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- >Today was the day.
- >Today was the day that you, horse of pink with mane of poof, would achieve the goal that had been at the back of your mind for almost two months.
- >From the day he arrived, you knew this was the stallion- no, man- for you.
- >You recall the day like it was yesterday.
- >A tremendous cake had mysteriously appeared in the middle of Sugarcube Corner.
- >Before you could slay the beast and feast upon its confectionery entrails, he had burst forth from the top, shouting "SURPRISE!".
- >Apparently this grand entrance was meant for some bachelorette party back in his own world, before a magical mishap hurled him and his sugary prison through the dimensional barrier.
- >He took the surprise of it pretty well himself, you recall.
- >Since then he's adapted to his apparent new home easily, making friends and getting a new job at the Corner with you.
- >He's also been amazingly adept at deflecting or otherwise missing your many advances.
- >You weren't sure why, to be honest.
- >He was kind, funny, liked to make others happy (in his own special way); it seemed like the two of you were a perfect match.
- >But try as you might, he never seemed to catch on and take you for a romp in that magical land between the sheets.
- >But no longer.
- >Today, you were pulling out all the stops.
- >Today, he would be yours.
- "By any means necessary."
- >"Did you say something, Pinkie?"
- "Nope! Musta been the wind!"
- >"But we're inside..."
- "It was a strong wind."
- >"Hm... well, alright. Could you go help Anon in the kitchen? Orders are starting to pile up."
- "You got it, Mrs. Cake!"
- >Yes, perfect.
- >Back here, away from prying pony eyes, you could begin your plan.
- >For a moment you simply stood in the doorway and watched him work, sizing up your prey.
- >He eventually took notice of you, a smile lighting up his face.
- >"Hey Pinks, here to help with the baking?"
- "Yep! I figured you could use a hoof putting that bun in my oven."
- >He raises an eyebrow.
- >"I thought this was Mrs. Cake's oven."
- >Your smile falters only slightly.
- "Yes. It is. Silly me!"
- >You trot over and take the mixing bowl from him.
- "Here, let me do that for you. You must be tired, because you've been galloping through my dreams all night."
- >"Really? That's strange, you might want to talk to Luna about that."
- >It was lucky you had turned away to set the bowl on the counter, else he might have seen your smile drop away completely.
- >You do your best to put it back on before he notices.
- >"I'll get another baking tray."
- >You nod enthusiastically at him, still mixing.
- >Things weren't totally going as well as you had hoped, but then again you were only getting started.
- "So how are your friends in Cloudsdale?"
- >"Uh... I've never been to Cloudsdale."
- "Really? I heard you fell through it on your way down from heaven."
- >He chuckles lightly.
- >"Pinkie, I came here in a cake. You know that better than anyone."
- >You give a halfhearted laugh of your own in reply.
- "Right... of course."
- >The resistant human comes back over to your side, placing the tray down.
- >You begin pouring the batter into each cupcake mold, and try your charms again.
- "Hey, I'm planning a party later. A private one, just you and me. Clothing optional."
- >He laughs again.
- >"Hey, I know you ponies like to walk around in the nude all the time, but it's different where I come from."
- "Hahaha, yeah."
- >Dang, shot down again.
- But you were far from out of ammo.
- "Anon, I've been meaning to ask you something."
- >"What's that, Pinkie?"
- "You're not a Changeling, are you?"
- >He seems slightly distressed at this assertion.
- >"What? No. Why would you think that?"
- "Because you've stolen all the love from my heart."
- >"I don't think it was me, but if you think there's a changeling about, you might want to warn Twilight or something."
- >Your smile fades again as he turns to put the tray in the oven.
- >This was becoming irritating.
- >Then again, nobody said this'd be easy.
- >Time for the big guns.
- "So, did you have any plans for after work?"
- >He thinks for a minute as he closes the oven.
- >"Hm... not really. Why, did you have something in mind?"
- "Yeah. Have you ever tried riding bareback? I could teach you."
- >He scratches at the back of his head, looking around the room.
- >"Sorry, I was never much of a rider back home."
- "Alright, that's okay."
- >You jump up onto the counter, into a cake pan that was sitting out.
- "Hey, I know. Let's make a Pinkie cake. You can be the frosting."
- >"I don't think you should be standing in the cookware like that, it's probably unsanitary."
- "Oh, right. Sorry."
- >Jumping down, you saunter across the kitchen.
- "Working in here all day must make a big guy like you hungry. You want a slice of my Pie?"
- >You bump your butt into the side of his leg to drive the point home.
- >"No thanks, I had a late lunch today."
- >You stop in your tracks.
- >This was getting ridiculous, nobody could be that dense.
- >No, no, It's okay. You can still make this work.
- >You just have to lay it on thicker.
- >A lot thicker.
- >Suddenly, you dash over and jump on the counter again, this time looking out the window.
- >You feign surprise at something and turn back to your unwavering quarry.
- "Oh no! The dick police are coming, you've got to hide! Quick, in here!"
- >You spin around once more, raising your behind in the air in his direction.
- >Things are silent for a moment.
- >"Pinkie, are you feeling alright?"
- >You stand back up alarmingly fast, jumping off the counter and turning to face him in midair.
- "No, I'm not. You see, I've got a terrible condition. And the only cure is in your pants."
- >You rush forward, attacking his trousers.
- >He stumbles backwards, falling to the floor in surprise.
- >You take the initiative and pounce on his chest, preventing further escape.
- >You meet his look of shock with your own of high elation.
- "Hey, let's play a game. Here's how to play. First, we go upstairs. Then you put your penis inside of me."
- >"Pinkie, I can't!"
- >A hint of anger creeps into your expression.
- "Of course you can! It's easy! Here, I'll show you!"
- >You back up and start trying to undo the button on his pants with your mouth.
- >To your displeasure, he starts to shove you off.
- >"Pinkie, no! I just don't see you like that!"
- >You look back up at him, the guise of happiness long gone.
- "Why not?! Is there something wrong with me?"
- >"No, it's not that, Iβ"
- "You already found somepony else, didn't you? Oh, I knew I shouldn't have waited so long!"
- >"No, Pinkie, I mean I'mβ"
- "Or do you just not like ponies at all? Look, I know it might be scary getting it on with something so different, but we can make it work, I know it!"
- >"Pinkie."
- "Come on, we can start slow. What's another couple months, I can wait longer. I'm a patient mare, you'll see!"
- >"Pinkie I'm gay."
- "And when the time comes I know you'll be able to rise to the occasion andβ what."
- >"I'm gay. I like men. Or other things that have dicks. I'm not exactly picky, as I've come to find out."
- >You fall back into a sitting position, just staring at him.
- >"I would have told you sooner, after you started with your advances, but I figured you'd give up eventually once I never reciprocated."
- >You stay silent.
- >"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, I really am. But we can still be friends, right? I know how much that means to you."
- >You nod slowly.
- "Yeah... of course."
- >Anon gets to his feet and makes his way back over to the counter.
- >"Great. Now come on, let's get back to baking, I'm sure there's plenty of hungry ponies out there still waiting."
- "Yeah, alright."
- >Still sitting, you think for a moment.
- "Hey, Anon?"
- >"Yeah?"
- "What's that one word you say sometimes, when you're really angry or frustrated?"
- >"Hm... you mean fuck?"
- "That's the one, thanks."
- >You take a deep breath.
- >Sugarcube Corner did a midair flip.
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