Pinkie, Please [Capped/reverse abusive relationship]

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>The texture of the tofu is wrong.
>You worked so diligently to do it exactly like Pinkie said, but the tofu is gritty.
>Your stomach drops. Pinkie will be home in less than five minutes.
>Your testicles retract in fear, and you hunch over, shutting your eyes and trying to calm yourself. The sickening torsion in your gut from last night grows. The texture had been wrong then too.
>Black and blue and swollen, your balls begin to throb with your heartbeat. She would be home in three minutes.
>Snapping out of your terror, you quickly arrange her dinner plate, wincing with each cube of tofu you place on it.
>You set it on the table, and carefully sit down, legs slightly spread to accommodate your swollen testes.
>You sit and try to breathe slowly, trying to mentally prepare yourself for your beating. You never can. You can never remember how painful and horrifying it truly is.
>You feel sick to your stomach already.

>Pinkie bursts through the door and literally bounces in. You put on a huge smile and greet her.
>An onslaught of glee, but you know her attention is inescapable. "Oh Anon I'm so excited for dinner are you excited I've been thinking about this tofu all day and I know you blew it yesterday and got the texture wrong but that you still love me and you learned your lesson and would never ever do it ever again, just like you Pinkie Promised!"
>Oh god, you had forgotten that. As you were writhing on the floor yesterday she had made you Pinkie Promise to never make her tofu too gritty ever again. You can never remember how consuming the agony truly is.
>Your breath shakes, but you maintain your smile, and say,
"Of course, m-my love. I love you so much a-and I do my very best a-all the time to m-make you ss-smile!"
>You briefly hyperventilate and slightly curl over. Oh god you were blowing it. Oh god please. She knows.
>Without a tinge to her ebullience, she says, "Aww, I love you too Anon!" and gives you a gleaming smile.
>She trots to the dinner table, and you follow. You kneel beside her at the table as she sits before the dinner you made her.
>"Aw, Anon, you're such a gentleman. I just know this is going to be the yummiest tofu you've ever made!" she giggles. You instinctively fold your hands over your crotch. You again you can feel your heartbeat in your swollen testicles, and in anticipation feel the sickening torsion in your gut, like someone preparing to wring out a towel.
>She places a piece of tofu in her mouth, always smiling, and slowly begins to chew.

>She finishes chewing and swallows, a smile never leaving her face.
>She hops up. "It was so sweet of you to make me dinner! I just want to hug you! Give me a hug, Anon!"
>That was a command. You slowly lift your arms, slow breathing, and carefully place them around h
>WHAM
>Explosion. Pure agony consumes your soul. The towel is twisted and wrung out with such consummate vigour that it knots and snaps with a literally sickening abdominal fire. You thrash on the floor, unable to even breath or scream, and your body dry-heaves repeatedly.
>"Heehee, silly Anon, you're just extra sensitive from your little mistake with the tofu yesterday! Quit being such a baby!"
>You curl up in a fetal position and slowly rock. Nothing matters. There is only this abdominal fire of torsion.
>Pinkie goes silent. Her smile leaves.
>"Your little mistake yesterday...." She begins to raise her voice, "You promised Anon. You promised that you would never get the tofu texture wrong again! YOU PINKIE PROMISED!"
>Blackness.

>You wake up tied to the bed that you share with Pinkie.
>You are spread eagle, naked.
>On the ceiling are written large words in fresh pink paint:
>"You broke a Pinkie Promise."
>You lift your head. Your testicles are swollen to twice their normal size, blue and soft.
>The residual pain hits you as if your gut were suddenly wound around a spindle. You grit your teeth in pain, one breath after another, as you feel your testicles throb with each heartbeat, a steady pulse of consuming anguish.

