FP Riffs 7: Rarity's Generous Plan, Part 3
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I hope you appreciate what I do for you people. It isn’t always easy, and in cases like this, it isn’t always fun.
Alright, let me expand a little on that. For those not in the know, the simplest way to piss me off in an MLP fanfic is to mishandle and destroy Pinkie Pie’s character. There are several stories with gargantuan fanbases that fall into this trap, and I hate all of them for it. Well, that among other, more valid and glaring reasons.
This chapter... this chapter is the bane of my existence.
Well, enough chit-chat. “Rarity’s Generous Plan,” chapter three. Pinkie Pie.
I hope you appreciate what I do for you people. It isn’t always easy, and in cases like this, it isn’t always fun.
Alright, let me expand a little on that. For those not in the know, the simplest way to piss me off in an MLP fanfic is to mishandle and destroy Pinkie Pie’s character. There are several stories with gargantuan fanbases that fall into this trap, and I hate all of them for it. Well, that among other, more valid and glaring reasons.
This chapter... this chapter is the bane of my existence.
Well, enough chit-chat. “Rarity’s Generous Plan,” chapter three. Pinkie Pie.
Fallen Prime: Oh, that’s not fair! How can you say that about Transformers: Dark of the Moon?
Rarity: It is! It’s a dreadful experience! The characters hardly have any character, the story is a mess, the climax is an hour long, and the ending is impossibly anticlimactic and abrupt!
Fallen: Well, you have to give credit to the visual effects.
Rarity: I would if I could see most of them through the explosions and motion blur!
Fallen: But... but Shockwave! Shockwave is best Transformer, and he’s in this movie!
Rarity: Hardly. He had one line, and he did NOTHING during the siege of Chicago beyond dying! I think that gigantic serpent pet of his was more important than-
Fallen: Driller.
Rarity: ...beg pardon?
Fallen: It’s called a Driller.
Rarity: In supplementary materials that the average moviegoer would not be familiar with?
Fallen: ...maybe.
Rarity: There you have it.
Fallen: Well, I was a bit saddened by the fact that he was reduced to a bit part even though he was marketed as the main villain. But let’s face it, they had to mask the twist with Sentinel Prime.
Rarity: It was a nice twist, but it was abrupt and clumsily handled.
Fallen: They did better in the comic adaptation. Ended up killing those fucking Twins from Revenge of the Fallen when he went rogue. GOD they were stupid.
Rarity: They were also absent from this film. Otherwise I may have known who you were referring to. Why did you only show me the third film anyway?
Fallen: ...the others weren’t on Netflix and I lost my copy of the first. Look, it doesn’t matter. The movie’s flawed as all hell, I know, but I still love it.
Rarity: I just found it obnoxious and agonizing. Now that OTHER film you showed me, The Princess Bride, THAT was cinema!
Fallen: You’re very welcome.
Pinkie Pie: Hi, Primey! What are we doing?
Fallen: Talking about movies. I take it we’re about to do chapter three of “Rarity’s Generous Plan?”
Pinkie: Yep! We’ll be starting any minute now!
Fallen: Oh joy. Well, might as well shut this thing off so we can- wait. How did you get in here, and why?
Pinkie: I’m your next guest, silly!
(With that stunning revelation, the armory doors slam shut and lock.)
Rainbow Dash: (from TV) And I’m running the controls all by myself this time. Vinyl Scratch was frustrating to work with.
Pinkie: It’s not her fault, Dashie!
Dash: You’re right. It’s kind of yours for not leaving proper instructions.
Fallen: ...I just realized something.
Rarity: What is it?
Fallen: If Pinkie Pie is our companion this time...
Pinkie: Yep! The chapter’s about me!
Fallen: This. Is going. To SUCK.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Rarity: It is! It’s a dreadful experience! The characters hardly have any character, the story is a mess, the climax is an hour long, and the ending is impossibly anticlimactic and abrupt!
Fallen: Well, you have to give credit to the visual effects.
Rarity: I would if I could see most of them through the explosions and motion blur!
Fallen: But... but Shockwave! Shockwave is best Transformer, and he’s in this movie!
Rarity: Hardly. He had one line, and he did NOTHING during the siege of Chicago beyond dying! I think that gigantic serpent pet of his was more important than-
Fallen: Driller.
Rarity: ...beg pardon?
Fallen: It’s called a Driller.
Rarity: In supplementary materials that the average moviegoer would not be familiar with?
Fallen: ...maybe.
Rarity: There you have it.
Fallen: Well, I was a bit saddened by the fact that he was reduced to a bit part even though he was marketed as the main villain. But let’s face it, they had to mask the twist with Sentinel Prime.
Rarity: It was a nice twist, but it was abrupt and clumsily handled.
Fallen: They did better in the comic adaptation. Ended up killing those fucking Twins from Revenge of the Fallen when he went rogue. GOD they were stupid.
Rarity: They were also absent from this film. Otherwise I may have known who you were referring to. Why did you only show me the third film anyway?
Fallen: ...the others weren’t on Netflix and I lost my copy of the first. Look, it doesn’t matter. The movie’s flawed as all hell, I know, but I still love it.
Rarity: I just found it obnoxious and agonizing. Now that OTHER film you showed me, The Princess Bride, THAT was cinema!
Fallen: You’re very welcome.
Pinkie Pie: Hi, Primey! What are we doing?
Fallen: Talking about movies. I take it we’re about to do chapter three of “Rarity’s Generous Plan?”
Pinkie: Yep! We’ll be starting any minute now!
Fallen: Oh joy. Well, might as well shut this thing off so we can- wait. How did you get in here, and why?
Pinkie: I’m your next guest, silly!
(With that stunning revelation, the armory doors slam shut and lock.)
Rainbow Dash: (from TV) And I’m running the controls all by myself this time. Vinyl Scratch was frustrating to work with.
Pinkie: It’s not her fault, Dashie!
Dash: You’re right. It’s kind of yours for not leaving proper instructions.
Fallen: ...I just realized something.
Rarity: What is it?
Fallen: If Pinkie Pie is our companion this time...
Pinkie: Yep! The chapter’s about me!
Fallen: This. Is going. To SUCK.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
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Chapter 3: Pinkie Pie
Fallen: Let’s just... let’s just get this over with.
The door to SugarCube Corner swung wide open,
Pinkie: This was the day before it was renamed CamelCase Corner!
and its most enthusiastic occupant poked her head out to see her first guest had arrived. A familiar young blue unicorn colt with wavy, shock white hair stood on the store's front step.
Rarity: You were doing SO well with terminology before now. Why suddenly switch “stallion” for “colt?”
Fallen: Um... the author couldn’t even remember the word “mare.” He wasn’t doing THAT well.
"This is where the party's at, right?" He smiled.
"Oh, hi Pokey!" Pinkie Pie responded with her usual glee. "You're awfully early! The party's not for another two hours!"
Pinkie: You could’ve got somepony else more fitting than Pokey.
Fallen: Oh god, it’s not gonna be penetration. It’s gonna be impaling.
He nodded, walking right past her, in through the open door. "So I'm fashionably early," he smirked. "You don't mind?"
Rarity: “Actually, I do. Get out!”
She slammed the door, not out of anger or frustration, but simply out of her abundance of energy. "Oh no! I don't mind, not at all! I wish everyone showed up early!"
Pinkie: That’s silly! If I wanted everypony to come over sooner, I’d set the time of the party to earlier in the day!
He knew this girl. Bubbly. Too bubbly. Seemed like she could be a lot of fun in the right circumstances. Great ass. Curvy. A touch on the heavy side,
Pinkie: HEY!
but he liked them that way. Too bad she was always surrounded by those other dumb fillies.
Rarity: HEY!
"Not me." Pokey muttered, slinking toward the punchbowl.
As he passed Pinkie Pie, he noticed the balloons on her flank. He'd never really paid attention to her cutie mark before. Something in him twitched instinctively, a reflex at that visual.
Fitting, he thought.
Fallen: ...yeah. That’s the whole point of a cutie mark. To fit the individual.
He smirked.
The colt helped himself to the punch. As usual.
Rarity: Are you sure you’re not confusing Pokey for Berry Punch?
Pokey was something of a party animal. The difference between him and Pinkie, however, was that he didn't organize parties. He just crashed them.
Pinkie: Actually, he’s not like that. He does pop balloons, but that’s because I ask him to. Makes cleanup that much easier!
In fact, Pokey had come straight here from a masquerade party on the edge of town. They had great punch there. Strong. Tasted kind of funny. Strong, maybe spiked too.
Fallen: Blame Berry for that.
Rarity: Fallen, that is insensitive! I know Berry Punch is more liberal with her alcohol consumption than any of us, but she still knows her limits and drinks in moderation!
Wouldn't be the first time he'd had spiked punch. Good, though. Not like this. This stuff was for foals. Tasted like no alcohol at all.
Pinkie: So? You don’t need to get drunk to have fun!
It's thanks to that party that he knew about this one. That one filly in the black mask told him about it.
Rarity: Let me guess-
Fallen: OH yeah.
She gave him something, too. To bring along. A gift.
After all, it would be rude not to bring a gift to a birthday party.
Pinkie: It’s... my birthday?
Fallen: And this chapter has taken a turn for the worse before ever whipping any dicks out. Wait, don’t you usually know what happens in-
Pinkie hopped over to him. She literally bounced across the floor. He took another sip, looking over the glass at her. This girl's switch must have been stuck on "MAX".
Fallen: If she were stuck on “CHARLIE,” things would’ve gotten hectic.
"I hope you don't mind if I set up while you make yourself at home! I still have LOTS of preparing left to do!" she offered, twisting her head sharply to one side as she spoke. It almost looked painful. But she clearly didn't mind.
Rarity: I never understood how you could do that without injuring yourself.
Pinkie: Oh, I just have really high pain tolerance!
"Sure." He shrugged, refilling his cup. Maybe there was alcohol in here. Maybe it was just weak. Better to be sure.
Rarity: He came to intoxicate himself, and he will drain the punch bowl if it meets that end!
She busied herself about the store at a frantic pace. With Mr and Mrs Cake away
Rarity: Just... away.
Fallen: Obviously somewhere they felt comfortable taking the kids. But hey, at least this means the rapist won’t be Carrot Cake.
Rarity: It was already going to be Pokey.
Fallen: Hush.
until the party began, the store was empty, and in the silence of their absence there was only Pinkie Pie's excited humming and sashaying about the draped streamers and floating balloons.
Fallen: But they weren’t streamers and balloons. They were organs!
It looked festive already, but for the parties Pinkie usually threw, this wasn't even the halfway point. Pokey looked around, took in the bright decor. By the time she was done, he thought, it would look like a clown threw up all over the room.
Rarity: That’s a pleasant visual.
But he found it hard to complain. A party was a party, however dopey.
He'd been to Pinkie's parties before, and they all followed that same trend. So of course, he took some small pleasure in destroying that innocent aesthetic. Sure, popping her balloons was an equally childish thing to do, but it gave him some measure of satisfaction in the face of the sugary-sweet atmosphere.
Pinkie: I JUST explained what’s wrong with that! Pokey’s actually really nice!
He was brought out of his idle thoughts when the hot pink earth pony
Pinkie: I’ll take that as a compliment!
hopped up next to him on the table.
"'Scuse me!" she bubbled, reaching up on her hind legs to fasten more streamers across the walls and ceiling.
His eyes again fell on her backside.
Pinkie: That... I won’t.
Fallen: I hope you don’t really have rampant perversion like this in Ponyville.
Such enticing curves for a young filly like her. Then again, was she really that much younger than he was? Maybe it was just the way she acted that made him see her as young. How old was she anyway?
Fallen: In terms of age number, a year older than she was the day before.
Might be awkward if someone asked and he didn't know, on her birthday.
He kept staring. Pinkie didn't notice.
Pinkie: I’m SO noticing! I’m reading about it right now!
She hopped down and he brought his eyes back to the punchbowl, as if nothing had happened.
"Sorry I'm so distracted!" she offered, trotting lightly past him, "But I gotta finish setting up before the other guests arrive!
Fallen: “I’d be focusing on you, but I’m too busy focusing on OOH A BUTTERFLY!”
I still have to put up the rest of the balloons, and set up the table for the cake, and oh! There's got to be a place for the presents, of course! And what if I don't have enough chairs?"
Fallen: ...I just read that as “chains” and my mind went to some REALLY dark places.
Presents. That's right.
Pokey reached down with a telekinetic hand, his horn glowing faintly.
Rarity: I... do not need to form a hand to grasp objects with my magic.
From his saddlebag, he drew out a plain little present, a white-wrapped box.
"That reminds me," he said as casually as possible, "I got this for you."
"Oh! You didn't have to get me anything!" She smiled, earnestly.
Fallen: Are you serious? I’d be PISSED if someone came over for Christmas and didn’t have the common courtesy to get me a gift. I’d think they forgot I existed!
"It's okay. I'm sure you'll like it." He didn't know EXACTLY what it was, but that's what the mare at the other party had told him. It was perfect, she assured him. Some kind of game.
Fallen: Twister?
Rarity: Pin the tail on the pony?
