One Fateful Evening (Part I)
The unicorn felt a little sproing in between his legs as the moon burst out of the horizon. It had happened like clockwork at Sugarcube Corner ever since Mr.Cake-- in his "infinite wisdom" that Mr.Cake always praised-- decided to keep those gigantic windows open. That night, the unicorn quickly turned around and moved his body over to the kitchen counter. He glanced about nervously. Oh, thank goodness! Nopony in sight! His colthood was nice and hidden, anyways. He took a sigh of relief.
"Oh, vanilla! Yoo-hoo, where are you vanilla?" called out a familar squeaky voice. The unicorn jolted forward. A loud pitter-patter sounded out from the room next door. Pinkie Pie's smacked against the high shelves as she bounced along to reach up. The unicorn tensed up. He curled his head over. Even though she looked totally engrossed in this last set of orders, he didn't want to take any chances.
"Come on, seriously," he muttered. The throbbing wouldn't go down. If anything, trying to fight it pulsed it up even harder. The unicorn tried to think about something, anything, except that dark, sexy alicorn flying somewhere above Ponyville. He stared down at the pile of scones below him, but the sparkles of Princess Luna's glorious night shone out along the side of his head.
He instinctively scraped. That first flash of moonlight shone against his skin, and he felt Luna's magical imprint sparkling across his body from the tips of his frizzy pink mane and down into those deep bite marks on his neck. Those were complements of Nightmare Moon during their first time. It would have been his last time as well if she hadn't turned back into Luna a few hours later.
The unciron moved over twoards the skin. The turned on the water and then tried to splash it down towards his crotch. He panted. It didn't matter that Rarity's sash covered the bites up. He felt Princess Luna practically right beside him. And, of course, he was totally naked from the midriff down. Why! WHY did I wait yet ANOTHER flipping day to pick up my 'casual day wear' order from her!
The unicorn almost slammed his head into the sink for a second. He stopped. Idea! He pictured himself trotting behind Big Mac. He pictured himself sucking in Mac's horrible apple and wood spiked musk, burying his hooves in the dust soaked hay, and then pressing up hard against Mac's huge, sweaty tailhole.
Success! The erection died. The unicorn took another sigh of relief, and he leaned back away from the counter. Well then, I just need to get that last order...
A pink blur suddenly appeared in between his legs. "Whatcha doing Strawberry!" Pinkie yelled. The unicorn tumbled onto the side table, panting. Pinkie then reached backwards and traced her hooves along the edge of the counter where his colthood had rubbed up alongside. Her wide eyes locked against Strawberry's face.
"Nothing..." he muttered. The cheerful mare stepped off of the counter, twirled around, and then kicked the plate of scones onto her back. She made a huge smile.
"Well that sounds boring!" Pinkie called out. She rubbed her hooves against the tile to build some speed. She then flew out the side door. Strawberry's eyes trailed her as she went off to Pokey Pierce's place. He scratched the side of his head. Well, if you're getting that... does that mean we're all done?
"Yes, we are," Pinkie said. She then rolled out from underneath the table.
"Good," he blankly replied. Pinkie seemed her normal, random self. Yet something looked very, very wrong. He shifted back besides the skin.
Pinkie hopped around the whole kitchen-- sliding drawers shut and closing the windows and putting every last utensil away-- but she kept her eyes right on Strawberry's face. That's just... weird. He glanced back over to the corridors. Where the heck is Pitter Patter? Where's Tommy? Where's Mrs.Cake? Where's everypony else? Did they all leave home early or something?
Strawberry could barely make eye contact with Pinkie. She had locked her face in this goon-like expression. Her eyes stretched into horrible huge ovals with pulsing big pupils as if she had eaten two security cameras. Strawberry shook his head nervously. He then picked up a spray bottle and a rag.
A pink blur suddenly appeared on top of his shoulders. "Oh, no silly. I'll clean. You need to preserve your stamina," Pinkie said. She made a little giggle.
Stamina? Stamina! He wanted to ask her so many questions, but he couldn't even think where to begin. The whole place should be hustling and bustling right now as we close up. It's just... dead silence. He pictured his stuff in his locker and how close his apartment was.
Pinkie jumped over to Strawberry's side. She held her hooves just inches away from him-- barely avoiding touching him. Her eyes opened up even wider. "Oh, don't worry, they all left early for a wide variety of separate errands. All of which are totally unrelated to each other," she said.
Pinkie then hurled herself towards the closet. She turned around to put back the spray and rag. Strawberry trotted out of the kitchen. He shuts the door behind him. He skated over to the employee office. He flung open the door and then traced his hoof along the pile of locker after locker. Buck it... which one is it? He could never remember things well under pressure.
