Hurt

3. Fresh From the Oven

You haven't seen Pinkie Pie since yesterday. You'd say this is a good thing. Partially because she'd probably end up freaking out on you, and also because you don't think you could live with yourself had you saw her.

You wander through Ponyville, trying to get some fresh air. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining. The wind is blowing. Birds are chirping. You catch a whiff of something that smells delicious and absently follow it. As the smell gets stronger, your mouth begins to water. Finally, you find the source. A plate on a windowsill. And those are... oh, ok, that makes sense. You turn around but you hear a voice from the window behind you.

"Hey, Anonymous! Wanna come inside for some muffins?"

You smile.

"Sure, Derpy."

You step inside her tiny house. You've been friends with Derpy for a while now, but you'd never seen her home. It's pretty messy. Picture frames on the walls are all crooked, and the walls themselves seem to be covered in cracks. As you're wondering why, Derpy awkwardly flies by you and into the kitchen, bumping into the wall on the way. Ah. That'd explain it. She has the muffins laid out on the table as you enter the kitchen.

"Help yourself!" She exclaims, doing the same herself.

You grab one. Still nice and warm. Taking a bite is ecstasy. Absolutely delicious.

"Mmm! These are fantastic!"

Derpy giggles with a slight blush. "Glad you like them!"

She seems nervous.

"Are they... better than Pinkie's cupcakes?"

"Well, that wouldn't be fair of me to say. After all, I've always preferred muffins."

She seems delighted at the news, and gives you a hug. Wow. She's pretty soft...

You awkwardly return her embrace. You slowly run your hands down her back. Lower. Lower...

"A-anonymous!?"

In her shock she stops flapping her wings, but you grab her, holding her up.

"Shhh."

You kiss her briefly, but she breaks free.

"Stop it, Anonymous!"

She tries to fly, but you grab her hind leg. You slam her on her back onto the table, crushing the muffins. As you drop your pants, she beings to cry.

"Not you too, Anonymous! Not you too! I thought you were different!"

You pull the squirming pegasus closer to you.

"No! Let me go, Anon! We can still be friends!"

You slowly inch yourself inside Derpy.

"Nooo why why? Why me!?"

You pick up speed, thrusting inside the crying pony. You run your hand across her shuddering chest. Good god she's soft.

You put too much weight on her. There's is a cracking sound, and her shoddy table collapses. Derpy takes the opportunity to attempt to fly away, but you grab her out of the air again and pull her down in front of you. She lands on all fours. You grab her hips and take her from behind this time. She seems to have given up protesting and just cries. You feel yourself getting closer and closer until you release inside her. Satisfied, you pull out. You redress and head for the door.

"Why Anonymous?"

You stop.

"Why does this always happen to me? Nobody likes me because of the way I am, and all the stallions make me do dirty things with them."

She breaks down crying again.

"Why can't I just have a friend?"

You stand there silent for a few moments. Then without a word, you open the door and leave.