Pinkie: YES! BOTH OF THOSE, YES!
"Well thanks, Pokey!" She bounced on her hooves and graciously accepted the present.
"Why don't you open it?" he took another sip of punch.
Fallen: I was going to ask how you’d be able to open wrapped gifts with hooves, but you use your mouths for a lot, don’t you?
Pinkie: Basically, yeah.
"Oh!" she glanced up, then shook her head firmly. "No, I can't. I should wait until everyone's here to open my gifts!"
"But it's a game. If you're going to play at the party," he mused, smiling and disaffected, "you should really know how to play first. Otherwise, you'll hold everyone up."
Pinkie: But nopony else would know how to play either!
That punch was going right through him.
Rarity: The status of his bladder was vital information.
"Well, if you insist!" She smiled. Clearly it didn't take much convincing.
Pokey shook his head as Pinkie began eagerly unwrapping the box. "Excuse me, I'm going to find the little colt's room." he muttered, wandering off.
Rarity: And I'm sure Pinkie Pie greatly appreciates that announcement.
"Okie-dokie-lokie!" she beamed back, still tearing into the gift wrap.
He winced. He hated that phrase. She used it all the time.
Pinkie: Do I really say it that much?
Fallen: Not really, no. I don’t even know if you’ve said it ONCE in my company.
It was stupid. So stupid.
Fallen: Alright, this story’s really getting on my nerves.
He trotted off.
With the wrapping paper shredded in piles around her, Pinkie was left holding a very plain white box. She opened it up, eagerly.
Rarity: The box contained an ancient demon that swiftly devoured her soul.
Inside there were all sorts of bits and pieces. Black fabric, straps. A blindfold.
Fallen: ...I didn’t realize how close my chain comment was going to be.
And a small booklet made of stapled-together paper. It was all very elegant-looking and the monochrome coloring made it seem somehow classy. Even the handmade booklet, which appeared to be the instructions, seemed crafted with care.
Rarity: Well, naturally.
It was familiar, somehow,
Pinkie: “Hey, this is my bondage kit that got stolen last year!”
but the young filly didn't linger on that thought. She pulled out all the pieces and flipped through the booklet, reading out loud to herself. Instructions on how to play! Looks like it was designed for as few as two players, but as many people as wanted to join in could!
Fallen: I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like it’s tailor-made for orgies.
How fun!
Rarity: She is unaware of its true purpose. Even though she’s apparently consenting to be restrained, she is NOT consenting to the sexual acts that will inevitably follow.
What was first? One person needed to be "it". Well that's easy! She'd be "it" first. It was her birthday party after all!
Fallen: The more they rub that in, the more I want to kill something.
What else? You needed a chair or a table or something. Well there was plenty of furniture around. Pinkie grabbed a low-standing card table and spun it around over to herself, plopping down on her back on it, holding the instruction booklet overhead to read. How fun this would be!
Rarity: Please tell me you’re as irritated by the insistence on this being fun as I am.
Fallen: All of my yes.
She flipped the page. What was next? Some of the black straps were needed. She fished them out and laid them over her legs, just above the hooves. It said she needed help for this part, but Pinkie had never yet found a game she couldn't set up by herself.
Fallen: ...how is she gonna tie all of her own hooves up?
Pinkie: Anything’s possible if you put your mind to it!
Fallen: To you, or to the average physics-adherent pony?
She pushed on, determined. With every successive step of instructions, she followed along. Straps on her hooves. Around and under the table. She smiled, humming excitedly to herself. She'd never heard of a game like this.
Fallen: Ask Applejack all about it.
Rarity: I still want to know what drove you to that assumption about her.
Fallen: I... don’t even remember anymore.
It had to be tight, the booklet said. She tugged. Her hooves came free.
Not good enough. She put her hooves back in, tightened the strap by pulling with her teeth. Real tight.
Her hooves slipped right out.
Rarity: Because Pinkie?
Fallen: Because Pinkie.
They had a habit of doing that. She replaced them, tightened again. Extra tight.
Finally they were tight enough to hold her. She couldn't wiggle free. She checked them repeatedly. Tugged and shimmied. Nope. She was held fast.
Fallen: I think “tight enough to hold Pinkie” requires some bone shattering and cut-off circulation.
Perfect! What was next? She flipped the pages with her nose.
Rarity: In what way could she have restrained herself so that she could still read the instructions?
Pinkie: It’d be hard to do lying face-up on a table!
Pokey dabbed his hooves in the water and dried them off on a provided towel, then stepped disinterestedly back into the main room of SugarCube Corner. Maybe some more party guests had arrived in the few minutes he'd been away.
Pinkie: Two hours early? It’s just surprising that HE’S even there!
Maybe one of them had brought something stronger than punch. Maybe there was a sexy older filly who'd decided to show up. Something to spice up this boring birthday.
Fallen: Pinkie’s is the least likely birthday to ever be boring.
"Oh, hey Pokey!" Came Pinkie's perky voice.
He glanced up. Stared.
Fallen: If he blinks, the Weeping Angel will get him!
For a long moment, he thought perhaps he'd had too much to drink. Maybe that punch was more loaded than he'd realized.
No, he realized. He wasn't imagining this.
Rarity: It was an illusion, but it was definitely a visible and genuine illusion.
There was the curvy pink filly, lying on her back on a small card table,
Rarity: She WAS lying on her back!?
Fallen: How did she read the instructions and turn the pages in that position?
legs splayed out in opposite directions. She was strapped down to the table in what looked like black leather bondage restraints. She shimmied a little, but seemed firmly held down. Her poofy, curly tail lay up between her legs, draped on her stomach. She looked at him with her familiar expression, excited and eager.
Rarity: I cannot imagine it will last much longer.
"Hey!" she said again. How long had he been staring? "Can you help me?"
He blinked. "...what?"
"I just need you to help me with this next step!" She turned her head and nosed at one last piece from the box. The blindfold. "Can you just slip this on me?"
Pinkie: “If I’m gonna be tied up here, I don’t want to look at the place!”
"...is this a trick?" He asked, hesitant. Still, he paced closer.
She giggled, evidently amused by his silly question. "Nope! It's a game!"
Fallen: If this is a game, it’s one that makes Jigsaw’s traps seem like Yahtzee.
Rarity: ...what was any of that?
Fallen: A completely outrageous exaggeration.
He looked her over. That had to be about the most vulnerable position he'd ever seen a girl in. And certainly not one he ever expected to find Pinkie Pie in. At least, not willingly.
Pinkie: Did he expect to find me kidnapped and tied up like that?
But sure enough, her she was, laid out in front of him spread-eagle on the table, all tied up. Asking him for a blindfold. He had no idea she was such a freak. But he liked it.
Fallen: Saying “kinky” loses all meaning if that’s what the story’s going for.
Was this for him? Had she sent that other filly to invite him to make sure he got there early? An extra birthday present before the other festivities? Or was she just a much more wild filly than he'd always imagined her?
Fallen: Yes.
Rarity: To what?
Fallen: I... don’t know.
He couldn't piece it together. But really, it didn't matter how or why. Here she was, laid out in front of him. And he wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Fallen: That’s an odd expression for ponies to use. Seriously, does anypony say that?
Rarity: Not often, but it sounds ridiculous when they do.
His horn glowed again and the dark strip of satiny fabric floated up and slipped across Pinkie's face, cinching around
Fallen: Will you stop doing that!?
and covering those big, trusting eyes. The world went black around her and she giggled. That seemed to be her default response to everything.
Pinkie: Not true! Sometimes I laugh instead of giggle!
"I can't see!" she said, as perky as ever. "What's the next step?"
He loomed over her, unseen. She squirmed adorably beneath him. How did she tie up all four of her legs?
Fallen: Plot shenanigans. Combined with it being Pinkie.
This girl was full of surprises. He was starting to appreciate that.
From the back window, another pony watched, silently.
Pinkie: OOH! OOH! A guessing game! Is it Twilight? Raindrops? Sapphire Shores?
Fallen: Do you seriously not know?
Pinkie: Nope!
Fallen: Stop the story. This is wrong.
Chapter 3: Pinkie Pie
Fallen: Let’s just... let’s just get this over with.
The door to SugarCube Corner swung wide open,
Pinkie: This was the day before it was renamed CamelCase Corner!
and its most enthusiastic occupant poked her head out to see her first guest had arrived. A familiar young blue unicorn colt with wavy, shock white hair stood on the store's front step.
Rarity: You were doing SO well with terminology before now. Why suddenly switch “stallion” for “colt?”
Fallen: Um... the author couldn’t even remember the word “mare.” He wasn’t doing THAT well.
"This is where the party's at, right?" He smiled.
"Oh, hi Pokey!" Pinkie Pie responded with her usual glee. "You're awfully early! The party's not for another two hours!"
Pinkie: You could’ve got somepony else more fitting than Pokey.
Fallen: Oh god, it’s not gonna be penetration. It’s gonna be impaling.
He nodded, walking right past her, in through the open door. "So I'm fashionably early," he smirked. "You don't mind?"
Rarity: “Actually, I do. Get out!”
She slammed the door, not out of anger or frustration, but simply out of her abundance of energy. "Oh no! I don't mind, not at all! I wish everyone showed up early!"
Pinkie: That’s silly! If I wanted everypony to come over sooner, I’d set the time of the party to earlier in the day!
He knew this girl. Bubbly. Too bubbly. Seemed like she could be a lot of fun in the right circumstances. Great ass. Curvy. A touch on the heavy side,
Pinkie: HEY!
but he liked them that way. Too bad she was always surrounded by those other dumb fillies.
Rarity: HEY!
"Not me." Pokey muttered, slinking toward the punchbowl.
As he passed Pinkie Pie, he noticed the balloons on her flank. He'd never really paid attention to her cutie mark before. Something in him twitched instinctively, a reflex at that visual.
Fitting, he thought.
Fallen: ...yeah. That’s the whole point of a cutie mark. To fit the individual.
He smirked.
The colt helped himself to the punch. As usual.
Rarity: Are you sure you’re not confusing Pokey for Berry Punch?
Pokey was something of a party animal. The difference between him and Pinkie, however, was that he didn't organize parties. He just crashed them.
Pinkie: Actually, he’s not like that. He does pop balloons, but that’s because I ask him to. Makes cleanup that much easier!
In fact, Pokey had come straight here from a masquerade party on the edge of town. They had great punch there. Strong. Tasted kind of funny. Strong, maybe spiked too.
Fallen: Blame Berry for that.
Rarity: Fallen, that is insensitive! I know Berry Punch is more liberal with her alcohol consumption than any of us, but she still knows her limits and drinks in moderation!
Wouldn't be the first time he'd had spiked punch. Good, though. Not like this. This stuff was for foals. Tasted like no alcohol at all.
Pinkie: So? You don’t need to get drunk to have fun!
It's thanks to that party that he knew about this one. That one filly in the black mask told him about it.
Rarity: Let me guess-
Fallen: OH yeah.
She gave him something, too. To bring along. A gift.
After all, it would be rude not to bring a gift to a birthday party.
Pinkie: It’s... my birthday?
Fallen: And this chapter has taken a turn for the worse before ever whipping any dicks out. Wait, don’t you usually know what happens in-
Pinkie hopped over to him. She literally bounced across the floor. He took another sip, looking over the glass at her. This girl's switch must have been stuck on "MAX".
Fallen: If she were stuck on “CHARLIE,” things would’ve gotten hectic.
"I hope you don't mind if I set up while you make yourself at home! I still have LOTS of preparing left to do!" she offered, twisting her head sharply to one side as she spoke. It almost looked painful. But she clearly didn't mind.
Rarity: I never understood how you could do that without injuring yourself.
Pinkie: Oh, I just have really high pain tolerance!
"Sure." He shrugged, refilling his cup. Maybe there was alcohol in here. Maybe it was just weak. Better to be sure.
Rarity: He came to intoxicate himself, and he will drain the punch bowl if it meets that end!
She busied herself about the store at a frantic pace. With Mr and Mrs Cake away
Rarity: Just... away.
Fallen: Obviously somewhere they felt comfortable taking the kids. But hey, at least this means the rapist won’t be Carrot Cake.
Rarity: It was already going to be Pokey.
Fallen: Hush.
until the party began, the store was empty, and in the silence of their absence there was only Pinkie Pie's excited humming and sashaying about the draped streamers and floating balloons.
Fallen: But they weren’t streamers and balloons. They were organs!
It looked festive already, but for the parties Pinkie usually threw, this wasn't even the halfway point. Pokey looked around, took in the bright decor. By the time she was done, he thought, it would look like a clown threw up all over the room.
Rarity: That’s a pleasant visual.
But he found it hard to complain. A party was a party, however dopey.
He'd been to Pinkie's parties before, and they all followed that same trend. So of course, he took some small pleasure in destroying that innocent aesthetic. Sure, popping her balloons was an equally childish thing to do, but it gave him some measure of satisfaction in the face of the sugary-sweet atmosphere.
Pinkie: I JUST explained what’s wrong with that! Pokey’s actually really nice!
