Pinkamena x Anon alternate end

>you stared up at the checker-patterned ceiling
>there were 3.792 squares comprising the ceiling, you'd come to realize over time
>the door opens
>she had brought your friend along for the fun again today
>you loved that knife
>almost as much as you loved her
>after a particularly deep cut you found yourself vocalizing your love for her
>she stops in her tracks
>a quick look of realization, then shock crossed her face
>she leaps off you and quickly exits the room
>she left the knife in your shoulder
>fuck that hurt
>but not nearly as much as knowing your your words had hurt her
>you were scum
>lower than scum
>you had hurt the one you loved
>you deserved whatever punishment she gave you when she came back
>if she came back
>fuck that knife HURT
>after what seemed like an eternity, she came back in
>she had clearly been crying
>fucking idiot, how could you hurt her?
>"Anon, I though a lot about what you said to me."
>she reaches over and unbinds your arms

>this wasn't something you had anticipated
>was she letting you go?
>No!
>this was the worst possible thing that could-
>she removed the knife from your shoulder
>FUCK
>finally, she unbound your legs
>FUCKFUCKFUCK
>then she hands you the knife
>"Anon, I just wanted to give you the chance to show your love for me
>"The same way I did for you."
>she lays out on the bed, positioning her hooves to be bound as your limbs had been
>never could you have dreamed of such a chance, such an honor
>tentatively, you comply, binding her hooves and taking up the knife
>how could you even begin to return the priveledges she had bestowed upon you
>you place the knife against her coat
>she had never looks as beautiful as she did looking up at you now
>she was waiting for you
>expecting you to love her like she had loved you
>you had no plans to disappoint her

>it was such a simple thing, as the knife first parted her flesh
>she winced slightly, but behind it was a fire in her eyes
>she wanted more
>she needed more
>such raw, pure emotion had never washed over you before
>you made a second cut, a bit deeper than the first
>blood started to trickle out of your newest effort
>she moaned her appreciation as you suckled her fluids gently
>she thrust her hips slightly up at you as you continued your ministrations
>in all the emotional rush, you had forgotten about the sex entirely
>but now her movements had more than reminded you of it
>her mouth parted in an appreciative gasp as you finally entered her
>it was so different, giving yourself to her instead of her taking you
>it felt so right
>you began thrusting into her with fervor
>her marehood showed its appreciation for your efforts
>you swore slightly as she bit down hard on your shoulder, drawing blood
>you return the favor, drawing an appreciative hiss from her
>you give her another slight slice, and she moans loudly in response
>she was close
>so were you
>as you near your limit, you thrust your head down and lock her into a deep kiss
>she returns it passionately
>biting your lower lip just hard enough to draw another trickle of blood
>that minx

>finally reaching your limit, you give one final grunt of effort as your seed spills into her
>her pussy responds by clenching down hard on your dick in an effort to milk it for all it had
>panting, you look into each other's eyes for a long moment
>undoing her restraints, you are surprised as her hoof grabs the back of your head and pulls you down for another rough kiss
>something familiar pokes into your side
>grinning wildly, she slices you very lightly as she climbs atop you once more
>life couldn't possibly be better than this