SA-5: Forced Party

>Day of Pretty Pink Pega-P0ny Princess in Equestria.
>You are Anon of S’s.
>Sadly enough the S’s are beyond your abilities now.
>Life is weird when you can’t shit or shave.
>Sure you can shower, but all it does is steam up the room when the water hits your body.
>Forget that, now is the time for action.
>You want to go to Twilight’s library and get yourself some books.
>You’ve been idle for far too long.
>Twilight would want to do some tests on you.
>Silly p0ny, science can’t prove divinity.
>You walk over to Twilight’s door.
>Another door bumps it out of the way.
>Yes that’s right, a door just appeared out of nowhere and dock blocked the door you want to go in.
>Shuffle to the side to reach Twilight’s door only for the other door to jump in your way again.
>A smell wafts through the cracks of this door.
>A dancing door and pastries smells only mean one thing.
>The Pink Menace.

>You are not going into that door.
>The door looms menacingly at you.
>You return the glare.
>A tumbleweed attempts to pass between you two, but it catches on fire.
“All right door, you want me inside you and I say that’s no good. Something’s going to give.”
>Door creaks in response.
>Such a witty door.
>Do the smart thing and run, forget going to Twilight’s place.
>Sprint out of the room and into the hallway.
>Your stupid wings catch you on something and you fall down the stairs.
“Not again!!!”
>Ouch, that would have broken your rib.
>Oof, your arm shouldn’t bend like that.
>Ow, wings are not supposed to twist like that.
>Owie, your neck would have been broken.
>You face-plant on the floor and groan.
“Maybe I should invest in an elevator.”
>”Or a water slide. Those are really fun.”
“Ya, but then I have to worry about water instantly vaporizing the moment it touches me.”
>”Aw, well you could try bungee jumping.”
“In a two story house Pinkie?”
>Wait, Pinkie?
>You look up and see Pinkie with that same cheerful smile in her room.
>But you are still in your house.
>You look around and see that you are now on top of the door that was chasing you.
>It’s also open.
“Hey Pinkie where did physics go?”
>”Him? She quit when I became a pega-earcorn. He said something about not getting paid enough for this. I gave her a going away gift.”
>Then you fall.
>Face-plant on the floor, again!

>”Aw, you got a bobo let your Aunt Pinkie kiss that for you.”
>A kiss is smacked on your forehead and you hear a slight sizzle.
>”Ouch! Hey your hot headed head hurt.”
“That would be because of your lust you pink harlequin. Which is all the more weird when you want me to call you Auntie Pinkie.”
>”Whatever you say Mr. A.”
>You get up and brush off the floor dust from your robes.
>Start to look around and see that Pinkie’s home is now literally an eight year olds dream come true.
>To you, it resembles far too closely to a Wonderland monstrosity, and the crazed mare is your host.
>Icing is paint of the walls, crystal clear sugar columns tower above you until they meet the high ceilings, gumdrops and candy canes hang off the walls, there is a long table made of wafers, and a freaken chocolate waterfall.
“Did you tell Wonka that you would steal his factory?”
>”Steal!? What kind of princess do you thing I am? I bought all of his stocks and aggressively took over his company. He was sure grumpy about it though so he ran off into his little space ship.”
“You’ve been busy.”
>”Yup, yup, yup! That’s why I called you here today.”
“You got the door to chase me to do that.”
>”Actually that was ol’ Discy. He said he was going to do a makeover in your house while you were away.”
>Your eyes shrink and immediately turn to run back into your house.
>The door is gone and all you hear is prankster’s laugh.
>When you see Discord again you are going to burn his eyes out.

>”Nony guess what time it is?”
“...Tool Time?”
>”Nope.”
“Hammer Time?”
>”Hmm, neigh.”
>Her smile refuses to get smaller.
>Sigh.
“Party T-“
>”It’s Party TIME!!!”
>Balloons and streamers fall from above you
>”You’ve been so long without a party I was afraid you would go through withdrawals.”
“So is it just us then?”
>”It’s a party for two.”
>You can see the hearts dancing in her eyes.
>Play it cool.
“Pinkie a party doesn’t consist of two.”
>”Hmm, you’re right. That’s a couple and we call it a date.”
>Playing it cool is not working!
>”Your cake is right behind you!”
>Sure enough a cake twice your size is behind you.
>It is covered in frosting and fruit.
>For some reason a cake knife is in your hand.
>You are not drooling...I said you are not drooling!
“I haven’t had cake in so long.”
>You slowly start to cut into the cake.
>It explodes.

