FC: Pinkamena No. 79

    >Pinkamena
    >79: Bondage.

    >You knew that Pinkie Pie felt down. And you knew that she was bummed out that no one wanted to party with her for the three-day weekend.

    >You were prepared to deal with Pinkamena, but... Well...

    >You had a horrible craving for something ice cold and sweet. You didn't have anything like that, so you decided to dash over to Sugarcube Corner while you could.

    > You knocked before you walked in. There was Mr and Mrs. Cake, looking a bit on edge. You strode up to them and waved.

    "Hey Mr Cake. Mrs. Cake. ...What's up?" You ask, noting they're stiff as statues.

    "Oh, Uh... Hey Anon. We were just worried..." Mr. Cake starts and looks over to his wife.

    "About Pinkie Pie, dearie. She hasn't had anything sweet ALL DAY!" Mrs. Cake says, her eyes widening at that.

    >Pinkie having NO sweets? Shit... This could be bad.

    "Woah... That's bad." You comment. "...Got anything cold and sweet?"

    >"We wouldn't know anything like that... OOOH! Why don't you ask Pinkie?" Mrs. Cake suggests.

    >You give them the flattest face imaginable. They could've said they'd like some help.

    "Sure. That's where this was going anyway..." You state, shrugging and heading upstairs.

    >You hear sniffling coming from behind a door. You cautiously sneak up to it, hearing a voice on the other side.

    "No, No, NO! That can't be it... Why don't they wanna come!? It's just a party! Or two..."

    >You bite your lip and knock on the door.

    >You briefly hear the clatter of a plate and hooves come to the door.

    >"Oh. Hey Anon. You come to tell me you aren't gonna make it to my party, too?" Pinkie, or rather... Pinkamena, says in a low sad tone.

    "Nah... I got a real bad sweet tooth and I came to see you about it. I want something cold and sweet. You got anything like that? We could talk while I chow down on it." You offer.

    >"...Y'know, I just had some chocolate ice-cream cake. That's gone, though." She states.

    "What."

    >"Yeah... I ate it all up to make myself feel better. It didn't help though. It was the last one in the shop..."

    "WHAT."

    >"... You okay, Non? You're looking a bit... stressed."

    >You're damn right you're stressed. This place takes a few DAYS to get ice cream in stock. And she just ate the last of it.

    "Pinkie, is there anything else that's cold and sweet in here?" You asks, fearing a specific answer.

    "...No, though I could check the basement, if you want." She says, shrugging. You nod and let her trot past you, unfazed by your need for chilled confections.

    >You go into her room and poke around. Surely she was joking. She has tons of places to hide things: She hides balls all over ponyville, for god's sake.

    >Nope... Not there... what? Not even a secret cooler in the closet?! Of all the things to NOT hide, why would she- Wait a minute.

    >There's a box in here. Maybe... A-HA!

    >Whoa. This... is not ice cream. This is... S&M stuff. Why would she even have this?

    >Adult parties? Ooooh. This might come in handy...

    >You take the box under one arm and follow Pinkamena's trail to the basement, waving to the Cakes on the way down.

    >You lock the basement door from the inside and pause to think WHY there is a lock on the inside... No matter. You set the box down and continue to the basement. Pinkamena pops her head out of a freezer and shakes her head.

    >"Nope. Sorry Anon, it's empty. I can look one more time for you if you want."

    "Yeah, could you, please? I REALLY want that Ice cream..." You pout, and Pinkamena sighs and dives back into the freezer.

    >You take this time to grab the box and bring it down, snatching the ball-gag out of it. You take out some restraints and lay them on the ground, looking at the reader.

    "The wild Pinkamena Diane Pie is a crazy, unpredictable one. You'll need to get the element of Surprise on her... Wait, ain't that her G3? Shit.... Let's just get her."

    >You wait until she pops out of the freezer again and gag her immediately. She screams and immediately tries to run away, but you reach and snatch the restraints , pinning and tying her arms above her head.

    >She's absolutely livid about this , and you take a rack for ingredients and hang her on it. She struggles and shakes, upset.

    >You go over to the box and grab a riding crop.
    You walk back over to her, smirking. Pinkamena bares her teeth at you, and you take the gag out.

    >"Anon! You went through MY stuff! And tied ME up! Why?!" She hisses at you, noting the sensitivity of the items.

    "You looked down, and I thought throwing you a party would help." You say, placing a hand on her cheek.

    >"A party? What kind of party is this?! I'm tied up and it's just you and me!" She asks, intrigued but still angry.

    "You ate the last of the ice cream. That was a NAUGHTY thing to do, Pinkamena." You say, turning around, crossing the room and hitting the lightswitch.

    >"Wha- I was depressed! What else was I supposed to ea- Mmph!"

    >You interrupt her with a kiss, your tongue probing around her mouth and briefly entwining with hers. You feel her tongue press back, and a satisfied moan coming from her. You pull back, tasting some chocolate. She's left breathless.

    >"Hahh... Hahh... Anon?"

    >You speak clearly to her as you rear back, ready to spank that flank.

    "Pinkamena. This... is a private party. For you, and me only. Now... The safety word is Sundae."

    "What? Sunda-"

    WHAP!

    "AAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEE!"