Saving Advice

by CDFA

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Tragedy, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other
Length: 3109

After the death of their parents, Pumpkin Cake was desperate for money. She took up the art of prostitution to support herself and her drug-addicted brother, but when things turn sour, she remembers the words of her favorite babysitter.

After the death of their parents, Pumpkin Cake was desperate for money. Alone, and having to take care of her drug addicted brother, she took up the art of prostitution to keep them alive. However, things turn sour quickly, and she faces death. She remember, though, the words of her favorite babysitter, Pinkie Pie, and makes her terrible situation a little less terrible.

Not a serious fic. Based on an idea after this ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhhY0Oy3hnU ).

Alternatively known as "The Time I Destroyed My Own Crediblity."

Published 2013-01-28 02:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-28 02:20:01 UTC

The Words Flowing in My Mind

Contemplating the past events of your life really is pointless when you're dead. However, I feel it necessary to do so, to tell the world of the horrors I have experienced, to show the world that saviors do exist.

Introductions. I'm Pumpkin Cake. My brother is Pound Cake. We spent our lives living inside of the Sugarcube Corner Bakery, where our parents, whom we only knew as Mom and Dad, made assorted treats for whomever felt the need to order. We were the only bakery in town, but business wasn't always that good, and it was a struggle to survive. Mom and Dad made it work, though.

It was about a year into my life, I was told, that things started going downhill. You see, I'm a unicorn, and my brother is a pegasus, but both of our parents are earth ponies. My dad, when people first started asking, had some spiel planned out about how his distant cousins were pegasi and unicorns. However, the issue pressed on him with each day that he was asked the question.

"Are you sure about that? I don't think genes travel that far?"
"I don't even think they look much like you"
"You sure your wife hadn't been sleeping with other ponies?"

Turns out, Mom was sleeping with other ponies. Nobody knows who they were, and sadly, nobody would ever be able to find out. That's because after Dad found out, he became incredibly pissed. I forget what Pound and I were doing, but I vaguely remember the sound that I heard. I heard my mother begging for forgiveness, I heard her scream for him not to strap her down to the bed, I heard her beg him not to rape her, I heard her beg him to not shove the knife in her stomach, I heard her scream as she begged someone to come and save her, and I heard her final breaths as she departed this world. I didn't think much of it, honestly, because I was a baby. I was probably concerned, since babies aren't too much liking to loud screams, but my innocent mind would never think that dad had done something bad to mom.

Dad was thrown in jail a a week later after they found traces of his semen inside of her. I saw pictures of the crime scene around the time I was thirteen, and saw that Dad had tried to saw out Mom's vagina with a knife to get rid of evidence, but his semen was already too deep inside her. Her body was mutilated beyond belief, and blood filled the blanket under her as well as the mattress under the sheets. I would have loved to go talk with dad sometime during my life. However. . . he killed himself upon entering jail. He didn't look like the kind of guy that could handle the brutality of jail, from pictures that I saw of him. He probably did himself a favor.

Now, with our parents gone, we were put into government orphanages. Nobody wanted us, though. They'd say we were cute, but we were the children of a murderer (which, thinking back on it, is pretty stupid seeing as he wasn't actually our dad. However, people always find reasons to be picky about adopting the right baby), so we were stuck in that hellhole.

We had one constant visitor, from what I could remember. Her name was Pinkie Pie, a bubbly pink pony with a frizzly pink mane and tail (darker than her pink body.). She always seemed to be incredibly happy, even when she was in a place where children suffered with no parents. She'd bring us toys and play with us, sometimes bring us snacks, and made us feel loved.

"Why don't you take us home?" I asked about seven years into my stay at the orphanage.

"Well. . . Auntie Pinkie did some bad things a long time ago and they think I'm too dangerous to take care of ponies!" Pinkie responded to me.

I learned later that she had been cooking cupcakes for my parents, and had done. . . something to them. 25 ponies died of food poisoning that day. The ordeal went on for many years, but Pinkie had blamed it on a meek mailpony named Derpy Hooves. She apparently had a mental disability, and was not considered a trusty enough witness to testify for herself, so it was Pinkie's word that sent her in jail. She stayed out on bail for a while until her trial hit (and with Ponyville's slow judicial system, it took a few years), but her involvement eventually fizzled until she became non-existent. However, the issue stayed tacked onto Pinkie's record and ruined her, had it not been for the kindness of my parents.

Pound and I were kicked out of the orphanage after 17 years of living there. That was all our life was. We had basic education while we were there, but it wasn't like we could get a job anywhere. The bakery was closed down after my mother's murder, and no other bakery ever popped up. The case had been mostly forgotten, but it sat in the back of many pony's minds, and the mention of our names would spark it back up to them.

I didn't know what to do, honestly. Two eighteen year old ponies living in a group of boxes nearby an abandoned bakery (which had now been turned into a bank, if I recall correctly). Pound didn't really seem to care, though. After a few nights on the streets, he got hooked on hoofijuana and spent his days trying to steal it from others for his self pleasure. I was pretty much on my own for survival.