>Pinkie bounces into the room, carrying a wooden case.
>She hops between your legs, missing your testes by just an inch as you recoil.
>Your body begins to autonomously shake, varying one muscle group to another; the fear and constant pain are apparently affecting you on a psychosomatic level.
>With a bright smile and poofy hair, Pinkie says, "Aw, it's ok Anon, I know you didn't break a Pinkie Promise on purpose. But if I don't do this, then you'll never learn! I just love you way too much to see you embarrass yourself over and over!" she giggles.
"P-p-p-pinkie p-p-please", you stutter involuntarily, trying not to sob, "It hurts so so much. It hurts to the core of my being. This is agony. Please, Pinkie, I promise I'll get better, please, please, please..." you trail off, eyes tearing.
>She brings her hoof down solidly on your testicles, leaving them pinned. Your back arches and your mouth goes agape, breath knocked out of you. You squirm. She rotates and oscillates her hoof, "massaging" each soft swollen testicle with the solid arch of her hoof, as you flail breathlessly.
>"Heehee, silly anon, you'll never learn if I don't do this! I only do this because I love you!"
>You thrash, entire abdomen in a sickening consuming hell, as if the spermatic cords inside your testicles were wrapped around a punching bag. Your back arched and unarched, entire body squirming, lurching and dry-heaving, lost in a twisted torsion of... this was beyond pain. This was insanity.

>Time becomes meaningless. Pinkie is stepping on your testicles while they have needles sticking through them. Pinkie is pushing needles through your testicles. You are dry-heaving and ejaculating. There are more needles. You are ejaculating blood. There is no time. Only what is happening. Not even what is happening to you; self becomes meaningless. Your life is a hallucination in a carousel of all-consuming, self-transcending testicular agony, which is itself a delusion in that self-same carousel.
>Sometimes you fade back into sanity long enough to hear Pinkie giggle and say, "Heehee, silly anon, you're not supposed to ejaculate blood!"
>She never even touched your cock. You were ejaculating for the same reason you were dry-heaving and occasionally urinating.
>Each testis was in a blender, yet keeps reassembling. Or is that a delusion? You can't tell anymore. You vomit. Or did you just ejaculate? You can't tell anymore.

>You wake up lying on your side next to Pinkie Pie. You don't know what day it is. You feel insane. You look at the ceiling; you can tell by the margins that it had been recently re-painted. You are met by a flood memories and a violent full-body shudder. You howl in pain just from the bruising; your testicles feel swollen to astronomical size, and your heart beats in them. You hope that isn't poetic.
>Pinkie Pie wakes up and tightly hugs you, jamming her knee gently between your legs, slowing to gently rest her knee against your scrotum. You whimper loudly, gut wrenching.
>"Shh shh shh, it's ok Anon. You just had to learn a little lesson. I love you so much, Anon. I would do anything for you. I do everything for you."
>You can feel her love. Her knee rests between your thighs, not hurting you, not digging into your throbbing testicles, those epicenters of cosmic insane agony.
>She smiles, her knee still gently resting against your scrotum, not hurting you. She really does love you.
>You slowly raise an unsteady arm, looking in her eyes for a sign that it's ok for you to wrap your arm around her. She smiles and nods lovingly.
>Your testicles pound with your heartbeat. For all you know there are still needles through them; there is pain enough. But you can never remember true pain. She probably removed the needles.
>You slowly lower your arm around her, bracing yourself for that explosion of sickening abdominal fire. But it doesn't come.
>Your arm rests around her, and in growing terror, you hug her.
>Her knee still doesn't move.
>"I love you so much, Anon," she says, her eyes teary.
"I- I love you so much too. You are my whole world."
>You begin to shake and cry. You cathartically sob into Pinkie's shoulder, as she hugs and pets you, soothing you and telling you how much she loves and cares about you. Her knee never leaves from between your thighs, gently pressing against those.. things.
>She feels your stiffness, and lovingly chides that you don't deserve to cum tonight.
>You fall asleep in each other's loving embrace, your bodies pressed close together, her knee resting between your thighs against your pounding hearts.