Hurt

2. Sweet as Sugar

It's been about a week. You had walked Fluttershy back to her cottage. She was limping. You haven't seen her since. You don't know what to think about what happened. On one hand, you feel terrible about what you did to Fluttershy. On the other, it was a thrill. You had never felt more alive as you did then and you want to feel it again. Contesting emotions stir around your head and you can't think.

"Fuck it" you say aloud to yourself. "I want some cupcakes."

You enter the bakery.

Hello? Mrs. Cake?"

Nothing. Damn. As you turn to leave your knees are taken out by a pink pony. She stands over your prone body.

"Hey Anon! Mr. and Mrs. Cake aren't in right now so they left me in charge so can I help you?"

She blinks rapidly. You climb to your feet and brush yourself off.

"Yeah, I just want a cupcake."

"One cupcake coming right up! And you get the super duper bestfriend discount price of only one bit!"

You reach into your pocket and fish out the coin. You hold out your hand. As she reaches fir it, she accidentally hits your hand and sends the coin flying.

"Oopsie! I'll get it!"

She trots over to where the coin landed and bends down, grabbing it with her mouth. Giving you a good view of her plot. Well then.

"Here you go!"

She hands you your cupcake. What to do? You can hear the tiny devil and angel debating.

You've never felt that way about Pinkie Pie...

But you also never felt that way about Fluttershy until a week ago.

She's your friend.

Here's your chance to feel the rush again.

You can almost hear your brain cranking as your thoughts rush.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

You jump at the sudden input and drop your cupcake.

"Oh no! Don't worry, I'll clean that right up!"

She grabs a rag in her mouth and starts to clean the frosting off the floor, her rear end waving around in full view as she does so. You snap. Yeah, lets do this.

Your hands are shaking so hard they're a blur as you grab Pinkie Pie by the hips.

"Wha-hey!"

You swiftly pull her towards you. Her front legs fall out from under her, leaving her butt stuck in the air.

"Ow! Anon, horseplay is one thing, but this is too rough!"

You place a hand between her shoulder blades, holding her to the floor. With your free hand you begin to feel around her crotch. Her breathing gets heavy.

"Anon, no! Don't touch me there!"

You find your target and stick a finger inside. Pinkie shrieks and tries to jump up. You slam her back down into position.

Shhh. I don't want to hurt you, Pinkie. But I will if I have to."

She begins to sob as you continue your work.

"I thought we were friends!" she wails over and over.

It's too much. You continue to pin the shaking pony with one hand as you clumsily pull your pants and boxers down at the same time. You grab her hips with both hands and guide yourself toward her.

"No, please!"

As the tip of your member brushes her, she tries to run. You maintain your grip on her hips as she struggles. Eventually she gives in and and starts crying harder than ever. You drag her back to you and enter her in one swift motion.

"No! Stop!"

You rhythmically pound the pink pony as she cries. You can feel the sensation building and Pinkie's sobs drive you over the edge. As you shoot inside her, you hear her gasp through the sobs. You pull out of her, your seed spilling over the floor. She collapses to the floor, her sobbing slowing down. You pick the crying pony up in your arms. Her hair looks... different. Straight, instead of poofy. You carry her up the stairs to her room, and lay her on her bed. As you exit the room, you hear her start crying again. You descend the stairs and head toward the door. You grab a cupcake on the way out.