Chasing Pinkie

~Chasing Pinkie~

~Beginning~

You awaken in a dim room, roped by your hands on the wall and a cloth over your mouth. You’re thoroughly trapped, confused and... naked? Yes, you feel the air on your legs tickle as you struggle to get free, but it’s no use. You’re just not doing any good. If anything, you seem to be hurting your wrists rather than breaking loose. Being in a bind like this is the last thing you needed in your life, but it makes for an oddly happy change, at least for the time being.

You look around the room, at the concrete walls and wonder what to do, but with things looking dismal, and your kidnapper’s identity still veiled in mysteries within your mind, you just wait, blowing your rising anger through your nose. Every twitch your hands give only proves how useless struggling is, but thankfully, you didn’t need to wait long. The door at the far end where stairs lead up to the top opened, light shined on the freely floating dust looming in the air, and hoof steps trotted down to your location. You see the face of Twilight of all mares looking you up and down with a sorrowed expression. Behind her is Pinkie, the mare behind this ordeal you find yourself in for sure. She has a party hat and a huge smile painted across her face.

“Oh my gosh, Twilight! So this is a human?”

Twilight looked down and said, “Yeah, it is... Happy birthday, Pinkie.”

It all made perfect sense now. You were nothing more than a present for the silly and adorable party pony. For some reason, you're okay with this. It’s not like they were doing you much harm. Well, except tying you up and gagging you with a distasteful cloth, but still, you couldn’t help but to smirk at the whole incident. Pinkie looked you up and down. “It sure is weird looking... and these things clop to us?”

That part was a bit unexpected, but Twilight confirmed, “Unfortunately... It’s just creepy, but it’s not that surprising. I guess, with the way we act, it’s hard not to.”

Pinkie made a sly, “Aww,” and said, “That’s so cute!” she looked you in the eyes with an attractive stare and finished, “It’s alright... I've been sorta clopping to you as well!”

You watched as Twilight brought up the portal showing you pull up porn pictures of your personal favorite pony, illustrated with sexuality rather than the general safeness. “It’s hard to believe these artists give us such an arousing look in their works... Look, there’s one of me. I look like I’m having fun, huh Pinkie.”

The party mare just gave a hum of happiness while bringing her hoof down to her slit. “You sure do...” She smiled at Twilight’s pleasured face on the greyish screen.

Upon noticing Pinkie beginning to stroke herself, Twilight gasped, “Hey, stop it! I didn’t pull that up for you to enjoy! I wanted to show the subject how we know about this!”

Giggling, Pinkie claimed, “I’m sure my present could’ve guessed. Besides, I saw you staring right at yourself, wanting for it to have actually happened. Such a naughty little filly you are!”

Twilight blushed, and you gave a muffled chuckle. The Alicorn turned her head to give you an unamused look. “Don’t antagonize her! She’ll get carried away!”

You raise your eyebrow, wondering if you should continue with this, thinking what a show it would be to watch Pinkie basically molest her friend. “Oh, Twilight. You know I’m saving my excitement for later. Well, assuming our friend here can catch me.”

All you can do at the moment is wonder what that could actually mean, while Twilight cleared her throat to explain. “You see, Pinkie found this book about a month ago depicting you, a human, as an incredibly talented being. She researched it, and found out just as you’re a myth in our world, we’re a children’s television show in yours. It’s stunning we've attracted the audience we have, but in any case, you’re here because she learned about how ponies from far in the past often used your kind for special reasons.”

“Sexual and fun reasons!” Pinkie corrected.

Twilight just looked at Pinkie, a bit annoyed. Then she continued. “It’s been at least over two thousand years since the last human being was brought to Equestria, but the book told me exactly how to transport you through trans-dimensional gateways of space, and bring you here. It was Pinkie’s special birthday wish, after all. Mainly, however, because it’s said you’re a great runner, and your hooves... That is, hands can do all sorts of things. Pinkie’s always been the experimental type, and it wasn’t as if I had much of a personal option. Naturally, I had no choice but to bring you here, because if I didn't, Pinkie wouldn't have shut up about it! I guess... Yeah, it’s safe to untie you now.”

Her magic grasped the ropes holding your hands and released them, letting you kneel for a bit and rub the faint scars they left. Twilight went ahead and healed them, making the burning lines disappear. You feel around your mouth and remove the folds so you can speak, but you wait for her to finish first.

“It’s Pinkie’s pleasure to welcome you to Equestria, but this stay will only be extended under one circumstance.”

“Yah gotta catch me!”

You stare at the mare’s bright smile and wonder what that means exactly. Twilight resumed, “Pinkie’s going to be running all over Ponyville, and you’ve gotta catch her. If you do, can you guess what your prize is?”

Blinking, knowing full well what you’ll win, you cheerfully say, “I get to ravage her, don’t I? I’ll be allowed to do as I please?”

Twilight nodded with a coy frown. “It’s not going to be easy, mind you. She’s a fast runner. All you’ve gotta do is track her down, grab her tail, and you win. It’s just that simple, but still a challenge.”

You stand and ask, “What about my clothes?”

Pinkie giggled and muttered, “That’s how you showed up!”

Twilight corrected, ”Actually, Pinkie, this human’s fabrics were destroyed during the transportation. I’ll just summon a new set for you.”

The shirt she formed with her enchantment was green in color, and had words that said The Equestrian Chaser across the middle of it, while your jeans were blue with streaking lines of pink running in different directions all around them. Both colors were unfashionable and highly tacky. You contemplate on why Twilight chose the patterns, but decide to ignore it. The sneakers were way more comfy than your usual shoes, for these were made for a good, long jog, while your other pair was for walking around in. “I can deal with this, and I like the whole premise of this situation,” you confidently stated. “Chase a mare, catch her, and then play with her... How hard can this be?”

Twilight chuckled. “You’d be surprised... Now then, there’s a thirty second wait you’ve gotta put up with first while Pinkie gets out of Sugar Cube Corner and heads wherever. In that time, I’ll explain the rules to you. Sound good?”

You start stretching your muscles in preparation while saying, “No problem!”

Pinkie gallops up the stairs and heads for the door. In an instant, she’s gone.

“Thirty seconds starting now. Okay, first rule, you’re not allowed to harm anypony in this world, but if they give you explicit permission to fondle them, that’s allowed, though very few will probably want you to do anything more than give them a hug. They have all been informed of who you are and what game we’re playing, but they don’t know what your reward is. If you tell them what you’ll win if you succeed, you lose.”

“Alrighty then,” you say, reaching up for the ceiling only to return to the ground and touch your toes.

Twilight then said, “Fifteen seconds. Second rule, you’re allowed to ask anypony where Pinkie is, and if they decided to lie, oh well. You can either choose to believe them or not. You also only have until the end of the day, till the sunset lands and the moon takes its place.”

“Seems like enough time...”

Finally, the last remaining seconds hit, and Twilight counts them down. “Five...” You lean down in a ready state. “Four...” Your eyes are directed and focused on the door visible up the stairs. “Three...” You grace the floor with your hand, ready to rocket out. “Two...” There’s hardly any chance of you failing this. “One...” With a lick of your lips and a curved down brow, you’re as ready as you could possibly be. “GO!”

You take of running, sprinting up the steps. Your hand grasps the doorknob, swings it open, and in no time at all you’re outside with your back facing the door that leads to the cellar of Sugar Cube Corner.