Most Precarious Sport

>"Hey Nonny!"
Hi, Penko.
>"Wanna try an experimental flavor of cupcake?"
Yeah sure whatever, as long as it's kosher.
>"It Ko-sure is!"
>You make a conscious effort to stop your sides from ripping off of your body and ascending to godhood from that comment, and then take the cupcake she's offering to you
>You roll for perception to find that it's bluish and rhomboid, like a cartoon diamond
This isn't filled with Rarity's cum, is it?
>She giggles up a storm
>"Of course not, silly! Those are too lucrative for me to give out freebies."
>You attempt to wash away that mental image with a hearty bite of cake. You're not dead or unconscious after doing so, so you take another, and then another.
>Soon, the cupcake is gone, leaving you sated
>It was okay, no different than normal
>"How do you feel?"
How do I feel? Same as before I guess. The cupcake was alright.
>"Are you suuuure?"
>A familiar, tingling warmth began to well in your loins
Ah, yes. There's the plot.
>"Viagra cupcakes!"
Couldn't you just have roofied me?
>"You can't play the rape game with an unconscious pony!"
But I don't wanna play the rape ga--
>You snap your trap shut, but it's too late, you walked right into it
>Pinkies eyes light up and grow all huge, along with her toothy grin
>She's bouncing up and down at a faster pace than usual, basically having the gleeful version of a tantrum
>You don't want to run, you hear a predator instinctively chases after anything that runs
>She pulls an hourglass out of nowhere and plops it on the ground
>She leans on it with her hooves beneath her chin and just stares at you
>It's a deceptively large hourglass, considering how narrow the actual bulbs are, and how little sand is in them
>Wait, there's text on the top base.
>You call forth your mighty brain power to read it
Head... Start?
>Pinkie beams at you
>oh
OH.

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