Pinkie wasn't an option. She was currently in a mental institution, probably after just snapping from being so happy all of the time, I never learned why. She had no children, no husband, and her family's location was completely unknown to me. Other ponies would deny us when I asked them, especially since my brother had gotten hooked on drugs. I only had one option. . .

* * *

"Ya lookin' for a good time?" I asked a skinny brown pony with unkempt hair and untrimmed blotches of facial hair.

"WHORE!" He screamed as he ran away, jumping inside of an apartment building a few blocks away.

It was hard being a prostitute, honestly. Ponies made it seem like you just jiggled your vagina around and customers would be mounting you instantly. However, that was never the case. I had already been called a whore, slut, and one pony even called me a communist.

However, as I walked around the dark streets, when most ponies were sleeping, I was grabbed and dragged into an alleyway.

"You lookin' ta get fucked?" A raspy voice asked me as I was thrown to a wall, too scared to scream.

"Y-Y-Yeah. . . 30 b-bits f-for e-e-each orgasm. . . I-I'm a v-v-virgin. . ." I stammered out nervously.

I heard multiple voices laugh as I whimpered.

"Ah, virgins! My absolute favorite! But toots, I ain't plannin' on payin' ya." He explained. "Get the rope and dildo."

I shivered. What was the point of being here if he wasn't going to pay me? Why would he b-

Memories flashed to me about my mother. I could do nothing but scream. I was going to die here.

"Gottem, boss" A higher and more nasally voice sneered, tossing a red ribbed dildo and a few yards of rope towards him.

"Allright. Virgin girl. Let me teach ya about gettin' fucked. First of all, ya better plan on widening that butthole of yours if you want anybody to fuck you." The raspy voice explained. I was grabbed on all four of my hooves and brought up to a standing position. My body wanted to run, my brain wanted to run, I wanted to escape. . . but my body and brain didn't connect, I was paralyzed. A few of the ponies slapped my ass as each of my hooves were tied to poles nearby the area, so I couldn't move them or bend them. I felt a rope being tied around my body and tied to two more poles, so my stomach was stuck in its position. I was nothing more at this point than a stiff sex doll. I could not move, I could not bend, I could not do anything. . . I couldn't do anything but cry and scream.

"We ain't got any laxatives for ya." The raspy voice mumbled as I felt a huge pain enter my rear end. I screamed in horrid pain.

"Damn, boss, her butt's pretty fuckin' tight!" A dopey voice called out.

"Let me try, you fucking idiots" The raspy voice growled. It was silent for a few seconds, but then I felt pain unlike any other. Probably a few of my anal insides were torn as the dildo went deeper and deeper inside of me, pushing any feces I had inside of me back up into my stomach.

"Ya fuckin' kicked it?!" The dopey voice cried out.

"You have any better ideas, you shithole?" The raspy voice asked. "Anyways, next. . . the big moment. . . I ain't tryin' to get your virgin blood all over my dick. After all, it IS pretty legendary. However. . . whoever gets it first gets it."

I immediately heard the stomping of hooves as the ponies sprinted towards me, all grabbing my rear end as they attempted to mount me. I tried closing the edges of my vagina, but a penis (and at one point, two) broke the seal and many others fought for space to travel inside of the lusciously warm hole. I screamed again as a champion came out and broke my virginity immediately after shoving himself inside.

"WHAT?! The fucking newbie Pound got it?! Shit, she was a virgin too!" A high pitched voice complained.

"Heh. . . heh. . . y-yaaaaa I got it. . . heh, I'll pound her all right. . .heh. . ." An uncontrolled and slack-jawed voice moaned out as I felt my shoulders being grabbed by a set of hooves.

"POUND?!" I screamed out, breaking from my natural fit of tears and screams.

"Dude. Duuuuuudde. Thaaaaat's right, Im poundin' ya. Boss said that if I fuck one more person, he'll give a whole bag of hoofijuana!" Pound giggled as he shoved his fairly large penis deeper inside of me, not caring about my pain. He was obviously already on probably a bag of hoofijuana anyways to not recognize who exactly he was having sex with, but there was no saving him. There was no magical way to tell him "Hey, you're having sex with your sister" when the effects of hoofijuana went deep enough. I just had to deal with it that my virginity was being taken in a dark alley way by my brother.

His penis was actually very warming, very large, and had a few bumps that made my womanhood scream as they rubbed besides the wall of my wettening vagina. Granted, I wasn't really in a horny mood, so my vagina wasn't as wet as any man would want it, but he was high enough to where any feelings would be good to him. He grunted as he trust his throbbing cock deeper inside of me, licking the edge of my ear as he put his full length inside of me. His balls rubbed against the walls of my vagina, proving a bittersweet feeling as I moaned and screamed at the same time. My mind was filled with my natural womanly sexual instincts as he explored inside of me.