The side exit door seemed to gleam at him. "No, I'll just go," he muttered. He stepped off to the right. One of the locker doors below him suddenly swung open.
Strawberry crashed down against the floor. He immediately spun from his back over to his front. A familar pink tuft poked out of the now open locker.
"What? Strawberry, you leaving so soon?" Pinkie said. She curled herself out of the locker. She then plopped onto the middle of the floor.
"Yeah, I... uh..." he eked out. Pinkie's goon-face melted into something else-- something like a piece in Rarity's abstract art collection. "I was going to meet... Fluttershy for the preparation of the... bunny auction..." Neither quick thinking nor excuses were his strong suit.
"But Fluttershy is spending tonight with her visiting cousin," Pinkie said. She then wiggled her hooves behind herself, and she pushed a little closer to him.
"And also Twilight was--"
"But Twilight is at the Canterlot Atlas Foundation's 'Third Annual Conference on Adapted Expectations Forecasting'..." She pushed closer.
"And Apple Bloom and I--"
"But Apple Bloom is currently stuck plot up, face down in those maple trees over there from trying for her hot air ballooning cutie mark..." She pushed even closer.
"And... and..." Strawberry stammered, "Rarity wanted--"
"She's picking up her calamine lotion and penicillin..."
Strawberry winced.
"Well, they're called 'condoms'... And anyways..." Pinkie had moved herself just inches from his body. "I think you're just being silly, silly." She clapped her hooves together and smiled.
"Well, if you excuse me," Strawberry began. He popped up, and then he spotted a tiny greenish-brown cupcake inside of his emptied out locker. Hey, where's my stuff! You straggly pink dipstick!
"I made it for you!" Pinkie squealed. She kicked the back of his shoulders as she sat atop his head. "Now! It's time!" Strawberry span around and wiggled his top hooves together as he tried to get her off of him.
"Stop it!" Strawberry yelled.
"In comes the Choo-Choo," she cooed. She rubbed the back of his temple in some weird way. His mouth reflexively opened. "INTO THE TUNNEL." She forced the cupcake down his throat, wrapper and all.
Strawberry wanted to spit it out. He wanted to scream. Yet he immediately felt this tingling all down his throat and then down into his stomach. The tingling went down across his whole body. He blinked. A flurry of dark spots flashed across the sides of his eyes, and he could barely see. All of his senses just felt so... fuzzy.
"Timbeeeeeerrrrrr!" Pinkie called out. Strawberry sensed that he had collapsed onto the ground. The last thing he remembered was that pink mare leaning over him, grinning ear with ear with those horribly huge eyes.
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*Tap*
He shivered at the noise.
*Tap, tap*
He shifted over. He suddenly breathed in. He heard his own heartbeat, his own beating, and that awful tapping sound. He searched inside his mind for the feeling of his hooves. He couldn't sense a thing. He tried to blink. He couldn't see anything. He couldn't even feel his eyes.
"No..." he moaned. Well, at least I'm... alive? I guess? What the heck is this? A prank?
The tapping went on. Strawberry jerked himself over to the right. He then shifted over to the left. He noticed something moving, but he still didn't feel his body... not anymore. Whatever was left of his mind just focused on the awful tapping.
"Oh, goodness," Pinkie's voice said from somewhere. The sound appeared to come in all directions. "I used way too much. Let me give you a stimulant."
He winced at a sudden pain from the edge of his neck. He wiggled his head. He blinked, and he suddenly saw out. He couldn't see anything except darkness, but he could see. A shock went on from the tip of his bottom hoof. He jiggled. He felt a slight pain as well as a loud clang. The tapping noise went on. He concentrated, and then he held himself still. The tapping finished.
"What, still? Oh, and sorry about the restraint." He heard some kind of greasy metal pole rubbing against something. The tapping that he had made suddenly stopped. "Hmm... Oh, how silly of me! I gave you the wrong dose! Let me triple that right now!" Another pain erupted from his neck.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Strawberry screamed. He jumped up, and he shook every last inch of his body around.
"Glad to have you up and running again, Strawberry," Pinkie said somewhere behind him. Strawberry panted hard. He threw his head around in all directions.
His eyes ran across the dusty wooden ceiling with ancient looking boards dripping some ugly black fluid down the walls. Piles of old wooden and metal devices littered across the walls. He couldn't make out anything specifically, but he felt a chill at how dank and rusty it all looked.
His eyes ran along the paw-sized and hoof-sized chips in the dark grey wall-paint. Somepony had scraped against those walls in vain for a really, really long time. His eyes moved down to the dried red splatters every few feet along the bottom of the walls and on the floor.