>Well not really, Pinkie Pie pops out from the top of the cake.
>She is actually wearing belly dancing clothes.
>Nipple tassels don’t belong there.
>...Dang can she dance though.
>Pinkie bends down to you with a mischievous grin.
>”Nony you have frosting all over you.”
>You dodge out of the way of a sloppy kiss
>Her tongue though hits you.
>Since becoming an alicorn her tongue has actually gotten longer.
“Great, now my face smells like bakery.”
>”Isn’t it great, come on lets go play some games!”
>Pin the tail on the pony, with Pinkie’s tail.
>She liked that game since you essentially groped her flank.
>In your defense you were dizzy and blindfolded.
>Musical chairs with only one chair.
>You should have known that was a set up for a lap dance.
>Pinkie tried to get you to skinny dip into the chocolate river with her.
>No sell.
>Was pushed in anyway.
>You will never get all the chocolate out of your feathers.
>Played a battle of wits with Pinkie Pie.
“So you placed an aphrodisiac in one of the drinks.”
>”And whoever picks the one in it loses!”
“Traditionally this game is played with poison.”
>”True, but that would be no fun. Besides I don’t either of us can die.”
>All right would she put it in my chalice or hers?
>You stare intently at both of them.
>Duh, the answer is so obvious.
“You put it in both didn’t you?”
>Pinkie smacks her head on the table.
>”Dang it, so close.”
>You stare at her slightly amused as you pour the drinks back into the pitcher.
>Pinkie hasn’t lifted her head yet.
>”Nony.”
“Yay.”
>”My horn is stuck to the table.”
“Need help with that?”
>”Please with sugar on top.”

>After you help Pinkie out you both share one last piece of cake.
>She eats a lot.
>You can smell gluttony off of her.
“You do know that I’m immune to most aphrodisiacs right?
>Pinkie nearly chokes on her cake.
>”What? How did that happen?”
“Fluttershy likes to cook for me occasionally.”
>Kinkie Pie giggles with the understanding of a Buddah.
“Same with drinks.”
>”Then why didn’t you let me drink my cup?”
“Have you horny with only me in here? I am not that stupid.”
>She leans up next to you and sighs.
>”Did you have fun?”
“Truthfully, yes. Despite the molesting, but I’m surprised the others weren’t invited.”
>”That might have been my fault. I was a wee bit selfish.”
“That’s really unlike you.”
>”Well Fluttershy told us how you were holding up and I felt really, really bad for leaving you alone for this long.”
“I never thought I would say this, but I kind of miss Ponyville.”
>Pinkie pats you on the head.
>”They miss you too.”
>Something feels strange inside you.

>You feel a fire burning up.
>It’s connected to Pinkie Pie.
>You clutch your heart like its being disconnected.
>”Nony, what’s wrong?”
>Ok this feels really strange, you really have no words to describe it.
>No pain, but something feels off.
>Beyond the physical realm, it’s tugging on you.
>Like a message being sent.
>Your vision fades to darkness for a brief moment before clarity returns to you.
>”Anon, Anon!”
“That was strange.”
>Suddenly Pinkie Pie has wrapped herself around you in a vice grip, wings and all.
>”You got a little dim there. Are you ok?”
>Technically yes, but you just got a message you don’t want to deliver.
“Pinkie I’m fine, but I have something I need to tell you.”
>”You prefer strawberry cake over lemon? That’s ok so do I depending on how I feel.”
“Pinkie your...”
>What are you doing Anon; don’t just tell her up front.
>This is not like a band-aid.
>You’re going to make her cry.
“I think I found out a little bit more about myself just now. You know what I said about what a seraphim was in my world?”
>”Hmm, I figured it was like a pegasus human, but with fire.”
“Not really, they’re something above a human. A seraphim is a spiritual creature, so they are familiar with those that pass beyond the grave.”
>”Ok.”
”I think the connection I have with you allows me to see things related to you. Pinkie...”
“I think your dad just died.”

>”W-w-what?”
>Pinkie just stuttered, you don’t think you have ever heard her stutter.
>You pull her close in for a hug.
“I am not sure, being new to this and all, but I don’t think my feelings are lying to me. I Pinkie Promise I am not doing this to be mean.”
>”No. That’s not right. You—I didn’t even tell him my new pair of wings.”
>You can feel the room get dimmer as Pinkie turned a touch darker.
>You brush your hands through her less poufy mane.
“Pinkie, go see your family. I might be wrong.”
>”R-right, it’s just your weird body being mean to you again. There’s no problem. I’ll go see daddy, give a big hug and some of this cake.”
>She grabs a piece of cake and bounces out of sight.
>You are now alone with a piece of pink pie.
>That happened, no denying it.
>You can’t leave the room.
>The door is on the ceiling and you still can’t fly.
“Bringer of bad news, that’s me now.”

>You are now Rarity.
>Your little crystals allow you to watch Anon’s moves.
>The idea is to pick up on his patterns to find out what makes him tick.
>And maybe a fetish along the way.
>Voyeurism was one of yours.
>Filly, did you just find out something.
> Anon just told Pinkie about her dad.
>You fall back into your chair in shock.
>You all new that outliving your loved ones was going to happen.
>But this soon, we were all so busy.
“I need to tell the others, when she gets back Pinkie will need us.”
>You look up back at the crystal globe at Anon.
>He is staring into his hands while sitting down.
>Alone in the room.
>”Bringer of bad news, that’s me now.”
>Oh darling, this is hardly your fault.
“In the end, we will always have each other soon enough.”
“My little song bird.”