Make me cum you sorry bitch.

I knew that I wasn't cumming today, that wasn't possible as I was fearing for my life and being raped by my brother. But his cock grew bigger and bigger inside of me as he coughed and growled and moaned, thrusting hard and harder, stomping his hooves into the ground and he tried standing up higher to pull his penis in different angles for more pleasure. However, the sex didn't last for very long, as he ejaculated deeply inside of me, while I screamed out of pleasure and pain. He kept himself mounted on me, even as I could feel his penis retracting back inside of him.

"HE FUCKING FELL ASLEEP." The high pitched voice screamed.

"If you want to fuck her, that's your problem, then. Now. . . for me. . ." The raspy voice growled. The darkness blocked his face, but in front of me, a fully erect and throbbing dark brown penis full into full view, as I saw some of his grey body where the penis protruded from. I shivered once again, as I felt hooves kicking onto my side, trying to get Pound off of me.

"Please. . . please don't kill me." I whimpered.

"You talk and awful lot. Whore." The raspy voice sneered as I saw him (or at least my limited view of him) go up in the air, as if he were to mount me, and attempt to shove his penis inside of my mouth. I did my best to keep my mouth closed, but he would strike me repeatedly in the face with his throbbing and warm length. I couldn't help but scream again, as he took the chance to silence me with his cock.

This was much less pleasurable than the sex from my brother, who somehow managed to stay mounted on me even with all of the kicking. His penis went in and out of my mouth painfully, as he took no time to reach the back of my mouth.

"NO TEETH, YOU WHORE" He screamed as he slapped me. "AND AS FOR YOU, POUND, GET THE FUCK OFF. THIS IS MY SLUT." I felt pound's derect penis flow out of me as I heard a thud. The other ponies immediately tried re-mounting me, but were immediately pushed off and screamed at for doing so. I was stuck with just a horrid pony who had no interest in pleasuring me, or possibly even keeping me alive.

He shoved his hips deeper into my face, blocking off a good amount of my breathing, as his penis went deeper inside of me, as if he were trying to penetrate it through the back of my throat.

"You know. . . virgin. . . there's no point in having tainted meat after your first time." The raspy voice moaned as he struck my back once again, shoving streams of pain across my entire body.

Yup. I was done for.

I tried to scream for help, but his penis was growing more and more as he made no signs of stopping. It grew warmer and warmer as well, as the friction made his length throb even more with heat.

I had to get out. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. I tried to think of a plan. . . tried to think with my limited life skills. . . suddenly, it hit me.

The room was filled with a fun air as Pound and I played in our living space, the one that mom and dad would put us in every night as well as most of the day. Auntie Pinkie walked in after answering the door and saw our antics. After scolding Pound cake for jumping on the bed, she came up to me.

"AND YOU, YOUNG FILLY! We do NOT put anything in our mouth that we cannot safely and properly digest!"

Safely and properly digest. . . anything in our mouth. . . the words flew across my mind a few more times. I didn't know what I was doing. . . but I had to stop this torture somehow.

I bit down on his penis as he shoved his full length in once again, moaning loudly.

"You SLUT! I said NO TEETH" He screamed as he slapped my body once again. I didn't let go, though, I just bit harder and harder. My retaliation was met with more painful jabs to my sides.

Come on, Pumpkin Cake, you can do it. . . safely and properly digest him. . . maybe then, he'll be so scared of my strength that he'll let me go. . .

I was stupid. I didn't think that though. I wasn't strong enough to really do anything more than break maybe one vessel on his cock. I was still strapped up, too! Even if I had torn off his cock, he wouldn't have untied me! But. . . it was the only thought I had. It was the only idea a stupid orphan pony like me could think of.

I felt a sharp object tear into my side. I bit his penis even harder to make some of the pain go away, but it still destroyed me inside.

"NO TEETH, NO TEETH, NO TEETH" He screamed as I felt more jabs into my sides. I felt blood flowing out of me and heard it spilling onto the floor, as my legs shook but stayed upright due to the ties.

"I got you, boss!" The dopey voice chuckled as he trotted over towards me. I looked to my side and saw a bloodstained knife.

Was he really going to st-

Darkness filled my body and soul as I felt nothing more than life escape from me. I honestly was expecting it, and I knew it was bound to happen during this ordeal. . . however, what would I have done without thinking of that advice? I would have taken it and died a stupid whore who did nothing for herself. I never learned protection or anything. Hell, I didn't even know how many numbers were in the alphabet! But the one person who seemed to care about me, the one person that stayed in my life for as long as possible, Auntie Pinkie. . . she made me who I was, and even though I died a horrible death. . . I died it with at least a little honor, the little honor that was available to an orphaned prostitute. I died someone. . .

We are not defined in life by how successful we are in the spectrum of the world. . . but rather we are defined by who makes us who we are, and how successful we are with our circumstances in life.

Author's Note

Why did I write this.