Blood? He stared against the floor in front of him. His eyes bulged at every last pony-sized indentations in the hard concrete. Goodness knows what kind of force it took to... He tried to look around his body. His bottom hooves were locked tightly in metal cuffs. His front hooves felt some kind of weird cloth and rubber rubbing across them. He closed his eyes tightly.
"This is a dream. A dream. A dream. I'm at home. A dream. Please," he chanted. He tried not to cry. He then opened his eyes again.
Pinkie jumped right onto the floor besides him. She leaned over, and then she swooshed her mane over her face. Strawberry stared straight at her. The mare's goon-face had dissapeared. Her eyes had narrowed, and her smile had curled back deviously. She just oozed pure confidence from every inch of her face.
"Are you... you gonna..." Strawberry moaned. His eyes traced down her shoulder onto the ground underneath her. He stared at white tray. He focused his eyes and saw one horrible jagged instrument dripping with blood after another... all mixed in with some cup measures, whisks, spoons, beaters, and forks. "Make.. me... into..." He started to cry.
"Oh, that!" Pinkie squealed, glancing beneath her for a second. She then kicked the tray far along the ground behind her. "Oh, no, you silly!" She picked herself up onto the board of restrains that held Strawberry. "We're not making cupcakes today."
"We're... We're..."
Pinkie rubbed her mane and tail off of her body, and she raised her bottom left hoof onto Strawberry. Her face contorted into the craziest expression that Strawberry had ever seen. The unicorn's jittering head-- nervousness pouring out from every inch of it-- leaned down. His eyes grew wide. Pinkie panted. The globs of sticky wetness dripped from out beneath the pink mare's legs.
"We're not making cupcakes."
Strawberry gulped.
"We're making babies."
Strawberry jiggled about inside the restraints. He could barely comprehend what she had just said. "But... But... I'm here..." He glanced about the awful stone cellar. "And you're the one that's been making ponies into... baked goods?"
"A bakery? Where?" Pinkie bounced off of him and then landed atop a pile of cables. "Oh, no, silly!" She curled a few of the black cables across her bottom hooves. "This is--" She rubbed them up her legs. "The S&M Club's adjunct room, you nervous goose!"
"S&M CLUB?" Strawberry moaned. It just get's weirder and weirder... but then... His eyes moved over to the tray of tools across the room. Pinkie hurled herself over onto the wall. Paint chipped across her hooves. She knelt down and picked the tray up with her teeth.
The unicorn panted as the earth pony skipped over. A cheerful smile shot out from the unoccupied ends of her mouth. She smacked the tray down on the counter besides Strawberry with a loud 'clang'.
Pinkie held the longest knife right up in front of Strawberry's face. His eyes bulged as he stared at the thick redness coated all across the knife. Pinkie took gigantic breaths-- her mane almost sucking up into her mouth. She then moved the knife down Strawberry's face.
"Now," she declared, "Lick it."
The unicorn lowered his mouth, and he stuck his tongue out. He felt Pinkie lowering the knife into his mouth-- being very careful not to nick of slice any part of his tongue-- and then rubbing the knife left and right. He slurped. Sugary raspberry spread and... and... There's just a bit of blood here and there, not too much. Oh, goodness, I can't... I can't believe...
"How does it taste?" Pinkie squealed, "I'll bet your loving it just as much Mistress Shy-- what with all of the little 'accidental' scrapes she made as she frosted Roseluck." She giggled. She then curled her head over and locked eyes with Strawberry.
"Fluttershy frosted Roseluck..." Strawberry repeated.
Pinkie threw the knife onto the ground. She jumped up on top of Strawberry, bouncing about the board a little. She then leaned over, and she gritted her teeth as her face went inches from Strawberry. "YOU may address her as 'Mistress Shy' and 'Mistress Shy' ONLY in this room!"
"Yes," Strawberry whispered.
Pinkie then popped up and looked at the blank wall to the left. "Right! There we are, my..." She paused. Pinkie them tossed her head about sheepishly. "Oh, right, she's not here tonight. So silly of me." She turned back over to Strawberry. She then nudged the tray of tools over.
"I... I thought..." His voice grew fainter. "Cupcakes..."
"How silly, you little silly pants!" Pinkie called out, and she pulled herself up onto Strawberry's chest. Her sweet-smelling juices dripped down across the unicorn's skin. "Me!" She nudged herself a little lower. "Carving ponies into cupcakes!" She mixed an invisible bowl with her front hooves as she laughed. "Where did you possibly get that crazy idea?"
"The... the internet?"
Pinkie tossed her mane down onto Strawberry's face. She motioned over with a hoof and ran it delicately across the top of his head. "Enough silliness," she declared, "It's time for the--" She pulled up another tool. Strawberry strained to see, but the sight and scent of Pinkie's wonderful poofy mane overwhelmed his senses. "Fun to begin!"