He was brought out of his idle thoughts when the hot pink earth pony
Pinkie: I’ll take that as a compliment!
hopped up next to him on the table.
"'Scuse me!" she bubbled, reaching up on her hind legs to fasten more streamers across the walls and ceiling.
His eyes again fell on her backside.
Pinkie: That... I won’t.
Fallen: I hope you don’t really have rampant perversion like this in Ponyville.
Such enticing curves for a young filly like her. Then again, was she really that much younger than he was? Maybe it was just the way she acted that made him see her as young. How old was she anyway?
Fallen: In terms of age number, a year older than she was the day before.
Might be awkward if someone asked and he didn't know, on her birthday.
He kept staring. Pinkie didn't notice.
Pinkie: I’m SO noticing! I’m reading about it right now!
She hopped down and he brought his eyes back to the punchbowl, as if nothing had happened.
"Sorry I'm so distracted!" she offered, trotting lightly past him, "But I gotta finish setting up before the other guests arrive!
Fallen: “I’d be focusing on you, but I’m too busy focusing on OOH A BUTTERFLY!”
I still have to put up the rest of the balloons, and set up the table for the cake, and oh! There's got to be a place for the presents, of course! And what if I don't have enough chairs?"
Fallen: ...I just read that as “chains” and my mind went to some REALLY dark places.
Presents. That's right.
Pokey reached down with a telekinetic hand, his horn glowing faintly.
Rarity: I... do not need to form a hand to grasp objects with my magic.
From his saddlebag, he drew out a plain little present, a white-wrapped box.
"That reminds me," he said as casually as possible, "I got this for you."
"Oh! You didn't have to get me anything!" She smiled, earnestly.
Fallen: Are you serious? I’d be PISSED if someone came over for Christmas and didn’t have the common courtesy to get me a gift. I’d think they forgot I existed!
"It's okay. I'm sure you'll like it." He didn't know EXACTLY what it was, but that's what the mare at the other party had told him. It was perfect, she assured him. Some kind of game.
Fallen: Twister?
Rarity: Pin the tail on the pony?
Pinkie: YES! BOTH OF THOSE, YES!
"Well thanks, Pokey!" She bounced on her hooves and graciously accepted the present.
"Why don't you open it?" he took another sip of punch.
Fallen: I was going to ask how you’d be able to open wrapped gifts with hooves, but you use your mouths for a lot, don’t you?
Pinkie: Basically, yeah.
"Oh!" she glanced up, then shook her head firmly. "No, I can't. I should wait until everyone's here to open my gifts!"
"But it's a game. If you're going to play at the party," he mused, smiling and disaffected, "you should really know how to play first. Otherwise, you'll hold everyone up."
Pinkie: But nopony else would know how to play either!
That punch was going right through him.
Rarity: The status of his bladder was vital information.
"Well, if you insist!" She smiled. Clearly it didn't take much convincing.
Pokey shook his head as Pinkie began eagerly unwrapping the box. "Excuse me, I'm going to find the little colt's room." he muttered, wandering off.
Rarity: And I'm sure Pinkie Pie greatly appreciates that announcement.
"Okie-dokie-lokie!" she beamed back, still tearing into the gift wrap.
He winced. He hated that phrase. She used it all the time.
Pinkie: Do I really say it that much?
Fallen: Not really, no. I don’t even know if you’ve said it ONCE in my company.
It was stupid. So stupid.
Fallen: Alright, this story’s really getting on my nerves.
He trotted off.
With the wrapping paper shredded in piles around her, Pinkie was left holding a very plain white box. She opened it up, eagerly.
Rarity: The box contained an ancient demon that swiftly devoured her soul.
Inside there were all sorts of bits and pieces. Black fabric, straps. A blindfold.
Fallen: ...I didn’t realize how close my chain comment was going to be.
And a small booklet made of stapled-together paper. It was all very elegant-looking and the monochrome coloring made it seem somehow classy. Even the handmade booklet, which appeared to be the instructions, seemed crafted with care.
Rarity: Well, naturally.
It was familiar, somehow,
Pinkie: “Hey, this is my bondage kit that got stolen last year!”
but the young filly didn't linger on that thought. She pulled out all the pieces and flipped through the booklet, reading out loud to herself. Instructions on how to play! Looks like it was designed for as few as two players, but as many people as wanted to join in could!
Fallen: I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like it’s tailor-made for orgies.
How fun!
Rarity: She is unaware of its true purpose. Even though she’s apparently consenting to be restrained, she is NOT consenting to the sexual acts that will inevitably follow.
What was first? One person needed to be "it". Well that's easy! She'd be "it" first. It was her birthday party after all!
Fallen: The more they rub that in, the more I want to kill something.
What else? You needed a chair or a table or something. Well there was plenty of furniture around. Pinkie grabbed a low-standing card table and spun it around over to herself, plopping down on her back on it, holding the instruction booklet overhead to read. How fun this would be!
Rarity: Please tell me you’re as irritated by the insistence on this being fun as I am.
Fallen: All of my yes.
She flipped the page. What was next? Some of the black straps were needed. She fished them out and laid them over her legs, just above the hooves. It said she needed help for this part, but Pinkie had never yet found a game she couldn't set up by herself.
Fallen: ...how is she gonna tie all of her own hooves up?
Pinkie: Anything’s possible if you put your mind to it!
Fallen: To you, or to the average physics-adherent pony?
She pushed on, determined. With every successive step of instructions, she followed along. Straps on her hooves. Around and under the table. She smiled, humming excitedly to herself. She'd never heard of a game like this.
Fallen: Ask Applejack all about it.
Rarity: I still want to know what drove you to that assumption about her.
Fallen: I... don’t even remember anymore.
It had to be tight, the booklet said. She tugged. Her hooves came free.
Not good enough. She put her hooves back in, tightened the strap by pulling with her teeth. Real tight.
Her hooves slipped right out.
Rarity: Because Pinkie?
Fallen: Because Pinkie.
They had a habit of doing that. She replaced them, tightened again. Extra tight.
Finally they were tight enough to hold her. She couldn't wiggle free. She checked them repeatedly. Tugged and shimmied. Nope. She was held fast.
Fallen: I think “tight enough to hold Pinkie” requires some bone shattering and cut-off circulation.
Perfect! What was next? She flipped the pages with her nose.
Rarity: In what way could she have restrained herself so that she could still read the instructions?
Pinkie: It’d be hard to do lying face-up on a table!
Pokey dabbed his hooves in the water and dried them off on a provided towel, then stepped disinterestedly back into the main room of SugarCube Corner. Maybe some more party guests had arrived in the few minutes he'd been away.
Pinkie: Two hours early? It’s just surprising that HE’S even there!
Maybe one of them had brought something stronger than punch. Maybe there was a sexy older filly who'd decided to show up. Something to spice up this boring birthday.
Fallen: Pinkie’s is the least likely birthday to ever be boring.
"Oh, hey Pokey!" Came Pinkie's perky voice.
He glanced up. Stared.
Fallen: If he blinks, the Weeping Angel will get him!
For a long moment, he thought perhaps he'd had too much to drink. Maybe that punch was more loaded than he'd realized.
No, he realized. He wasn't imagining this.
Rarity: It was an illusion, but it was definitely a visible and genuine illusion.
There was the curvy pink filly, lying on her back on a small card table,
Rarity: She WAS lying on her back!?
Fallen: How did she read the instructions and turn the pages in that position?
legs splayed out in opposite directions. She was strapped down to the table in what looked like black leather bondage restraints. She shimmied a little, but seemed firmly held down. Her poofy, curly tail lay up between her legs, draped on her stomach. She looked at him with her familiar expression, excited and eager.
Rarity: I cannot imagine it will last much longer.
"Hey!" she said again. How long had he been staring? "Can you help me?"
He blinked. "...what?"
"I just need you to help me with this next step!" She turned her head and nosed at one last piece from the box. The blindfold. "Can you just slip this on me?"
Pinkie: “If I’m gonna be tied up here, I don’t want to look at the place!”
"...is this a trick?" He asked, hesitant. Still, he paced closer.
She giggled, evidently amused by his silly question. "Nope! It's a game!"
Fallen: If this is a game, it’s one that makes Jigsaw’s traps seem like Yahtzee.
Rarity: ...what was any of that?
Fallen: A completely outrageous exaggeration.
He looked her over. That had to be about the most vulnerable position he'd ever seen a girl in. And certainly not one he ever expected to find Pinkie Pie in. At least, not willingly.
Pinkie: Did he expect to find me kidnapped and tied up like that?
But sure enough, her she was, laid out in front of him spread-eagle on the table, all tied up. Asking him for a blindfold. He had no idea she was such a freak. But he liked it.
Fallen: Saying “kinky” loses all meaning if that’s what the story’s going for.
Was this for him? Had she sent that other filly to invite him to make sure he got there early? An extra birthday present before the other festivities? Or was she just a much more wild filly than he'd always imagined her?
Fallen: Yes.
Rarity: To what?
Fallen: I... don’t know.
He couldn't piece it together. But really, it didn't matter how or why. Here she was, laid out in front of him. And he wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Fallen: That’s an odd expression for ponies to use. Seriously, does anypony say that?
Rarity: Not often, but it sounds ridiculous when they do.
His horn glowed again and the dark strip of satiny fabric floated up and slipped across Pinkie's face, cinching around
Fallen: Will you stop doing that!?
and covering those big, trusting eyes. The world went black around her and she giggled. That seemed to be her default response to everything.
Pinkie: Not true! Sometimes I laugh instead of giggle!
"I can't see!" she said, as perky as ever. "What's the next step?"
He loomed over her, unseen. She squirmed adorably beneath him. How did she tie up all four of her legs?
Fallen: Plot shenanigans. Combined with it being Pinkie.
This girl was full of surprises. He was starting to appreciate that.
From the back window, another pony watched, silently.
Pinkie: OOH! OOH! A guessing game! Is it Twilight? Raindrops? Sapphire Shores?
Fallen: Do you seriously not know?
Pinkie: Nope!
Fallen: Stop the story. This is wrong.
Fallen: Okay, what the hell, Pinkie?
Pinkie: What do you mean?
Fallen: You usually read these before sending them to us, or at least know what happens in them. Why not now?
Pinkie: I... didn’t get around to it?
Rarity: I begin to wonder if there is a single convincing liar among my circle of friends...
Fallen: Out with it, Pinks. What’s your real reason for dodging this one?
Pinkie: It’s because... it’s about me.
Fallen: ...that’s a little narcissistic, isn’t it? Plus, how has it ever stopped you before?
Pinkie: It never stopped me. And I really hoped it never would. But then we had that marathon-
Fallen: That YOU put together-
Pinkie: And there was EVERYTHING wrong with all the stories in it.
Fallen: I remember “Pinkie Pie the filly molester” giving you a really hard time. Is that what this is about?
Pinkie: Kinda, yeah. That story hurt me to read because of what I did in it and what it did to me. I just... I didn’t want to hurt like that again.
Fallen: Ah. That makes sense.
Rarity: How? Whether or not she had read this chapter prior to sending it to us, she is reading it now.
Fallen: How the hell do you guys make me look like a moron when we take breaks?
Rarity: It’s not as difficult as it seems.
Pinkie: I know it doesn’t sound right, but... reading that story alone was one of the worst things to ever happen to me. I couldn’t risk that happening again, so I promised myself that I’d wait until riffing the next story about me to actually read it.
Fallen: I’d call that pussying out, but... seriously, fuck that story. And fuck this one, for that matter.
Rarity: You’ve been doing an admirable job of composing yourself for this, Pinkie Pie, despite the foregone result of the chapter.
Pinkie: I know. It’s because I have you two here to help me through it!
Fallen: Could’ve said the same for “filly molester...”
Rarity: Come now, Fallen. Do you not think we’ve all learned from that experience?
Fallen: Are any of you even capable of learning from your mistakes? Fluttershy still has assertion issues, I still see trust issues when it comes to Twilight’s freakouts, everyone’s had some point when they thought they’d lose favor with their friends...
Rarity: You’ve made your point. I would appreciate it if you would stop talking now.
Fallen: See? Even now, we’re in an argument, as if Fluttershy’s scolding taught us nothing.
Rarity: I am not arguing, I am disagreeing. Would you like to hear arguing?
Fallen: I already have, and I’d rather not.
Pinkie: Fight time’s over! It’s pain time now!
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Pinkie: What do you mean?
Fallen: You usually read these before sending them to us, or at least know what happens in them. Why not now?
Pinkie: I... didn’t get around to it?
Rarity: I begin to wonder if there is a single convincing liar among my circle of friends...
Fallen: Out with it, Pinks. What’s your real reason for dodging this one?
Pinkie: It’s because... it’s about me.
Fallen: ...that’s a little narcissistic, isn’t it? Plus, how has it ever stopped you before?
Pinkie: It never stopped me. And I really hoped it never would. But then we had that marathon-
Fallen: That YOU put together-
Pinkie: And there was EVERYTHING wrong with all the stories in it.
Fallen: I remember “Pinkie Pie the filly molester” giving you a really hard time. Is that what this is about?
