depth of Rarity's pain. With heavy hearts, they turned and silently made their way out of Rarity's home, leaving her to grapple with her shattered trust, her broken heart, and the still unconscious Sweetie Belle.

Rarity stood alone in her living room, her tears flowing freely down the white hair of her face. She wondered if she would ever be able to forgive them, or if their actions had irreversibly damaged their friendship. Only time would tell if healing was possible…but for now though, all Rarity could do was mourn the loss of what once was.

After leaving Rarity’s house, Big Mac and Pinkie stopped just outside of the door, closing the entrance to the house with immense care.

“Ah’d reckon that we won’t see much of Rarity for a mighty long while now.”

“I guess you’re right. I just hope she’ll forgive us at some point…but I doubt she will.”

“So Ah guess that’s ‘bout it for the night, huh? It’s mighty late, after all.”

“Yeah, goodnight, Big Mac,” said Pinkie, her voice forlorn and bereft of its normal pep.

“Goodnight, Pinkie,” uttered the stallion morosely as he trotted his way toward the road leading back to Sweet Apple Acres.

=====☼=====

Two months had passed since the incident that had shattered the trust and harmony within the tight-knit community of Ponyville. The news of what Big Mac and Pinkie Pie had done to Sweetie Belle had spread like wildfire, leaving a lingering sense of unease and tension in the air. Pinkie had become socially isolated, her once vibrant and energetic presence all but gone.

One sunny morning, Applejack made her way to Pinkie Pie’s place at Sugarcube Corner, determined to bridge the gap and bring some semblance of peace. She knocked on the door, her expression a mix of concern and determination. After a moment, Pinkie opened the door, her eyes worryingly weary and distant.

"Hey, Pinkie," Applejack greeted softly, her voice filled with empathy. "Can we talk for a bit?"

Pinkie nodded, stepping aside to allow Applejack inside. The room felt heavy with the weight of their strained friendship. Applejack took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "Look, Pinkie, I know things have been tough for you lately. But we can't go on like this. We're friends, and friends find a way to make amends."

Pinkie's gaze met Applejack's, a flicker of hope shining through her eyes. "You really think we can make things right?"

Applejack nodded, her voice filled with conviction. "I do. That's why Ah was thinking, maybe we could have a good ol’ fashioned brunch. A chance for you to talk to your friends, explain things, and make amends. Whaddya say?"

Pinkie's lips curled into a small smile, a glimmer of her old self shining through. "I... I would like that. I miss my friends. I miss being a part of something and seeing you all at Sugarcube Corner."

Applejack reached out, placing a comforting hoof on Pinkie's shoulder. "We're here for yah, Pinkie. We want to help you heal and move forward—to be a normal pony again. Let's make this brunch happen and give everyone a chance to understand."

Pinkie nodded, gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Applejack. I really appreciate it."

Applejack smiled warmly. "Dadgummit, that's what friends are for, Pinkie. Together, we'll find a way to mend the broken pieces, I swear it to yah…how ‘bout this, Pinkie. I know how much you love baking and I think if you made something tasty for Rarity, she’d be mighty grateful. Maybe that’ll help to smooth things over.”

As Applejack bid farewell to Pinkie Pie, Pinkie's mind began to wander.

“What to make? What to make?”

Pinkie's eyes lit up with inspiration as she thought of the perfect dish to prepare for Rarity. She rummaged through her pantry and pulled out all the necessary ingredients for a delectable meatloaf in the style that she remembered from childhood. But Pinkie wanted to add a special touch, something that would make the dish unforgettable.

It was possible that Pinkie was still a bit sore about being isolated in the previous months or was just being the silly trickster she was; regardless of the reason, her eyes fell upon the black plastic bag tucked away in the corner of her refrigerator’s icebox, containing the undoubtedly unique ingredient she had placed there several weeks ago. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she reached for it.

“This ingredient,” she thought, “will give the meatloaf the exact ‘unique’ flavor I want Rarity to try out at the brunch. Let’s just say I hope it will put the ‘family’ in ‘family meal’.”

With excitement coursing through her veins, Pinkie carefully unwrapped the bag, revealing the bloodied sheets she had taken from Sweetie Belle’s room. From there, she carefully removed the elements that she wished to use in her dish, namely, the placenta, the fetus, and the remnants of the equine pregnancy sac. Together, these fragile elements, each possessing a semi-translucent sickly red hue, were placed in a large metal cooking tub, where they were washed gently by Pinkie. With her hooves, she attempted to remove as much of the congealed blood and amniotic fluid as she could; however, realizing that the skin of the undeveloped fetus was much too brittle to withstand a torrent of water or prolonged scrubbing, she instead left the structures before her largely undisturbed.