*Wirrrrr*
Something clicked on inside Pinkie's hooves. Strawberry jiggled. His hooves pushed up against his restraints. He suddenly stopped. Pinkie cooed-- her juices growing even thicker down along his belly. Another something clicked on inside her hooves once again.
"Ahh... ahhh... ahh..." he whined. Burst after burst of tingles shot through the ends of his top two hooves. The rubbery somethings pressed deeper, and he felt the massages doing through his hooves right through his whole body. Pinkie squealed. She shifted a few inches up and then pressed her mane further onto Strawberry's face.
The unicorn felt the fluff over his tongue, and he instinctively started to lick. A wonderful, pure sugary sensation rubbed all across his nose, eyes, and all over his face. It felt like a thousand shots of energy all around his head and neck. The vibrations then moved around his hooves upwards along his shoulders. It curled around and then just poured into his chest. He cooed, and he breathed in Pinkie's soft scent.
"You know..." Pinkie began, and she lowered her peppy voice a little, "I did consider it... Back when everypony left me, my eyes traced around Dash and--" She made a nervous giggle. "I cut up into various cupcakes in my mind, yeah. But-- of course-- I never did it since baking is so much less fun--" She built up her voice-- the vibrators twirling around about his skin. "Than baby-making!" She let out a happy whine.
Pinkie bobbed backwards. The tips of her supple pink flank danced along his throbbing colthood. Strawberry gasped and gritted his teeth. Pinkie pulled her mane off of his face, and then he gazed up along her body. His eyes ran up their matching pink manes, totally intertwined. The mare then nudged the vibrators down across Strawberry's chest and belly. They traced along down her body-- looking for a perfect pleasure spot
Tingles then flooded into the faded black spots around his neck. Strawberry grunted and jiggled the restraints. Two parts pleasure and one part pain rocketed through his body. Nightmare Moon's magical burn marks pulsed and began to glow upon his skin.
"Oh, still a little scarred? You poor little colt!" Pinkie squealed. She kneaded the vibrations further into the burns. Strawberry could barely breathe. The sensations just overwhelmed him. Pinkie then nudged backwards a little more.
Those marshmellow-like curves of her soft, supple flank enveloped his colthood. The unicorn yelled. He contorted his face. Juices dripped from her slit all down between his legs. The sweet feelings along her skin seemed to rub off all over him like she sweat powered sugar. Pinkie leaned over once again. He gazed straight into those huge, beautiful eyes of hers.
Pinkie opened up her mouth and slurped across Strawberry's neck. She almost seemed to make a 'nom' sound as she moved up onto his chin and cheeks. She somehow managed to push the vibrators even deeper. His heart raced like crazy. Pinkie then shifted her head up.
She kissed him. Strawberry felt as if he just ate two cups of pure sugar. He locked his lips tightly against hers. She shoved her tongue straight down his throat. He licked about her mouth in turn. Strawberries, raspberries, white chocolate, dark chocolate, and other flavors flooded out from inside of her.
Pinkie rubbed her head left and right, then up and down, and then left and right again. She curled her body-- with the vibrators still on full blast-- a few inches lower. Her bubble-butt nudged up and down along his colthood over and over again.
Strawberry clenched again. He felt little dribbles of pre-cum popping out. I'm close. I'M CLOSE. I'm cloooooooseeee...
Pinkie immediately bounced up off of him. He gazed up at her marehood-- the layers of pink upon white flesh looking so beautiful that his mind went blank. He traced down along the thick globs of juice dripping down along her pretty pink legs and sticking across her hooves.
"Oh, NO YOU DON'T!" Pinkie yelled. Strawberry couldn't say anything back; he couldn't even think. He just panted. Pinkie then silently reached into the tray and grabbed a soaking wet towel.
She rubbed it across her face, head, and neck. Her mane-- doused in almost boiling hot water-- drooped down along her sides. Strawberry had always thought of Pinkie as an extremely attractive mare; he would give her a full ten out of ten comparable with Rarity or Fluttershy. Yet seeing her mane brought down long and flat against his skin-- soaking wet as well-- unlocked something inside his heart. Pinkie looked back at his pained, wanting face. She smiled.
She held up the towel and curled it up across him-- dripping hot water all along his neck, chest, and belly. She stood up a little bit higher, and then she leaned backwards. She nestled her hooves against his slippery wet body as she positioned herself. Eleven out of ten! Eleven out of ten! Strawberry stared down. His colthood-- throbbing just as hard as ever-- lined up perfectly under her beautiful slit.
"Strawberry," Pinkie cooed, and she played with her mane in between her front hooves, "You are... only allowed to... cum inside one place..." She moved a few inches down. "And... one place only." She let out a hungry whine.