Pinkie: Kinda, yeah. That story hurt me to read because of what I did in it and what it did to me. I just... I didn’t want to hurt like that again.
Fallen: Ah. That makes sense.
Rarity: How? Whether or not she had read this chapter prior to sending it to us, she is reading it now.
Fallen: How the hell do you guys make me look like a moron when we take breaks?
Rarity: It’s not as difficult as it seems.
Pinkie: I know it doesn’t sound right, but... reading that story alone was one of the worst things to ever happen to me. I couldn’t risk that happening again, so I promised myself that I’d wait until riffing the next story about me to actually read it.
Fallen: I’d call that pussying out, but... seriously, fuck that story. And fuck this one, for that matter.
Rarity: You’ve been doing an admirable job of composing yourself for this, Pinkie Pie, despite the foregone result of the chapter.
Pinkie: I know. It’s because I have you two here to help me through it!
Fallen: Could’ve said the same for “filly molester...”
Rarity: Come now, Fallen. Do you not think we’ve all learned from that experience?
Fallen: Are any of you even capable of learning from your mistakes? Fluttershy still has assertion issues, I still see trust issues when it comes to Twilight’s freakouts, everyone’s had some point when they thought they’d lose favor with their friends...
Rarity: You’ve made your point. I would appreciate it if you would stop talking now.
Fallen: See? Even now, we’re in an argument, as if Fluttershy’s scolding taught us nothing.
Rarity: I am not arguing, I am disagreeing. Would you like to hear arguing?
Fallen: I already have, and I’d rather not.
Pinkie: Fight time’s over! It’s pain time now!
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Pinkie couldn't stop fidgeting, even secured as she was to the table. Her natural enthusiasm was keeping her from sitting still despite the numerous straps holding her in place and it was all she could do to squirm and wriggle.
Pinkie: Looks like I’m having a lot of fun being tied up!
Rarity: You must know that won’t last. Even if you have not read this chapter, I’m certain you’ve noticed a pattern.
Her tail twitched, instinctively and unconsciously held between her spread hind legs. She couldn't see a thing.
Pinkie: I couldn’t see things, but I could still see stuff!
But she could still sense everything going on.
Fallen: She’s turning into Daredevil!
Pokey was very close, near her legs. She could hear him breathing. He wasn't answering yet, but he was probably still trying to find the page. She didn't hear the booklet flipping.
Rarity: I just realized something. If Pinkie had read through the entire manual before tying herself to the table, all of this could have been avoided.
She felt weird like this. She'd been blindfolded plenty of times before, usually while taking out a small country's worth of pinatas (which wasn't a big deal, because they loved parties as much as she did!),
Fallen: You can’t just assume that. Piñatas have feelings too.
but she'd never been bound like this. Especially not at the same time! It was like an adventure. Trying to pick out everything that was happening without seeing it was a fun challenge.
Pinkie: I get the feeling that won’t be hard to do later on.
Fallen: SOMETHING’S gonna be hard. (smacked by Rarity)
Rarity: And I will continue to smack you until you develop a sense of taste!
But she wanted to get on with the game. Her eagerness didn't always mean impatience, but it was just too much not to be excited! She was still all smiles and bubbly energy.
Fallen: Carbonated Pinkie Pie.
Pokey loomed over her. His eyes traced the curves of the soft pink pony tied up so neatly beneath him. He knew he was drunk.
Rarity: From what? The punch was not spiked!
Fallen: It was at the masquerade party.
Rarity: Which was how long ago?
Maybe worse.
Pinkie: Dying?
Fallen: That would actually be better for us.
His vision was getting a little blurry, but thankfully, alcohol never affected him in such a way that it might... interfere with what was to come.
He did a kind of reality check, blinking hard and shaking his head.
Rarity: “Yes, I seem to still be real.”
The blurriness wouldn't go away, but neither did the scene vanish around him. It seemed this really was happening.
He didn't know Pinkie very well. He'd been to plenty of her parties, but never spoke with her more than just in passing.
Pinkie: That’s not true either! I’m really good friends with everypony in Ponyville!
Fallen: I’d be telling you to keep up your suspension of disbelief for this, but you know what? That’s not why we’re here.
Truth is he barely knew a thing about the filly tied up on the table, but he wasn't about to pass up a golden opportunity. Whatever her motivations, she was here, now, and just as ready as he was.
Fallen: He’s seeing this as her wanting to get laid?
Rarity: Wouldn’t you if someone tied themselves up and presented themselves to you?
Fallen: Maybe eventually, but it wouldn’t be my first thought.
He gripped her fluffy pink tail gently, magically. A light touch she barely felt, and brushed the tail aside to catch a glimpse of Pinkie Pie's... pink pie.
Pinkie: (facehoof)
Fallen: Too much for you?
Pinkie: Yep.
He smirked, stupidly. Lame puns must be contagious.
She moved her tail back, instinctively, without even consciously registering it. Again, he brushed it aside. This time, a bit more firmly. He held it out of the way, leaving her uncovered.
Fallen: I don’t care how appropriate it is in this context, if you say you feel naked, I will end you.
"Pokey? What are you doing now?" she chirped in eager curiosity. She was being coy, obviously. He didn't answer.
He leaned down a little, nosing in right near her soft little mound.
Pinkie: Okay, the story’s creeping me out just the teensiest bit.
Took in the sight of her smooth inner thighs, her plush, plump pink lips and delicate little petals. Closed his eyes. Inhaled, smelling her deeply. She smelled like cinnamon icing. With vanilla.
Fallen: How? How the hell? Were you rubbing yourself on a bunch of cakes?
He brushed so slightly against her.
"Hey!" she startled, squirming a little on the table. "Don't be a naughty pony, Pokey!" the earth pony giggled playfully, almost in sing-song. "You know better than to touch a filly there!"
Maybe he did know better.
Rarity: Only “maybe?”
Everything was black around Pinkie Pie. The whole place was quiet, save for the sound of shifting leather as she squirmed impatiently on the table. She waited a long moment. "Pokey?" she asked. No answer.
Fallen: Try knocking and incessantly calling his name.
She wondered if she had sounded too harsh. She was just joking! She knew Pokey only brushed her by accident, of course.
Pinkie: Oh, good! It was just an accident!
Fallen: ...he forced your tail away from the area and rammed his face into it. I don’t think that’s accidental.
She didn't mean to sound like she was really lecturing him. That sort of thing probably happens all the time. It's not like he was being a busy-hooves or trying to clop a feel,
Pinkie: (facehoof X2 combo)
Fallen: That one was just painful.
he was just trying to help her with the game. Her heart sank a little. Did she scare him off?
The table she was on shifted a little. The sound of hooves coming down softly on either side of her.
Rarity: On both sides? Did he clone himself?
She instantly came back to good spirits. A smiled beamed across her blindfolded face. "Pokey? Is that you?" she asked the darkness.
Still no answer.
Fallen: For all anyone knows, it could be Slenderman. But she’s safe with the blindfold, right?
Rarity: Why in Celestia’s name are you asking us?
The table shifted a little more. Hooves moved alongside her, under her hind legs from beneath. That had to be Pokey, right? It felt like he was standing with his front legs on the table, under her legs, pushing them up towards her chest what little the tight straps would allow.
"Is this the next step?" she asked excitedly. She'd never played a game like this before.
Pinkie: New game? How bad could it be?
Fallen: Not bad at all, if consent was actually involved.
The pink little pony let out a little surprised "Ooh!" when she felt something poke against her.
Something hard and warm. Very warm. Like it had just come out of the oven. But it was wet, too. Slick and drippy against her. Slippery, like cooking oil. And worst of all, it was poking right against her private place!
Pinkie: ...this was a bad idea.
Fallen: Don’t even THINK of aborting it now. We’ve gotten this far, and we’re gonna finish it.
"Pokey?!" she yelped, startled. "Is that you?"
Still no answer. She squirmed, fidgeting, but whatever that thing was, pressing against her, it stayed there. Resting right against her private pink place.
Fallen: Okay, alliteration can be cute sometimes, but you don’t do that in the context of rape!
No matter how much she wriggled, she couldn't shift out of the way, or move her hips aside. She was stuck firmly in place.
Rarity: Just to remind the audience, in case they were not aware of this fact after all other mention of it.
"Pokey, what are you doing?"
Rarity: You would think she would know by this point.
Her voice was still bubbly, but now there was an edge of hesitation, betraying her apprehension, her slight worry. "Pokey? I can't see you, you have to talk!" she said with a nervous giggle.
The something
Fallen: Stop beating around the bush. It’s a penis.
started to press a little harder. The perky pink pony stiffened up in surprise, then wriggled more. "Pokey!" she gasped, following with an uncomfortable laugh. "Come on, say something! Say, 'Oh hi Pinkie, I'm right here!'"
Pinkie: Hi, me! I’m right here!
Fallen: Really? Really?
Just silence.
Fallen: “You should kill us all on sight.”
The slippery, warm thing started to press in against her more. She squirmed, and the hooves on the table pushed against her legs, straining them against the straps, trying to pull them up more towards her chest. She was spread wide like this, her little hooves pointed just a little up into the air. Her tail was pinned out of the way.
Fallen: You’re really doing this, story? You’re really insulting the short-term memory of your audience? Do you think we’re goldfish?
Pinkie: Actually, Primey, goldfish don’t have that bad short-term memory. It’s just a fun little myth!
Fallen: ...Pinkie, I already knew that. You’re ruining my jokes.
She wriggled, but it accomplished nothing. She felt something starting to give, and through the darkness could make out the very tip of the thing parting her private pinkie place.
Fallen: STOP TRYING TO MAKE THE RAPE CUTE! That’s not a sentence I should ever have to say twice to the same story!
She squirmed more.
"Pokey?!" She had a weak, nervous smile. It wasn't very convincing. She was really worried now. "Pokey, what are you doing?" she asked, helpless. Still pinned. Couldn't see. Couldn't hear him. All she could do was feel him. And struggle.
Rarity: Not that she can do much to struggle.
It kept pressing.
Rarity: Come on! At least Applejack’s chapter had the decency to get the initial penetration over with quickly!
Pinkie: Get on with it!
Fallen: ...you’re screaming at the story to start the rape. That’s what this has done to you.
Of all her friends, Pinkie probably knew the least about sex. She was too innocent, too sheltered. Fluttershy had seen it in the unabashed face of nature, Twilight had surely read about it in her books, but Pinkie had no exposure.
Fallen: Oh, that’s a fucking load. Pinkie, how long have you known about sex?
Pinkie: No idea! It’s been a while, though.
She didn't quite know what was going on. She just knew if she didn't act, something was about to happen.
All: REALLY?
"Pokey!" she yelped. Her voice still had its friendly tone, but it was strained. There was urgency. She spoke quickly, even for Pinkie Pie. "Pokey! I don't think this is what the book said to do!"
Fallen: Pinkie, you're about to get violated. I don't think now would be the best time to worry about that manual.
The pressing continued. Something was about to give.
"Pokey?! Don't-!"
The little filly's protest was suddenly interrupted, replaced with a sharp, squeaking gasp.
Fallen: That only took... what, five years?
Pinkie: …
Rarity: Pinkie Pie, are you alright?
Pinkie: I’ll be fine.
Pokey let out a hot sigh. Shivers of pleasure ran up his back as he forced his hips forward smoothly, sliding his long, dark, dripping shaft into the pinned little filly beneath him.
Rarity: You’re still sure about this?
Pinkie: YES! If Fluttershy can make it, so can I!
She was so silky smooth. Like fucking velvet. Her tender, plush little pussy was so warm and soft. Just like the rest of her. He lowered his head a little, sighing with satisfaction. He couldn't get all the way in, but most of the way was good enough.
Fallen: Dude, it’s rape. You’re in charge. Why settle?
Rarity: I- I can’t even-
Fallen: Oh, you made the crack about Smartypants. You can’t judge me.
He rested there for a second, his slicked cock buried deep in that little filly's tiny lovehole,
Rarity: Oh, thank goodness! A euphemism I can take issue with and use to distract myself from the rest of the story!
plump pink lips parted around that wet shaft. He leaned back just a little, peering underneath himself to see. He'd never taken a girl in this position, face-to-face like this. It was a little awkward. It provided a better view though.
Fallen: If you just stared at your dick as you were thrusting in that position instead of making eye contact with the girl, I think she’d rip your throat out.
Pinkie: Isn’t that a little mean?
Fallen: Isn’t that the point of tearing out a throat?
He watched, eyes locked between her parted thighs, as he slowly pulled out, inch by inch. Her puffy pink pussy lips pulled back with him a little, they were so tightly wrapped around his throbbing shaft. He smiled. Pushed back in, slowly, stroking his dick back into that neat young pussy again. What a sight. He wished he had a camera.
Fallen: Not that he’d need one. Featherweight was already on hand taking snapshots like a mofo.
Rarity: FALLEN!
He was so absorbed by the sight and sensation of that cute virgin slit so naughtily spread around him that he barely even registered the girl herself.
Pinkie: He’s having sex with me... and he doesn’t even notice me?