Pinkie giggled to herself, imagining Rarity's surprise when she would taste the meatloaf, clearly not understanding the seriousness or pervertedness of the situation at hoof. She knew this special ingredient would add a touch of ‘magic’ to the dish, with the best surprise resting in Rarity’s ignorance as to the origins of the mystery meat.

Pinkie now stood over the abomination of what she had wrought with her own hooves, the pitiful underdeveloped glob of tissue and blood which she had created by messing with the natural order of things as a result of her own twisted motives. She stood there, her pink mane cascading down her back as she gazed intently at the metal tub before her. Her eyes fixated on the aftermath of the spontaneous abortion, a sight that both fascinated and intrigued her flighty, curious mind. The tub contained a mixture of fluids, remnants of new life, and the raw essence of birth.

The tissues easily spread out on the bottom of the large tub, a tangled mass of tissue, veins, and membranes. It was a surreal and visceral sight which Pinkie had never seen before. The colors were a mix of deep reds, purples, and shades of pink, showcasing the intricate network of life that had sustained the ex-fetus. The textures were varied, ranging from slimy to gelatinous, with the occasional hint of softness as Pinkie Pie gently prodded it with her hoof.

The air carried a faint metallic scent, the tang of blood mingling with an earthy natal aroma. The pink mare took in the scent, her nostrils flaring as she absorbed every nuance, her senses heightened by the sheer intensity and oddity of the moment.

As she leaned closer, Pinkie Pie could see the remnants of the umbilical cord that had connected mother and child. It lay there, coiled and twisted, like a lifeline severed from its natural order and intended function.

The tub itself provided hazy reflections of the redness of its bloody contents, its cold metal surface contrasting with the warmth and vitality that had once occupied it as a part of its more conventional role in helping Pinkie bake her cakes. It was a vessel that had cradled ‘life’ which was to be born (albeit in a culinary sense) from the mind of a creative and once innocent pink pony. The vessel was now a mere witness to the aftermath of a wicked act—a silent and lifeless observer of the cycle of life and death, though one that was not, by any means, natural.

With her mind snapping away from her contemplations, she knew it was time to cook. To prepare the dish, Pinkie knew she would have to be both clever and stealthy. She had to make her inclusion of the special ingredient somewhat ambiguous to avoid making Rarity suspicious.

For a moment, something in the back of Pinkie’s pony brain held out an ounce of resistance; something told her that what she was doing was wrong and objectionable. But this part of her subconscious was quickly and definitely trounced by the more dominant and outwardly apparent elements of Pinkie’s nature, namely, her desire to live by her pranks and revel in her subversions.

To help covertly integrate the fetus meat into the dish that she was cooking, Pinkie decided that the best course of action would be to use a meat grinder. Retrieving the metal contraption from a nearby kitchen cupboard, she placed it on the counter and secured it soundly.

Next, taking the metal tub with both of her hooves, she tipped the stainless steel container to its side, allowing the contents to spill into the funnel extending from the top of the meat grinder.

Immediately taking up the task, Pinkie Pie's hooves wrapped around the cold metal handle of the manual meat grinder. The ‘mystery meat’ in the grinder’s funnel now rested in a clumped-up state, folded in on itself in a grotesque amalgamation of sinew and flesh. With a firm grip, she began to turn the crank, feeling the resistance of the meat as it met the teeth of the grinding mechanism. The grinding and snapping of bones echoed in the solitary, half-lit room, an eerily macabre melody that sent shivers down her equine spine from her withers to her croup.

With each grisly revolution, the meat yielded to the implacable torque forces, its texture changing from tough to tender. The grinding process released a pungent aroma, filled with the metallic fragrance of blood. The sight of the meat being crushed and twisted was both mesmerizing and repulsive to Pinkie.

Splashes of deep, rich crimson liquid splattered against the sides of the grinder. The meat transformed into an unrecognizable pink viscous mass and bits of sinew and fat clung to the grinder's teeth.

Finally, with one last push, the ground meat emerged from the grinder's mouth, a mangled creation of flesh and bone. It oozed through the openings and Pinkie's eyes widened as she took in the sight, fascination coursing through her veins.

=====☼=====

With the meatloaf’s ingredients prepared and ready to be baked, Pinkie organized her workspace as she prepared to make the Pannhaas just as her mother, Cloudy Quartz, had made for her throughout her youth. The recipe, which was based on an Amish version of scrapple, used cornmeal and flour to produce a sort of mush, which was notably softer and more malleable than a traditional meatloaf.