Pinkie was tensed up underneath him, surrounded by darkness. The blindfold on her face wasn't coming off. She was pulling hard on all the straps, but they wouldn't even budge. For a brief moment, all she could focus on was that feeling of being penetrated.
Fallen: See? That’s how you do it! Have her actually consciously register the rape that’s happening!
Her head pounded and her heart raced erratically. Her mouth hung open, but she couldn't say anything. She felt winded. It was like getting a shot, only times a hundred. A million. She shook for a second, then managed at last to gasp, taking a deep breath of air.
Rarity: I was unaware that intercourse made one forget how to breathe.
Her chest heaved unevenly. She felt like there was a weight on her chest, and she had trouble breathing. When the blue stallion mounted over her began moving again, she felt something deep inside her moving too. She could barely understand it.
Fallen: Did your education include sex ed? At all?
Pinkie: Of course it did!
Rarity: I cannot imagine why it would not.
Fallen: Then there’s no reason AT ALL for this to be alien to her! She’s old enough by now to know how this shit works!
That thing went inside her. That wet, warm, hard thing pushed inside her little pink hole. Nothing was supposed to touch her there. Nothing was supposed to go inside. How could it even have?
Rarity: Pinkie Pie, your fictional ignorance is making me want to hurt something.
It was too much to think about. Her mind and body reeled.
Pokey thrusted back inside, hard. Deeper this time. He reached her limit. She yelped sharply, her poofy mane
Fallen: How has that thing not deflated yet?
bouncing as her vulnerable form shuddered in response. It was too big inside her. He was so slick and wet he'd managed to get in deep, but she could barely take the size. Especially having never taken anything before.
Fallen: Why is nopony registering the fact that their hymens have been torn? I think that sort of pain should overpower the size of the penis at first.
Rarity: You love focusing on that, it seems.
Fallen: Come off it. You’re the one looking for euphemisms.
Her legs shook.
"Pokey," she managed to whimper out, her tone uneven. He didn't hear her. His mind was somewhere else.
Fallen: Or it’s just that all the blood that should be going to his brain has been rerouted to his dick.
She couldn't see him. Her heart was beating so loudly it echoed through her aching head. She could barely hear him. But she could feel him, deep inside her. She could feel his hooves against her legs, using her for leverage now. And she could feel his hot breath against her chest, making her shiver and shake.
Rarity: You may have your temperature terminology confused, author.
With every slight motion she could feel that thing sliding roughly in and out of her. It was slick, smooth, but so hard. It hurt.
Pinkie: Everything hurts now.
Fallen: ...oh, that’s bad.
Pinkie squirmed, wriggling. Instinctively trying to adjust herself. She wasn't straining to get free anymore. She was trying to reposition, to spread her legs wider, to become more accessible without even realizing it.
Rarity: None of my friends would be helpless enough to not fight it! Yes, Pinkie Pie is tied down at the moment, but Fluttershy and Applejack had less of an excuse and several openings! If anypony would have simply THOUGHT for one second, none of this would ever have transpired!
Not because she wanted it, but just to make it easier on herself. To make it feel... less big. But it was no good. She felt like she was being split open. She squirmed more, squeaked.
Pinkie: See? It’s like a mouse! You know, with the squeaking and the... with the... oh, this story hurts.
"Pokey, I don't want to play this game anymore," the once-perky pony begged weakly.
Fallen: My... my heart just broke. That is the worst sentence I have ever read.
The blue stallion didn't even notice. He just stared at the lurid sight before him. Those leather-bound legs, that soft, curvy flank, and that plush, plump pink pussy parted so pleasantly around his prick.
Fallen: I’m just impressed that there haven’t really been any poking puns yet. There’s already a copious lack of taste as it is.
He planted his hooves at her sides, and she kept her rear legs raised as high as she could. He noticed it only in passing. Weird girl, he thought. She seemed so reluctant for a while, but now she was spreading eagerly for him.
Pinkie: …
Rarity: Are you sure you can make it, darling? You seem absolutely mortified.
Pinkie: ...keep going.
He took it as an open invitation and after repositioning himself, Pokey slid his cock back into her waiting entrance, in a single long stroke. The stallion started bucking against her, a good, casual rhythm.
Fallen: Because Skrillex is the perfect thing to set as a rhythm.
Rarity: Are you going to continue milking that joke?
Fallen: For all it’s worth.
He didn't take it easy on her or go slow. Not that he was trying to be cruel, but with his mind as cloudy as it was, it was hard to think of anything but himself. And that feeling.
Fallen: I take it back. It’s Avicii.
She was so soft. Never been used before. She was giving her virginity up to him. She must be crazy about him. Maybe she'd been waiting a long time to set this up. Or maybe she was just a freak and he was in the right place at the right time.
Rarity: Or maybe she was set up and you are doing this against her will.
But right now, feeling her warm and tight and silky-smooth around him, he didn't care. He was dripping like a faucet, thrusting in and out with animalistic force, each stroke slicked by his wet, slippery cock.
Fallen: PLEASE tell me there’s someplace nearby where I can get some brain bleach. I’ll get it online if that’s what it takes.
"I don't want to play anymore. Pretty please," she repeated, her voice high-pitched, nearly breaking.
"With sugar?" she added in quiet desperation.
Pinkie: I... I... (mane deflates)
Fallen: Fuck. We have to stop.
Pinkie: Looks like I’m having a lot of fun being tied up!
Rarity: You must know that won’t last. Even if you have not read this chapter, I’m certain you’ve noticed a pattern.
Her tail twitched, instinctively and unconsciously held between her spread hind legs. She couldn't see a thing.
Pinkie: I couldn’t see things, but I could still see stuff!
But she could still sense everything going on.
Fallen: She’s turning into Daredevil!
Pokey was very close, near her legs. She could hear him breathing. He wasn't answering yet, but he was probably still trying to find the page. She didn't hear the booklet flipping.
Rarity: I just realized something. If Pinkie had read through the entire manual before tying herself to the table, all of this could have been avoided.
She felt weird like this. She'd been blindfolded plenty of times before, usually while taking out a small country's worth of pinatas (which wasn't a big deal, because they loved parties as much as she did!),
Fallen: You can’t just assume that. Piñatas have feelings too.
but she'd never been bound like this. Especially not at the same time! It was like an adventure. Trying to pick out everything that was happening without seeing it was a fun challenge.
Pinkie: I get the feeling that won’t be hard to do later on.
Fallen: SOMETHING’S gonna be hard. (smacked by Rarity)
Rarity: And I will continue to smack you until you develop a sense of taste!
But she wanted to get on with the game. Her eagerness didn't always mean impatience, but it was just too much not to be excited! She was still all smiles and bubbly energy.
Fallen: Carbonated Pinkie Pie.
Pokey loomed over her. His eyes traced the curves of the soft pink pony tied up so neatly beneath him. He knew he was drunk.
Rarity: From what? The punch was not spiked!
Fallen: It was at the masquerade party.
Rarity: Which was how long ago?
Maybe worse.
Pinkie: Dying?
Fallen: That would actually be better for us.
His vision was getting a little blurry, but thankfully, alcohol never affected him in such a way that it might... interfere with what was to come.
He did a kind of reality check, blinking hard and shaking his head.
Rarity: “Yes, I seem to still be real.”
The blurriness wouldn't go away, but neither did the scene vanish around him. It seemed this really was happening.
He didn't know Pinkie very well. He'd been to plenty of her parties, but never spoke with her more than just in passing.
Pinkie: That’s not true either! I’m really good friends with everypony in Ponyville!
Fallen: I’d be telling you to keep up your suspension of disbelief for this, but you know what? That’s not why we’re here.
Truth is he barely knew a thing about the filly tied up on the table, but he wasn't about to pass up a golden opportunity. Whatever her motivations, she was here, now, and just as ready as he was.
Fallen: He’s seeing this as her wanting to get laid?
Rarity: Wouldn’t you if someone tied themselves up and presented themselves to you?
Fallen: Maybe eventually, but it wouldn’t be my first thought.
He gripped her fluffy pink tail gently, magically. A light touch she barely felt, and brushed the tail aside to catch a glimpse of Pinkie Pie's... pink pie.
Pinkie: (facehoof)
Fallen: Too much for you?
Pinkie: Yep.
He smirked, stupidly. Lame puns must be contagious.
She moved her tail back, instinctively, without even consciously registering it. Again, he brushed it aside. This time, a bit more firmly. He held it out of the way, leaving her uncovered.
Fallen: I don’t care how appropriate it is in this context, if you say you feel naked, I will end you.
"Pokey? What are you doing now?" she chirped in eager curiosity. She was being coy, obviously. He didn't answer.
He leaned down a little, nosing in right near her soft little mound.
Pinkie: Okay, the story’s creeping me out just the teensiest bit.
Took in the sight of her smooth inner thighs, her plush, plump pink lips and delicate little petals. Closed his eyes. Inhaled, smelling her deeply. She smelled like cinnamon icing. With vanilla.
Fallen: How? How the hell? Were you rubbing yourself on a bunch of cakes?
He brushed so slightly against her.
"Hey!" she startled, squirming a little on the table. "Don't be a naughty pony, Pokey!" the earth pony giggled playfully, almost in sing-song. "You know better than to touch a filly there!"
Maybe he did know better.
Rarity: Only “maybe?”
Everything was black around Pinkie Pie. The whole place was quiet, save for the sound of shifting leather as she squirmed impatiently on the table. She waited a long moment. "Pokey?" she asked. No answer.
Fallen: Try knocking and incessantly calling his name.
She wondered if she had sounded too harsh. She was just joking! She knew Pokey only brushed her by accident, of course.
Pinkie: Oh, good! It was just an accident!
Fallen: ...he forced your tail away from the area and rammed his face into it. I don’t think that’s accidental.
She didn't mean to sound like she was really lecturing him. That sort of thing probably happens all the time. It's not like he was being a busy-hooves or trying to clop a feel,
Pinkie: (facehoof X2 combo)
Fallen: That one was just painful.
he was just trying to help her with the game. Her heart sank a little. Did she scare him off?
The table she was on shifted a little. The sound of hooves coming down softly on either side of her.
Rarity: On both sides? Did he clone himself?
She instantly came back to good spirits. A smiled beamed across her blindfolded face. "Pokey? Is that you?" she asked the darkness.
Still no answer.
Fallen: For all anyone knows, it could be Slenderman. But she’s safe with the blindfold, right?
Rarity: Why in Celestia’s name are you asking us?
The table shifted a little more. Hooves moved alongside her, under her hind legs from beneath. That had to be Pokey, right? It felt like he was standing with his front legs on the table, under her legs, pushing them up towards her chest what little the tight straps would allow.
"Is this the next step?" she asked excitedly. She'd never played a game like this before.
Pinkie: New game? How bad could it be?
Fallen: Not bad at all, if consent was actually involved.
The pink little pony let out a little surprised "Ooh!" when she felt something poke against her.
Something hard and warm. Very warm. Like it had just come out of the oven. But it was wet, too. Slick and drippy against her. Slippery, like cooking oil. And worst of all, it was poking right against her private place!
Pinkie: ...this was a bad idea.
Fallen: Don’t even THINK of aborting it now. We’ve gotten this far, and we’re gonna finish it.
"Pokey?!" she yelped, startled. "Is that you?"
Still no answer. She squirmed, fidgeting, but whatever that thing was, pressing against her, it stayed there. Resting right against her private pink place.
Fallen: Okay, alliteration can be cute sometimes, but you don’t do that in the context of rape!
No matter how much she wriggled, she couldn't shift out of the way, or move her hips aside. She was stuck firmly in place.
Rarity: Just to remind the audience, in case they were not aware of this fact after all other mention of it.
"Pokey, what are you doing?"
Rarity: You would think she would know by this point.
Her voice was still bubbly, but now there was an edge of hesitation, betraying her apprehension, her slight worry. "Pokey? I can't see you, you have to talk!" she said with a nervous giggle.
The something
Fallen: Stop beating around the bush. It’s a penis.
started to press a little harder. The perky pink pony stiffened up in surprise, then wriggled more. "Pokey!" she gasped, following with an uncomfortable laugh. "Come on, say something! Say, 'Oh hi Pinkie, I'm right here!'"
Pinkie: Hi, me! I’m right here!
Fallen: Really? Really?
Just silence.
Fallen: “You should kill us all on sight.”
The slippery, warm thing started to press in against her more. She squirmed, and the hooves on the table pushed against her legs, straining them against the straps, trying to pull them up more towards her chest. She was spread wide like this, her little hooves pointed just a little up into the air. Her tail was pinned out of the way.
Fallen: You’re really doing this, story? You’re really insulting the short-term memory of your audience? Do you think we’re goldfish?
Pinkie: Actually, Primey, goldfish don’t have that bad short-term memory. It’s just a fun little myth!
Fallen: ...Pinkie, I already knew that. You’re ruining my jokes.
She wriggled, but it accomplished nothing. She felt something starting to give, and through the darkness could make out the very tip of the thing parting her private pinkie place.
Fallen: STOP TRYING TO MAKE THE RAPE CUTE! That’s not a sentence I should ever have to say twice to the same story!
She squirmed more.
"Pokey?!" She had a weak, nervous smile. It wasn't very convincing. She was really worried now. "Pokey, what are you doing?" she asked, helpless. Still pinned. Couldn't see. Couldn't hear him. All she could do was feel him. And struggle.
Rarity: Not that she can do much to struggle.
It kept pressing.
Rarity: Come on! At least Applejack’s chapter had the decency to get the initial penetration over with quickly!
Pinkie: Get on with it!
Fallen: ...you’re screaming at the story to start the rape. That’s what this has done to you.
Of all her friends, Pinkie probably knew the least about sex. She was too innocent, too sheltered. Fluttershy had seen it in the unabashed face of nature, Twilight had surely read about it in her books, but Pinkie had no exposure.
Fallen: Oh, that’s a fucking load. Pinkie, how long have you known about sex?
Pinkie: No idea! It’s been a while, though.
She didn't quite know what was going on. She just knew if she didn't act, something was about to happen.
All: REALLY?
"Pokey!" she yelped. Her voice still had its friendly tone, but it was strained. There was urgency. She spoke quickly, even for Pinkie Pie. "Pokey! I don't think this is what the book said to do!"
Fallen: Pinkie, you're about to get violated. I don't think now would be the best time to worry about that manual.
The pressing continued. Something was about to give.
"Pokey?! Don't-!"
The little filly's protest was suddenly interrupted, replaced with a sharp, squeaking gasp.
Fallen: That only took... what, five years?
Pinkie: …
Rarity: Pinkie Pie, are you alright?
Pinkie: I’ll be fine.
Pokey let out a hot sigh. Shivers of pleasure ran up his back as he forced his hips forward smoothly, sliding his long, dark, dripping shaft into the pinned little filly beneath him.
Rarity: You’re still sure about this?
Pinkie: YES! If Fluttershy can make it, so can I!
She was so silky smooth. Like fucking velvet. Her tender, plush little pussy was so warm and soft. Just like the rest of her. He lowered his head a little, sighing with satisfaction. He couldn't get all the way in, but most of the way was good enough.
Fallen: Dude, it’s rape. You’re in charge. Why settle?
Rarity: I- I can’t even-
Fallen: Oh, you made the crack about Smartypants. You can’t judge me.
He rested there for a second, his slicked cock buried deep in that little filly's tiny lovehole,
Rarity: Oh, thank goodness! A euphemism I can take issue with and use to distract myself from the rest of the story!
plump pink lips parted around that wet shaft. He leaned back just a little, peering underneath himself to see. He'd never taken a girl in this position, face-to-face like this. It was a little awkward. It provided a better view though.
Fallen: If you just stared at your dick as you were thrusting in that position instead of making eye contact with the girl, I think she’d rip your throat out.
Pinkie: Isn’t that a little mean?
Fallen: Isn’t that the point of tearing out a throat?
He watched, eyes locked between her parted thighs, as he slowly pulled out, inch by inch. Her puffy pink pussy lips pulled back with him a little, they were so tightly wrapped around his throbbing shaft. He smiled. Pushed back in, slowly, stroking his dick back into that neat young pussy again. What a sight. He wished he had a camera.
Fallen: Not that he’d need one. Featherweight was already on hand taking snapshots like a mofo.
Rarity: FALLEN!
He was so absorbed by the sight and sensation of that cute virgin slit so naughtily spread around him that he barely even registered the girl herself.
Pinkie: He’s having sex with me... and he doesn’t even notice me?
Pinkie was tensed up underneath him, surrounded by darkness. The blindfold on her face wasn't coming off. She was pulling hard on all the straps, but they wouldn't even budge. For a brief moment, all she could focus on was that feeling of being penetrated.
Fallen: See? That’s how you do it! Have her actually consciously register the rape that’s happening!
Her head pounded and her heart raced erratically. Her mouth hung open, but she couldn't say anything. She felt winded. It was like getting a shot, only times a hundred. A million. She shook for a second, then managed at last to gasp, taking a deep breath of air.
Rarity: I was unaware that intercourse made one forget how to breathe.
Her chest heaved unevenly. She felt like there was a weight on her chest, and she had trouble breathing. When the blue stallion mounted over her began moving again, she felt something deep inside her moving too. She could barely understand it.
Fallen: Did your education include sex ed? At all?
Pinkie: Of course it did!
Rarity: I cannot imagine why it would not.
Fallen: Then there’s no reason AT ALL for this to be alien to her! She’s old enough by now to know how this shit works!
That thing went inside her. That wet, warm, hard thing pushed inside her little pink hole. Nothing was supposed to touch her there. Nothing was supposed to go inside. How could it even have?
Rarity: Pinkie Pie, your fictional ignorance is making me want to hurt something.
It was too much to think about. Her mind and body reeled.
Pokey thrusted back inside, hard. Deeper this time. He reached her limit. She yelped sharply, her poofy mane
Fallen: How has that thing not deflated yet?
bouncing as her vulnerable form shuddered in response. It was too big inside her. He was so slick and wet he'd managed to get in deep, but she could barely take the size. Especially having never taken anything before.
Fallen: Why is nopony registering the fact that their hymens have been torn? I think that sort of pain should overpower the size of the penis at first.
Rarity: You love focusing on that, it seems.
Fallen: Come off it. You’re the one looking for euphemisms.
Her legs shook.
"Pokey," she managed to whimper out, her tone uneven. He didn't hear her. His mind was somewhere else.
Fallen: Or it’s just that all the blood that should be going to his brain has been rerouted to his dick.
She couldn't see him. Her heart was beating so loudly it echoed through her aching head. She could barely hear him. But she could feel him, deep inside her. She could feel his hooves against her legs, using her for leverage now. And she could feel his hot breath against her chest, making her shiver and shake.
Rarity: You may have your temperature terminology confused, author.
With every slight motion she could feel that thing sliding roughly in and out of her. It was slick, smooth, but so hard. It hurt.
Pinkie: Everything hurts now.
Fallen: ...oh, that’s bad.
Pinkie squirmed, wriggling. Instinctively trying to adjust herself. She wasn't straining to get free anymore. She was trying to reposition, to spread her legs wider, to become more accessible without even realizing it.
Rarity: None of my friends would be helpless enough to not fight it! Yes, Pinkie Pie is tied down at the moment, but Fluttershy and Applejack had less of an excuse and several openings! If anypony would have simply THOUGHT for one second, none of this would ever have transpired!
Not because she wanted it, but just to make it easier on herself. To make it feel... less big. But it was no good. She felt like she was being split open. She squirmed more, squeaked.
Pinkie: See? It’s like a mouse! You know, with the squeaking and the... with the... oh, this story hurts.
"Pokey, I don't want to play this game anymore," the once-perky pony begged weakly.
Fallen: My... my heart just broke. That is the worst sentence I have ever read.
The blue stallion didn't even notice. He just stared at the lurid sight before him. Those leather-bound legs, that soft, curvy flank, and that plush, plump pink pussy parted so pleasantly around his prick.
Fallen: I’m just impressed that there haven’t really been any poking puns yet. There’s already a copious lack of taste as it is.
He planted his hooves at her sides, and she kept her rear legs raised as high as she could. He noticed it only in passing. Weird girl, he thought. She seemed so reluctant for a while, but now she was spreading eagerly for him.
Pinkie: …
Rarity: Are you sure you can make it, darling? You seem absolutely mortified.
Pinkie: ...keep going.
He took it as an open invitation and after repositioning himself, Pokey slid his cock back into her waiting entrance, in a single long stroke. The stallion started bucking against her, a good, casual rhythm.
Fallen: Because Skrillex is the perfect thing to set as a rhythm.
Rarity: Are you going to continue milking that joke?
Fallen: For all it’s worth.
He didn't take it easy on her or go slow. Not that he was trying to be cruel, but with his mind as cloudy as it was, it was hard to think of anything but himself. And that feeling.
Fallen: I take it back. It’s Avicii.
She was so soft. Never been used before. She was giving her virginity up to him. She must be crazy about him. Maybe she'd been waiting a long time to set this up. Or maybe she was just a freak and he was in the right place at the right time.
Rarity: Or maybe she was set up and you are doing this against her will.
But right now, feeling her warm and tight and silky-smooth around him, he didn't care. He was dripping like a faucet, thrusting in and out with animalistic force, each stroke slicked by his wet, slippery cock.
Fallen: PLEASE tell me there’s someplace nearby where I can get some brain bleach. I’ll get it online if that’s what it takes.
"I don't want to play anymore. Pretty please," she repeated, her voice high-pitched, nearly breaking.
"With sugar?" she added in quiet desperation.
Pinkie: I... I... (mane deflates)
Fallen: Fuck. We have to stop.
Fallen: Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I really hate when you get like this, Pinkie.
Pinkamena Diane Pie: I... I can’t help it. This story hurts. It just... makes me SO sad and SO angry!
Rarity: I know the feeli-
Pinkamena: Don’t you even TRY to pull that on me, Rarity! You’ve never seen yourself get tied up and raped on your birthday!
Rarity: ...no, I can’t say I have.
Pinkamena: Exactly! You have NO idea what this is like for me! Every word of every sentence is complete and total PAIN!
Fallen: I know I didn’t really do much to step in before, but Pinkie, seriously, pull yourself together.
Pinkamena: Back off, Fallen!
Fallen: No. If you’re on a real-name basis with me, I have every right to be concerned. I know you relatively well. You don’t get like this unless you’re in severe emotional distress. Though I’m not used to seeing it triggered by something other than rejection...
Pinkamena: Oh, I’m still miserable. This story is everything that’s wrong with everything!
Fallen: Calm your bowels, Pie. I need you to perk back up so we can get this done.
Pinkamena: No.
Fallen: ...huh?
Pinkamena: I said NO!
Fallen: No, I heard you. It’s just... huh?
Rarity: Why would you not want to have your spirits lifted? Especially in light of what we’ve been forced to witness?
Pinkamena: That’s just it. I went into this happy. But what I saw...
Fallen: Ready to straight-up cut a bitch?
Pinkamena: Wh- NO! But it made me madder than that other story that, if you know what’s good for you, you’re not gonna name.
Fallen: ...so what do you want us to do about it?
Pinkamena: Nothing. Leave me alone.
Rarity: But why? It makes no sense!
Pinkamena: It makes PERFECT sense! Now I’m finally in the right mood to read this. I’m finally ready to do what I have to and give this thing what it deserves.
Fallen: I... I’m so proud of you right now.
Pinkamena: Shove it. We’ve got a story to riff.
Fallen: They grow up so fast...
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Pinkamena Diane Pie: I... I can’t help it. This story hurts. It just... makes me SO sad and SO angry!
Rarity: I know the feeli-
Pinkamena: Don’t you even TRY to pull that on me, Rarity! You’ve never seen yourself get tied up and raped on your birthday!
Rarity: ...no, I can’t say I have.
Pinkamena: Exactly! You have NO idea what this is like for me! Every word of every sentence is complete and total PAIN!
Fallen: I know I didn’t really do much to step in before, but Pinkie, seriously, pull yourself together.
Pinkamena: Back off, Fallen!
Fallen: No. If you’re on a real-name basis with me, I have every right to be concerned. I know you relatively well. You don’t get like this unless you’re in severe emotional distress. Though I’m not used to seeing it triggered by something other than rejection...
Pinkamena: Oh, I’m still miserable. This story is everything that’s wrong with everything!
Fallen: Calm your bowels, Pie. I need you to perk back up so we can get this done.
Pinkamena: No.
Fallen: ...huh?
Pinkamena: I said NO!
Fallen: No, I heard you. It’s just... huh?
Rarity: Why would you not want to have your spirits lifted? Especially in light of what we’ve been forced to witness?
Pinkamena: That’s just it. I went into this happy. But what I saw...
Fallen: Ready to straight-up cut a bitch?
Pinkamena: Wh- NO! But it made me madder than that other story that, if you know what’s good for you, you’re not gonna name.
Fallen: ...so what do you want us to do about it?
Pinkamena: Nothing. Leave me alone.
Rarity: But why? It makes no sense!
Pinkamena: It makes PERFECT sense! Now I’m finally in the right mood to read this. I’m finally ready to do what I have to and give this thing what it deserves.
Fallen: I... I’m so proud of you right now.
Pinkamena: Shove it. We’ve got a story to riff.
Fallen: They grow up so fast...
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Pinkie Pie had stopped squirming around.
All her earlier energy, her unending enthusiasm that kept her squirming, her perky, bubbly twitchiness, they'd vanished.
Pinkamena: I know exactly how that feels.
Fallen: Well, you haven’t been drained of your energy, have you?
She just lay there on the table, flat on her back, hind legs propped up in the air as Pokey pounded away at the poor young filly. Her body bounced, tightened up a little with each stroke,
Rarity: Inadvisable, since it would convince Pokey to continue the act.
but otherwise she barely moved. She tried to keep her legs as wide open as possible, but it didn't do much good. He kept thrusting, selfishly focused on his own pleasure, not even paying attention to the discomfort Pinkie's penetration was causing her.
Fallen: No, he’s paying enough attention to make up bullshit rationalizations.