“Better to call it a meatloaf than a scrapple though,” thought Pinkie. “There’s something ‘crappy’ in the name,” she chuckled to herself without missing a beat.

She gathered the necessary ingredients - cornmeal, spices, and a touch of nostalgia. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she began talking to herself.

"Pinkie Pie, you clever pony! This is going to be one scrumptious meatloaf," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait to recreate the flavors of my Amish family's rock farm recipes…as long as this meatloaf doesn’t taste as bad as my family’s rock soup, I think I’ll be in the clear."

With a burst of energy, Pinkie Pie started by combining the ground meat with the cornmeal. She kneaded the mixture with her hooves, feeling the texture change as the ingredients melded together. The meat and cornmeal intertwined, creating an adequately mushy, shapeable base for the meatloaf.

As she added the spices, Pinkie Pie's nostrils filled with their aroma—the unique terroir that was almost certainly from the dash of tamarind she regularly added to savory dishes. The fragrant blend of herbs and seasonings danced in the air, tantalizing her senses. She couldn't help but take a moment to inhale deeply, savoring the memories that flooded her mind.

The memories….

Oh, those awful, awful memories…

Pinkie Pie's heartbeat and breathing quickened as her mind was sucked back to the familiar memories of her upbringing on the rock farm. She could feel the weight of her past pressing on her, reminding her of the days when she felt so different, isolated from the austere world around her.

In her mind's eye, Pinkie saw herself as a young, naïve filly, surrounded by the faceless, emotionless rocks that defined her family and its livelihood. The other ponies in Ponyville didn't understand her, didn't understand that her zest for life and her desire to bring joy to others wasn’t the inherent way she was built or supposed to be. It was a mask she had adopted and forcefully meshed into her persona until the wrinkles of her own individuality were flattened to conform to an artificially positive shroud. She was, in a fundamental sense, an outsider, an oddity amidst the sea of paradoxical conformity.

"Why can't they see what I see?" Pinkie's internal voice echoed in her mind. "Why can't they feel me? Why was I born into this family? Why is this my life? Why am I so different?"

The isolation gnawed at Pinkie's soul, a constant reminder that she didn't belong. She yearned for acceptance…true acceptance by others, for a sense of belonging that seemed just out of reach.

"I'll become the life of the party," Pinkie's inner filly cried out, rattling off old thoughts from years ago. "I'll be the clown, the jester, the one who can always make others smile. Maybe then they'll accept me. Maybe then I won't feel so alone."

"I can’t be both silly and sincere," Pinkie's internal dialogue whispered, a newfound sadness and exasperation in her voice. "I can’t…

“I can’t do it…”

“I just can’t do it anymore……………”

Knowing she was spiraling, she snapped back to reality.

"This is going to be a taste explosion! Just like the good ol' days!" Pinkie muttered to herself, a deranged smile spreading across her face laced ever so slightly with a hint of genuine pain from bygone years commingled with nostalgia for the food she knew. Memories of hearty home-cooked meals and family gatherings fueled her empty enthusiasm. She had always loved a good Pannhaas; even though nowadays she was mostly a vegetarian, she couldn’t resist indulging when the dish was made with savory ingredients, especially when steeped in the familiarity and memories of her years spent on the rock farm.

With skilled precision, Pinkie Pie shaped the meatloaf mixture into a loaf, placing it gently into a baking dish. She admired her hoofwork, the anticipation of the final result making her tail shake and twitch to and fro with delight.

Once the meaty mixture was placed in the oven and began to sizzle, Pinkie's heart swelled. She couldn't wait to present this culinary masterpiece to Rarity, hoping that the taste would speak volumes and overshadow her past improprieties.

As the meatloaf baked in the oven, the enticing aroma filled Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie Pie couldn't help but bounce on her hooves with excitement. She knew that soon she would be able to share a taste of her sick Amish-inspired creation with her friends.

Finally, the meatloaf was ready. Pinkie Pie carefully removed it from the oven, the golden-brown crust glistening with savory goodness. She couldn't resist taking a moment to admire it before slicing into it, revealing the tender, flavorful interior. She broke off a small piece with her hoof… should she try it? What’s the harm anyway?

Taking the small piece and balancing it on her upturned hoof, she inspected the finished product. It certainly didn’t look much different than a normal scrapple or meatloaf.