Her fore legs tensed up reflexively against their straps with every stroke.
Tears were streaming down the pink filly's face from beneath the blindfold, which had grown damp.
Fallen: ...I’ve made it no secret that I like Pinkie the most out of these six, so reading this crushes me completely.
Pinkamena: Wuss.
Fallen: Hypocrite.
At the deepest point of every rhythmic thrust, she yelped urgently, but still softly. Only a few sounds filled Pinkie's senses, all she could focus on besides the sharp poking sensation.
Pinkamena: A POKING PUN!?
Fallen: Shit, I was wrong...
The lewd, wet sounds of flesh on flesh. The stallion's heavy, dark balls
Rarity: I would be much more content if they did not have to be THIS descriptive.
Fallen: If his balls are as big as the story wants us to think they are, wouldn’t they be more visible on a more regular basis? Without clothes, you can’t exactly effectively hide that.
slapping evenly against Pinkie's bare ass as they swung beneath him. The wobbling of the table as Pokey mounted the tied-up filly. And her own reflexive squeaking.
Fallen: Great. Thanks to Pinkie, all I can think of is mice.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," she cried quietly at every thrust as he bottomed out inside her. Her voice was weak, whimpering. It didn't get better as it went on. The pain of the initial penetration had faded a little, but still, every poke hurt.
Rarity: And now that the story has begun with this, it will not stop.
And yet through his clouded senses, all the stallion could hear was shy moaning. He was utterly lost in the sensation and the sight of Pinkie's pinkest bits. He kept going, and with every stroke he provoked another pitiful, wincing noise. "Ow, ow, ow!"
Pinkamena: He can hear the pained response! Why isn't he stopping!?
She felt so good around him. And she'd offered herself up so neatly all she needed was a pretty little bow on top to finish the display. In the pleasurable haze that grew around him as he neared climax,
Fallen: Which the story will take its sweet time getting to because its pleasure is more important than our pain.
his mind wandered briefly. He kept thrusting at a measured pace, the hot, silky sensation around his cock flooding his senses. Heavenly. Would this be a regular thing?
Pinkamena: Not if I have anything to say about it!
Fallen: Which you obviously don’t.
He'd have to make a note to attend more of her parties. And whether or not she was setting this up for him in particular or just because she finally wanted her cherry popped, the girl was clearly a freak. She liked it rough,
Rarity: She is the last pony I would suspect that to apply to.
Fallen: Including Fluttershy?
Rarity: ...second to last.
and this was awfully kinky for a first time, with the straps and the blindfold. Well, he thought, he could be rough if that's what she wanted. If she wanted to be dominated, he'd come around SugarCube Corner a lot more often.
Fallen: I think we learned something new about Pokey today.
Pinkamena: That he’s the worst pony to ever exist in the history of ponies that existed?
Fallen: ...that too.
If she wanted someone aggressive, he'd be aggressive. With a pussy like this, how could he resist? He'd corner her whenever he caught her alone. Pin her down. Force her...
Fallen: To watch Thankskilling until the end of time!
Pinkamena: That movie’s AWFUL!
Fallen: That was the point.
He blinked slowly, drawing in a deep breath, speeding up, slamming his hips against hers.
Let's not get carried away, he thought. That would be too far. He wouldn't act without making sure first.
Rarity: Implying that such is NOT the case here.
After all, Pokey thought, he wasn't a rapist.
Pinkamena: HATE.
Fallen: I love this mare.
He shuddered. The pleasure was building up inside him. He dropped his shoulders, hung his head, and focused on finishing. He sped up, hips bucking harder and faster, slapping against that curvy pink ass.
Fallen: I just want to take this fic and strangle it until it decides to be polite enough to erase itself from reality.
Pinkie wasn't even whimpering anymore. Beneath the blindfold, her eyes were screwed shut tight. There was only darkness. And that brief half-second between every poke,
Pinkamena: Shut up shut up SHUT UP!
feeling it pull out, where she tensed up, wishing that would be the last one but fearing what was inevitably to come. It was like a bad dream, and she couldn't wake up.
Fallen: Freddy Krueger strikes again.
She just wanted it to be over.
Rarity: All of my condolences to this fictional Pinkie Pie. I can strongly relate to that sentiment.
The stallion braced himself against her, bucking his hips wildly against her, thrusting like an animal, ramming in and out of her sore little entrance and making slick, wet sounds.
Rarity: For Celestia’s sake, chew with your mouth closed!
He reached his peak, went over the edge. Sped up, slamming away into her as fast as he could, pulling out almost all the way, and then buried himself inside her velvety lips, as deep as he could.
Fallen: THERE it is. How long was that?
Pinkamena: Not long enough.
She yelped sharply, like a violent hiccup, and tensed up all over. She arched her back high on the table, overcome with the sharp sensation. He twitched inside her. She felt it. Throbbing. Felt something else, like it was filling her up. It was so hard to focus in the darkness. Something warm inside her.
Fallen: No points for guessing what THAT is.
She could feel him breathing hot against her ear. Heard his lungs straining to keep up with his activity. He leaned down, whispering.
"Happy Birthday, Pinkie Pie."
Fallen and Pinkamena: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!
Rarity: Strange minds think alike, I suppose...
He didn't hold there for very long. As soon as his orgasm had passed, he pulled out unceremoniously. Pinkie Pie bit her lip, tensed up for the inward thrust that inevitably followed the withdrawl, but it didn't come.
Rarity: Poor choice of words.
She held there, poised blind for a few seconds, but at last realizing it wasn't going back in, she just collapsed flat. Every sore muscle in her poor used body relaxed. Her legs lay weak against the table, still strapped in tight.
Pinkamena: I KNOW! I’M STRAPPED IN! CAN’T GET OUT! DON’T RUB IT IN!
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel something thick and sticky all over her inner thighs and down from her pink place. It felt like syrup, but very warm.
Fallen: What, no one else likes warm syrup?
Pinkamena: On a cooked pancake? A cooked waffle? Who’d be dumb enough to dump more heat all over that?
Fallen: Don’t know, but thanks for the more welcome mental image of syrup on waffles.
Her breathing was weak, uneven, like she was expecting something worse to happen. She didn't squirm or bubble or smile, she barely moved. She didn't show any of her characteristic energy. She lay on the table, panting, bound, blind. She'd stopped crying, but her face was still damp.
Fallen: He probably just came a bit on her face to rub it in more.
Pinkamena: I will END YOU.
Fallen: You don’t have it in you. I know for a fact.
She lay there for a long time. Didn't move, didn't make a sound. Her mind could barely touch what had just happened. She tried to make sense of it, what little she understood from it all, but it just wouldn't process. She could feel the sticky stuff drying on her.
Rarity: Eugh.
Fallen: ...not gonna say anything.
Pinkamena: Oh, but you’re fine with accusing Pokey of-
Fallen: Don’t want to hear it.
"Pokey?" She finally asked, weakly.
No answer. She waited at least another minute, just breathing.
"Pokey? Are you there?"
Fallen: “Nope. I mean- ah, dammit!”
Still nothing.
For a second, she thought the bad dream was over.
Fallen: And then Cobb-
Rarity: Oh, not again.
There was a click. She could hear the door swing open. She broke out instantly in a cold sweat, shivering. She whimpered audibly.
"I don't wanna play anymore, Pokey!" she yelped loudly.
Rarity: Allow me to make you an offer. You stop playing, and we stop reading. Sound good?
"...Pinkie Pie?" came a deep, soft voice.
Fallen: Oh my god, she’s being saved by Morgan Freeman.
The young filly poked an eye out from under the blindfold, spotting a familiar face. She slipped out of the hoof-straps and bounded over to her two new guests.
Rarity: She... she just...
Fallen: The whole time... she could’ve...
Pinkamena: No. NO! NO!
"Oh, hi Big Mac! Hi Fluttershy!" she bubbled, her mussed mane bouncing as she hopped over to the door. "Are you here for my birthday party? Did you come here together?"
Rarity: Are they... a couple?
Pinkamena: Actual love in a rape fic? Are you CRAZY?
The two newcomers stared blankly at the disheveled pony. Her tail was scruffy and matted. Distinct and easily recognizable white streaks, half-dried, ran down her leg from her crotch. Her face was stained with tears and a blindfold hung half-leveled on her head.
Fallen: Oh, that could just mean she was partying especially hard. Except the cum-dripping-down-the-leg thing.
"Oh my gosh, Pinkie Pie, what happened?" Fluttershy immediately demanded.
"You... okay, little filly?" the big red stallion asked.
Rarity: ...did they honestly just ask that? After they performed the same actions that same day?
Pinkie hesitated for a second. Her smile quivered, her eyes went a little glassy. For a second, she looked like she was about to fall over. Mac stepped forward, unsure.
Pinkamena: Let me guess. They’re gonna laugh at me about all of it.
Rarity: Pinkie Pie! How could you say that!?
Fallen: They went through the same thing, so if there’s any laughing, it’ll be WITH her. And there should BE no laughing.
Then, she hopped up in place and grinned excitedly. "Of COURSE I am!" She beamed. Her enthusiasm didn't fit her appearance at all, but her bounce was unmistakable.
Pinkamena: I JUST SHRUGGED OFF RAPE!?
Fallen: That’s it. I’m boycotting this planet.
"After all, it's my birthday, and my bestest friends are on their way! Now I still have another half hour before the party starts, and if you both help me we can get the last of the streamers set up!"
Fallen: The streamers that weren’t streamers.
She turned back to the store, nodding. "Come on! I'm gonna go wash up, and THEN we can set out the CAKE!"
The pink filly stopped. Stood still for a second.
Rarity: Could a cockatrice have entered Sugarcube Corner?
"And games!" she shouted over her shoulder. "But FUN games everyone can enjoy!"
Fluttershy and Big Mac just stared at each other.
Rarity: Fluttershy should still have made an attempt to help her!
Fallen: It’s a story about you setting your friends up to get raped. Why are you asking for logic?
Outside, Rarity stepped away from the window with a shrug.
Fallen: Speak of the devil...
Pinkie must have learned something from all that. She had, hadn't she? And yet she reacts like this?
Rarity: ...of COURSE I would not be satisfied by her complete lack of outward emotional torment.
But then, Pinkie Pie's so random, it's hard to tell with her. The white unicorn shrugged. It wasn't worth worrying about.
Besides, she had to get ready for a party.
Pinkamena: Whew. Finished. (mane poofs back up)
Fallen: Oh, awesome, you’re back to normal. Well, that’s a wrap.
All her earlier energy, her unending enthusiasm that kept her squirming, her perky, bubbly twitchiness, they'd vanished.
Pinkamena: I know exactly how that feels.
Fallen: Well, you haven’t been drained of your energy, have you?
She just lay there on the table, flat on her back, hind legs propped up in the air as Pokey pounded away at the poor young filly. Her body bounced, tightened up a little with each stroke,
Rarity: Inadvisable, since it would convince Pokey to continue the act.
but otherwise she barely moved. She tried to keep her legs as wide open as possible, but it didn't do much good. He kept thrusting, selfishly focused on his own pleasure, not even paying attention to the discomfort Pinkie's penetration was causing her.
Fallen: No, he’s paying enough attention to make up bullshit rationalizations.
Her fore legs tensed up reflexively against their straps with every stroke.
Tears were streaming down the pink filly's face from beneath the blindfold, which had grown damp.
Fallen: ...I’ve made it no secret that I like Pinkie the most out of these six, so reading this crushes me completely.
Pinkamena: Wuss.
Fallen: Hypocrite.
At the deepest point of every rhythmic thrust, she yelped urgently, but still softly. Only a few sounds filled Pinkie's senses, all she could focus on besides the sharp poking sensation.
Pinkamena: A POKING PUN!?
Fallen: Shit, I was wrong...
The lewd, wet sounds of flesh on flesh. The stallion's heavy, dark balls
Rarity: I would be much more content if they did not have to be THIS descriptive.
Fallen: If his balls are as big as the story wants us to think they are, wouldn’t they be more visible on a more regular basis? Without clothes, you can’t exactly effectively hide that.
slapping evenly against Pinkie's bare ass as they swung beneath him. The wobbling of the table as Pokey mounted the tied-up filly. And her own reflexive squeaking.
Fallen: Great. Thanks to Pinkie, all I can think of is mice.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," she cried quietly at every thrust as he bottomed out inside her. Her voice was weak, whimpering. It didn't get better as it went on. The pain of the initial penetration had faded a little, but still, every poke hurt.
Rarity: And now that the story has begun with this, it will not stop.
And yet through his clouded senses, all the stallion could hear was shy moaning. He was utterly lost in the sensation and the sight of Pinkie's pinkest bits. He kept going, and with every stroke he provoked another pitiful, wincing noise. "Ow, ow, ow!"
Pinkamena: He can hear the pained response! Why isn't he stopping!?
She felt so good around him. And she'd offered herself up so neatly all she needed was a pretty little bow on top to finish the display. In the pleasurable haze that grew around him as he neared climax,
Fallen: Which the story will take its sweet time getting to because its pleasure is more important than our pain.
his mind wandered briefly. He kept thrusting at a measured pace, the hot, silky sensation around his cock flooding his senses. Heavenly. Would this be a regular thing?
Pinkamena: Not if I have anything to say about it!
Fallen: Which you obviously don’t.
He'd have to make a note to attend more of her parties. And whether or not she was setting this up for him in particular or just because she finally wanted her cherry popped, the girl was clearly a freak. She liked it rough,
Rarity: She is the last pony I would suspect that to apply to.
Fallen: Including Fluttershy?
Rarity: ...second to last.
and this was awfully kinky for a first time, with the straps and the blindfold. Well, he thought, he could be rough if that's what she wanted. If she wanted to be dominated, he'd come around SugarCube Corner a lot more often.
Fallen: I think we learned something new about Pokey today.
Pinkamena: That he’s the worst pony to ever exist in the history of ponies that existed?
Fallen: ...that too.
If she wanted someone aggressive, he'd be aggressive. With a pussy like this, how could he resist? He'd corner her whenever he caught her alone. Pin her down. Force her...
Fallen: To watch Thankskilling until the end of time!
Pinkamena: That movie’s AWFUL!
Fallen: That was the point.
He blinked slowly, drawing in a deep breath, speeding up, slamming his hips against hers.
Let's not get carried away, he thought. That would be too far. He wouldn't act without making sure first.
Rarity: Implying that such is NOT the case here.
After all, Pokey thought, he wasn't a rapist.
Pinkamena: HATE.
Fallen: I love this mare.
He shuddered. The pleasure was building up inside him. He dropped his shoulders, hung his head, and focused on finishing. He sped up, hips bucking harder and faster, slapping against that curvy pink ass.
Fallen: I just want to take this fic and strangle it until it decides to be polite enough to erase itself from reality.
Pinkie wasn't even whimpering anymore. Beneath the blindfold, her eyes were screwed shut tight. There was only darkness. And that brief half-second between every poke,
Pinkamena: Shut up shut up SHUT UP!
feeling it pull out, where she tensed up, wishing that would be the last one but fearing what was inevitably to come. It was like a bad dream, and she couldn't wake up.
Fallen: Freddy Krueger strikes again.
She just wanted it to be over.
Rarity: All of my condolences to this fictional Pinkie Pie. I can strongly relate to that sentiment.
The stallion braced himself against her, bucking his hips wildly against her, thrusting like an animal, ramming in and out of her sore little entrance and making slick, wet sounds.
Rarity: For Celestia’s sake, chew with your mouth closed!
He reached his peak, went over the edge. Sped up, slamming away into her as fast as he could, pulling out almost all the way, and then buried himself inside her velvety lips, as deep as he could.
Fallen: THERE it is. How long was that?
Pinkamena: Not long enough.
She yelped sharply, like a violent hiccup, and tensed up all over. She arched her back high on the table, overcome with the sharp sensation. He twitched inside her. She felt it. Throbbing. Felt something else, like it was filling her up. It was so hard to focus in the darkness. Something warm inside her.
Fallen: No points for guessing what THAT is.
She could feel him breathing hot against her ear. Heard his lungs straining to keep up with his activity. He leaned down, whispering.
"Happy Birthday, Pinkie Pie."
Fallen and Pinkamena: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!
Rarity: Strange minds think alike, I suppose...
He didn't hold there for very long. As soon as his orgasm had passed, he pulled out unceremoniously. Pinkie Pie bit her lip, tensed up for the inward thrust that inevitably followed the withdrawl, but it didn't come.
Rarity: Poor choice of words.
She held there, poised blind for a few seconds, but at last realizing it wasn't going back in, she just collapsed flat. Every sore muscle in her poor used body relaxed. Her legs lay weak against the table, still strapped in tight.
Pinkamena: I KNOW! I’M STRAPPED IN! CAN’T GET OUT! DON’T RUB IT IN!
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel something thick and sticky all over her inner thighs and down from her pink place. It felt like syrup, but very warm.
Fallen: What, no one else likes warm syrup?
Pinkamena: On a cooked pancake? A cooked waffle? Who’d be dumb enough to dump more heat all over that?
Fallen: Don’t know, but thanks for the more welcome mental image of syrup on waffles.
Her breathing was weak, uneven, like she was expecting something worse to happen. She didn't squirm or bubble or smile, she barely moved. She didn't show any of her characteristic energy. She lay on the table, panting, bound, blind. She'd stopped crying, but her face was still damp.
Fallen: He probably just came a bit on her face to rub it in more.
Pinkamena: I will END YOU.
Fallen: You don’t have it in you. I know for a fact.
She lay there for a long time. Didn't move, didn't make a sound. Her mind could barely touch what had just happened. She tried to make sense of it, what little she understood from it all, but it just wouldn't process. She could feel the sticky stuff drying on her.
Rarity: Eugh.
Fallen: ...not gonna say anything.
Pinkamena: Oh, but you’re fine with accusing Pokey of-
Fallen: Don’t want to hear it.
"Pokey?" She finally asked, weakly.
No answer. She waited at least another minute, just breathing.
"Pokey? Are you there?"
Fallen: “Nope. I mean- ah, dammit!”
Still nothing.
For a second, she thought the bad dream was over.
Fallen: And then Cobb-
Rarity: Oh, not again.
There was a click. She could hear the door swing open. She broke out instantly in a cold sweat, shivering. She whimpered audibly.
"I don't wanna play anymore, Pokey!" she yelped loudly.
Rarity: Allow me to make you an offer. You stop playing, and we stop reading. Sound good?
"...Pinkie Pie?" came a deep, soft voice.
Fallen: Oh my god, she’s being saved by Morgan Freeman.
The young filly poked an eye out from under the blindfold, spotting a familiar face. She slipped out of the hoof-straps and bounded over to her two new guests.
Rarity: She... she just...
Fallen: The whole time... she could’ve...
Pinkamena: No. NO! NO!
"Oh, hi Big Mac! Hi Fluttershy!" she bubbled, her mussed mane bouncing as she hopped over to the door. "Are you here for my birthday party? Did you come here together?"
Rarity: Are they... a couple?
Pinkamena: Actual love in a rape fic? Are you CRAZY?
The two newcomers stared blankly at the disheveled pony. Her tail was scruffy and matted. Distinct and easily recognizable white streaks, half-dried, ran down her leg from her crotch. Her face was stained with tears and a blindfold hung half-leveled on her head.
Fallen: Oh, that could just mean she was partying especially hard. Except the cum-dripping-down-the-leg thing.
"Oh my gosh, Pinkie Pie, what happened?" Fluttershy immediately demanded.
"You... okay, little filly?" the big red stallion asked.
Rarity: ...did they honestly just ask that? After they performed the same actions that same day?
Pinkie hesitated for a second. Her smile quivered, her eyes went a little glassy. For a second, she looked like she was about to fall over. Mac stepped forward, unsure.
Pinkamena: Let me guess. They’re gonna laugh at me about all of it.
Rarity: Pinkie Pie! How could you say that!?
Fallen: They went through the same thing, so if there’s any laughing, it’ll be WITH her. And there should BE no laughing.
Then, she hopped up in place and grinned excitedly. "Of COURSE I am!" She beamed. Her enthusiasm didn't fit her appearance at all, but her bounce was unmistakable.
Pinkamena: I JUST SHRUGGED OFF RAPE!?
Fallen: That’s it. I’m boycotting this planet.
"After all, it's my birthday, and my bestest friends are on their way! Now I still have another half hour before the party starts, and if you both help me we can get the last of the streamers set up!"
Fallen: The streamers that weren’t streamers.
She turned back to the store, nodding. "Come on! I'm gonna go wash up, and THEN we can set out the CAKE!"
The pink filly stopped. Stood still for a second.
Rarity: Could a cockatrice have entered Sugarcube Corner?
"And games!" she shouted over her shoulder. "But FUN games everyone can enjoy!"
Fluttershy and Big Mac just stared at each other.
Rarity: Fluttershy should still have made an attempt to help her!
Fallen: It’s a story about you setting your friends up to get raped. Why are you asking for logic?
Outside, Rarity stepped away from the window with a shrug.
Fallen: Speak of the devil...
Pinkie must have learned something from all that. She had, hadn't she? And yet she reacts like this?
Rarity: ...of COURSE I would not be satisfied by her complete lack of outward emotional torment.
But then, Pinkie Pie's so random, it's hard to tell with her. The white unicorn shrugged. It wasn't worth worrying about.
Besides, she had to get ready for a party.
Pinkamena: Whew. Finished. (mane poofs back up)
Fallen: Oh, awesome, you’re back to normal. Well, that’s a wrap.
Fallen: How are we feeling, Pinkie? Any better?
Pinkie: Yeah, a LOT better now! Letting myself get really mad and STAY really mad made it a lot more fun, actually!
Fallen: It’s like crack. But I don’t recommend you do it often. You turn into kind of a bitch when you’re angry.
Pinkie: I kinda know. I didn’t hurt your feelings or make you not want to be my friend anymore, did I?
Fallen: Of course not! In fact, I’m a bit proud of you. As envious as I am of your ability to stay chipper in the wake of all this... this, it was fun to watch you turn into a psychotic pink rage monster for a little while.
Rarity: At least you’ve managed to regain control of yourself. I cannot imagine what would have happened if you remained in that state.
Pinkie: You’ve seen me like that before, though, Rarity. It’s not that bad, is it?
Rarity: Not necessarily, but it’s not exactly pleasant either. I’m just glad to have the real you back.
Fallen: Actually... who’s to say the happy persona’s the real one?
Rarity: I did not come here to psychoanalyze one of my best friends.
Dash: (from TV) I’ve seen more of that side of her than you, Rarity. She’s a bit scary if you leave her in a room alone with a bunch of inanimate objects.
Pinkie: Aw, Dashie, why’d you have to bring that up?
Dash: I don’t remember being asked not to.
Pinkie: I guess, but they didn’t have to know about that!
Fallen: I already did.
Pinkie: Oh, right. But Rarity didn’t have to know about that!
Dash: Too late now. You coming back here or what?
Pinkie: In a bit. Primey, can I stay with you for a little while to watch a movie or two with you?
Fallen: I don’t mind. Rarity?
Rarity: Why ask me as if there were a chance I would say no? It HAS gotten somewhat lonely now that I’ve become accustomed to your company.
Fallen: Oh, thanks.
Rarity: My pleasure. Pinkie Pie, as the temporary guest, we may as well allow you to select the film.
Fallen: Don’t I get a say? It’s my tech.
Rarity: And she’s my friend.
Fallen: Mine too. But fine. Pinkie, what would you like to watch?
Pinkie: Ever heard of The Lawnmower Man?
Rarity: No I have not.
Fallen: Oh lord... not this. Rainbow, kill the feed. No one should be subjected to this.
Dash: You’re not the boss of me!
Fallen: Not yet...
Pinkie: Well, we’re done with the MST, so...
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got break sign!
Pinkie: Yeah, a LOT better now! Letting myself get really mad and STAY really mad made it a lot more fun, actually!
Fallen: It’s like crack. But I don’t recommend you do it often. You turn into kind of a bitch when you’re angry.
Pinkie: I kinda know. I didn’t hurt your feelings or make you not want to be my friend anymore, did I?
Fallen: Of course not! In fact, I’m a bit proud of you. As envious as I am of your ability to stay chipper in the wake of all this... this, it was fun to watch you turn into a psychotic pink rage monster for a little while.
Rarity: At least you’ve managed to regain control of yourself. I cannot imagine what would have happened if you remained in that state.
Pinkie: You’ve seen me like that before, though, Rarity. It’s not that bad, is it?
Rarity: Not necessarily, but it’s not exactly pleasant either. I’m just glad to have the real you back.
Fallen: Actually... who’s to say the happy persona’s the real one?
Rarity: I did not come here to psychoanalyze one of my best friends.
Dash: (from TV) I’ve seen more of that side of her than you, Rarity. She’s a bit scary if you leave her in a room alone with a bunch of inanimate objects.
Pinkie: Aw, Dashie, why’d you have to bring that up?
Dash: I don’t remember being asked not to.
Pinkie: I guess, but they didn’t have to know about that!
Fallen: I already did.
Pinkie: Oh, right. But Rarity didn’t have to know about that!
Dash: Too late now. You coming back here or what?
Pinkie: In a bit. Primey, can I stay with you for a little while to watch a movie or two with you?
Fallen: I don’t mind. Rarity?
Rarity: Why ask me as if there were a chance I would say no? It HAS gotten somewhat lonely now that I’ve become accustomed to your company.
Fallen: Oh, thanks.
Rarity: My pleasure. Pinkie Pie, as the temporary guest, we may as well allow you to select the film.
Fallen: Don’t I get a say? It’s my tech.
Rarity: And she’s my friend.
Fallen: Mine too. But fine. Pinkie, what would you like to watch?
Pinkie: Ever heard of The Lawnmower Man?
Rarity: No I have not.
Fallen: Oh lord... not this. Rainbow, kill the feed. No one should be subjected to this.
Dash: You’re not the boss of me!
Fallen: Not yet...
Pinkie: Well, we’re done with the MST, so...
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got break sign!
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