Not giving it much additional thought, she slipped the piece of scrapple into her mouth, held it there for a tick, and then swallowed it greedily.

“Not half bad…” she thought, honestly impressed at her work. “Doesn’t even taste like fetus.”

With her culinary masterpiece ready, Pinkie Pie couldn't wait to share it with her friends. She knew they would be in for a delightful surprise. And so, with a wide grin on her face, Pinkie Pie was ready to spread joy and deliciousness throughout Ponyville…at least in her own way.

Within the hour, the scrapple had finished cooling and before Pinkie knew it the hour of the reconciliatory brunch had arrived. It was time to deliver the unholy concoction to Rarity.

With great anticipation, Pinkie Pie eagerly bounced over to Rarity’s boutique, carrying the pan with her scrapple in her hooves.

Knocking on the door, Pinkie Pie called to those inside. “Hellooooo, anypony home?”

From inside, she heard shuffling and then the slow unlocking of the front door. Rarity stood before her, her eyes clearly sullen and not back to their characteristically bright selves quite yet.

“Hi, Pinkie,” said Rarity morosely. “I guess you are here for the brunch Applejack arranged…Big Mac also stopped by to say…his apologies, I assume…Feel free to come in…” Rarity’s voice started to trail off as if she was lost in deep thought.

Seeing this odd behavior and knowing that she had to acknowledge it, Pinkie stepped in.

“Rarity…I know nothing that I could say or do right now could possibly make up for what I did. But…I just wanted to say I am sorry. Truly sorry.”

“Why are you telling this to me, asking me for forgiveness,” she retorted as she instinctively started crying. “You understand that you absolutely ruined my precious Sweetie Belle’s life.”

Lowering her voice to a whisper, she leaned in closer to Pinkie Pie, “I took her to the doctor’s you know. It turns out your little stunt with Big Mac got her pregnant.”

“Oh my Celestia, I…I had no idea!”

“And you know what else, darling?” Rarity added with an acerbic insincerity, “the physicians said this was her second pregnancy. She showed signs of a miscarriage and her hormones are completely out of whack for a filly her age.”

She intently looked Pinkie Pie up and down with suspicion, “I know you had something to do with this…I just can’t put my hoof on it. But you certainly were a ‘witness’ to the origins of Sweetie's current pregnancy, you traitor…I trusted you as a friend, and you led my sister and Big Mac to depravity!”

Pinkie looked down at the floor, ashamed.

“And what’s more, darling, Big Mac actually took the time to apologize to both me and Sweetie Belle right away. You, on the other hoof, have been barricading yourself in Sugarcube Corner like a hermit, not even gracing us with an explanation. Have you no shame?”

“Again, Rarity, I am so awfully sorry. But…if this is any consolation, I made meatloaf.”

“Ugh, I see you clearly have no intention to take this seriously; it’s par for the course with you, I guess. You better have a truly exemplary apology prepared for Sweetie Belle. She’s the one you’ll need to plead to.”

“Well,” Pinkie thought, “at least she didn’t call me out on any of the other things I did to Sweetie Belle…yet.”

Walking into the living room of Rarity’s home and sitting around the dining table, Applejack, Big Mac, and Sweetie Belle were sitting and talking. Once Pinkie sat down, all the other ponies were extraordinarily quiet; not a single smile could be seen on any of their serious and sullen faces.

“Hi, everypony! I brought my famous scrapple!”

Nopony answered Pinkie’s enthusiastic self-introduction.

Applejack, sensing the tension, decided to break the ice.

“Come on now, e’erypony! Why can’t we just get along here, nice and peaceful-like? Pinkie so generously made us a fine dish and Ah reckon it’s only decent to try what she has to offer!”

Acknowledging that Applejack was right, the rest of the ponies in attendance slowly eased up to Pinkie Pie’s presence.

Pinkie Pie placed her meatloaf dish at the center of the table and cut it up into smaller pieces, graciously scooping up some of the mush and placing it on the ponies’ plates.

“Come on, just give it a try. Please…pretty pleeease!”

With this encouragement, the ponies decided to acquiesce. As they took their first bites, their eyes widened. Pinkie couldn’t quite make out exactly what emotions this visible expression conveyed.

"Mmm, Pinkie. This is…interesting…" Rarity noted with a sort of clinical indifference. “What’s in this anyway?”

“Yeah, Pinkie,” entreated Sweetie Belle. “It tastes kind of…salty.”

“Eeeyup, and a tad metallic I reckon,” added Big Mac.

“Well, let’s just say it was made with love.”